Chunyin

Early in the morning, I was woken up by the nest of wild ducks in the reeds that had not flown away. When I woke up, I turned over, and the clear smell of rain on the tip of my nose was suddenly mixed with a hot smell. The stinky bird smell, that smell like a lightning bolt from my nose to my forehead, knocked me awake.

I opened my eyes and looked at the two black duck breasts that were close at hand. I was stunned for a moment, and then I slowly remembered—yes, I came back from the Landlord last night, and it started to rain again in the middle of the day. There was no one in the field, and I was very sad and lonely for a while, so I found this nest of ducks to spend the night.

There are five wild ducks in this litter, two big ones and three small ones. Except that it is very untimely to spend the winter here, they are a very happy family.At this time, the male duck was staring at me with a gurgle in his throat, probably scolding me for disturbing the duck's cleanliness.

I was embarrassed in my heart, and was about to apologize, when a little gray and fluffy guy suddenly came out from under him, staring at me with dark peasy eyes, which happened to be big and small.The young goose has fluffy fluff and a bright yellow beak, and is very cute. I stretched out my finger, trying to touch that little head through the void, but the female duck next to me didn't show any face at all. It made a "quack" and stretched its neck over to peck me.

"Hey. Okay, okay. If you don't touch it, don't touch it." I retracted my hand and begged for mercy.

Wild animals are really hard to tame. From last year to this year, this nest of wild geese lived with me all winter. I took care of their children and protected them from the wind and rain. It's really frustrating, who knows-hey, it's because of fate, it's not familiar with it.

I was very sad.

I got up from the reeds, took off the shirt I put on the reed poles last night to protect them from wind and rain, squeezed some water, and then put it on my body.

It was just dawn.

In February, just after the Awakening of Insects, according to the season, it was only about five watch days.However, the weather is not accurate on cloudy and rainy days. Seeing that the old boatman at Xinghuadu over there has not started work, it is still not yet the time of day.

The misty world is still raining.The wild goose at the feet fluttered its wings, shook off the raindrops on the wings, then turned its head and pecked at the wings, humming a few times in its throat.Damn rain.

Probably the endless cold rain in early spring in the south of the Yangtze River is also very difficult for it.

Who told you to fall behind last year?deserve it.

...Although it is not to blame for being hit by a kid with a slingshot to the wings.But in this situation in life, one always has to find something to blame, either oneself for negligence, or others for being cunning, otherwise life would be difficult.

But it still has a mother duck who will never leave, and three ducklings to continue the blood.It's not like I have been alone for so many years, hey, it's really sad.

Sure enough, I still have to find a place where it doesn't rain in spring.

In this small mountain depression by the East Lake, it rains for a month or two in spring, from the Jingzhe to the Grain Rain, it is sticky and wet, and the flowering period of the peach and apricot blossoms has passed, and the faces of the boatmen are reflected in the water, rippling. It's really hard to bear the word "sorrow" one after another.

Come to think of it, there is little rain in Liangzhou's spring. If there is a water tank in the courtyard of someone's house, it would be wonderful to lend me a stay for a month and stroll around the old garden in my free time.

——Unfortunately, Liangzhou is too far away.

Those green and bright spring days are too far away.

In the rainy spring day, there is nothing to do when I wake up.I don't blame the rain, I don't blame the spring, I don't blame the wild geese who don't give me face, I don't blame the sad-faced passers-by. I am in the world now, and I have nothing to do every day.When you have nothing to do, you have to think about the past—but you cannot think about the past.

I sigh.Mengpo soup is indeed a good thing made by the heavens in pity for mortals, but unfortunately not everyone is qualified to drink it.

I walked lazily through the reeds to the river.There is a small piece of mudflat near the shore. After a month of continuous rain, the river has already risen up, covering a piece of reed roots nearby, and there are tender purple reed buds emerging this year.A little saliva is secreted from my mouth, hey, it’s the season when the Artemisia persicae is everywhere and the reed buds are short.I wandered by the Kushui River every day, and I often saw shepherd’s purse, chrysanthemum chrysanthemum, and grass head. When I wandered in the river, I would also encounter puffer fish and mandarin fish—they were delicious dishes in the past, but now I can only stare at them. , can't eat anymore.

Therefore, people are alive, and suffering returns to suffering, which is still somewhat beneficial.

I chatted with the Land Lord, and heard a lot of anecdotes from the heavens. They all said that being a fairy is happy, but there are also gods who planted their heads on the clouds and came to experience life in the world, but they were hooked by the world and could never return.Therefore, suffering in the world is, firstly, a rock from another mountain, and secondly, it is just like a human being drinking water.

But I don't want to go back.

That's why he stopped in front of the reincarnation gate and fled back.

I touched the merit bag in my arms, and it was almost full. I thought that I would be able to fill this bag of merit and exchange for a reincarnation card by protecting the couple of wild ducks in distress from a few heavy snowfalls this winter.Unexpectedly, walking around the night before yesterday frightened a passerby, and the bag collapsed again.

Hey, I didn't mean to.

Days of rain washed out dozens of small traces of running water on the mudflat. The rain of the Dragon King of the East China Sea was muddled, and the land lord had already vomited from drinking. The unstoppable rainwater passed through the wild willows and reeds on the bank. Along these traces, the river flows into the river, and then the river flows into the Huaihe River and the Yangtze River in a meandering way, and then flows to the East China Sea.

The water in the East China Sea fell to the ground and returned to the East China Sea.Hey, thinking about it this way, I feel some reciprocal affection.Although I know that the land princess is probably scolding his mother in his heart.

I walked over and lay down on the mudflat, half of my body was soaked in the water like a root system, and half of my body was lying on the bank. Countless strands of long black hair were washed by the flowing water like water snakes and flowed into the river in twists and turns. It looks like a kind of aquatic vine.

This is how I practice.In this way, I practice life in the afterlife in advance.I've already figured out which way to go after changing the reincarnation card.Vine is the best. If you accumulate more merits, you can still be a vine that clings to a big tree and waits to die.

But Bai Wuchang and Xie Bian commented on the way I practiced like this: "How decent it is."

Unexpectedly, the underworld also has a system.

Most of the time, I don't bother to talk to him. Logically, I should be afraid of him, but I just have an inexplicable fearlessness.I thought about it carefully later, probably I am not afraid of going to hell at all. To be honest, how painful is fried stone pressure, and how painful can the pain be?

Occasionally when I am in a good mood, I will talk to him: "Brother Xie, you don't understand, this is a kind of practice."

Xie Bi'an would stop and ask, "What kind of practice do you practice?"

I closed my eyes and made a profound gesture: "Lie down and feel it."

Once, he did lie down with me, and I felt a shiver as his feet dipped into the water.His long tongue was soaked in the river with my feet, and he lay with me for a long time, with a string of spirits chained by him beside him, looking at us like two fools.

After laying down for half a day, Xie Bi'an asked me: "What is this repairing? I didn't feel anything."

I said, "Oh. That's right. It's called useless Zen."

I closed my eyes, so I didn't see Xie Bi'an's face, but later I heard Hei Wuchang said that Xie Bi'an was very angry, and thought I had played a trick on him.I felt really wronged, but then I was relieved.Xie Bi'an probably doesn't understand that the world is useless and the most precious.

I practiced Zen for a while, and the wild duck called again.

Quack quack, it sounds miserable.This early in the morning, it was windy and rainy, and there was no one in the wilderness. If a passerby who got up early listened to it, went to the city, chewed his tongue at a tea stand, and was scribbled by some good pen, he might be able to A strange novel about a woman from a good family in Guining being seduced by a ghost is drawn from the call of wild ducks.

What's more, this Kushui River has always said that there is a ghost in the river.

When I was a human being, I respected and stayed away from these strange and chaotic things. The old man Confucius taught me well-if I don’t believe it, I respect ghosts and gods and keep a distance.Now that I have become a ghost, I admire the foresight of Confucius even more, and I really have to accept these ghost stories, just like rumors circulating in the world, which are groundless and nine out of ten are true.

There is indeed a ghost in this bitter river.

The ghost is me.