let me be quiet

Qian gave up the idea of ​​seeking death, built three thatched huts beside the peach tree, changed into his favorite white shirt, and lived there with peace of mind.

The emperor sent people to persuade him many times, but he refused to go back. He only said that he had found the Peach Blossom Spring and wanted to live here forever.

He also sent someone to send a lyre, some brushes, ink, paper and inkstones. From then on, he helped the piano to compose poems and pictures, watched a tree of peach blossoms bloom and fall, green leaves withered, and fought wits and courage with a group of monkeys.

The emperor had many sons, and you were very happy with him, but he had no choice but to send servants to serve them, but they were all driven back, so they had to order people to send some food every now and then, and gave him the title of a free and easy layman, and let him go.

Dry painted the portrait of Ah Tong, and wrote a poem beside it with a pen: The rivers and lakes are drunk with a pot of turbid wine, the world of mortals is rolling in love with a person who is hurt, seeing peach blossoms and laughing in dreams, for whom the peach blossoms bend their waists, wanting to stay fragrant, I can’t stop , the ten-mile spring breeze brings rain, the peach fragrance and abandoned flowers are scattered with the wind, a little drunk, dream geometry, play a song from heaven and earth, and stay together until old age.

Eloquently dropped the title again: Yitong.

After finishing writing excitedly, leaning against the tree pole, sitting down, reciting affectionately, while playing the piano, he simply lay next to the painting under the tree covered with peach powder, and shouted to the flower branches on his head: " Ah Tong, do you see, this is what you look like."

That sound, accompanied by the lingering and uninterrupted sound of the piano, shook the entire valley, and the peach blossoms all over the tree were startled, smiling, and falling into powder again.

That naughty monkey has been reincarnated for several lives, and still stubbornly persists. Together with other monkeys, one by one, they hang upside down from the branches of the peach tree. Taking advantage of the interval between closing their eyes and calming their nerves, they snatch away the painting, and the one next to the lyre liquor.

Gan heard loud noises, opened his eyes, and a group of monkeys had already jumped into the peach blossom bushes, held up the painting, and kept grinning at him.

Gan Wei in this life has never known kung fu, so he stared anxiously: "Puhou, return the painting to me!"

The monkey couldn't understand what he said, so he jumped up to the treetop with a grin, hung the painting among the flower branches, and looked at it curiously.

Damn monkey, I will deal with you when I return to heaven!

A hundred years later, the valley waited for the spring to be empty.

Gan was already gray-haired, as if his body was covered with frost. On his centenary birthday, he knew that he should go back. He picked up the lyre with his wrinkled and withered hands, leaned against the peach tree, and stroked the last song to accompany him. , wait for me, I will come again.

The ending tune of the piano sound came to an end. It was originally a fairy body, which lightly melted into a touch of starlight and flew towards the sky.

The naughty monkey who had been reincarnated once turned back into a young monkey. Seeing this scene, it was eating wild fruits among the flowers, and shouted in monkey language: "Wow, that old madman has turned into a star and flew from the ground to the sky. Already!"

The Monkey King, who has been reincarnated for several generations, is also very happy. It seems that the peach tree handed down by his ancestors is about to bear fruit.

Yunding Tiangong, the gold bricks and jade tiles have not changed, and the fog and clouds remain the same.

A day in the sky is a year in the world. Although Qiang has spent a long century, there are only a hundred days in the sky.

He appeared angrily in the Qionglou where Bodhi and Beidou were playing chess, he flashed and mentioned Bodhi: "Tell me, did you do it on purpose?"

Bodhi was smiling all over her face just now, but froze her face: "Dian Dian Dian...Your Highness, old, old, old, old, no, no...it wasn't intentional."

"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation."

She looked at him with a smile that was not a smile, and her eyes were also unpredictable.

Bodhi looked at Beidou as if asking for help, and kept laughing dryly.

Beidou put down the chess in his hand and stood up: "Your Highness calm down, this is God's will."

Snow (a poor poem)

(I got up this morning and encountered a snowstorm, so I lost my interest. This is a sloppy poem. I hope everyone will not laugh at it)

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The snow from the sky falls into the dust,

With tears buried deep in the peach root.

He waited under the tree, that ray of incense.

Eyebrows become frost.

How much wine to drink alone, even if lovesickness eats away at the bones.

He never forgot that the snow was so cold that day.

I can't forget, that man's smile was far-fetched and stubborn.

He hated himself for being young and frivolous,

I don't know the heights of the sky and the earth is arrogant.

that love,

It ended up killing him.

If love has a will,

I can give you a chance to come back again,

What kind of prince, what kind of world do you want?

I would rather be a mortal,

Plant a peach blossom hand in hand with him.

Waiting for the snow to bring spring,

He plays the piano, and he paints.

Drink a jug of wine together,

Smile to see the peach forest sprouting.

Shan Shan talks about the sound of the piano and laughs about his delusions.

he doesn't know

Just leaning against the peach tree and praying hard,

The cold flowers are falling, the branches are crushed,

Also white, his hair.