Chapter 153: Brother, why don’t you go faster!

As soon as this major event was completed, Feng Haizhou was anxious to return.

"Let's go? Haizhou, we are Xiangzhou, which we just arrived today. We haven't even recovered from our legs and feet. How can we leave?" When Tang Cheng heard this, his head shook like a rattle. "No, it will take at least two days to rest. If you work day and night, you will destroy your body for business, which is really not worth the loss."

"Sir, you said..."

"You have to eat food one bite at a time, and do things one by one. A good body is the foundation of everything." Tang Cheng smiled and said, "Haizhou, you must be able to do things and live. If you are anxious, you should be anxious. If you are slow, you should be slow. If you are relaxed, you should be relaxed. It is the way of civil and military affairs!"

Looking at Tang Cheng, who was walking behind his hands, walking as a car on the bustling streets of Xiangzhou, and exploring the city style at will, Feng Haizhou really didn't know what to say. The leisure of this judge Si is now, and he is not like the same person as the hard work he had done a few days ago. He is busy when he should be busy, but he is not vague at all when he should enjoy it. In short, just one sentence, he really doesn't treat himself badly!

As they watched, Feng Haizhou felt that he was becoming less aware of Tang Cheng. Since he decided to follow him to build the road, the two of them have become closer and more familiar, but the closer they are, the more familiar they are, and Feng Haizhou felt that he was becoming less aware of Tang Cheng.

His age, his thoughts, his methods of acting, and his current attitude towards life... Feng Haizhou couldn't explain this tangible feeling. He just felt a very strong sense of specialness. Tang Cheng was very different, different from himself and everyone he knew.

At this moment, Zhou Jun felt the same feeling in his heart, "Tang Judgment Si, Tang Judgment Si, what kind of person are you..."

When they returned to the inn, the two of them had a good meal and then had a good sleep. Tang Cheng got up refreshed and washed up while casually asking the waiter who was bringing water to the local famous places.

The matter has been done, and I didn't want to rush to travel for a while. I ate and slept enough. I just stayed in the inn and lived a disappointment in the good weather of early spring today. As a result, the secret feelings of visiting ancient times in Tang Cheng's bones broke out unstoppable. Alas! There is no way, art of elegance, this is a sequelae left by later generations of reading Chinese.

After listening to the waiter's introduction, Tang Cheng, who had finished washing, went to the next house and said enthusiastically: "Haizhou, let's go to Lumen Mountain."

"Seeking Lumen Mountain? I won't go," Feng Haizhou shook his head when he heard this. "We have many mountains on the east road of Shannan. We live in the mountains every day. We haven't seen enough yet. Sir, it's better to have a good rest in the inn if you have this skill."

Thinking about Feng Haizhou's two days ago, after returning from the county, he followed him to Xiangzhou. He was very tired after thinking about it all these days, so Tang Cheng was not strong enough for him.

"Okay, you rest in the inn, I'll walk to Lumen Mountain. If the time is tight at night, I'll come back tomorrow." Tang Cheng saw that Feng Haizhou would say something, and smiled and said, "There is nothing to be afraid of in this rising sun and moon, well, just like that." After that, he waved his hand and went out.

I went out of the inn to hire a hiker. But I didn't expect that Lumen Mountain was not close. When the hiker's carriage stopped, it was already dusk.

"Official Master, right? The Yuliang Du is in front of me. From the ferry to cross the river, I will be Lumen Mountain." The trotter smiled and pointed at the opposite mountain center and said, "If the official Master is afraid that he will not come back at night, then! There is Lumen Temple halfway up there. You can stay at night."

After paying the money to travel, Tang Cheng walked to the ferry, and it was almost dusk. The Yuliang Ferry was bustling with people waiting to ferry home.

These people either carry loads, hold coarse cloth bags, or walk with one person, or couples, or hold children, waiting for the ferry while talking about family gossip. The ferry is so lively and full of vitality against the backdrop of the quiet Lumen Mountains across the river.

At dusk, I was in this noisy pier full of fireworks. Looking at the fresh and empty mountains and the Lumen Temple vaguely in the forest, Tang Cheng felt a sense of indescribable laziness all over his body. He decided to come to Lumen Mountain.

"I've counted it carefully again. Today, we two earn more than 80 liters." A village woman in her thirties was talking to his man. When she said that she earned more than 80 liters, the joyful smell in her words could be clearly felt by Tang Chengdu.

"Well, we're all in a good job today," the man was also full of joy. "Dog Zuo Zuo, after you go back, you'll catch a chicken and stew it. Let's start with meat and fish tonight!" When it comes to killing chickens, the man was full of heroism.

The Lumen Temple opposite is hidden among the mountains and forests, showing three or two golden warm lights and shadows in the afterglow of the sunset. Tang Cheng, who was looking at the opposite mountain temple from afar, heard the couple's conversation, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

The conversation between the couple naturally reminded him of his life at the beginning of time travel. After working hard every season, if he could hoe three or five more bites of land, earn three or five more dou of grain when harvesting, and earn thirty or fifty cents when working, the whole person would feel particularly happy, and that kind of pure happiness.

"Kill the chicken?" The woman hesitated for a moment, "It's spring coming soon. It's time to lay eggs when the chicken is about to lay eggs, but now I'm killing..."

"I'll kill you, and Gou Sheng is greedy for a while." The man waved his hand on his head, "I'll just earn more energy tomorrow."

"Well... Then kill one." The woman, who was infected by the emotions of the head of the family and had a very light tone, made up her mind fiercely, "It's not hot this day, so how many more days can I eat after stewing it."

While the two were talking, the ferry came and the whole ferry became more and more lively. When Tang Cheng followed the couple with a smile onto the ferry, he felt warm and very warm.

When the ferry reached the middle of the river, a pure and long bell sound came with the wind of the river. The bells rang one after another, adding a bit of dusty charm to the ferry full of warm fireworks. The Lumen Temple in the mountains and forests on the other side began evening classes.

Lumen Mountain, Yuliangdu, and the sound of the mountain temple bells coming slowly made Tang Cheng's heart suddenly move. Something seemed to appear in his mind, but it flashed and failed to catch it.

This flash of inspiration is like a spring dream. The spring dream has no trace. When you wake up and think about it, the more you try, the less trace it is.

Tang Cheng, who had never recalled after thinking about it, got off the boat. Unlike those who were eager to go home and swarm towards Shanjiahe Village, he walked into the mountains alone in the gradually sinking sunset.

Tonight, I had to stay in Lumen Temple. Fortunately, Pang Gongyan, whom Tang Cheng wanted to go, was on his way to Lumen Temple.

Walk up the green mountain road on both sides. Although it was already dusk, Tang Cheng was not in a hurry to leave. He was busy on weekdays. After returning to Jinzhou, he had to be busy for a long time. He was like roaming the mountains and forests like now, and he probably didn't have much time to visit ancient sites.

Walking as a car, Tang Cheng walked up leisurely, Lumen Temple looked close and far away. During his mountain journey, the sunset gradually fell, and a bright moon rose from the treetops in the distance.

When Tang Cheng finally arrived at Pang Gongyan, a faint mist had already risen in the mountains and forests.

In the quiet and quiet moonlit night in the mountains, Tang Cheng reached out to caress Pang Gongyan gently, and an image of an ancient hermit appeared in his heart.

In the late Eastern Han Dynasty, when the world was in chaos, the famous scholar Pang Degong, who was disgusted with the filthy officialdom, was unable to withstand the repeated enlistment of the imperial court. So he left and left in the name of collecting herbs in the mountains. His neighbors all said that he went to the mountains to practice Taoism and finally became an immortal. In fact, this hermit came to Lumen Mountain and built a thatched hut next to this rock, cultivated the mountain fields, and took the mountain springs, and lived a secluded life of farming, eating, brewing and drinking.

Since the end of the Han Dynasty, five hundred years have passed, and five hundred years have changed. Pang Degong has long passed with the wind. But his choice of life is like this Pang Gongyan, which illuminates his noble ambitions and secluded feelings. It is destined to never pass by the wind with the wind and will be renewed forever. Together with Tao Yuanming, he built a spiritual peach garden for future generations that are unsatisfied, unbearable to the world, and unbearable to the troubles of the city.

After stroking Pang Gongyan and admiring the ancients, Tang Cheng sighed softly: "In fact, life can be very simple, and happiness can be very simple."

After saying that, Tang Cheng smiled and shook his head. If he was already sixty years old now, he would have chosen this kind of life without hesitation, but now... it is not possible, and he still can't live without thinking.

Without hard work, you can't feel the comfort of taking a nap. Similarly, without the experience of persistent efforts when you were young, you should be too lonely when you face such mountain scenery when you were secluded?

And now is the time to work hard, and it is time to accumulate enough memories for the future when he grows old.

In such a secluded holy land, what I felt was that I should strengthen my sense of using the world. Is this considered a blasphemy of the predecessors? After Tang Cheng smiled mockingly, he followed the rocks beside him and climbed Pang Gongyan.

Standing on Pang Gongyan and looking at the quiet and clear forest, the faint forest mist gradually rose and turned into thin light smoke. Under the bright moonlight, the smoke and trees had many levels and outlines.

This month, this smoke, and this tree finally helped Tang Cheng find the light of the spirit that flashed when crossing the river in front!

The poem that suddenly appeared and flowed out from his mouth:

The bells and paintings in the mountain temple were dim, and the fishing beams and ferry crossings were hustle and bustle. People followed the sandy road to Jiangcun, and I also took a boat to return to Lumen.

The moon shines on the deer gate and smoke trees opens, and suddenly comes to the hidden place of Pang Gongqi. The woodcutter's path is not long and lonely, but only the secluded people come and the night!

After reciting this famous poem "Returning to Lumen Temple at Night", Tang Cheng breathed out a sigh of relief.

Seeing Pang Gongyan, seeing such a beautiful scenery of "the moon shines on the smoke trees in the Lumen", he chanted the poem "Returning to Lumen Temple at Night" with a artistic elegance. After reciting it, Tang Cheng, who still felt the fragrance of his lips and teeth, felt that the secret feelings of visiting ancient times that he suddenly started today have been completely released. Although his actions today were really pretentious in his actions, he himself felt from this experience that his heart was washed away, and a quiet and peaceful relaxation was revealed from the inside out.

After thinking about the ancient times, after visiting the ancient times, Tang Cheng was about to go down the rock and continue to head towards Lumen Temple, he suddenly heard a clear voice behind him saying: "What a 'the woodcutter's path is not far away and lonely, only the secluded person comes to the night', what a secluded person, what a secluded poem that has escaped the fireworks of the world."

On such a night, he suddenly heard such a voice behind him. Tang Cheng was surprised and suddenly turned around and saw a young man in a garment and Confucian uniform standing not far away. The boy was only eighteen or nineteen years old, but what is strange is that a clear and peaceful tranquility naturally appeared between his eyebrows, and this temperament was exactly in line with the surrounding environment.

Next to the smoke tree, under the moonlight, the boy holding a book in his hand was watching him and smiling slightly, almost in an instant. Tang Cheng fell in love with the boy in front of him.

"It was supposed to leave quietly, but what I just recited in my poem was exactly the same as what I felt in my heart, because I couldn't bear to leave. I took the liberty to disturb my poems and made me feel guilty!" After the boy under the moonlight bowed to Tang Cheng, he smiled and said, "Meng Haoran, Xiangzhou, has seen Brother Tai!"

When Tang Cheng heard the name "Meng Haoran", he felt like a loud "dang" sound in his ears like a loud bell knocking. It was a coincidence. He just recited a song "Returning to Lumen Temple at Night" due to the surrounding situation. When he turned around, he met the original author of the poem. Damn, he was really careless. He, a liar, hit Li Kui in this way!

"It turned out to be Brother Meng. Tang Cheng is in Jinzhou." While he smiled and returned the favor, Tang Cheng's memory came alive, and it was a damn coincidence. This time it was indeed a fucking coincidence.

Meng Haoran was originally from Xiangzhou. Although he lived in Jiannan Garden, he admired Pang Degong since he was a child. In addition, scholars in the Tang Dynasty also had the style of studying in the mountains and forests. When he was young, Meng Haoran specially built a thatched hut near Pang Gongyan, Lumen Mountain, to study in seclusion. This famous work "Returning to Lumen Temple at Night" that admired Pang Degong and expressed his seclusion was his work during this period.

Thinking of this, Tang Chengyin asked again, "Brother Meng lives near you?"

"Home is in Jiannan Garden, but there are three or two huts of study nearby." Meng Haoran looked very light when she smiled. "I went home two days ago. When I returned here in the evening, I happened to hear Brother Tang's poem. It was really coincidental. What Brother Tang said was exactly the same as what I felt in my heart just now. The wonder of life opportunities is so wonderful!" After that, Meng Haoran laughed again.

After hearing this, Tang Cheng was completely speechless. Oh, today is not only a coincidence, but also a coincidence is just a short time. As long as he comes half a stick of incense late, he may be able to witness and witness the scene of Cheng's poem in the famous hermit "Returning to Lumen Temple at Night".

What a great loss for a Chinese graduate who loves the Tang Dynasty and Tang poetry! I regret it, Tang Cheng is so sad now! "We should be about the same time, why didn't I see you on the mountain road?"

"I followed another mountain road." After Meng Haoran finished speaking, he reached out to the right and pointed out: "A that was studying is not far from here. Although the mountain residence is simple, there are three or five cups of turbid wine brought by his home today, and there are also wind chickens to help him. Such a beautiful moonlit night, can Brother Tang be willing to drink and talk at night?"

How could Tang Cheng refuse such a request? But when he walked to Meng Haoran, he couldn't help but say, "Brother Meng, why did you take another road when you went up the mountain? Why can't you go faster, even if you're faster, it's possible."

Tang Cheng shook his head and sighed as he said this. The sad expression on his face was really sad when he heard it, and the tears when he saw it...

"Oh, if that's the case, I'll be a few months older than you."

"Brother Tang is not only older than me, but this poem is particularly enviable. The woodcutter's path is not long and lonely, but only the secluded people come and go at night! This sentence is as if it flows out of my heart. For five hundred years, Pang Gongyan has recited this poem on this poem. Brother Tang's poem is so affectionate to the ancestors."

"Brother Haoran...this...this...this...this...this will not say whether this poem is true? Come, drink, drink..."

"I love Master Meng, and I am famous all over the world." Li Bai's poem best illustrates Meng Haoran's personality characteristics. He has a natural romantic relationship. In addition, his character is calm and his heart is as clear as a spring, which makes him drink and talk to him at night. Tang Cheng feels like a spring breeze.

That night, the sound of chanting in Meng Haoran's thatched hut on Pang Gongyan side continued, chanting poems and chanting books, and laughing for a whole night. When the first ray of sunrise outside the window shone through the half-open bamboo window and spread on Tang Cheng's face, he realized that the sky was already bright.

They met without any preparation and parted with each other. They had agreed to only send a few steps, but Meng Haoran kept sending Tang Cheng to Yuliang Ferry before finally stopping. Tang Cheng stood on the boat, and repeatedly told Meng Haoran to keep his promise, settle down at home and wandered around Jinzhou.

Back at the inn, Feng Haizhou looked at Tang Cheng, who couldn't even suppress his joy on his face, "Sir, what good thing is there to be so happy?"

"I met a good friend who can make friends at will." Tang Cheng laughed so happily and sincerely, and said loudly with a loud laugh: "It's so difficult to have a confidant in life!"
Chapter completed!