The orioles sing in the spring stream,

The Qinglong of Tengyue rises to peace.

The rivers rain fall and the water storm,

The stars hanging down the night sky.

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Jingzhe was also a playful person and took Meng Jiuzhou to the mountains and forests in the north.

The sound of the spring stream flowing like a wind chime, ethereal and beautiful. The water dripped on the stones of the mountain stream made a "tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick

With the sound of "dingdong", water drips fell into the pond, like the sound of a light tapping of a clear jade pendant.

As the insects broke out from the ground and stretched their waists, the crisp chirping of orioles from the other side spread out from the leaves intermittently.

The wind passes through the treetops, the spring stream sounds, and the orioles sing crisply, forming an irrepeated sound of nature. Without artificial carvings, it is a unique music exclusive to nature.

Meng Jiuzhou jumped around and enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the mountains in the forest.

After rummaging through his pockets, Jingzhe found that the peach blossom cake he bought two days ago had been eaten by himself and Jiuzhou one by one, and he was still unsatisfied, "Jiuzhou, do you still eat peach blossom cake? Let's go to the old uncle to buy some?"

"Okay, it's just right... sneezing!"

"It just so happens that the mountain is a bit wet and cold. Sister Jingzhe, let's go and buy peach blossom cakes!"

Jingzhe transported his fairy power and took Meng Jiuzhou to the air. "Jiuzhou, wear more clothes to avoid catching a cold."

Along the way, there were rains everywhere Jingzhe, accompanied by lightning and thunder. Jingzhe flew quickly, and the rain passed quickly in just a burst of time.

Soon, Jingzhe found the place to buy peach blossom cake that day, and saw the old man selling cakes from afar.

Jingzhe and Jiuzhou fell to the ground and walked towards the old uncle.

When the old uncle saw Meng Jiuzhou, his face was filled with joy, "Little girl, are you here to buy cake again?"

Kyushu nodded, "Well! Uncle's cake is so delicious!"

After hearing this, the old uncle gave Jiuzhou a bag of peach blossom cake, saying that he was unwilling to charge money, and even took the opportunity to make a fuss, "Today, the dragon raised his head. Did the little girl shave the dragon head?"

Jiuzhou opened his eyes wide and looked at the old uncle. The old uncle pointed to a stall opposite and said, "Don't the little girl know what a shaving head is?"

"Look there, it's just a haircut! It's the custom of dragon raising their heads!"

Jiuzhou looked in the direction pointed by the old uncle, and saw a little boy opposite him crying and refusing to cut his hair. He couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Jingzhe looked at Jiuzhou full of curiosity and whispered, "That guy Chunlong hasn't come yet, otherwise you can see him and love to tinker with his hair every day!"

A loud gongs and drums sounded in the distance, just overshadowing the sound of Jingzhe and was not heard by the old uncle.

Jiuzhou was close to Jingzhe and asked, "Sister Jingzhe, is Brother Chunlong the incarnation of the Dragon Head Rising Festival? It seems that Brother Chunlong's love for haircuts is also related to folk customs!"

"Well, you can say that." Jingzhe thought for a while, "You say that makes some sense. Our preferences and personalities are indeed closely related to folk customs!"

A very lively sound came, and people on both sides of the street surrounded the middle.

"Little girl, don't you watch dragon dance? It's so interesting!"

Jingzhe picked up Jiuzhou and put it on the surrounding high ground. The old uncle told Jiuzhou about the dragon dancing.

"Little girl, look, the one in the middle is the Dragon Ball."

"The two dragons are playing with the pearls. The dragon head chases the dragon ball. The two dragons are one high and one low, one low, one hustle and one hustle, one chasing and playing."

"good!"

"Drink! OK!"

There was a burst of cheers and applause from the surrounding area.

The old uncle pointed to the shapes arranged by the two dragons and told Jiuzhou, "Look, this is called the dragon leaving the palace. On the second day of February, the dragon raised its head, and the green dragon leaving the palace!"

After a while, the dragon dance team went downstairs and the gathered people dispersed. Seeing that there was no business, the old man took the stall and invited Jiuzhou and Jingzhe to his home to eat a bowl of dragon beard noodles.
Chapter completed!