At the foot of Jingshan Mountain, it was snowing heavily for days and the dead branches seemed to have obtained the magic of immortals and learned the art of dead trees in spring in the flying snow overnight.

The snow falls tightly, and a piece of dead branches and thousands of snow is like the spring breeze wailing thousands of pear blossoms.

There is also the red stamen that is not afraid of the cold in winter, and the world is independent, overlooking the world, causing people who come and go to stop and watch.

I am used to being depressed and solemn, and suddenly I see the beauty. How can I not recite poems and essays?

A group of people wore heavy jackets and surrounded by a red plum tree, cooking wine and talking about current affairs. From time to time, they looked up and commented on the description of red plum, or appreciate the visual enjoyment brought by others. It was a unique feeling in their hearts.

None of them is strange, neither the largest, the smallest, nor the most beautiful. It is considered to be the incredible red plum in this plum forest, but it attracts countless attentions in secret.

It is also rare for men and women to gather here. The only thing that is the men and women here can make people unable to turn their eyes open. Although they are wearing regular clothes, they can see unusual upbringing.

One of the men, observing his actions, the people around him vaguely respected him, which was enough to make the proud and upright red plum pale the face of the heavenly beings. Some tourists who wanted to come forward to chat with him looked at the pressure of the whole body that was almost integrated with the snow all over the sky, and were unable to move forward.

What was then taught them to be stunned was that the young woman with an ordinary appearance beside the man was not sure what to say. The man laughed happily and then reached out to the point of the woman's nose.

With good eyesight, I vaguely saw a little snow falling from the red plum tree behind them, revealing the covered red flowers.

The quiet movement of the house seemed to attract the attention of a somewhat dark man on the side. He looked up at the two of them, then lowered his head and lowered his head to the young woman beside him, not knowing what he said.

The young woman in red clothes turned her head and turned her back to the dark man who still looked handsome. Only then did everyone see the woman's appearance. She was wearing white snow and red clothes, not knowing that it was the red plum, or the red clothes, or the blushing cheeks, or several. For a moment, many tourists were stunned.

The tourists had that bold and careful look, and they looked a little similar to the man in the lead, but it was so perfect that they could be a match made by heaven.

Although the man knew that it was a love for beauty, he still had a bit of sour intention in his heart. He put his hands on the woman's shoulders and turned them around, and was alone in him. The other scenery after the woman turned her head was not worthy of being told by outsiders.

The old man next to him touched his beard and Lao Huai looked at the dark man with relief, as if he was extremely satisfied with the scenery he saw. He hummed a cheerful tune in his mouth, and his head swayed with the tune. For a moment, the world became broad and brighter.

There is another young couple who are afraid of the cold, otherwise why wouldn't they take off the face towel covered with their faces?

The woman still has a swaddle in her hand. The child in the swaddle will not know the man or woman at that time. There is a cute tiger embroidered on the swaddle, which shows her love for her son.

The handsome husband looked gentle all over his body. A gust of wind flew with snow. The husband reached out to put his hands together to get the clothes for the woman, and then lowered his head to make a child. The eyebrows and eyes were soft.

As the wind just passed, tourists could see the woman's red lips, which were red without touching, and her skin was as thick as the frost and snow here. It can be seen that her whole picture was so prosperous. This was in line with her husband's intention of caring for her. If this beauty was obtained, who would accidentally protect her.

A pearl of red plum, all living beings in various forms. They form a painting of their own.

Those who bring their own pens and ink are already dizzy and calm down. When the pen is put, it is like a god helps, and when the pen is put. A burst of laughter comes from far to near, and there are a few sounds of fighting.

The tourists who looked in the sound had even brighter eyes. There were several children like fairy children running and playing in the snow. They chased each other, and it was so lively.

One of the little fairies held several cold plums in his left hand and only one with his right hand. He chased several small fairies, not knowing what he wanted to do. When he saw one of the youngest fairies, there was a cold plum on his head, he understood his purpose.

Seeing this, Yu Jixiantong was so scared that she ran around. From time to time, she ran into a cold plum tree, shook down a tree of white snow, stood under the tree, laughed helplessly, got up and shook off the white snow.

At first, everyone thought that the fairy children were really afraid of the cold plums on their heads. At this time, it seemed that they were just trying to play with them. Looking at the appearance of the fairy children, who would have said something to blame?

I couldn't help but care. If I accidentally fell in the snow, what would it be? My eyes moved like clothes stuck to the children.

As if she was tired of playing, the little fairy gave the cold plum branch in her hand to a nearest tourist, then pulled her legs and ran straight to one direction.

It was the tourist who was worried that the little fairy would hit the noble man and raised her heart in her throat. After the little fairy spoke, she felt relieved.

The little fairy ran towards the man and the woman in the lead, threw herself into the woman's arms, shouting "Mom." Hearing the movements on the side, he poked his head out of the woman's arms, raised a small face that was red from running, and shouted "Dad."

The tourists watched from both sides and then realized that the little fairy was almost similar to the man. Apart from his eyes, it was okay, one was innocent and innocent, and the other was hissing, and hesitating, and he was really frozen to death in the snow.

After a series of children returned, they found their parents and threw themselves into their mother's arms. The only one was alone, watching from both sides and watching, and finally biting them and threw themselves into their father's arms.

The person who beats seems to be good.

The person being beaten

The child's father was quite helpless. He looked at the three beans hanging on the child's mother, lowered his head and said, "As a brother, he knows that sharing his worries for his mother is worthy of praise."

The woman with three beans hanging on her body took out a piece of juan cloth and taught several children to wipe each other's body. The sweat that had just run out of her running.

The eldest son took it first in his father's arms, and the children in the wiping room were pushed and shoved again.

A man with a slightly dark face turned aside, his eyebrows and eyes were twitching when he heard this. He was really dark and he became more shameless. Hey, close to the ink? Close to the ink? Close to the ink, the red one should be more reasonable. Only in this way can he reflect his innocent heart.

Seeing that his face was changing, his wife thought something big happened. She let go of her two sons in her hand, quickly pulled her sleeve and asked why, but the latter shook her head to indicate.

The two sons held hands and looked at the sky together.

Another gentle man had no choice but to pretend to be invisible, pull the eldest son's hand, and carefully wipe the face and neck for him, and the sweat that was gushing out when he was running.

His wife was carrying fog in her eyes, sometimes she lowered her head and looked at the cradle in her arms, sometimes she looked up at the father and son in front of her. A gust of cold wind was carried by, and everyone saw the corners of her mouth under the turban.

Seeing this, the tourists thought they were really people who took their children to play.

Then they all felt relieved and continued what had just happened and had a special talk.

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Chapter completed!