The plants and trees grow green,

The rivers moisten the white plum blossoms.

The wind blows Hu Jia through the small gap,

The rain falls and plays the pipa in the hut.

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When Shangyuan returned to the four seasons, China and China also returned to its former tranquility and peace. Although the fireworks on earth were not lacking at all, it still seemed that something was missing.

Jiuzhou knew that what was missing was the atmosphere of the New Year. People were still happy, but the festival had passed and everything had returned to normal.

There are three or four days when the Shangyuan return to the four seasons, but the day when the rain and Jingzhe have not yet arrived. Seeing the last few days, the rain took Jiuzhou to play around.

"Jiuzhou, where do you want to go? Brother Yushui takes you there!" He rarely travels around during rainy days. Now he takes Meng Jiuzhou, so it's hard to stay in the same place and get bored of children.

"Why brother Yushui took Jiuzhou to the south to see the flowers? The flowers bloom all over the mountains and fields, so beautiful!" Jiuzhou likes flowers and always feels that the flowers are so vibrant.

When I came to the hilly and low mountains in the south, the trees all over the mountains were lush and green. From a distance, there were clusters of snowflakes hanging on the branches.

After looking closer, I found that there was a thick snow covering it. Instead, the silver-white petals and golden stamens were everywhere, and the plum blossoms were full of trees.

"Wow, it's the plum blossoms all over the mountain! So beautiful!"

"Hey, Brother Yushui, do you see if there is a house there?" Jiuzhou was pointing at a place where smoke was evaporating.

The rain looked along the place pointed at by Jiuzhou, and there was smoke rising from the cooking stove. Under the clouds, a thatched hut appeared and loomed, "Yes."

"Brother Yushui, can we visit me?" Jiuzhou looked at Yushui with anticipation, "It seems that this plum tree was planted by that family!"

"good."

Yushui transformed into a body, and he sent himself and Jiuzhou to the ground, "Let's go, let's go over."

The water mist in the mountains and forests touches the body a little wet and cold, and the water vapor around condenses into small drops of water and falls into the grass.

You can see the grass popping out, shaking in the breeze, like a young child who shaking his head and reading in ancient times, dumb and cute.

Meng Jiuzhou and Yushui walked for a while and arrived in front of the house.

An old man was sprinkling corn beans at the door to feed the chickens, "Gugugu, I've had a meal, I'll go back to the nest to lay eggs after dinner!" The old man treated his hens like his own children, coaxing and teasing them.

The old man raised his head and saw Meng Jiuzhou. Jiuzhou was stunned when he looked at the shiny hen, and smiled awkwardly, then he said, "Grandpa, my brother and I pass by here. Are you planting the plum trees in the mountains? It's so beautiful!"

"It's not what I planted! It was planted by my grandfather's generation. There were only a dozen trees back then, but now it's all over the mountains!" The old man seemed to remember something happy, and his face was full of smiles, and he was very proud.

"Little kid, you see it's going to rain. Go home with your brother early!" The old man looked at Jiuzhou with a very kind look, "Hey, if you don't dislike it, go to the old man's little house for a while, and wait for the rain to pass before leaving!"

"Okay, thank you grandpa!" Jiuzhou wanted to come and see the people in the mountains, so he was naturally happy to rest at the grandpa's house.

The old man walked in front, muttering while walking, not just talking to Jiuzhou, but talking to himself: "This spring rain is just a while, and then it stops after a while, maybe the sun will still come out!"

The old man poured chrysanthemum tea for Jiuzhou and Yushui, "There is no good tea. This is the imperial chrysanthemum picked last autumn. The liver fire is strong in spring. Although you are still children, drinking some can help you maintain your health. Don't think about the old man, I will know how to take care of you when I am so old!"

"Thank you, grandpa!"

"Thank you."

"What do you thank?" The old man smiled and poured some tea for each person and immortal.

Raindrops hit the roof, just like a poem describes the sound of the pipa, "Big beads fall on the jade plate."

The precipitation was not heavy, and the raindrops gathered along the tip of the thatch on the roof to form a silver line and hung to the ground.

When the rain is getting smaller, the raindrops will be like pearls with broken lines, falling on the ground with crackling sounds, splashing ripples in the potholes...
Chapter completed!