Ink and Landscape

Jiangnan, covered with a pleasant light fog few such as silk, this side of the green town covered with a hint of charm.

The snow in the pool turned into water lilies, and a little green appeared between the black bricks beside the pool.

Smoke swirled around the beam, and the drizzle fell on the roof, trickled down the tile gully of the roof, and trickled down the eaves of the house in the river that passed through the town.

The two banks of the river are simple and poetic families, and occasionally a small stone bridge of two people wide across the river, linking the two sides of the river into a piece.

From time to time, there are boats with boatmen shaking through the small bridge, walking through the ancient town.

The air of smoke and rain gives the people here a mild and gentle temperament.

In a school by the river, Mr. Hu stood on the platform, holding the book in his hand, reciting the articles in the book, and many children in the school followed Mr. Hu slowly reading.

Xixitong's voice across the open windowsill, climbed onto the eaves, with the continuous drizzle of rain together into the rain fell into the river blue bricks to see the fine green above, the pressure of the thin strands bent down, and then fell into the river.

On a small boat in the river stood an old man wearing a bamboo hat, the old man with double OARS, under the drizzle to play with the water in the river, so that the boat shook slowly through the windowsill of the school.

A child attracted the attention of the boat outside the window, put down the book in his hand, and so the boat went far, stretched out his little hand out of the windowsill, a drop of rain on the eaves fell into the hands of the child, and a trace of the different color.

The child took back his little hands, looked up at the continuous rain falling on the eaves, and gradually saw God...

Until the chanting in the school was muted, the child did not notice it.

"Su Mo..." The old man on the platform looked at the child's face obsessed staring at the rain, leisurely opened his mouth to call.

The child seems not to find general, just looking at the scenery outside the window.

"Su Mo..." 'continued the old gentleman.

A child beside the child secretly pulled the child's coat corner, the child instantly returned to God, looking at the old man on the platform.

"What are you looking at? The old man walked slowly to the boy, bowed down, and looked out of the window.

But outside the window there was nothing except a few smoke from the kitchen and falling rain...

"I'm watching the rain!" The child answered sincerely.

'Oh? The old gentleman curiously opened his mouth and asked: "What is there to look at in the rain, so that you are so distracted."

The boy thought for a moment, and there was a hint of bewilderment on his face that he did not understand... Yeah, there's nothing to see in the rain.

The old man looked at the confusion on the child's face and shook his head helplessly.

"Listen well, wait for another day to get merit, gold list is the right way..."

'Yes! The child nodded solemnly, but when he turned to look out of the window, the small face was still confused.

...

Time flies, time changes.

This year the snow, Su Mo adoptive father died suddenly, adoptive mother depression into disease, paralyzed in the house.

At this time, Su Mo is already a teenager's appearance, dressed in white, covered with book gas.

Su Mo stood in front of the adoptive mother's bed, looking at the snow outside the window, this green old town was covered with a layer of rich sadness.

The foster mother on the bed looked at Su Mo weakly and opened her mouth and called out, "Mo 'er..."

Su Mo regained consciousness, crouched down, held the adoptive mother's hands, and looked at the adoptive mother.

He also forgot when he entered the adoptive parents' home, but was told that his parents were actually his adoptive parents when he was sensible.

And his biological parents died in the hands of the bandits, it is said that the year is very chaotic, adoptive parents are also going out to visit relatives on the way home to pick him up on the roadside.

So Mo... Sue was named after his adoptive father.

A word of ink, is to hope that its ink rot, one day success.

"Mother! Su ink looked at the foster mother on the bed, look sad.

"Kk kk..." The adoptive mother could not help but cough twice, for a long time to slow down, looking at the not yet adult Su Mo, his face showed a deep worry.

"Mother can't... With you grow up... From now on... You're alone... Make sure you take care of yourself..."

Su Mo shook her head with endless sadness on her face, "Mother stop talking, have a good rest, my son now go to see the doctor..."

The foster mother on the bed shook her head and looked at Su Mo and continued to open her mouth: "You hear Niang say..."

"Maybe when I found you... You have suffered from the wind chill... You were born weak..."

"After Mom leaves... No one ever tells you that anymore..."

Su Mo lowered her head and looked dull.

"But it is a pity that you are not yet crowned, and no one is writing for you..." The foster mother's eyes showed deep regret.

Su Mo choked to open the way: "If not, the mother for the child's character is good?"

When the adoptive mother was young, she was also a miss of a large family, but later the family fell in the middle and settled down with her husband to the south of the river.

She has been reading poetry since childhood and has no problem writing.

Foster mother looks trance, "mother for you to write ah..."

'Yes! Su Mo opened his mouth, "It will be written by the mother for the child!"

The foster mother shook her head weakly, "You have not yet reached the year of the crown....."

"Nothing, mother think the child can pass the crown today?" Su Mo opened his mouth, "Then today by the mother for the children to write..."

Foster mother looked at Su Mo's face of grief, hesitated for a long time to nod, look trance, already to the dying...

"Write what... How about that?" The foster mother looked out of the window at the falling snow.

The green and white intersecting colors outside the window outline a general scenery like ink painting, adding a different color to the scenery of Jiangnan.

"The Moker... Written and inked..."

"Paint with a pen... With ink to view....."

"Then I will give you the word..."

"... Kyung Eon... How are you?"

Adoptive mother eyes blurred looking out of the window of the green and white intersecting scenery, the sound fell, no sound...

'Good! Su Mo knelt in front of the bed, like a dream turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window.

"I stood... Gyeong-eon....

This year, Su Mo's parents left, adoptive mother in the dying in advance for not yet through the crown Su Mo set up the word.

Moji... Written and inked...

... Use ink to describe scenery.