This is a fishing village in the East China Sea. Here, you are a guest when you enter the door, and you become your home here. The villagers are simple and kind, sleep peacefully, and get drunk all night long. When you visit the fishing village, birds are singing, flowers are fragrant, and the mountains and rivers are pastoral. The sunset in the fishing village is a wonderful picture of Taoyuan.
Picture scroll. Although there is no poet singing in this scene, it makes people leisurely yearn for it.
Ouyang Hai is very familiar with the seaside scenery. He will neither indulge in high-pitched remarks nor indulge in leisurely reverie. Every day, he lives in the village office of Anle Village, looking after the home and nursing home. If he goes out, it must be a daily routine.
Purchasers have long been numb to the vastness of the deep sea. In the fishing village, time seems to stand still, while the village houses and trees on South Street have remained unchanged for decades, showing the color of aging. Seagulls fly over South Street
Passed by, even slower than Ouyang Hai's walking speed.
At this moment, Ouyang Hai was walking home, holding two large bags of local vegetables and raw meat in his hand. His face was like a jujube, with phoenix eyes and silkworm eyebrows, and he was walking like a dragon and a tiger, bathing in the fresh sea breeze. Looking up, the sky was full of
The starry sky, the sound of waves. The tired body, mind and body, the suppressed frankness and romance, merge with nature in the most leisurely and relaxed moment.
In Ouyang Hai's eyes, the houses hidden among the green trees seemed to have turned into golden palaces. The smoke rising from the roofs turned into golden mist, and the green leaves were floating in the air.
A little bit of golden light swayed, and a golden smile appeared on Ouyang Hai's face. Several villagers walked by, their faces were also transparent blue, and their postures were as gentle and slow as water. Everyone said hello habitually and walked in a hurry.
, passing by.
Ouyang Hai strode into the courtyard, where he had a wide view of the house. His wife Chen Liqing, who was busy with housework, had a plump figure and her hair hung back. Although she was dressed in country clothes, her temperament was restrained, graceful and luxurious. Her eyes were like the waves of autumn.
She is affectionate, has a smile, and is graceful. The simple and elegant charm of a young woman seems to be born in her.
The couple didn't say hello, as if they didn't exist. They got along day and night, and they had a good understanding, so words became superfluous. Ouyang Hai sat down to rest, and picked up the Ma Li wood cigarette pot on the table. The tobacco in it had already been filled by his wife, and he used the fire sickle and picked the needle.
, and placed it in the most convenient position. Soon, the room was filled with smoke and pungent. Chen Liqing was washing and preparing dinner in the kitchen. Of course, the food was also the most suitable for Ouyang Hai.
Outside the house, there is a carpet of yellow flowers and a border of green willows. The soil is fertile and the melons and fruits are fragrant. My daughter Ah Hui is sitting on a sleeping bag between two giant locust trees outside the door, sitting on a swing, like a clam pearl.
It was embedded in it just right. Axiu was twelve years old and had a beautiful face with an indescribable temperament. Her delicate skin was white and rosy, with a faint blush on her pink cheeks. She was as long and thick as feathers under her eyelashes.
, is a pair of clear and transparent water eyes with clear black and white. The clever and smart eyes cannot hide the playful personality that she deliberately hides. She is as bright and exciting as the sun. She is a standard beautiful girl from a fisherman's family.
After dinner, it was time to practice. My daughter Axiu removed the sleeping bag between the two giant locust trees in front of the door and slipped away to play somewhere.
Ouyang Hai practices for half an hour every morning and evening, regardless of wind or rain. He smokes a pot of after-dinner cigarettes, stands between two giant locust trees in the courtyard, steps firmly, stretches out his arms, and starts with a "Danfeng"
"Chaoyang Style", tigers and tigers make the wind. This is a very common soil style in the countryside-Seventy-two Road Taiping Fist. There is no fixed name for the moves. Even if there are, they vary from person to person and from place to place.
Everything has changed, it all depends on persistence and practice.
But seeing Ouyang Hai's fists and kicks gradually speed up, each move is meticulous, and he is getting better and better. His whole person is shrouded in the shadow of his fists and kicks. As the saying goes, if you are familiar with the road, you will be skillful and clumsy. Once you are familiar with the earth-handling style, your level will naturally improve.
Extraordinary.
Ouyang Hai stretched his whole body, and it was no longer his hands, feet, and limbs that were moving, but every joint was moving. He used fists and kicks in the thirty-sixth way, opening and closing them wide, and he used small kung fu in the thirty-sixth way. The changes were unprovoked, virtual and real.
Unpredictable, sounding to the east and striking to the west, the desire is false but the truth is true. The most ingenious thing is that the feathers cannot be added, insects and flies cannot fall, it rises like an eagle in the sky, and falls like a heavy thunder striking the ground, it really relaxes its iron arms and lies down like a virgin.
After practicing his fists and kicks, Ouyang Hai was still interested. He tucked the hem of his clothes tightly between his waist rope and practiced Qing Kung Fu by wandering back and forth between two giant locust trees.
Ouyang Hai's Qinggong can't be compared with the authentic mental skills of martial arts. It is exactly the same as his fists and kicks. It is also accumulated over time, and water drops penetrate the stone. But when he saw his burly body between two giant locust trees, he was like a drunken butterfly in the wind, erratic, "Swallow"
"Through the clouds" and "Three swallows copy the water", the movement moves faster and faster, and the body shape is gradually indistinguishable, only a dazzling light curtain.
Ouyang Hai's expression remained unchanged, his spirit was calm, and after completing a set of fists and kicks and a set of Qinggong, he felt his whole body feel relaxed and gradually slowed down his legs and feet.