Cultivation Is Not Easy Either

There is a stream in Luming County, called Luming Creek. The water comes from the west mountain and goes east through the city. It is clear and shallow, and you can see the bottom with countless fish swimming. By the stream, there are many women wearing gauze, women and children from poor families, who gather here every day, and the sound of pounding clothes can be heard one after another. Among them is a daughter of the Xie family, named Yunqing, who is twelve years old. Xie Mingyun, a great scholar of the previous dynasty, was a branch of Xie Jiaben. During the six hundred years, the concubines were scattered and scattered, until Yun Qing's father Dequan, there was not a tile covered or a ridge colonized. Dequan knew a little about writing and set up a stall to write letters. He sighed all day long and often said "my ancestor is the prime minister of the country" every time he was drunk. My mother, Mrs. Li, had a career in washing clothes. Her fingers were chapped and she was as silent as stone. At the head of every Huansha stream in Yunqing, it is common to see a person standing under a willow tree on the opposite bank. He is wearing a green shirt and black shoes, he is about twenty years old, his face is like a crown jade, his brows are sparse and bright, he looks like a Taoist. However, all the Huan girls coming and going seemed to have not seen her, but Yun Qing only saw her. At first, Yunqing thought he was a human being, but he didn't answer his call. After a long time, he was surprised and asked: "Who is this son? How can I stand here all day long?" The man laughed and said: "I am not a human being, but a ghost..."