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Text Chapter 52: The heart is as pure as a child, and the mind is as steel.  middle

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    The heavy snow fell intermittently, and for three days in a row, there was no sign of clearing up. Everything was covered in snow, and the sky was covered in white. The cold wind howled in the sky, and it was like a knife, causing great pain to people's faces.  With such weather and heavy snow, not to mention country roads, even the main roads in the city have surprisingly few pedestrians and vehicles.  At this time, Wang Chao was walking on the path in the mountains and forests with one foot deep and one foot shallow. With every step, the snow covered his trouser legs, making a creaking sound.  He was walking on a small path. There was neither cement nor asphalt under the snow, but thick mud.  After walking for three days, we finally arrived at Shaoshan along the Xiangshui River.  Heavy snow fell from time to time along the way, and the climate was severely cold. Wang Chao trudged hard. He got up before dawn every day, walked until night, and then went to a small hotel or a nearby farmer's house to spend the night.  On the first day, during the difficult trek in the snow, his shoes were soaked with snow first. He walked on a country road, which was very difficult. After walking tens of thousands of steps, he finally broke through it and had to walk barefoot until dark.  By the time he arrived, his feet were already numb from the cold.  Fortunately, during his two years of boxing training, he had developed kung fu to the soles and five fingers of his feet. He could close the pores and prevent the cold air from intruding. Otherwise, he would have frozen his lower limbs like ordinary people.  Because the snow was falling heavily and the wind was strong, his umbrella was also blown out at the same time. The snow fell on his head and melted, flowing down to his neck. His whole body was cold. Even though his body was much stronger than ordinary people, he couldn't bear it.  , when it got dark, I actually felt a little dizzy.  It was obvious that he had suffered frostbite from the cold.  Fortunately, at night, Wang Chao walked more than a hundred miles and finally found a farmhouse. There was an old man left behind in the farmhouse. Everyone in the family went out to work. The enthusiastic old man boiled hot water and ginger brown sugar for him.  Drinking tea drove away the chill from his body.  Wang Chao also saw a large bamboo hat, a coir raincoat woven from palm tree hair, and a pair of straw sandals at this farmer's home. He immediately bought them, put them on fully armed, and left the next day.  Outside, I am not afraid of the cold wind and heavy snow.  It's just that although the straw sandals are strong, they can't withstand the cold.  So he had to flex and stretch his toes every step he took, trying not to let the ice and snow freeze his toes.  Along the way for three days, Wang Chao¡¯s feet were the ones that suffered the most.  With great difficulty, I climbed to the top of a mountain and looked around. The tree trunks were all bare and covered with ice. There were desolate winter scenes everywhere.  Wang Chao had already paid homage to the great man's hometown in the morning, and now he climbed to the top of the highest mountain nearby, facing the north wind, and the raincoat he was wearing was being blown away. His heart was full of pride, and he couldn't help but think of the song Qinyuan Spring Snow.  .  "This is the situation" After standing on the top of the mountain for a while, Wang Chao walked down the other side of the mountain and continued to move toward the southwest step by step.  After traveling for more than a month, Wang Chao finally reached the junction of Hunan and Guizhou. At this time, the heavy snow melted, the cold winter passed, and the warm spring came. Along the way, the snow melted and flowed on the ground, leaving mud everywhere.  Walking step by step just confirms the artistic conception of walking in the mud.  At the beginning, Wang Chao was not used to it.  But gradually after more than a month, he gradually got used to walking and thinking every day.  I don¡¯t know how many sets of clothes I have changed.  Every few days, he would buy a set of clothes in the towns along the way and replace the old ones. Anyway, he had a card worth hundreds of thousands with him, so he was not short of money.  It¡¯s just that the bamboo hat, coir raincoat and straw sandals have never been replaced.  During the arduous trek, he mostly took mountain paths or uninhabited country paths. He rarely encountered people talking to each other. The silence, silence, and walking along the way made Wang Chao gradually forget about the world.  With the hustle and bustle, the soul is released into heaven and earth.  As he walked step by step, he naturally matched the fist's intention and fist shape, rising and falling together, forgetting everything except the many essences and movements of boxing.  The Yunnan-Guizhou area is mostly mountainous, so Wang Chao would waste a lot of time if he didn't take the main road. Moreover, every time he went to a place, he had to pay homage to the revolutionary history of his predecessors. This journey was slow, until the third or fourth time of spring, when the flowers were blooming, there was only a small amount of time.  Walk to Zunyi, Guizhou.  In early May, Wang crossed Chishui and entered Sichuan.  In the past few months, his body has been tempered by wind and frost, and his originally slightly white skin has turned into a gray-brown color. However, he has been eating and sleeping in the open air all the way, and his body has not collapsed. On the contrary, he has become stronger and stronger, and his steps have become more and more powerful.  While walking silently, Wang Chao sometimes closed his eyes, feeling deep in silence, and could even hear the gurgling sound of water in his own blood vessels.  That is the blood in the blood vessels that circulates continuously throughout the body under the action of the heart. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????The blood flows like a mountain spring.  Wang Chao doesn¡¯t know if it¡¯s because of his silent practice these days that he has unintentionally reached the point where his kung fu is so meticulous that it penetrates deeply into his internal organs.  He didn't care. His body had fully adapted to every essence of boxing, and his mind was completely immersed in the spirit that moved countless people in the last century.  Sichuan is close to the plateau, and the roads are even more steep than Guizhou. They are often winding mountain roads, a road that winds through the rolling hills, like a giant dragon with no beginning or end.  The weather was getting hot, but Wang Chao didn't feel it. He only felt that his body and mind were like a piece of rough jade, and every step he took was like a process of polishing and carving to remove impurities.  As a result, his body and mind gradually revealed their innocence and simplicity, as well as their clear and crystal brilliance.  After nearly half a year of walking, Wang Chao only felt a little difficult and distressed at the beginning. Later, he became more and more comfortable. After forgetting the hustle and bustle of the world, the freedom of his mind seemed to make him feel much more relaxed.  He thought about the experience of some predecessors in the boxing classics, "It is right to practice boxing when you get more comfortable as you practice. If you feel bitter, you are wrong." He knew that he was practicing right.  The mountain is getting more and more dangerous, the road is getting steeper, the river below the mountain stream is getting more and more turbulent, and the sun in the sky is getting more and more fierce.  Under such harsh conditions, Wang Chao¡¯s daily trek has become really difficult. This is not because of any mistakes in his daily walking. This is entirely caused by the external environment and conditions.  In mid-June, Wang Chao meandered along the Dadu River, and the customs and customs of the towns he passed gradually changed.  Occasionally you can see Tibetans dressed in different Han costumes.  Finally, on this day, we saw the towering mountains in front of us, with vague white snow on the tops of the mountains.  These mountains appeared in front of Wang Chao's eyes, completely blocking the way forward. These are snow mountains.  Wang Chao looked at those huge and insurmountable snow-capped mountains and knew in his heart that the journey ahead was ten times more difficult and dangerous than the road he had traveled.  The Long March has just begun.  Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!
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