When Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin climbed the Gem Mountain, it was just half past eight in the morning.

This time is neither early nor late, but there are already many tourists by the West Lake.

Fortunately, there are not many tourists on Gem Mountain, and the two of them can easily grab a good position after climbing the mountain.

The sky is also beautiful, the sun is not out, the clouds are not thick, it is very suitable for taking pictures, and of course, it is also suitable for seeing the scenery.

"Wow, it's really beautiful," with the help of Luo Ziling, after climbing to the top of a huge rock, Yang Qingyin couldn't help but raise his arms and shouted, "You can really see the panoramic view of West Lake." ”

"Why don't you shout Wenqing?" Luo Ziling joked to Yang Qing: "Anyway, you are also a talented woman, and you will chant a sentence 'It's not disgusting to travel in the mountains in the rain, but it is added in the mountains and lakes', if you don't come with a few poems, isn't it too cheap?"

"Isn't it raining now?" Yang Qingyin glanced at Luo Ziling, "Moreover, I don't have such a good talent, do you think ancient style poetry is so good, as if you can make poetry." ”

"Listen, the master will give you two sentences: the West Lake is back in spring, and the spring water is green and dyed. ”

"Cut," Yang Qingyin looked disdainful, "Isn't that Ouyang Xiu's poem? The group of flowers is rotten and does not reap, and the east wind falls like grits. It's really embarrassing for you to be cheeky and take it as your own poem. ”

Luo Ziling was not annoyed, and continued to steal people's poems cheekily: "The flowers bloom, the mangroves are crying, the grass grows, and the egrets in Pinghu Lake fly." ”

"That's a poem by Xu Yuanjie in the Song Dynasty!"

Seeing Yang Qingyin's coquettish face, Luo Ziling couldn't help but feel good, and continued to tease Yang Qingyin: "Spring on the lake is like a picture, and the chaotic peaks are spread around the level. The pine row mountain surface is thousands of emeralds, and the moon is a pearl in the heart of the waves. That's a good sentence, isn't it?"

"Aren't there still four sentences? The blue carpet thread draws early rice, and the Qingluo skirt shows a new pu. failed to throw Hangzhou away, and half of the hook was this lake. Yang Qingyin couldn't help laughing, "Bai Juyi Bai Lotte's masterpiece, he actually dares to steal it, aren't you afraid that Lord Lotte will turn over from the grave and sue you for stealing his copyright?"

"Okay, then I'll have to come up with a song no matter what," Luo Ziling deliberately pretended to be pensive, and when Yang Qingyin couldn't help but want to laugh, he read aloud: "South peak, north peak, in a lake of light and mist." Spring comes to worry about killing. Lang is strong, and concubines are strong. The oil wall car is light and the horse is sloppy, and the meeting is nine miles of pine. Look at it, what a good poem, how suitable for the occasion, the master is talented, right?"

"Sauvignon Blanc Tour West Lake" is a lyric work by the Song Dynasty lyricist Kang He, you changed one of the words 'Nong' to the word 'human', and you thought it was your own work?" Yang Qingyin's face became even more contemptuous, "Do you think that if you find a poem that most people don't know, you can win people? Hmph, you are too naïve!"

Luo Ziling laughed and hugged Yang Qingyin's waist, pulled her into his arms hard, and said happily: "Unexpectedly, such a remote poem, you actually know, and you can hear that I changed a word......?

Luo Ziling's words made Yang Qingyin laugh out loud, she broke free from Luo Ziling's arms, stood facing him, tilted her head, and said playfully: "It seems that you have a lot of ancient poems memorized, otherwise, if you go and deceive those little girls in the Chinese department, maybe you can use it!"

"Come on," Luo Ziling stretched out his hand and scratched Yang Qingyin's nose, "You, a vinegar jar, actually encouraged me to abduct girls, obviously with bad intentions." Also, the master is so famous now, wherever he goes, he shows his true face, and the beautiful girl doesn't cry and shout and throw herself into her arms? If you want to deceive a girl, does it need to be so complicated?"

"Hmph," Yang Qingyin rolled her eyes, stretched out her foot and kicked Luo Ziling again, and said with a little annoyance: "I know that you are a flowery carrot, you are endlessly charming, okay?"

"Gotcha, gotcha, don't be jealous, while there are not many tourists now, hurry up and paint, it will take hours!" Luo Ziling grabbed Yang Qingyin's arm and pulled him to the other side.

Ye Xiaoli, who followed, had already set up a painting case in the best place, waiting for Yang Qingyin to start work.

A few tourists looked at this side curiously, and after seeing someone set up a painting table, they also stopped to watch.

When they came out today, Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin both dressed themselves up ugly, and they both wore a pair of big glasses and hats, basically no one could recognize them, and they couldn't even tell whether they were beautiful or ugly.

It's also a little less of a hassle.

"I'm in a good mood, I can paint," when he walked to the front of the painting case, Yang Qingyin smiled at Luo Ziling and said, "You are not allowed to make trouble, and you are not allowed to make trouble by others." ”

"Honoring the Queen's orders!" Luo Ziling made an exaggerated gesture, and Yang Qingyin, who had provoked him, laughed again.

After washing his hands, Yang Qingyin also sat down at the desk to paint, and Luo Ziling watched from the side.

Yang Qingyin's painting is a Chinese landscape painting, and Luo Ziling is also familiar with the painting technique, but what he didn't expect is that Yang Qingyin painted, without a little mud and water, very bold and atmospheric, with the rapid movement of the pen in her hand, the landscape of West Lake suddenly appeared.

Several of Luo Ziling's bodyguards, Yang Xiaodong, and they all watched from the sidelines, while preventing other tourists from approaching.

However, the place where they painted was relatively low, and the tourists in the back could see the painting process from a high place.

As a result, there are good deeds who stand on a high place, close the focus of the camera or mobile phone camera in their hands, take a photo and send it to Moments.

These photos in the circle of friends have aroused a lot of onlookers and admiration, some tourists in Hangzhou saw these photos, they all went to Baobao Mountain to join in the fun, and finally even the police alarmed--- there were too many people watching the excitement.

After about an hour and a half, Yang Qingyin finally finished it, and what was presented in front of Luo Ziling was a very beautiful landscape painting.

"Why do you think the painting is more beautiful than your current person?" Luo Ziling joked, "This painting must be collected well, maybe it can be sold for a good price in the future." ”

"The little woman's painting is ready, and I ask Luo Gongzi to write an inscription," Yang Qingyin couldn't help but smile, saluted Luo Ziling, and made a gesture of please, "What poem are you going to write?"

"I'll think about it," Luo Ziling thought for a moment before picking up his pen and waving an inscription on Yang Qingyin's painting.

Yang Qingyin stood aside, with a shallow smile on her face, watching Luo Ziling write.

Those curious tourists also looked at Luo Ziling with surprised eyes.

Through the lens of the mobile phone, I saw the words on the painting clearly, and a person read it softly:

The first state in the southeast, West Lake has been beautiful since ancient times.

Near the embankment and pavilion, draw the boat pavilion, and the visitors sing and blow.

Ten miles of lotus, three autumn laurels, four mountains are clear.

So that a hundred years of southern crossing, a moment of heroism, are forgotten, life aspirations.

It's a pity that the sky is spinning and changing, who is the shame of the snow?

Ascend to the shape of victory, sentimental the present and the ancient, play heroic.

Lux pushes the mountain, Tianwu moves the water, and makes agricultural mulberry land.

Borrow the tide of Qiantang and wash it all for you, General Yue tears!

But those who read it don't know whose poem it is, and this is not a well-known masterpiece.

"At the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, Chen Dewu's "Water Dragon Yin: West Lake Nostalgia", although it cannot be compared with Liu Yong's "Wanghai Tide", but the taste is also good. After Luo Ziling finished writing, he threw away the pen, and then said to Yang Qingyin with a smile: "Painting and writing on the Gem Mountain, being watched by many people, are we too rampant?"

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Yang Qingyin looked at Luo Ziling with a bright smile, "Don't you think that today is a memorable day?"

"Well, it's very memorable," Luo Ziling looked at Yang Qingyin affectionately: "A lifetime of memory!" ()

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