"Grape wine glow-in-the-dark cup, want to drink pipa immediately urge, drunk and lying in the hometown Jun Mo smiled, so a few wanderers returned. ”

The writer tasted the wine made from the grapes on Luoyan Mountain in his hometown, but he almost burst into tears.

The wanderer's shirt is rotten, and the line in his mother's hand has stopped.

The scholar left the mainland in his twenties, and he is still a son, and his family has long been wrong, and his loving mother has passed away.

I don't know if he thinks of his mother, and his eyes become so red.

However, this kind of emotion cannot be persuaded by others.

Luo Hongmin looked at the Wenshi, and Huoda was also looking at the Wenshi, and the smiles of the two froze, but the clouds on the Wenshi's face slowly dissipated, "This is our Qinwan wine?"

"It's called Qinwan wine. Luo Hongmin immediately came to his senses, "Master Wen, can you write an inscription for Qinwan wine?"

"My handwriting is not as good as Fang Shiyu," Wenshi refused with a smile, "Let him come, let him come." ”

But the four treasures of the study have already been put on the table, Yue Wen has already ordered someone to put paper and pencils, and the scholar smiled, "You are chasing ducks to the shelves, or I will be ugly." He thought about it, put pen to paper, and worked hard to write.

"Qinwan Wine".

Seeing Yue Wen pick it up carefully, the literary master smiled at him and said, "Junior classmate Yue Wen, is it enough, it's not enough for me to write another stack, anyway, my words are not worth a few big bucks." ”

Everyone laughed, and in the past two days of contact, everyone found that the master of Chinese culture did not have a straight face like an old pedant, but witty jokes came at hand, and the words were very easy and peaceful.

The group took a car from Zhou Tuan Daji to Jinjiling, Luo Hongmin looked out the window, and the first time he came to Jinjiling that year was also autumn.

Jinji Ridge in late autumn is colorful, red, yellow, green and orange, reflecting each other. Beside the straight and wide cement road, there are cedar, yellow maple, black pine, Korean acacia and other scenic trees, and in the distance, chestnuts, walnuts, persimmons, and jujubes are hung on the branches, and the mountains and fields are fragrant.

"The air here is so good!" the lady smelled the air outside, and the scent of grass mixed with fruit in the air was intoxicating.

"Jinjiling hides gold and buries jade, but the gold is not mined, and the jade is not mined, and it is all left to future generations. Luo Hongmin sat next to the scholar and pointed to Jinjiling and introduced loudly.

But there is no need to be loud, and the writer can also hear it, a ninety-year-old man is still quick-witted, well-organized, ruddy-faced, and walks like a fly.

"It's a good idea. When he arrived in his hometown, the scholar naturally spoke his hometown, but his words were interrupted by the sound of gongs and drums.

"Bang Bang" - "Bang Bang Bang" - "Bang Bang

The convoy slowly drove into the entrance of the village, and in the deafening noise of gongs and drums, in the colorful bright costumes, and in the vigorous Yangge, Luo Hongmin looked at the writer with a smile.

Wenshi waved his hand enthusiastically to the window, and did not get out of the car, he had met a lot of leaders in the past two days, and walked in Zhou Tuan Daji for a morning, Yue Wen did not let him stop, and the bus went directly to Jinji Lake.

Along the way, nursing homes, schools, libraries, health centers, squares ....... passed by.

"Fei Xiaotong is engaged in rural China, Jiangcun economy, I see the development of Chinese culture, a village can also do well. ”

Wenshi was in surprisingly good spirits along the way, and I don't know if he returned to his hometown, "Confucianism and Buddhism, the premise is that you have to be a good person, well, there are also Wang Fengyi's quotations here?"

Yue Wen motioned for the minibus to slow down slowly, but Huoda turned his head and whispered criticism to Yue Wen, "Why don't you hang a few quotations from the scribe?"

Why not?

Doesn't this kind of trick seem too naïve in front of an old man in his nineties who has been in Wushan for a long time?

"Wang Fengyi is a strange person of the Republic of China, the avenues in the world are all connected, Buddha is the Tao, the Tao is Confucianism, someone asked me what scriptures to read, I said, you read the "University" is good, the way of the university, in Mingmingde, in the people, in the end of the good. You can do it as a mantra as well. ”

Yue Wen thought about it carefully, every sentence of the literary master made him feel novel, in fact, the big truth was contained in these homely slang.

"It is said that when Wang Fengyi was enlightened, he walked in the dark night, and the heavens and the earth were bright, so what was the scene when Wang Yangming realized the Tao in the dragon field?"

The scholar is like a meditation at seven o'clock, but everyone doesn't know how to answer, this kind of Chinese culture is too far away from them.

"Wenshi, there is the Spring and Autumn Pavilion in front. There was silence in the car for a while, and Yue Wen advocated breaking the silence and leading the way in front with a smile.

"Oh, okay, let's go sit down. It can be seen that the literary master is also in high spirits, he strides in front of the meteor, and the autumn wind lifts his beige trench coat, and his clothes flutter.

He walked so fast that he threw off the leaders behind him.

An old man in his nineties threw away the leaders of the rich country in these years, which made Yue Wen secretly sigh to himself.

"Click-"

Ren Gongcheng took a camera to take pictures of this historical scene.

"Okay, Spring and Autumn Pavilion, which one of you is carrying the plaque?" said the scholar on crutches.

Luo Hongmin hurriedly looked at Yue Wen, the last time he came, he didn't notice this plaque.

This word is powerful and powerful, well, who is it invited?

"It's not everyone, I mentioned it. "Yue Wen's rare shame," "I didn't mention it, it was taken from "Suolin Bag".

"I'll just say, Qinwan people still have cultural heritage," all the leaders looked at Yue Wen in surprise, at this young age, they still like Peking Opera?!" ”

"It feels like a person who has penetrated life, a lock in the bag, implying Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, so in the opera, it should be pushed first. Yue Wen said with a smile.

The writer looked at him, bowed his head slightly, but did not speak, he looked at the golden rooster tao, this blue water was as green as a huge jade, "It's really a good place!"

"Jinjiling, Jinjiling, I am also a chicken. The writer smiled.

"Then you can stay. Yue Wen took the opportunity to invite, although this topic had already been thrown, but the scholar did not agree, Xu Wenxian and others did not mention it, if it was brought up and the scholar refused, how embarrassing it would be, and the leader would have no face.

Everyone looked eagerly at the writer, but the scholar smiled and said nothing.

"Old man, you can stay, there is gold and jade here, there is food and drink, we will wait for you and the old lady, and take care of your pension." ”

A woman's voice suddenly sounded, startling the leaders present.

The writer smiled, although the people in the mountains had money, they still had a natural simplicity, and it was the sister-in-law of the Hu family who spoke, and she took a few young girls and daughters-in-law to wait in this pavilion, pouring tea and water.

Luo Hongmin glanced at Yue Wen, and Yue Wen immediately said, "Wenshi, this is the Upper Jinji Lake, and we also have the Lower Jinji Lake, which is to lead the water of the Jinji Lake to the Xin River." ”

The scholar raised his crutches and pointed ahead, "Then this is the mother lake of the development zone." ”

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