The "Guanshan Moon" moon rises in the Tianshan Mountains and the vast sea of clouds. Tens of thousands of miles of wind blew through the Yumen Pass. Han Dynasty Baideng Island, peeking into Qinghai Awan. Since the war, no one has returned. The guests looked at the city and shrank back into a bitter color. The tall buildings stood that night, and the sigh was unworthy. Li Bai finished writing this poem in one go.

Wang Qiuping drew a pen on paper. He wanted to modify two places. He found that he couldn't get into the pen at all. After reading it twice, he put down his pen and did not rule her out. He took them to school in the afternoon.

"Although you are not as good as me, it may be a bit bad to put it in the poetry conference of the Chinese and Arab countries and the Western Lake District. In a tone of concern, how did Wang Qiuping begin to comment on this masterpiece that has been passed down from generation to generation?

Yang Yuanliang did not understand that the poem was so good that it was fake. How can it be bad? Don't just ask, "Is it bad there?" Wang Qiuping said seriously: "Atmosphere! The atmosphere of the Sino-Arab Poetry Club is not suitable for this poem." If you don't have other excellent works, you can't use this!"

Yang Yuanliang didn't want to change a poem. He was not interested in this kind of poetry. Due to Wang Qiuping's hard work, he decided to copy it.

After walking for a while, the three of them had lunch. Yang Yuanliang prepared to learn violin at Shang Adai Yuxi Pavilion. Wang Qiuping stopped him. "If you're studying with me in the afternoon, don't run around!"

Of course, Yang Yuanliang did not do this. He said to his neck, "I'm going to learn the violin in the afternoon." I'm going to pay. I'm never going again. I'm interrupting the time!" Wang Qiuping looked at it contemptuously and sneered, "What Shang Yu Pavilion teaches is only the skin. You learn from me in life. I'll take the time to teach you the tricks of the violin!"

"I don't want to learn from you!" Putting down a sentence, Yang Yuanliang walked away and walked on the ground. Yang Yuanliang has found more people in Lin Haocheng these days.

Many of the scholars who wore him did not walk well. Many of the restaurants on the street are covered with white paintings with all sorts of poems written on them. I knew in my heart that it was a talent from all over the world that made my own name. Lin Hao's literati were more polite, and besides, in this strong return wind, Yang Yuanliang smelled gunpowder along the way.

When I arrived at Yuxi Tower in the Shang Dynasty, the eldest princess will not come today. One of Yang Yuanliang's adults learned to play the violin with the children. The children felt very stubborn, and couldn't help but laugh at Yang Yuanliang during the break. The last story is clearly lagging behind.

Wang Qiuping dressed up at home and changed into the clothes he thought Yang Yuanliang bought. After putting it on, she enjoyed it for half a day. She called two family members and two sisters to go to Wulanxiang together to pick up people in Yuxi Building in the Shang Dynasty.

Sitting in the swaying carriage, Wu Lanxiang teased: "It's good to learn the violin." It's always good to block with Fang Qiang. Sister, you wait for him for a while. After you convince him of your skills, I advise him to come back. ”

Why did Wang Qiuping nod and ask Wu Lanxiang: "My red tunic dress is very poor, can't I ride a wooden guqin with my hands?"

"Look at all the clothes my sister is wearing!" Wang Qiuping specially sent Yang Yuanliang to learn the violin. He was going to go to the field, so after Yang Yuanli. 00

"Ahh He held Yang Yuanliang with his only left hand. "It's good to be cheap. I never thought I'd see you here!"

Although Yang Guowei is a traveler, he still retains the memory of Yang Yuanliang. When he sees someone, his heart is filled with inexplicable excitement, and he can't control his emotions.

"Do you have a place to be Pengna?" Yang Yuanhao cared about this person very much, his real name was Peng Li, a straw cloth butler in the Northwest Army. He was a colleague of Yang Yuanliang's father. After an accident, he was doing some small business in the Northwest Frontier Fortress and broke a hand.

"Of course, I wore a fur coat from the northwest, and now I'm at the Deshun Inn. How is your match now?" Wang Qiuping said that he would not go home tonight, and Yang Yuanliang walked and talked with him.

Peng Dali knew that Yang Yuanliang was in a low mood after getting married. They go to restaurants to eat. They left the contact details. Yang Yuanliang went back.

After returning home, Wang Qiuping sat in her small house and came again. "Who did you see today?" said Yang Yuanliang, "an old friend of my father, who is now in the fur business. ”

After a few words, Wang Qiuping began to say what she wanted to say. "Xianggong, I have no objection to you learning the violin. A gentleman should know the rhythm. Why did you lie to me in the first place? I admit that you have no talent, but you have to go to school from now on. I can really teach you the violin in my spare time!"

Speaking of doing this, Wang Qiuping picked up the violin and played in the dark room. When Yang Yuanliang heard that his music was too soft, he didn't like to listen to it. He said, "It's not as good as Xiao Zhu, do you have anything else?"

Wang Qiuping moved her iron nails. "Xianggong, what do you want to say? As long as there is music, I can jump out!" Yang Yuanliang picked up a pen and paper and began to write on them.

"A smile in the sea, the tide on both sides of the peach wave ......" Wang Qiuping read silently, jumping from Yang Yuanliang's hand to the paper, Wang Qiuping suddenly felt like a deer in her heart.

After Yang Yuanliang finished writing, Wang Qiuping looked at the red heart. The man in his dream is a hero who can master martial arts and rhythm. After reading the tune and lyrics, Wang Qiuping said contemptuously: "The tune is good, but your work is ugly." ”

"I don't care about these details, my fists can't keep up with my hands, I haven't written in four years. Can you expect me to write so well?" Wang Qiuping could no longer speak, and began to dance to the tune.

As soon as Wu Lanxiang heard this song, her heart became excited, and she said, "Sister, can I play?" Wang Qiuping found another Xiao, and Wu Lanxiang ran out of the house. Yang Yuanliang lay on the bed and sang leisurely, "A smile in the sea, a ...... on both sides of the tide in the tide"

Even after singing a song, Wu Lanxiang still likes it. He agreed with Xu and said, "You are very talented, you can do such a great job." Yang Yuanliang smiled awkwardly. That's what Huang Da did. I copied it!"

"This Huang Da is here, I think he is on his side!" Wang Qiuping was disappointed when she heard that it was not Yang Yuanliang's work, but after thinking about it, she would be very happy to see this composer.

"He's not in this world!" Wang Qiuping got lost and said, "I'm sorry, I can hear the experience in music." Xiang Gong was so lucky to see him!"

"I'm sleepy before it's too early, so go home and sleep!" Yang Yuanliang ordered to be expelled from Ajing. Wang Qiuping stood up and said to Wu Lanxiang: "Let's go back!"

Wu Lanxiang blushed like a monkey, shook her head, and whispered, "My sister is back, I'll sleep here tonight!" Wang Qiuping was taken aback, remembering that the dog and the man died together, and blushed.

"Lan Xiang, don't call me tomorrow!" Hearing Wang Qiuping's hint, Wu Lanxiang's face turned red and was still bleeding. As soon as Wang Qiuping went out, Yang Yuanliang pushed Wulangxiang onto the bed and started talking about clothes.

"Wash your feet!" Wu Lanxiang kicked Yang Yuanliang all over the ground with one foot, watching him wash his feet before getting up. As soon as Yang Yuanliang got into bed, he ran away in a hurry.

How do you know that Wang Qiuping is also back at this time? Only now did he accept Yang Yuanliang's music creation. He wanted to take it home in the evening to speculate a little.

The reborn immortal is young

The reborn immortal is young