"Young Master Yan Shu, it's useless for you to talk like this for a long time, it's nothing more than where is the Grim Reaper, the Grim Reaper is hiding from us, and so on and so on. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info "The man with the knife face is outspoken.

"You are the prince's teacher, or make two good poems that are popular, let's see, show your hands is real, and you will know if it is a mule or a horse walking. "The middle-aged man also saw the wind and made the rudder, and followed the blind coaxing.

"Yes, let the old decay lead your demeanor. The old man said with hunger.

At this time, the jade tree stood in the wind, and he really felt like dancing and flying. The eyebrows of the sword rose slightly, and he looked even more handsome, only to see him think a little, smile faintly, blurt out, and immediately make a poem - "Butterfly Loves Flowers".

"Ju sorrow smoke orchid weeping dew,

Luo Mu is cold,

Swallows fly away.

Mingyue doesn't know how to leave hatred and bitterness,

The oblique light came to the dawn and pierced Zhu Hu.

Last night the west wind withered the green trees,

Alone in a tall building,

See the end of the world.

If you want to send color notes and rulers,

The mountains and rivers are wide, and they know where!"

"This seems to be a mourning song, is it the nostalgia for his recently deceased wife, the gentle and elegant Li Shi? The middle-aged man said with emotion,

Wang Guowei said in "Words of the World" that the ancient and modern have become great careers, and those who ask questions in universities must pass through three realms. This last night the west wind withered the green trees. Go up to the tall building alone and look at the end of the world. This is the first realm. This shows the prestige of this word. I didn't expect such a famous word to be his masterpiece. Xiao Fei said with emotion.

"Yes, in the graceful lyricist hurt away from the far away work, this is a quite prestigious word, graceful and not graceful, graceful in the high, this Taiping Prime Minister, his poems in the spring breeze proud, one day to see the Chang'an flowers of the proud, there is no career low complaint, full of ambition, but a lingering sadness, a ubiquitous sadness, a sense of déjà vu loneliness, almost holding the oil paper umbrella alone wandering in the rain alley. I said with admiration.

"I don't know how to get out of the oil-paper umbrellas. "Xiaofei, a science man, reads very little, and is confused, and it is rare for me to explain that this is Dai Wangshu's famous poem, which has the same effect.

"The protagonist's strong desire to send a letter to repair the book and the tragic reality that there is no one to send it reflect and echo each other, and even the sadness is written so magnificently," the middle-aged man sighed.

"It's really lonely and miserable, stormy. The sad and lonely scenery set off each other, the feelings are tragic, but not depressed, a few sentences of white description, wash the lead, it can be called a good sentence. The old man also stroked his beard and said meaningfully.

Only the knife-faced man squinted and did not say anything.

"By the way, there's another one, I almost forgot. I especially like the round wall of the beads. Childe showed red lips and white teeth, and smiled slightly. Actually, when it comes to this poem, it also has a little story. Because I didn't get one of these sentences right, I especially liked this poem. In fact, the situation is like this, this poem has been completed, but there is a sentence that is not allowed, meditating for a year or in vain, by chance, I went to Weiyang to do business, and lived in Daming Temple by the way. I suddenly noticed that there was a poem on the wall that was well written, but unfortunately there was no author's name. I persevered, and finally found out that the author's name was Wang Qi, and his home was nearby. I sincerely invited him to come over and discuss the poems together. Unexpectedly, after telling him the cause and effect, he blurted out without thinking. This time, not only did I get good poetry, but I also got a good friend who hit it off at first sight. It's really beautiful, and now I will dedicate this good poem from the hard way to the villagers in Lizhou. This poem is "Huanxi Sand".

A new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather old pavilion. When does the sun set?

Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned. The small garden incense path wanders alone. ”

"It's really extraordinary, after many years of achievement, the effect is different, the poem is like a long-brewed agar jade syrup, the longer the cellar age, the longer the fragrance. The old man took a deep breath as if he were drinking.

"I don't know why, in addition to being catchy, it feels like an inexplicable comfort, I really have a feeling of love at first sight, in fact, my feelings about poetry can only be understood, not spoken. Like looking for a girlfriend, it depends on whether there is an eye edge. If you don't see it, you can't talk about in-depth communication, reading poetry is like this, after reading the first sentence you have a feeling, even if you don't know what to do, you will never forget it, perseverance. As everyone often says, when you like you, there is no reason. When I don't like you, any reason is an excuse, and that's how I am at the moment. Xiao Fei said unashamedly.

"Yes, you are about to enter the door of poetry, yes, Shibei should be impressed for three days, it is really black near ink, red near Zhu, you have been next to me for a long time, this strong literary atmosphere has finally penetrated into the bone marrow, haha. I said with a smile.

"That's whether I'm self-taught, who am I, a thief of thieves, you know?"

The following is all appreciation, but there are also some dissatisfactions. "It may all be done by others, and depending on your fame, you may be able to give you the right to authorship. The corners of the knife-faced man's eyes rose, and he said dissatisfiedly.

"You guy, what's wrong today, you took the wrong medicine, stop talking nonsense, be careful of people with high positions and powers, and let you go to jail. The old man kindly reminded.

"By the way, there are more rich people in the capital than ants, how are they rich, or can we see the poor and remote people," your middle-aged man asked curiously.

"The road here is far away, the mountains are high and the road is far away, it costs a lot to get to the capital, I have never been out of Lizhou in my life, it is estimated that I will be old for the rest of my life, can the son be merciful, describe it, let us those of us who have not seen the world open our eyes, let us see the sky beyond the sky?" the old man solemnly requested.

"Yes, those rich and oily guys in the capital, I am really envious and jealous to death, how can those turtle sons be so fateful, the queen mother and the son Guanyin Bodhisattva are really too eccentric, these people are the princes and grandsons in those concubines in the capital, enjoy countless glory and wealth, fragrant cars and BMWs, beauties hug left and right, spend money like flowing water, I can't get used to our children in Lizhou, countless things every day, and our group of turtle sons here and those turtle sons in the capital are even more trivial, I have no hope in this life, I want to register in every possible way, and I can't get a wife for free。 I must have a good baby in my next life. "The knife-faced man said that when it came to the sore spots, he hated to give a few punches to the rich second generation who were powerful in these capitals to vent the hatred in his heart, but unfortunately he didn't know martial arts.

"Then how much virtue you have, then you will be reincarnated. The old man said to the self-righteous man with a knife face. "It's about to be talked about a lot, and listening to Yan Shugongzi is the right thing. ”

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