As an aside, I think writing is all about fun, and it gives you a third world that is independent of the real world, the world of the book, the world of writing. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info allows your life, your world to have different switching doors anytime, anywhere. In the real world, you can call friends, push glasses and change lamps, and staggered the lights. In the world of the book, you can cry and laugh together for the characters in it, rejoice with you and grieve with you, you can open it at any time, or you can quietly say goodbye to it, and see all the states of life, life and death, joys and sorrows.

As long as you want, pick up the pen at will, put on the blank paper, or pick up the computer, the mouse, and you will immediately enter the world of the pen. Here you can transcend the ordinary world and take the initiative to construct your own spiritual home. Here, you are the king of your world, and you can be free, whatever you want, whatever you want. You can travel freely in 5,000 years of time and space, at ease, you can gallop across the battlefield, the iron horse glacier into a dream, or in the martial arts world of swords, Huashan on the sword, or in the world of romance in the childhood sweetheart, under the moon before the flower, or the willow bank, the wind and the waning moon, or the river to the east, the moon surging west, or the desert is lonely, and the sun sets over the long river.

I think writing needs a quiet state of mind, a good mood as a companion, and inspiration to help, just like drinking a cup of mellow coffee in the afternoon when the sky is high and cloudy, and it needs to be accompanied by bright sunshine, just like warming a pot of rice wine at night when the moonlight is like water, and it needs to dissolve the moonlight into the wine. Sometimes the wind and drizzle, sometimes the sunshine, sometimes the storm, sometimes the wind and the waning moon, will unconsciously integrate into your works, your joy.

So please forgive my readers, friends, for being free, spontaneous, and doing whatever you want, and I'm sorry for making you wait a long time. But I think waiting is also a kind of beauty, because there is expectation, because there are fantasies, because there are your dreams, and my dreams come true. The result is never the most important thing, the process is intriguing and endless. The bold sword is the spirit, is the atmosphere, the meticulous is exquisite, is the art, although our flesh will eventually be wiped out, into nothingness, princes and generals, literati and writers, all living beings, nothing more than this. But our words can be immortal, beyond life and death, to eternity.

Let's get down to business!

We immediately devoured it, and after a while, the wooden table was full of cups and plates. In particular, the meal is particularly delicious and beautiful as its name - Cherry Biluo, which is simple to make, but it takes time. Put sweet and sour cherries on top of the steamed rice, and slowly brew the delicious taste in the steamer until the bright red juice penetrates into the rice, which is really beautiful and delicious, sweet and glutinous, and very delicious.

But modern society has long since been lost. It's not so much steamed rice, it's better to say dim sum, it is beautiful to hear the name, it looks even more beautiful, the color is bright, the shape is like a blooming peony, graceful and luxurious, ingenious. The people of this mountain and wilderness even the ordinary rice we eat are so meticulously crafted, which is really ingenious, and the subtleties see the spirit.

At the end of the meal, Xiao Fei was unceremonious, and simply picked up the plate directly and began to lick the plate. I watched him gobble up, and I couldn't help but say, "What does this Bi Luo mean, you are erudite and talented, tell me-" Garfield took the first step and blurted out: "This word comes out of "Poetry, Xiaoya, Mandarin Ducks" - Mandarin Ducks are flying, Bi Zhiluozhi." That is, the meaning of all-inclusive, all-inclusive. "Zhuangzi Tianxia" also wrote: "What is the mang, what is the suitability, what is the suitability, everything is Biluo, there is no enough return. I thought to myself: "Okay, even if you throw bricks and lead jade, the level of the ancient people's Chinese language is really high, and the height is not cold, just like the bright moon that I saw when I looked up." ”

Although it was early summer at night, it was still cool and lively, revealing a slight coolness. The sound of the murmuring of the stream seems to be far and near, and the bright moon on the mountain and stone is as clear as a huge silver plate, especially large and round, especially close, as far as a stone's throw away, and it is within reach. The soft moonlight poured down from the inky blue sky like flowing water, sweeping away everything in the world, and dyeing the world into a dreamlike silver. In addition, the silky smooth mist rising between the mountains and forests makes the forest completely dyed, a hazy, like smoke, like fog, like a dream.

The moonlight is like water, the mountains are silent, the mountains and springs in the forest, tinkling sounds, the midsummer night breeze is cool, only the heroic and upright mountain trees, the shadows of the trees are swaying, Xiao Xiao is sorrowful, whispering, the mountains and rocks are all lofty, moist, soft, quiet, pure, showing a unique aesthetic charm in the soft clear light. For example, Zhou Yi's "Moon Fu" of the Southern Dynasty - the air is melted and clean and shines far away, the quality is bright and moist and chaste, the weak does not waste the light, and the clear does not agitate the pollution. Ruo Xie Zhuang's "Moon Fu" - the surface of the air, the clouds gather at the end of the sky, the beginning of the Dongting waves, and the leaves are slightly off. The chrysanthemum is scattered in the mountain pepper, and the wild goose flows in the Ese. The quality of autumn is leisurely, and the beauty of falling is clear. As evocative as Wang Wei's picturesque poems - "Sitting alone in the secluded fence, playing the piano and howling." People in the deep forest don't know, and the bright moon comes to take pictures. "After the new rain in the empty mountain, the weather is late in autumn. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream. The bright and clear moon in the middle of the mountain dodging and dodging, from time to time, the smoke and the moon are misty, the flower moon is draped away, the lingering fragrance is curling, black and white complement each other, virtual and real are born together, "the Buddha lamp is cold and silent, and the clouds and cui are surrounded by mountains and spit the moon." It is really an elegant Chinese ink landscape painting.

The amorous dissolved moonlight shone through the dense dark green jungle and sprinkled wantonly into the small courtyard, elongating the light and fluttering figures of several ancient beauties, and they were even more out of the world in the moonlight.

The faces of several girls who are like flowers and jade are even more like Song Yu's "its beginning, shining on the roof beams at the beginning of the day; its little entry is also, like the bright moon and light", and Wei Zhuang's "people on the edge are like the moon, and the wrists are frosty and snowy". The night is blurry, the moonlight is like water, and countless unknown small milky white flowers fly over the small courtyard, and the gentle and affectionate night breeze blows the cheeks like water tenderness, so that the thousands of thoughts in the heart, the old dreams of the past are floating up. I think more about my relatives in modern society, especially on such a night, at such a moment, only the distant moon holds my deep thoughts. suddenly remembered "Picking Mulberries" - "Hating the king is not like Jiang Louyue, north and south, east and west, north and south, east and west, only with each other and no separation." Hating the monarch is like Jiang Louyue, temporarily full and still losing, temporarily full and losing, when will it be until the reunion?"

It's really worrying, but Xiao Fei who came with me didn't feel anything, still drinking with his eyebrows, so I pulled him aside and whispered, and read Li Bai's "Gulang Moon Xing" with feeling: "I don't know the moon when I am young, and I call it a white jade plate." and suspicious Yaotai mirror, flying in the blue clouds. The immortals hang their feet, and the laurel tree is a group. The white rabbit pounded the medicine, and asked who was with the meal? The toad eroded the round shadow, and the bright night was gone. Nine birds fell in the past, and the sky and people were clear and peaceful. This confusion is not enough to see. What about the worries? Sadness destroys the heart. ”

Xiao Fei smiled and said, "It's too sad, it's not suitable for the current atmosphere, let's do it again." I held the silver cup in my hand, looked at the bright moon with longing eyes, and read Li Bai's "Ask the Wine to the Moon": "When will the moon come in the blue sky? People can't climb the bright moon, but the moon goes with people. It is as bright as a flying mirror, and the green smoke is extinguished. But when I saw that the night came from the sea, I would rather know that Xiang Yun didn't have it? The white rabbit pounded medicine in autumn and spring, and Chang'e lived alone with whom? Today's people don't see the ancient times and moons, but this month used to shine on the ancients. If the ancients and the present people are flowing water, they will see the bright moon together. I hope that when the song is against the wine, the moonlight shines on the golden bottle. ”

Xiao Fei nodded frequently: "This song is not bad, it has a sense of meaning, and it is magnificent." I continued, "I just didn't expect that the two of us today not only saw the moon of our people, but also saw the moon of the ancients, but I don't know if there is a chance to go back and see the moon of the ancients?"

Xiao Fei quickly cut through the mess: "Oh, Ziyue, I see that you are really a little too drunk, today, ancient, going around, I can't tell the difference." Anyway, it's good to have a moon, call it Gu Yue, this month, or drink wine and eat meat, the most free, you look at them, how happy, if you want to spoil the interest again, I'll call you Gu Yue, people still think you are Gu Long's relative.

Looking at it head-on, sure enough, bursts of laughter and singing came to him. Watching them eat meat and drink wine in large bowls made me feel so unhappy in addition to melancholy.

So I cleaned up my mood again, and I happily drank dozens of glasses in a row, not because I drank an amazing amount of alcohol, but because the craftsmanship of the Song Dynasty was not yet developed. There is no distilled liquor here, only brewed liquor, no baijiu, only rice wine, which is made by steaming rice, letting it cool, mixing it with koji, sealing it, and fermenting it. Therefore, the maximum altitude does not exceed 15 degrees, generally around 6 degrees. Then why is Wu Song, the hero of the tiger fight, so able to drink it? This is the reason. Therefore, even Lu You, who drinks the most boldly, uses "three liters" as the standard when expressing the amount of alcohol in the poem-"The mountain road is still a hundred miles, and the wine glass will be three liters in one fell swoop." "That's a lot.

In this quiet, quiet mountain night, we are staggering, pushing cups and changing lamps, and making fist orders. Before I knew it, it was getting late, the night was darker, the strange rocks were craggy, the jungle was dense, the outline of the mountain was more abrupt, towering like a cloud, and the figure of the tree was also, under the cover of the night, it was even more strange and tall.

Under the blowing of the cool and mixed with the smell of various flowers and herbs, although the wine is half-drunk, I still feel refreshed and poetic, I thought I was smiling like a flower and said to Xiaofei, but because I was wearing a mask, it was estimated that the smile was terrifying: "I suddenly remembered Lin Qingxuan's "Wen a Pot of Moonlight Wine", it feels so beautiful, and it is really in such a quiet mountain and moon, I can better understand the mystery, especially this sentence - put the moonlight in the wine pot and drink it warm with a simmer, it is really wonderful." ”

Xiao Fei thought for a while, and said with a sigh: "Oh, only cultural people have such leisure and leisure, people like you who work from 9 to 5 naturally have that kind of petty bourgeoisie, of course you can pick up the moon and cook wine." Not only cooking wine under the moon, cooking poems under the moon, cooking words can be, you can do your work, dance and ink, chant poems and paint, spend the moon before the moon, every day blue clouds, yellow leaves, chic very yo, but we people can be miserable, living at the bottom of the society, working hard every day in our career, this precious night is the golden time for our work, during the day, it is easy to steal half a day of leisure, a small sleep party, tired and half dead, where is the time to be busy with these, food and clothing are hanging by a thread, how can you be so leisurely, leisurely!"

"Okay, you're really right, but this wine is really good, this transflated fragrance is really fragrant, wonderful, I am full of aroma," I didn't want to fight with him, good women don't fight with men, so I quickly changed the topic.

He was also interested: "I have my own unique opinion on wine. Each of these wines is like people with different personalities, with different tastes, each with its own merits and tastes. For example, this permeable bottle of incense is like a mirage, ethereal, and unattainable. This will be the cherry wine of the fairy building like a warbler singing and dancing, and the yellow warbler crying in the valley, which is extremely refreshing. The green plum boiled wine in Fengle Building is like a young girl in a green dress, singing and dancing lightly, looking forward to wearing. The Liuxia wine in Gaoyang store is like a young woman dressed beautifully dressed and covered with emeralds, with a variety of styles and three points of flavor. The jade liquor of Yuxian Lou is like a Kansai man who sifs gongs and drums, strong and powerful, running wildly and dancing, hearty. The elixir wine of Hele House is like a galloping horse, Kunpeng spreads its wings, and the sun sets over the long river. The immortal mash wine of Xinle Lou is like a big river going east, the waves crashing on the shore, the moon surging westward, and the atmosphere is magnificent. The blue light wine of the building is like the rain hitting the plantain, the red fat and the green are green, and the sound of the landing is sound, and the fairy mash wine of the Xinle Building is like the three stacks of Yangguan, and the nine songs are ileus, and the aftertaste is endless. ”

Garfield saw that the two of us were talking with a fluttering eyebrow, and also became interested: "It's better to be happy alone than to be happy, and you two are talking about happy things, and you don't share them with everyone." I hurriedly added, "We were just talking about wine, talking poetry, and looking at the bright moon in the sky—"

Garfield couldn't help but read: "In this way, I will also come to the Tang Dynasty Li Pu's - Haoluo is the treasure mirror in the sky, and the fairy in the clouds is silent." The equinox is full of rounds, and the clouds are thousands of miles away. The cunning rabbit fell from the string, and the toad Hugh was born in front of him. The Lingcha intends to join hands with each other, and wait for the galaxy to be completely cleared. ”

Quicksand is coming: "Liu Yuxi's "Playing with the Moon on the Fifteenth Night of August" will be the moon tonight, and it will be washed over and over again. The summer retreats and the sky is clear, and the autumn is clear. The stars make brilliance, and the wind dews and crystalline. can change the world, it is Yujing. ”

Hu Jiaojiao said coquettishly: "This is too easy, not fun, let's have a little difficulty coefficient okay, by the way, I suddenly thought, the moon has many beautiful nicknames and nicknames, the ancient literati have written a few, let's have a poetry solitaire, each say one, can't repeat can't say it, just punish a glass of wine, how?" They all clapped their hands, I thought to myself: "Anyway, I have a lot of storage in my phone, how can you bear me?" You ancients learn Chinese all day long, natural ancient Chinese are good, bullying us have many subjects, let me see how good my phone memory is, or is your brain powerful?" So I said excitedly: "I think it's very interesting, I want to participate, then let's start with Xiaofei——"

"Why is it always me? Bullying me for not being good at Chinese, then I'll reluctantly come to one!" He also secretly looked at his mobile phone, and the others who didn't know, thought he was pondering, and he immediately said one, Tang Dynasty Han Qing's "Spring Sorrow" - Golden Crow Changfei Jade Rabbit Walking. Quicksand said a Southern Dynasty Liang He Xun's "Seven Summons, Immortals" - Gu Rabbit is full, and Ting Ying is down. Hu Jiaojiao said the Tang Dynasty Li Shen's "Reward Lotte Liqiu Xi has a Huai Zhi Mail" - the ice rabbit is half ascending. Zeng Lu blurted out - Tang Dynasty Han Hao's "Yuan Night Impromptu" - Guitu Taoguang Cloud and Ye Chong. Garfield hurriedly said that Tang Xiahou reviewed "Embroidered Shoes in the Quilt" - the toad in the cloud hooked down the phoenix's nest, and Yulang was drunk and rubbed. "I searched on my mobile phone and said that the "Yuefu Poetry Collection: East Fei Berao Song" - Gui Yueguang in the south window and north of the north.

No one punished the wine, a new round began, and everyone talked about it again. There is Han Yu's "Ming Shui Fu" - Gui Hua Tuyao, Rabbit Shadow Tengjing. There is Tang Taizong's "Liaocheng Looking at the Moon" - full of laurel branches. There are - three or five bright moons are full, and four or five toads and rabbits are missing. "There is Li She's "Autumn Night Theme Yiling Water Pavilion in the Autumn Night-Ning Bi Chu Gao Hai Qi Autumn, Guilun Obliquely Falls to the River Tower. There is Liang Shen Yue of the Southern Dynasty "Looking at the Autumn Moon on the Stage" - the Guigong is curling with cinnamon branches, and the cold and miserable are white dew. "There is Tang Luobin Wang's "Hurt Zhu A Wang Ming Mansion" - the rotation of Guilu, before Lizhu destroyed Beique. "There is Tang Lu Zhaolin's "Gift Mansion Pei Lu" - looking at Gui Toad at night, and hearing Hongyan at night. For example, Li Bai's "Looking at the Moon After the Rain": "The suburbs are cloudy and hazy, and half of the account is born." "There is a Tang Dynasty Chu Zai "Moon Poem" - the jade toad shines on the east end of the sea. There is the Tang Dynasty Yuan Rin's "Mid-Autumn Festival Night Doesn't See the Moon" - what is the color of the toad wheel, and the beauty is embroidered. There is Xu Day's "Mid-Autumn Moon" in the Tang Dynasty - it should be the Toad Palace, which is half as clear as it is in autumn. There is Cao Song's "Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon" in the Tang Dynasty - the cloudless world of autumn three or five, and you can see the toad pan in the sea. There is Tang Wuzhi's "Ji Huai Presents Li Hucao" - Huabiao is a toad, and jade ropes are hung on high-rise buildings. There is Li He's "Ballad in the Sky" in the Tang Dynasty - the osmanthus flowers in the Jade Palace have not fallen, and the fairy concubines pick incense and swallow peiying

In the next round, it was Xiao Fei's turn, and he suddenly said Tang Xianzu's "Peony Pavilion? Hu Jiaojiao said dissatisfiedly: "This person has never heard of it, this doesn't count, a glass of wine will be punished." Garfield also agreed: "This is really well written, but it's not a well-known poet, maybe it was written by a countryman, so don't forget it, you have to think about it carefully."

Xiao Fei thought about it and said Yang Wanli's "Watching the Snow on a Moonlit Night" - but hung the jade mirror in the sky. I smiled triumphantly, this is from the Song Dynasty, I whispered: "Boss, you are wrong again, this is from the Southern Song Dynasty, and you have not been born at the moment." Hu Jiaojiao said dissatisfiedly: "I haven't heard what you said, but the name is too anxious, I want to be famous, I want to be famous, I am really anxious for fame and fortune." ”

Xiao Fei had to punish a glass of wine, and said unconvinced: "This time I will talk about the most famous celebrity, the romantic and talented Tang Bohu's "Digging Water Moon in Hand" - Jade Fiber makes water and Jin Tian wet, and I want to hold Chang'e to look at it." Everyone looked at each other dumbfounded, thinking that it was Xiaofei's hometown poet. Only I carefully reminded him, boss, you are wrong again, although this Tang Bohu is a merry and talented man, famous through the ages, but he is from the Ming Dynasty.

"Oops, I came back too early, I punished myself with three glasses. After Xiao Fei drank three cups in a row, he finally said a safe Li Bai's "Waiting for the Moon on the River" - the west of the city, the blue sky and the jade hook. Everyone listened inexplicably, but after a few rounds of free drinking, everyone was happy.

Between talking and laughing, the night is deeper, it has been three watches, we hurriedly fell asleep, sucked the aura of heaven and earth, absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon, and slept beautifully for a night, until the next morning, after eating the porridge of wild vegetables in the mountains and forests, we said goodbye to the two amiable old men, and embarked on the journey.

The scenery along the way is infinitely good, and there is a good mood to be a companion, laughter and laughter, endlessly, I unconsciously fell behind, suddenly I felt something strange behind me, and quickly shouted: "Not good-"

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