"Butterfly Loves Flowers" - leaning on the dangerous building with a fine wind, looking at the extreme spring sorrow, gloomy sky. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info In the afterglow of the grass-colored smoke, there is no word who will rely on the column. I plan to get drunk with the madness, and I sing about the wine, and the strong music is tasteless. The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi. Liu Gongzi blurted out, loudly.

"I like the last sentence the most, it's so meaningful, I say every day, oops, I didn't expect it, it turned out to be this white-clothed Liu Yong, it's really amazing. Xiao Fei said in admiration.

With just a few strokes, a person's state of mind is vividly displayed, which is really extraordinary. I was impressed.

"A masterpiece, such a masterpiece, this young man is really promising. The old man was full of praise.

"Old master, can you change the word, my ears are tired of hearing it. The knife-faced man said impatiently.

"Then the future is bright, haha. The old man laughed loudly.

"Be quiet, Liu Gongzi is about to speak again, listen carefully. The middle-aged man heard it well.

"Jade Butterfly" looks at the rain and clouds, and quietly looks at the autumn light. The evening scene is sparse, and Song Yu is sad. The water breeze is light, the apples are getting old, the moon dew is cold, and the sycamore leaves are yellow. Emotional wounds. Where are the old people, the smoke and water are boundless. Unforgettable, the literary drinking party, a few lonely wind and moon, repeatedly changing star frost. The sea is wide and the mountains are far away, and I don't know where Xiaoting is! Reading Shuangyan, it is difficult to rely on the distant letter, referring to the twilight sky, and the return of empty knowledge. Looking at each other, in the sound of the broken hong, the sun is setting. Liu Gongzi Lang walked out.

"Seeing them fly across the distant sky, leaving nothing but an empty sky. The sadness continued to strike, and in the sound of this birdsong, a person stood alone by the sun, and the ending sentence was written very long. The old man sighed and praised.

"Not bad," there was applause below, like thunder, Liu Gongzi swept it with his afterglow, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and inadvertently, a smile slowly emerged like ripples, seeing that I was so drunk and forgetful.

He opened his lips slightly, red and white, "I was very happy with poetry for a while, so I simply came to another song, this way, I saw all the great rivers and mountains of the motherland, I really sighed, read thousands of books, and traveled on the road, only to know that the rivers and mountains of the Great Song Dynasty are so beautiful and beautiful." The title of this poem is "Looking at the Sea Tide", please listen to it, it can be regarded as a proud work of my life.

The southeast shape wins, the three Wu metropolises, and Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. The smoke willow paints the bridge, the wind curtain is green, and there are 100,000 people. The clouds and trees surround the embankment sand, the angry waves roll frost and snow, and the moat is endless. The city is a jewel, the household is profitable, and the competition is luxurious.

The heavy lake is stacked on top of Qingjia, there are three autumn laurels, ten miles of lotus. Qiang tube clear, Lingge flooded the night, frolicking and fishing lotus baby. Thousands of horsemen have high teeth, listen to the flute and drums while drunk, and enjoy the smoke. The picture of the different day will be good, and return to Fengchi Kua. ”

Sure enough, this poem is extremely beautifully written, and it is as common as it gets. The old man touched his beard and nodded his head in agreement.

"It's really wonderful, and the artistic conception is profound. Middle-aged people are also fascinated.

"Little brother, we were harmed by the hateful Liao people, and we ended up here, your poem is really a masterpiece for the ages, it reminds me of my hometown, the sheep there, and the grassland there, and I can't help but burst into tears. Can you write it on my clothes with a big stroke of the pen, and keep it as a souvenir? The man named Wanyan Wugu said with tears in his eyes.

"No problem, you quickly grab your clothes, come forward, and I'll write it to you. Liu Gongzi said generously, he was going to go down with ink and write a great work.

I just heard Yan's surname, and I have some familiar feelings, and now I suddenly have a sense of enlightenment. "By the way, this person called Wanyan is Wan Yan Liang, the ancestor of Wan Yan Aguta, and the father of Wan Yan Liang's father-what kind of intricate kinship is Wanyan Wugu Nai and him? It turns out that this poem has been passed down in this way. ”

I was anxious all of a sudden, and shouted loudly: "Young Master Liu, slow down, please stop writing, you can't give it, you can't let him take this poem back." ”

"This little girl, she is so anxious that her eyebrows are burning, what's the matter?"

I said, "The Jin Dynasty will be established in place of the Liao State, and we have to guard against it." It's better not to give. ”

"I haven't heard of the Jin Dynasty at all, where did the dynasty come out? Could it be that the little girl thinks that Jin Zi is crazy, the Liao State is now indispensable, how can it suddenly die in the country, it is simply alarmist and nonsense. The knife-faced man said dismissively.

"Yes, why should you be stingy with a poem, he is just an unknown boy now, we have to unite these few famous people from foreign countries, these suffering brothers, they are also bullied by the Liao State, they came from afar, if it is spread out, the Song Dynasty is reluctant to even write a poem, how stingy it is. The old man laughed dryly.

But if this poem is passed back, it will inevitably cause a war between the two countries, and then the corpses will be scattered all over the field, and the beacon fire will be filled. "I was so anxious that I couldn't help but say.

"How is it possible, isn't it just a poem, where is there such a great power, it is really unheard of, unseen?" said the knife-faced man.

"I admit that this young man's poetry is good, but how can a poem cause a great deal of war between two countries, and you praise it too much. It's not that the little girl also loves this young man, but unfortunately, your yellow-haired girl is too young. These years are unforgiving, when you are as old as Liu Gongzi, Liu Gongzi is like grandpa, and I am now so immobile, haha. The old man laughed dryly. The crowd also burst into laughter.

"What does this poem mean, you translate it into vernacular for me, I'll listen to it, my literary literature is not good, what kind of poetry is so magical?" Xiao Fei touched the back of his head embarrassedly and said curiously. Say.

"The situation in the southeast is important, Jiangwu is the capital, and Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. Such as smoke willow trees, painted bridges, windshield curtains, verdant tents, high and low houses, about 100,000 people. Towering trees surround the sand bank, the raging waves roll up frost and snow, and the river stretches endlessly. The pearl and jade treasures of the market, the silk and satin at home. The outer lake of the lake and the overlapping mountains are beautiful and beautiful, and the laurels in autumn are ten miles of lotus. Music is played on a sunny day, rowing a boat and picking lings at night to sing, fishing old men and lotus picking girls laughing. Thousands of cavalrymen surrounded the commander, drunk listening to the flute and drumming, singing the smoke and haze scenery, really what will go back to look at the computer in the future, there are all in it. Still, I didn't get tired of explaining.

"It's really beautiful, it's indescribably beautiful, but are you alarmist and unspeakable, just a simple poem can make the two countries fight each other, fight, war, and bones everywhere, this is too whimsical and incredible. Xiao Fei said suspiciously.

"You don't know, when Yan Liang finished reading Liu Yong's "Looking at the Sea Tide", it seemed to see the crimson autumn colors in the south of the Yangtze River, covered with smoke and fog, the willows hanging down, and the water and sky under the picturesque covered bridge. My fair beauties wrapped in red makeup are holding a pink oil-paper umbrella in the misty spring of March, looking forward to the person she likes, and the smoke of 100,000 homes in the wind curtain is rising. The heavy lake reflects the green mountains, the vast lotus pond with smoke waves, the three autumn laurels, and the ten miles of lotus. Then he started to throw a whip to cross the river, immediately Wu Mountain's ambition, wrote a thousand miles of car books and a mixture, how can there be a different frontier in the south of the Yangtze River, raise millions of troops on the side of the West Lake, immediately the first peak of Wu Mountain, and the next year with 600,000 troops south to attack the Song Dynasty. I hastened to explain.

"The power of this poetry cannot be underestimated. This is the war caused by a poem, and the bloody case caused by a poem. Xiao Fei said with a sigh.

While we were talking, the young man Liu had already written the poem in a dashing manner, and modestly delivered it to the man, and the minority people hurriedly took the clothes full of words, and disappeared in a panic into the dense crowd, without a trace.

"Alas, he has already written, and the man has quietly left, and he can't catch it back, wasting half a day of my lips and tongue, and no one has believed me, but fortunately, he didn't treat me as a wizard, thinking that I was not a child. It seems that even if this history is known in advance, it is very very difficult to reverse the situation, and if this fate is known in advance, it is also difficult to change the misfortune. I sighed.

"However, this Liu Gongzi is really a talent, and he has been famous for the ages, but it seems that he is not an official, he is so talented, it is really a bit abnormal. Xiao Fei said.

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