"I suddenly remembered that I had heard a poem a long time ago. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info I think that's the life of the rich people in the capital, presumably true. The middle-aged man patted his head with his hand and suddenly realized.

"What poetry, tell us about it. The knife-faced man asked curiously.

It is the "Rich Song" of the Tang Dynasty - Taishan meat is exhausted, and the East China Sea wine is exhausted. The beauties are drunk and singing, knocking on the jade hairpin, and the life of those rich people in the capital is nothing more than that. The middle-aged man said without thinking.

"Who is Guan Xiu? How come I've never heard of this person?" Xiao Fei asked me puzzled.

"Don't you want to become a monk, if you really want to become a monk, go back to the roots, this person is still your ancestor, you are really lonely and unheard, when Emperor Qianlong, he was also a literary young man, not far away, sent people to Japan, in order to find the true work of the monk Guanxiu - the sixteen Arhats. But it didn't work out. This Guan Xiu is a famous painting monk in the late Tang Dynasty and the fifth dynasty. He is good at poetry and writing, and he is good at painting. I smiled and blurted out.

"By the way, what does the Luohan diagram look like, and what is so special about the young man Qianlong that haunts the young man of literature and art?" Xiao Fei asked curiously.

"Yizhou Famous Paintings" records 16 frames of Arhats, those with big eyebrows, those who have a nose, those who lean on turquoise, those who sit on the landscape, and those who look like a fan. Or ask, clouds: Hugh from what he saw in his dreams. The main reason is that the Arhat looks like an ancient wilderness, because of its uniqueness and detachment, it is unconventional, so you must not follow the crowd, you must be different, be different, and live your own life. I said with emotion.

"That doesn't apply to our thief business, we just want the thief to hide from the world and not let people find out. If you are a thief with a difference, you will be caught immediately by the Public Security Bureau and confessed leniently, and you will be in prison. Xiao Fei said with a hippie smile.

The people below are also discussing, very curious, who is this, it seems that his popularity at that time was not too high.

"What's so strange about this, by the way, my ancestors have a picture of Guan Xiu, according to my grandfather's grandfather, and the old monk Guan Xiu, that day he came to Sichuan to travel, lost in the mountains, my ancestors happened to be there, to give him guidance. The old monk was grateful, and immediately painted a painting, so there was a painting handed down by his ancestors. The knife-faced man's understatement immediately attracted me and Xiaofei.

"Then why didn't you sell it?" said the middle-aged man curiously.

"At that time, my grandfather's, grandfather's grandfather, the conditions were good, reluctant to sell, and then after the decline of the family road, I went to work, people said that this thing was not worth anything, what kind of monk was painted, it looked like a ghost, and I was afraid when I looked at it, who wanted it. Now I don't know where this picture is lying in a corner, if it can be sold for a lot of money, why should I do this?" the knife-faced man smiled bitterly.

Xiaofei and I looked at each other and smiled, there are monuments to be found, let's visit another day.

"By the way, the villain heard that Li Qingsun, a lyricist in the capital, filled in the "Rich Song", which is full of descriptions such as the golden book of the shaft music score, the name of the tree and the jade seal, etc., which is really golden and jade, rich and expensive. It's probably just like that!" The old man vaguely recalled a few words as if he had been enlightened.

After hearing this, the corners of Yan Shu's mouth rose slightly by 18 degrees, and his face was full of disdainful expressions, "I still come out like this to show off my wealth!" I don't look in the mirror to see what I look like, in fact, these are typical nouveau riche, what kind of gold, jade and other vulgar things are really not pursued. There is a strong sour energy of poverty, no connotation at all, no cultural heritage at all, such a person, no matter how much gold and jade he is given, it is useless. ”

"Haha, he said as if there are some poor people in our modern society who only have money left to explode rich. Xiao Fei said with a hippie smile.

"I haven't seen any kind of rich people in my eldest son, to be honest, I have been to the palace several times, and I am dismissive of these people, what a group of self-righteous and shallow people. Watch me compose a poem. He frowned slightly, and immediately a stunning masterpiece was freshly baked and debuted! For such a prodigy, it was really a piece of cake, no problem.

"Qingping Le" - the golden wind is thin, and the leaves and leaves are falling. Green wine is easy to get drunk when you first taste it. A pillow in a small window for a heavy sleep. Crape myrtle hibiscus flower remnants. but the sun shines dryly. When Shuangyan wants to return, the silver screen was slightly cold last night. ”

"What does this mean?" asked me.

"The golden autumn wind is blowing, and the leaves of the plane trees are scattered. The wine I just brewed is rich and mellow, and it is intoxicating. I fell asleep in front of the small window. Crape myrtle and hibiscus are withering, and the setting sun is shining outside the window. A pair of swallows flew south, and the silver screen was chilling. I said thoughtfully.

"It's really a rich idler, I still sleep during the day, I farm every day, how can I have spare time to watch flowers and enjoy the moon. A peasant-like man sighed.

"I have all the screens, and I don't even have a spare bottle at home. The knife-faced man whispered.

"Wow, it's really as rich as an idle cloud and a wild crane, it's really expensive, and the people in front of you are really incomparable. The middle-aged man said with emotion.

"I'll have another song "Meaning," Yan Shu Gongzi raised his eyebrows lightly and blurted out. "The oil wall incense car is no longer met, and the gorge clouds are no longer in the west and east.

The pear blossom courtyard dissolves the moon, and the catkins pond has a faint breeze.

After a few days of loneliness and drinking, I was in a state of silence and non-smoking.

If you want to send the fish book, the water is far away and the mountains are the same everywhere. ”

"The pear blossom courtyard dissolves the moon, the catkins pond has a light breeze, and the courtyard is really not simple. In modern society, this house with a courtyard is at least the first floor of a villa or garden house. He is indeed a rich man. Xiao Fei said with a sigh.

"Yes, this small courtyard, pear blossoms, moonlight, catkins, ponds, breeze, breeze", it is really beautiful, blowing the face is not cold willow wind, this Yan Shu Gongzi is small and fresh, and the standard literary and artistic youth image of small literature and art is really about to come out. If this son travels to modern society, he will really be a petty bourgeois man who drinks coffee and writes poems at the same time. "I can't praise it enough.

"The poplar flowers on the side of the building have passed, and the swallows fly in the middle of the curtain. He said a few more words, presumably it was a proud work of his life.

"Wow, what do you mean by that?" Xiaofei asked with a smile.

He said that standing on the terrace of their house, looking up at the sky from a forty-five degree angle, a poplar flower was dancing, and the milk swallow was flying. "I finally remembered that article.

"Wow, there were terraces in ancient times, it's really advanced. I want to buy a house in the future, I must buy a villa, forget it, the villa is too remote, not conducive to the development of my career, where there are many people, it is easy to start, or buy a garden house, high-end, atmospheric, high-grade, and there must be a terrace, the feeling of the unity of heaven and earth is really good, taste the fragrant Longjing, by the way look at the girl opposite. Xiao Fei said happily.

"Beware of throwing an apple down on it and smashing your head. I said with a grin.

"The house in the capital is so good, you can also climb high and look into the distance, overlooking the pond. We are all bungalows here, there is nothing to see, only the stinky ditch drained by the neighbor's house, it really stinks. The old man sighed.

Finally, I would like to take this opportunity to dedicate a poem to my beloved wife, who is separated by heaven and man, far away under the Yellow Spring. This Yan Shu Gongzi is really a person who values love and righteousness.

""Shaking the Autumn" - don't send a message for thousands of miles, hate it. The blue yarn autumn moon, the night rain of the sycamore, several times sleepless. The building is high and the eyes are broken, the sky is far away and the clouds are dark, and it is only haggard. Reading the red candle of Lantang, the heart is long and short, and tears are weeping to people. He said slowly and sadly that he was extremely lonely and lonely at this time. The unforgettable, heart-wrenching lovesickness and the loneliness that are like thousands of entanglements linger in my heart for a long time, like flickering and flickering candlelight in the night breeze. Of course, this personable Yan Shu son is also haunting in my heart, although he is reluctant, but the song is over, he is not a guest, and it is finally time for him to leave the stage.

After Yan Shu Gongzi's speech, he was about to go down, when suddenly a girl's pleasant voice sounded in his ears, and he looked at it fixedly.