In China, since ancient times, there have been people in poetry, the name of the text, there may be a wonderful article, or a good quatrain, it is possible to make the name of the place or person covered in the poem spread through the ages, widely known.

Today, Guo Dalu wrote this poem, can be called a masterpiece, in the future to talk about the origin of this poem, must mention a sentence of Dajue Temple, it can be said that as long as this poem spreads, Dajue Temple wants not to be famous.

That's why Li Jiusan said that Dajue Temple is a great blessing.

When a building is given a cultural atmosphere, then the attraction will automatically have a cultural heritage, which can be called the best advertisement, and this advertisement has been circulated for thousands of years and is still effective.

Just like Yueyang Tower, just because of Fan Zhongdrun's "Yueyang Tower Notes", everyone Chinese know that there was such a scenic spot in China, so when the people who moved to this place passed here, they would spring up from their hearts to rely on the nostalgia of the column and remember the meaning of their ancestors. When tourists arrive at this kind of place, they are not only enjoying the scenery, but also a subtle psychology of wanting to have a spiritual dialogue with the ancients for thousands of years.

It's not so much about seeing the scenery as it is about experiencing the culture.

Today, Guo Dalu made this poem, and it is conceivable that many people will come to play because of this poem in the future.

The monk of Shahai is conceited and elegant, and his appreciation of poetry is also extremely clever, and when he stopped playing the piano and saw the poem written by Guo Dalu, the old monk suddenly became excited.

This old monk likes to drink tea, play the piano and play Go, and people with this Yaxing will naturally have more or less dabbling in calligraphy and painting.

Yuhang is a place where humanities gather, and there are many calligraphy and painting lovers today, and some are even sought after as calligraphy masters.

But in Shahai's view, these people's words are barely formed, and it is okay to call them "words", if they are called "calligraphy", then they are a little sorry for the two words calligraphy.

Sha Hai, as a monk, has few mundane things, and is also old, and has practiced calligraphy for decades, and has already had a deep skill, because these calligraphers are unhappy, and they have also written a few words and spread out, and they are also called calligraphy masters.

But now seeing these lines written by Guo Dalu, Shahai, a calligraphy master, suddenly felt extremely ashamed, and felt that his words were inferior to Guo Dalu's compared to Meng Tong.

This poem is good and the words are wonderful, so it's amazing.

And others only see the wonderfulness of this poem, but Shahai cares more about Guo Dalu's current identity in the martial arts.

Martial arts master, there is not one in a hundred years, and today he actually wrote a poem inscription in the Dajue Temple, what an influential thing?

The grandmaster's inscription can already be regarded as a beautiful talk, and if the poems written are still famous through the ages, and the calligraphy also has the atmosphere of the grandmaster, it is even more remarkable.

"Oops, good poetry, good words!"

The white eyebrows of the Shahai monk trembled, and he saluted Guo Dalu, "Mr. Guo, with your poem, it is enough to make my Dajue Temple spread through the ages, I don't know if this poem can be preserved here by Lao Gao? I will definitely ask a skilled craftsman to carve this poem out for people to enjoy." ”

Li Jiusan smiled and said: "The master is greedy! This poem is a good sentence that I got by grinding ink myself, how can I give it to you? I can leave this poem for you, but I originally had to take it!"

He called out to his secretary, "Xiao Qi, you keep this poem for me and frame it for me when I return to Beijing." ”

Sha Hai hurriedly said: "Anyway, let the old monk take this poem!"

Don't look at his age, he is a monk, but he is not behind the times at all, he has a mobile phone camera or something, and he took out his mobile phone to take several photos of this poem in a row, and he was reluctant to give up.

Lei Yu and Xi Longgu next to them also took out their mobile phones to take pictures, and Qin Warriors were also very moved, but they thought of having a little holiday with Guo Dalu, and they couldn't pull down to take pictures, so they stood in place and hesitated.

Just when he hesitated, the secretary Xiao Qi had already put away the rice paper and put it outside the courtyard to dry, and Qin Warriors immediately regretted it.

"Come on, come on, please try the tea made by the old monk!"

Although he couldn't get the original copy of Guo Dalu's poem, Shahai was also extremely happy, and immediately invited a few people to drink tea together, "My Longjing tea was fried by the old monk himself, and it can barely be eaten, Mr. Guo, Minister Li, and two donors, please!"

Guo Dalu had been to Dajue Temple a few times before, and had drunk Shahai tea a few times, but at that time he couldn't drink anything good, it was completely a cow chewing peonies, which was very elegant, but now after getting the memory of the other world, he came to drink tea again, and finally drank the good.

The rest of the people can also be regarded as elegant people, and they all know something about the tea ceremony, and this tea tasting is also enjoyable.

When a few people walked out of the meditation room to enjoy the flowers in the backyard, Guo Dalu Shahai said: "This tea is good, give me a few catties, and I'll take it away when I turn around." ”

Sha Hai's hand trembled, "In total, I only fried less than ten catties, and now I have distributed a lot, I am afraid that a few catties will be gone, and one or two catties can barely be made up." ”

"Then how many packs there are!"

Guo Dalu glared at him, "Just based on the poem I wrote just now, even a few hundred catties of tea are still sold cheaply!"

Shahai nodded and said, "Amitabha, yes, yes, what Mr. Guo said!"

The temple of Dajue Temple is very large, the backyard is full of chrysanthemums, the yellow and white are all over the place, extremely beautiful, there is the fragrance of the laurel tree in the distance, the wind blows the flowers and falls, it is like the scene outside the world.

Li Jiusan's heart was relaxed, and he slowly walked forward along the pebble path with his hands behind his back, "Da Lu, you are already a contemporary poet, the poem just now is really good, now let's take chrysanthemums as the theme, how about everyone write a poem? Let's also do a small literary meeting." ”

Guo Dalu smiled: "Forget it, I don't want to bully you!"

Li Jiusan laughed: "You stinky boy, do you really think you have won? Everyone on the scene, except for me, is a well-educated person, and the ink in his belly is no less than you! Don't be too arrogant!"

While talking and laughing, several people arrived in an octagonal pavilion, and Li Jiusan smiled and said: "Come on, Teacher Lei, Teacher Qin, Miss Xi, let's each write a poem to help the fun, let me say first, this is just fun between friends, don't take it seriously, just treat it as a fun." ”

When they were on the tour, they were followed by two small novices, one holding pen and ink and the other holding rice paper.

Li Jiusan took the pen and paper from the little monk's hand, wrote a small poem, and then put the brush down, "Come on, come on, everyone write a few happy songs!"

Several people at the scene didn't care much about Li Jiusan's identity, and they were not polite when they saw him invited, and each of them wrote a few poems, although they couldn't be called exquisite, but they could be regarded as neat.

They all wrote, but Guo Dalu didn't write.

Li Jiusan was a little unhappy, "Dalu, what's going on with you? Everyone has written it, why don't you write it?"

Guo Dalu looked embarrassed, "If I want to write it, it is a famous sentence through the ages, this is a cheap sand monk!"

Sha Hai said: "Amitabha, the old man Shahai, is not a sand monk." ”

Guo Dalu said: "Is there a difference? The name is just a code name, why bother? Lao Sha, you can't do this Buddha nature, you pay too much attention to the form!"

Sha Hai frowned and said, "Mr. Guo taught a lesson!"

Li Jiusan scolded with a smile: "Okay, don't pretend, come and write a few poems for the occasion, today we will talk about Fengyue, and you will talk about Venus, so don't keep it!"

Guo Dalu was helpless, "Okay, okay, I'll write, I'll write, alas, it's cheap for you!"

When everyone saw him pick up the pen and write, they all gathered around, and several pairs of eyes were all staring at the tip of Guo Dalu's pen, thinking, "No matter how the poem is written, this character is really good, and this time I have to grab this character if I say anything." ”

Even the Qin Warriors were eyeing each other and moved their minds.

I saw Guo Dalu's pen tip gliding gently on the rice paper, and several beautiful note-like fonts flowed out of the pen tip, which was really smooth and smooth.

After writing a few lines, I looked at it and found that it was another small poem:

Humanity is sad and lonely in autumn,

I say that autumn is better than spring.

On the clear sky and the cranes row the clouds,

It leads poetry to the blue sky!

Li Jiusan and the others looked at each other for a long time, and several people showed very strange looks on their faces, and Lei Yu sighed: "Dalu, the first prize of the Golden Tripod Award for poetry classification this time is indeed none other than you!"

Everyone nodded together, "If you don't win the first prize, you will really be angry!"

After they said a few words, seeing that the ink was about to dry, almost at the same time they reached out and grabbed the rice paper on the stone table, "Don't grab it, it's mine!"