In the golden autumn of October, the osmanthus flowers in the mountains are blooming brilliantly. A group of scholars gathered on the mountainside www.biquge.info slowly walked forward, and it rained lightly in the mountains, and a group of young people went up the mountain while talking.

"Mr. Wang, slow down!" Among these scholars, there was an old man about fifty years old. Dressed in a robe, with a cane in one hand, he stepped on the rain slowly. Several young men beside him watched him cautiously, for fear that he would fall.

"The old man is not old yet, you don't need to look at me like this, you can go yours!" the old man said in a loud voice. At first glance, it looks very energetic.

The black-clothed young man on the side saw the old man like this, covered his mouth, and smiled. Then he tugged at the white-clothed young man next to him, "Yachuan, look at the teacher like this!"

The young man, known as Yachuan, had a faint expression and walked calmly up the hill, only occasionally glancing sideways at the teacher who was walking beside him.

"Ziyou, don't pay attention to that stuffy gourd. If he says a few more words to you, it won't be normal!" the young man in green clothes deliberately sat and made a grimace and teased.

"Yachuan is just introverted, not a stuffy gourd!" the young man in black also explained to his friend, which attracted the young man in white to look sideways at him.

"It's almost there!" As he was talking, he saw the person walking in front, shouting and waving to everyone to hurry up, and he was about to reach his destination.

"You, every time you explain to him, a stuffy gourd is a stuffy gourd, and you don't like to say much. "The young man in green clothes is probably a friend of this young man in white. It's just that I often see him too silent. So I always hope that he can be more lively, so he will deliberately complain like this.

"That's what he is, why do you ask him to be like you, he talks a lot. I think Yachuan is so good, at least quietly, how can it be like you, noisy!" The young man in black said unceremoniously.

"Hey, are you two united now?" the young man in Tsing Yi deeply felt the malice from his friend.

"You two are casual, don't take me with you!" The young man in white, who had been silent all along, finally spoke, his voice slightly hoarse as the young man changed his voice, but it was not difficult to hear.

"Haha, look, Yachuan has already spoken angrily from you. When the young man in black heard his words, he blinked and threw the pot to the young man in green clothes.

"Which eye did you see that he was angry?" the young man in Tsing Yi was not to be outdone.

"Yachuan's expression is angry, I know!" The young man in black was quite confident.

"Two senior brothers, how did you see the expression on the face of the fourth senior brother? The two of them came and went, and they were chatting with each other, when they heard a crisp children's voice and looked at the two of them suspiciously.

Before these words were asked, the two people who were still fighting each other just now were silent. Then, as if agreed, they looked at the face of the young man in white together, and found that the boy's face was still indifferent, that is, there was no expression, and the two ended their quarrel. Although they messed around a bit, they couldn't give the little junior brother a bad influence.

It was the young man named Yachuan in white who was stopped by a sentence when he saw the two of them, and he picked his eyes slightly, looking at the little junior brother beside him. Sure enough, he saw the cunning in the eyes of the little junior brother.

It turned out that today was the day of the literati gathering in Suzhou City, and they deliberately chose today, the day of golden osmanthus in October, and the fragrance of osmanthus for ten miles. Coupled with this gentle drizzle, it is very romantic.

While talking, a group of people finally arrived at the agreed osmanthus forest. At this time, tables and chairs had been set up in the forest. Those who arrived early were standing aside, waiting for Wang Ming and a few other gentlemen to take their seats.

Wang Ming walked halfway up the mountain, and he was also a little tired, but he still stepped forward and sat on the top position.

The literary style in Suzhou is flourishing, and there will be such occasions for literati to meet regularly. And it doesn't matter what kind of identity it is, as long as you are a reader, you can participate. Generally on such occasions, everyone recites poetry and paints. There are also many people who are willing to fight for a reputation as a talented person in this place.

"Mr. Wang, why don't you decide the topic of today's poem!" Wang Ming had just sat down, and a group of scholars saluted him, no matter what the reputation of Wang Ming's disciple was, but at least his own knowledge was still very valued and respected.

So Wang Ming had just sat down when other gentlemen came over and asked him to come up with a title for the poem to be composed for today's meeting.

"Since it's autumn to appreciate osmanthus, then it's better to take autumn and osmanthus as the theme!" These people respect him, so they will let him draw up the topic, and this matter is not so difficult, he didn't want to think about it, so he said directly, "Originally, everyone just came out to play, and there was no limit to rhyme."

Although every time on this occasion, everyone is racking their brains and showing their talents, but in the final analysis, it is not a place like scientific examinations, where you can fight to the death, so Wang Ming also formulates topics at will, with no limit to rhyme. That way, everyone can play to their heart's content.

"Thank you, Mr. Wang!" Wang Ming drew up the title, and several gentlemen from other colleges, as well as the students, all bowed and thanked him.

Wang Ming just nodded, indicating that he understood, and then said to a few disciples beside him, "Since they have all come out, a few of you, let's try it too!"

"Yes, sir!" said the young men beside him, and then went to the table to ponder.

"It's all my fault! If I hadn't wanted to eat osmanthus cake. We won't be stuck here with the rain either. A group of scholars were contemplating, some holding wine glasses and slowly sipping wine, while others were slowly pacing. Although there were a lot of people, the whole environment was very silent, except for the sound of rain and the sound of falling on the ground.

A group of people were thinking, but they heard a child's voice, and the children were not very old when they heard it, with a little childlike fun. Because it sounded like a child's thoughts, these readers did not feel unhappy, but looked in the direction of the voice.

"What if it rains? I think it's good, we can see this rain in the mountains. Appreciate the osmanthus in the rain!" It seemed that the person who was asked replied to the little boy. Then, all the people looked at the osmanthus forest, and two figures appeared. One big and one small, all wearing robes, holding hands, slowly walked in this osmanthus forest.

"Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not chant and walk slowly. Bamboo canes and shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? On such an occasion of a party, two teenagers suddenly broke in, and instantly attracted the attention of a group of scholars, and when they were about to ask why these two children appeared here, they heard the teenager who had just spoken. Suddenly, while walking slowly, he chanted such words. (To be continued.) )