Lin Xiao and Zhao Yuanxiang got on the yacht together, sailing the way they came, the lake under the sunset, the red is deep, the blue is heavy, the clouds on the horizon are gorgeous, the changes are endless, a seagull swept through the air, Lin Xiao's mind popped out two lines of poetry, he blurted out: "Luoxia and the lonely bird fly together." Zhao Yuanxiang, who stood side by side with him, followed up with the second half of the sentence: "The autumn water is the same color as the sky." Lin Xiao looked at him in surprise, unconcealed his surprise, and Zhao Yuanxiang smiled very modestly: "What do you see? The underworld will not be able to poetry? I don't know if these two sentences are still Chinese?"

When Lin Xiao heard this, he thought it was interesting, so he deliberately asked him a problem: "Mr. Zhao, can you tell the meaning of these two sentences?" Zhao Yuanxiang pointed to the sunset on the horizon and said: "These two poems are written by the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Bo in the "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng", which means that Caixia floated down from the sky, a wild duck flew in the sky, the water in autumn is blue, the sky is also blue, and their colors are the same. You see, how beautiful the writing is!"

Lin Xiao couldn't help but look at him with admiration, gave him a thumbs up and said, "Well said, Mr. Zhao is really knowledgeable." Zhao Yuanxiang laughed and said, "Okay, don't hurt me, I learned it all in middle school, and that's all there is to it." Lin Xiao leaned on the side of the boat and said to him, "Speaking of which, Wang Bo has a story about writing this article, do you want to hear it?"

Zhao Yuanxiang really hadn't heard this story, and it was estimated that his teacher didn't tell it at the time, so he became interested: "Say, I like to listen to stories, and I have the opportunity to bluff people." Lin Xiao said vividly:

At that time, Yan Boyu, the governor of Hongzhou, rebuilt the Tengwang Pavilion for the first time, and after the completion of the banquet on the upper floor, he invited the guests upstairs and invited the famous literati in the city to write articles about this incident. The talented son Wang Bo happened to pass by Nanchang and was invited to participate. Yan Boyu planned to ask his son-in-law to write a preface to the pavilion to boast in front of the guests, and began to order someone to take out a pen and paper, pretending to invite the guests present to write a preface for the Tengwang Pavilion. The old Yan let them go one by one, Wang Bo was the youngest at that time, and he was the last, and when he came to Wang Bo, the youngest guest was unceremoniously and happily lifted the pen.

When Yan Dudu saw this, he was very dissatisfied, angrily left his seat and waved his sleeves, and told his subordinates to monitor Wang Bo's composition and report it to him at any time. Wang Bo began to write: "Nanchang Ancient County, Hongdu New Mansion", Yan Dudu said with a smile after hearing this: "It's just a cliché." Then he reported: "The stars are divided into wings, and the ground is connected to Henglu." Yan Dudu said contemptuously, "It's just some old things." He also reported: "The three rivers and the five lakes are lifted, and the barbarian Jing is controlled and the Ouyue is introduced." Yan was silent when he heard this.

Then several people came to report in succession, and Yan Dudu couldn't help nodding his head again and again. When reporting to the sentence "Luoxia and the lonely dragon fly together, and the autumn water grows together in the sky", Yan Dudu couldn't help jumping up and was full of praise. The guests and friends were all impressed.

After the full text was written, Yan Dudu's son-in-law spoke, saying that this was an article that had been written by his predecessors, and that it was not enough to worry about, and then he memorized the "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" word for word. After hearing this, Wang Bo also secretly admired, but he had an idea and asked, "There is another poem after the preface, can you also recite the poem?" Yan Dudu's son-in-law couldn't help but stammer.

Wang Bo wrote the poem with a stroke of his pen: "King Teng's high pavilion is in Jiangzhu, and Pei Yuming sings and dances." The painting Dong flew to the south of Puyun, and Emperor Zhu rolled up in the western mountains at dusk. The shadow of Xianyuntan is long, and the stars change a few degrees of autumn. Where is the emperor in the pavilion now, and the Yangtze River is empty outside the threshold. ”

Lin Xiao finished speaking in one breath, feeling that he had only read these books for the past few years, Zhao Yuanxiang listened to it with great emotion, and then laughed: "These readers, they are really full of flowers, this surname Yan is fake, this son-in-law is rape, and this surname Wang is too smart." ”

I have listened to the story for many years, Lin Xiao has never heard such an evaluation, I think it's really like this, if this Yan Dudu is fake, how can Wang Bo have the opportunity to write this article, this son-in-law is really treacherous enough, and he has a good memory, and he also said that people copied it, fortunately, Wang Bo was smart, and later he was embarrassed.

He praised again: "Zhao Ye is right, this Wang Bo is really smart, he can write poems at the age of 6, he is called a 'prodigy', he doesn't write drafts when he writes articles, he goes to sleep after grinding the ink, and he writes when he wakes up, and he doesn't need to change a word." But he was too smart, because he was belittled by the emperor for writing poetry. Later, he secretly hid the official slaves, and was afraid that people would find out, so he killed the official slaves, and even his father was demoted. Later, he drowned while crossing the sea in a boat, and was only 27 years old.

"Luoxia and lonely birds fly together, autumn water is the same color of the sky" these two poems are also Wang Bo's favorite, legend has it that after his death, the ghost does not disperse, often haunts the surface of the Ganjiang River at night, and recites these two poems loudly. Once, when a passenger boat passed by here, he heard him reciting these two sentences, and the tourist shouted: "This sentence is not well written, it is too wordy, if the 'with' in the previous sentence and the 'co' in the next sentence are removed, it will be much more concise." Since then, Wang Bo's ghost has never appeared again. ”

Zhao Yuanxiang listened and high-fived again and again: "Well said, dare to find fault with ghosts, this person is also talented." ”

The two talked all the way, watching the lake and mountains, but they didn't realize that they reached the shore, abandoned the boat and went ashore, and the car was already waiting at the pier, and the two got into the car and drove to New York.

Because the next game was three days later, Lin Xiao got up the next morning and went to New York's Central Park to play.

The park is full of green trees, flowers are all over the ground, Lin Xiao walks casually, the Central Park is surrounded by blocks in a hundred years, there are 52 street intersections in a range of 3.5 kilometers in total, there are 4 street intersections in less than a kilometer, and a total of 112 street intersections are facing the ring road around the park, such a narrow park will cause great traffic contradictions. There are still trails for horseback riding and walking in the park, so you don't have to worry about the disturbance of cars outside the park.

The original designer had already expected that in 1863 he found that many units in New York City were coveting this landscape, so he personally made a "prohibition of encroachment", the original meaning of the word encroachment was "encroachment", which shows that this history shows how difficult it is to preserve a park in the development of a city! A hundred years later, all kinds of things have invaded inside, and the facilities that were not originally there have now been added, including stadiums, ski resorts, skating rinks, lookout towers, Fountains of mineral water, replica cottages, chire, Indian handicraft kiosks, tricycles, children's cars, sleds, ice boats, business scales, etc., have lost much of their original pastoral flavor.