The name of the poem is "The Heavenly Market." Zhu Ziqing didn't want to make a branch outside the festival, so he read it aloud.

"The street lights are bright in the distance,

It seems to be shining with countless stars. ”

What Zhu Ziqing didn't expect was that when he read the first sentence, the lights of the entire Qibao Old Street were all lit up. It looks like it's meant to go with him.

This is certainly not the case. It was already noon when he got off the plane, and it was delayed for a while to go to Tao Yingshuang's house. When I arrived at Qibao Old Street, it was not early, and it was almost dusk after walking around. People just turned on the lights normally.

But the people around me don't think so. In their opinion, these lights are meant to match the teenager. The unexpected lighting of the lights suddenly casts a mystery over the poem. Many people who have the mentality of watching the excitement are also a little more excited.

Zhu Ziqing didn't care so much, and continued to read on his own:

"The stars of heaven have appeared,

It seems to be lit with countless street lamps.

I think in the ethereal air,

There must be a beautiful market.

Some of the items on display in the market,

It must be a rare thing that there is no such thing as this world.

You see, the shallow heavenly river,

It's certainly not very broad.

When he read the sentence Tianhe, Zhu Ziqing subconsciously glanced at the Tang River in front of him, which divided Qibao Old Street into two.

At this time, he was already the focus of everyone's eyes, and his every move was watched. The people around him followed his gaze and cast their eyes on the Tang River. A brilliant misunderstanding was born. Everyone mistakenly thought that the Tianhe in his mouth was the Tang River in front of him.

The Cowherd and Weaver Girl across the river,

You will be able to ride a cow to and fro.

I think they're at the moment,

Definitely wander around the Heavenly Street.

If you don't believe it, look at the shooting star,

It was they who were walking with lanterns. ”

When the poem was finally finished, Zhu Ziqing was about to speak, but found that the people around him were looking at him with fiery eyes. And Tao Yingshuang was also dumbfounded, looking incredulous.

This poem is the work of Guo Moruo in the previous life. Not to mention his character, this poem is really well written. A rare masterpiece in modern poetry. He has been selected as a high school Chinese textbook. The first thing that came to Zhu Ziqing's mind was this poem. Of course, this has a lot to do with the fact that he only has such a poem about the street market in his memory.

Sure enough, it is not surprising that the poem of changing the world has not lost its prestige. Successfully calmed the scene. As for the man who started the incident and his friends, they were no longer at the scene. I don't know when it's gone.

"Good, good poetry, good poetry. An old but breathing voice broke the peace.

Following the voice, Zhu Ziqing saw two spirited old men, both of whom were wearing Tang costumes. The difference is that one color is black and one color is gray. It was the old man in a black Tang costume who spoke.

"The old gentleman has won the prize. Zhu Ziqing said modestly.

This poem is tranquil and peaceful, the language is natural and fresh, the short sentences are neat, the rhyme is harmonious and beautiful, and it is especially rare to be relevant to the situation. Just looking at this poem, a bustling street market has jumped on the page. The old man in gray Tang costume praised.

"Since ancient times, there have been many articles describing temple fairs and bazaars, and no matter how they write today, it is easy to fall into clichés. However, this poem uses the technique of association to move the earthly market to the sky, and uses the heavenly treasures as a metaphor for the objects on the street. It only takes three or two sentences to depict a bustling street market, and at the same time leaves enough room for imagination. Successfully avoided the barriers set by predecessors. The author's imagination is strange and his artistic expression is superb, which is amazing. The old man in black also praised.

"Why. Look at the second half. The Tangqiao is compared to a shallow and not very wide Tianhe, and the Cowherd and Weaver Girl can come and go freely. For thousands of years, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl have represented tragedy, lovesickness and sorrow. This poem rewrites this conventional script. The author uses the image of the transformed Cowherd and Weaver Girl to express his vision of freedom and the pursuit of a better life. Not to be outdone, the old man in gray said loudly about his appreciation.

"Of course I can see it. After reading the second half of the book, if you look back and appreciate the first half of the poem, you will find that the author is not simply describing the scenery of the market, but placing his affection on the scenery and romance with the scenery. There are star-like lamps on the earth and lamp-like stars in the sky, and the poet connects the heavens and the earth through mutual metaphors. Countless bright lights and stars become symbols of good things. It can be said that rewriting the Cowherd and Weaver Girl is the genius pen of this poem. Turned a simple poem into a poem of words. ”

The two old men became angry as they spoke, and you analyzed the advantages and disadvantages of this poem with one word at a time. Their fighting spirit is not tight, but the people around them are feasting their ears.

Many people who originally knew little about this poem found out that there were so many strange things in it through the explanations of the two old men. Looking at Zhu Ziqing's gaze, it suddenly became different. But what they didn't know was that Zhu Ziqing's gaze at the two old men became even more different.

It is absolutely not possible for ordinary people to be able to dissect a poem so deeply after listening to it once. The literary literacy of these two old men definitely exceeds that of most people.

Looking at the two old men who were getting more and more excited the more they talked, and they were about to fist and kick each other if they didn't agree with each other. Zhu Ziqing had a big headache. Is it not good to go out today? How can you meet someone who does not play cards according to common sense?

"Ahem...... Two old people. It's getting late, so let's go back first. You talk slowly. After speaking, Zhu Ziqing gave Tao Yingshuang a look, and prepared to leave this place of right and wrong first.

"Wait. The two old men shouted at the same time.

The old man in black glared at the old man in gray before continuing:

"I opened a shop in Qibao Old Street, specializing in the four treasures of the study. Xiaoyou wrote such a good poem for my Qibao Old Street. I can't help but express myself as a part of Qibao Old Street, old man. Please come to my shop and let the old man say the same. ”

"The old man is polite, I really don't deserve it. Zhu Ziqing shirked.

"Don't get me wrong, little friend, I can't afford to give away valuable things. My little shop is full of worthless stuff. You can pick any one and it will be my thank you. ”

Zhu Ziqing wanted to resign, but the old man didn't give him this opportunity at all. Pull him and let him go. Zhu Ziqing was afraid of the injured and the elderly, and he didn't dare to break free. I could only follow him.

The onlookers saw that the parties were gone, and after watching the excitement, they all dispersed. But just look at their excited looks. Today's scene will become a memory that many people will never forget.

The old man's shop is not far from Tangqiao, a few steps away. The façade is not large, only more than 30 square meters. But the decoration inside is very simple but very elegant, and at first glance it looks like it was made by its own hands. There is a plaque hanging above the door, which reads: Sibao Zhai, three big characters.

After entering, the old man pointed around and said, "This is the old man's shop." The things in it can be chosen by the little friend, and it will be regarded as a thank you gift from the old man. ”

"Old man, you really don't need to ......"

"What not. My old man is a talker, do you want the old man to break his promise?" the old man in black said angrily with a pluice on his face.

"......" Zhu Ziqing.

"Old grandson, don't be scary. At this time, the old man in gray, who had not spoken, came out and said, "Young man, the things here are indeed worthless, so you can pick one." ”

"That'...... All right. ”

Zhu Ziqing thought about it for a while and decided not to refuse. Anyway, there are so many things in the store, so he picks up the most worthless ones. When the time comes, the old man will not be able to say anything more. With this in mind, I began to examine the contents of the house.

Sure enough, this is the one who runs the four treasures of the study. There is nothing else but pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. There are many types of paper, including typing paper, drawings, rice paper, writing paper, sketch paper and so on. The same goes for pens, brushes, pens, ballpoint pens, pencils, all kinds of models.

Zhu Ziqing symbolically glanced around, and when he was about to symbolically choose a roll of paper, his eyes were immediately attracted by an object on the table.

Scanning around the store, Zhu Ziqing, who was about to choose the most worthless thing at random, was suddenly attracted by an item on the table. I couldn't help but walk over.

This is a ceramic Pixiu, which is azure-colored, round in color, beautiful in line, uniform in color, and vivid. At this time, it is pressed against a piece of rice paper, and it should be a paperweight.

Zhu Ziqing liked it at a glance. But he's not an abrupt man. Although I don't know about porcelain, this object is a valuable thing at first glance. So he didn't think about asking for this ceramic Pixiu, just just appreciating it. But others didn't know what he was thinking.

When the old man in black saw his interest in ceramic Pixiu, his face was different. The old man in gray laughed out loud:

"Old grandson, I regret it now. Xiaoyou is really discerning, and this Pixiu paperweight is the most valuable in this store. The old grandson has always been very precious. You've got to take it away today and see how he's still getting it. ”

Zhu Ziqing immediately knew that his behavior was misunderstood. Hurriedly explained: "The old man misunderstood, I just think this ceramic Pixiu is very good." Just appreciate it. There is no intention of taking love. ”

Seeing that his sincere appearance was not like lying, the old man in black had a slightly pale. Although the old man in gray didn't say anything, there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

"Isn't it just a paperweight? My grandson is a good talker, as long as you like it, take it away. If my old man frowns, he won't have a handle. The old man in black came up with reluctance, waiting for the old man in gray to speak.

Seeing that the two old men were about to fight again, Zhu Ziqing dared to delay. Pointing to a knife of rice paper on the shelf, he said, "I want this, old gentleman, give it to me." ”

Unfortunately, he came to his senses too late. The old man in gray said:

"If you say this, who dares to ask for this paperweight, isn't that a bad person. Look at how sensible other children are, and they only took a wad of torn paper from you. It's not like some people, who don't respect the old and don't have anything to bring. ”

This is good, the old man in black is like a powder keg that has been lit, and it exploded:

"Okay, you old man Jia, I'll show you what it means to have a handle today. As he spoke, he picked up the ceramic paperweight and handed it to Zhu Ziqing: "What kind of rice paper do you want, this thing is yours." ”

"Don't dare, I don't dare to ask for such a valuable thing. Sir, please take it back. Zhu Ziqing dared to answer, and waved his hand again and again.

"My old man is full of words, a mouthful of spit and a nail, how can there be any reason to take it back. Let you take it, and you will take it. ”

One of the two insisted on giving, but the other insisted on refusing, so a stalemate ensued. The old man in gray looked at them with interest, and he didn't mean to persuade them at all. Tao Yingshuang didn't know what was going on, and he stood aside with his hands tied up from the moment he entered the door, without saying a word, which was very different from when he came.

Just when the two were at a stalemate, a breeze blew. The piece of rice paper on the table, which was originally pressed by the paperweight, was no longer suppressed at this time, and was blown up by the wind and floated to the inkstone next to it.

At this time, the old man in black was facing away from the table, and Zhu Ziqing was blocked by the old man, and neither of them noticed. Only the old man in gray was facing the table and saw this scene.

The face of the old man in gray, who was still watching the play, changed suddenly, and he exclaimed, "Paint." ”

As soon as the word 'painting' came out, people had already rushed over. The old man in black also had a big face when he heard this, and threw out the paperweight that he regarded as a treasure just now, turned around and threw it on the table. But after all, the two of them are old and slow, so they don't have time to rescue. Seeing that the rice paper was about to fall into the inkstone.

A trace of regret flashed in the eyes of the gray-clothed old man, and then he closed his eyes. I can't bear to see the next scene. But the old man in black stared at the rice paper that was slowly falling, his eyes full of despair.