Not long after, Su Zimo and his entourage followed the crowd to the Tianlu Mountain Scenic Area, surrounded by dense woods and mountains, if there was no dense crowd of people and the noisy sound around them, it is estimated that the mood would feel quiet, looking at an ancient pavilion in front of him that has been precipitated by the years, and his heart sighed.

The pavilion shape is eight pillars of heavy eaves, glazed blue tiles, the corner of the pavilion is flying, and it seems to be volleying from a distance. The inside is the Dan lacquer garden pillar, the outer eaves four stone pillars are granite, the pavilion is painted with caissons, and the pavilion lattice on the east and west sides is hung with the red background gilt "Love Evening Pavilion".

"It's so beautiful" Mei Bixue looked at the ancient pavilion in front of her and the trees surrounding each other, forming a beautiful landscape painting, a pair of beautiful eyes flashed an inexplicable look, and said in praise.

Su Zimo and Su Xi'er in his arms nodded instinctively, seemed to be a little distracted for a while, and did not speak.

"It is said that the three characters on it were written by Mr. Li, the president of the university at the time, in a special letter asking the chairman to write in handwriting."

Su Zimo nodded, hugged Su Xi'er, shook his other hand, closed the white paper umbrella very chicly, held it in his hand, followed the crowd into the pavilion, looked at one of the gray tablets, walked in, looked at a poem carved on it, and couldn't help but read it out.

"In the cold autumn of independence, the Xiangjiang River goes north, and the orange island is headed. ”

"Look at the mountains red all over, the forests are dyed, the rivers are clear, and hundreds of boats compete for the stream. ”

"The eagle strikes the sky, the fish soars to the shallow bottom, and all kinds of frost compete freely. ”

"Sorrowful, ask the vast earth, who is the master of ups and downs?"

“......”

Reading and reading, I felt a little trance, as if there was an illusory scene in front of me, so that the voice unconsciously carried a magnetic sound, spreading the sound out, making the tourists in the hall pause slightly, stopped, and quietly listened to the poems read by the young man in front of them, for fear of disturbing the other party and destroying the atmosphere.

Through the depiction of the autumn scenery of Changsha and the memories of the revolutionary struggle and life in the youth, this poem raises the question of "who is in charge of the ups and downs", and expresses the optimistic spirit of the future of the Chinese nation and the lofty ambition of taking the affairs of the world as its own responsibility.

"Pointing out the country, inspiring words, the dung was ten thousand households. ”

"Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the stream, the waves curb the flying boat?"

As Su Zimo's last word fell, the scene was quiet, the huge scenic spot was like an empty land, and even a silver needle fell to the ground, as if they could hear the crisp sound, and many people muttered in a low voice

"This kid is so good at reciting"

"Yes, people can't help but fall into it, as if a precious scene is sketched in front of them"

"But the child in his arms is very cute."

"Indeed"

“.......”

Su Zimo listened to the whispers in his ear, came back to his senses, saw the eyes focused on him around him, smiled faintly, returned a gentle smile, thought for a while, put Su Xi'er on the ground, and said to the two little Lori, "Come, Xiao Xi'er, and Xiaole stand with your Aunt Mei, I'll take a picture of you"

Mei Bixue was slightly stunned, then smiled, took Yang Leling's little hand, walked lightly to Su Xi'er, who was full of ignorance, patted the other party's delicate little head, smiled at Su Zimo and said, "Come on, Zimo, you want to make these two little princesses look better."

"The appearance of this family is so high, the men are handsome, the women are charming, the small ones are cute, and the appearance is outrageous, I express that I am envious and jealous"

"For those two little girls, I really want to hold them in my arms and cherish them."

"I don't want this to be extravagant, it would be nice to be able to take a photo, haha"

"That woman, the smile is very beautiful, very sweet, very warm, it touches the depths of my heart, reminds me, my first love"

"First Love?"

Many tourists looked at these 'families' with extraordinary temperaments and showed envious looks, both surprised by each other's appearance and envious of each other's warmth, so there was a low discussion.

"This is natural" Su Zimo smiled, took out his mobile phone, called up the camera, took a few steps back, and aimed the lens at the big and two small figures in the Aiwan Pavilion, the big one was dignified and elegant, with a soft smile that attracted people's attention at the corner of his mouth, and the small one was open with a pair of watery eyes, looking a little ignorant, just when a breeze blew, blowing off the leaves on the maple tree, floating in the air, 'click', this scene was frozen and became an eternal memory.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng~"

Suddenly, there was a long sound of the zither from afar, as if it had a strange charm, which made the tourists under the scorching sun pause, stopped their movements, listened to the quiet sound of nature, couldn't help but close their eyes, and with the sound of the long zither, their hearts were full of tranquility and calm.

Mei Bixue was stunned for the moving sound of the zither in her ears, and then her seductive mouth opened slightly, looking a little surprised, for this aspect of the zither, she has also been involved, and the skill of the player is naturally good, after thinking about it, she took the two little Lori, greeted Su Zimo, followed the sound of the zither in her ears, and walked over with light steps.

In about five minutes, a group of five people made an appointment through the bustling crowd and came to the gate of an antique academy not far from Aiwan Pavilion.

Mei Bixue saw that on a lawn near Yuelu Academy, there was a young man in a white robe, sitting on a stone bench, two slender fingers constantly plucking the strings of the zither on it, and the pleasant sound of the zither kept coming out of it and spreading to all around.

"It's so good, let's do it again"

"Yes, but it's so handsome."

"In a robe, he looks so handsome"

“......”

At the end of the song, there was a burst of warm applause at the scene, and the onlookers did not hesitate to applaud themselves.

"Thank you" The robed young man stood up, looking at everyone's reaction, showing a warm smile.

Su Zimo was pulled back to reality by the noisy sound in his ears, looked at the people in the field, was slightly stunned, and had a touch of doubt in his heart, walked over, but did not make a sound, and watched this scene quietly.

But at some point, Mei Bixue walked to the young man's side and said a few words, but the young man turned over and let the other party sit on the stone bench.

"What is this for?"

"This woman is so beautiful, and the two little girls next to her are so cute"

"Could it be that this woman also knows how to guzheng?"

“........”

Mei Bixue listened to the discussion in her ears, there was no superfluous look on her face, she was full of a dignified and elegant smile, put her white fingers on the zither and stroked it gently, showing her elegance.

The slender fingers began to pluck the strings of the zither, and gradually sounded a pleasant sound of the zither, which entered the depths of the tourists' hearts, and they couldn't help but give birth to a trance.

Seeing this, Su Zimo's mouth opened slightly, and he was very surprised that his teacher knew the skill of the guzheng, but as Mei Bixue played the guzheng, the elegance was fully revealed, and he was a little distracted for a while.

The crisp and sultry touch of the deep valley and secluded forest, the melodious and free blowing of the flowing clouds, and the terrifying shaking of the wind and rain are all the sounds of nature and the soul.

Qin Zheng spits out the tune,

The jade pillar is a clear song.

The string is broken according to the high tension,

The sound continues with the wonderful fingers.

In vain, the sound is lingering,

Ning Zhiyan is like jade.