On Xilin Lake, boating everywhere, large and small Hakka boats sail, leisurely floating on the sparkling lake. net

The spring talent meeting is the most lively time in the afternoon, and at this moment most of the talents have already boarded the boat, catering to the vast sound of poetry coming from outside, and a poetry competition has begun.

"No. 1 ship Xi Ruiyun wrote a poem: Wing Chun tune, send Qingyue Lou, Miss Xiyu, get 38 flowers ......"

"No. 23 boat Ma Yuanru Gongzi has a seven-word quatrain, Ming Yu Xilin, and 12 purple orchids ......"

"Boat No. 7, Miss Sima Ruyu, a song of spring breeze, 27 purple orchids ......"

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A trumpet came on the surface of the lake, clear as silver, touching the heart, the voice fell, and bursts of exclamation and praise sounded on the lake, gently swaying the lake waves slightly undulating.

On the No. 138 boat, Feng Jueyu and Mu Qianjun sat side by side at the bow of the boat, and a small table was set up, on which there were a plate of muffins, osmanthus cakes, peanuts, and melon seeds, and two pots of water and wine.

The green-shirted girl Xiaobi and the yellow-dressed girl Xiaolian held the oars and sang a little song happily in the breeze......

In this situation, even people who are not obsessed with visiting the lake can feel a different kind of comfort......

The boat drove aimlessly, passing by pavilions and champs, temples and pavilions, places of interest and historic sites, mountains and forests and gorges, as if unfolding a beautiful and moving picture, which was continuously presented in front of the visitors.

Listening to the sound of trumpets on the lake, Feng Jieyu and Mu Qianjun were puzzled, and couldn't help but ask: "Two girls, do you still send flowers in this word?"

Xiaobi replied with a smile: "The two sons don't know, the one who will set the rules this time is Zhang Changling, the bachelor of Wenyuan Pavilion, and the food and drink equipped by the talented people on the ship are the most basic treatment for the talented and beautiful people who can board the ship, and that's all, if you want to add more food, it's not nothing, but the people who need to sit on the boat improvise poems, or play songs and songs." Then the little maid on the boat came out with the sound of the trumpet, and after the organizer of the conference and the royal appointment of the old scholars on the upper floor of Xilin Lake, they jointly tasted and presented a little purple orchid, the flower of Tiannan, and accumulated to a certain number to obtain the corresponding mountain birds, delicacies, seafood, wine and wine......"

Xiao Bi talked eloquently, and explained the rules for visiting the lake and enjoying the scenery, and Feng Jueyu and Mu Qianjun were amazed when they listened.

"It turns out that there are so many Taos in this, Zhang Changling is worthy of being a scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion, and he can come up with such a wonderful idea. ”

Feng Jueyu drank the glass of wine in one gulp, and his tongue was speechless, and the wine was tasteless.

Lifting the flask, Feng Jieyu was about to pour another glass, but as soon as he picked it up, he found that the flask had become lighter, and when he shook it, it was empty.

When I looked up, Mu Qianjun on the opposite side was holding another wine jug and pouring it into my mouth with my neck tilted.

"Damn, Brother Mu, have you drunk all the wine?"

Mu Qianjun shook the wine jug vigorously, poured a drop of zuihou into his mouth, wiped his mouth with great dissatisfaction, and said, "What kind of bullshit rules? Just don't let Lao Tzu drink happily." ”

Xiaobi and Xiaolian covered their mouths and chuckled, although the yellow-shirted boy in front of him was pitiful and talented, he was also cute and tight, but he was too good to drink, and it was only a while on the boat, and the two pots of wine that were standard were drunk by him alone.

"Mu Gongzi, I can see that you are a hero in wine, but if you don't have a golden sentence in the future, I'm afraid there will be no more wine to drink. ”

Giggles, Xiaobi and Xiaolian talked, laughing out loud.

Mu Qianjun glanced at the two girls, pouted and said, "Not happy, really not happy, I said two girls, can you give another anagram." ”

The two girls smiled: "Mu Gongzi, this little maid can't be the master." ”

"Then what should I do? This son has no wine and no joy, and he already knew that he would not be able to get this broken ship. ”

"If the son repents, the little maid can send the two sons back. ”

Feng Jueyu didn't drink it all the time, he drank a cup of the key two pots of wine, and poured the rest into Mu Qianjun's stomach: "Alas, Brother Mu, I'm luring the wolf into the room." Feng Jueyu stroked his forehead with his hand, looking full of remorse.

"Hey, hey. Mu Qianjun scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "Let my brother laugh, I knew that I would bring some wine." ”

Day, this guy is full of wine, why don't you drink to death.

Feng Jueyu rolled his eyes, too lazy to say more to this drunkard, and looked at the scenery by himself.

In fact, he is also a good drinker, and he originally thought that Mu Qianjun was upright and a good person, and he planned to drink and talk happily.

How do you think that this product is a typical heavy wine and light friend, as soon as I came up, I drank the two wine jugs upside down, and I didn't leave it for myself at all, it's not a thing.

Seeing that Feng Jueyu didn't speak, Mu Qianjun's eyes rolled and he whispered: "Hey, I said brother, how about we find a way to change some wine?"

"What's the solution?" Feng Jueyu raised his eyelids.

Mu Qianjun said: "Didn't you bring a thousand poems with you? Let's do this, scramble the beautiful sentences in it, and reassemble a few poems, maybe we can confuse the old immortals." ”

Feng Jueyu wanted to die, and he picked his thumb and said, "Awesome, you're really awesome......"

Xiaobi and Xiaolian trembled when they heard the laughter, and said, "Mu Gongzi, you are so interesting, even the two of us girls remember most of the poetry collections, do you think the scholars will not be able to see it?"

Feng Jueyu smiled and said, "Brother Mu, save it, if you want to have a good drink, why don't you get off the boat, anyway, there's nothing to see here?"

"How's that going to work?"

originally thought that when it came to drinking, Mu Qianjun was full of energy, but he suddenly refuted back: "No, no, I can't get off the boat, even if I don't drink, I can't get off the boat." ”

"Weishenme?" Feng Jueyu was stunned.

Mu Qianjun wanted to speak and stopped, and said, "Alas, brother, don't ask, I can't get off the boat anyway." ”

"Then you can bear with it. Feng Jueyu sighed.

When it comes to poetry, Feng Jueyu is indeed not good, poetry requires abundant inspiration, every famous sentence that moves through the ages is not obtained casually, like the Tang Dynasty poet immortal Li Bai, poet saint Du Fu These people, which are not the world's great talents, have made a large number of classic masterpieces.

When it comes to the means of killing, Feng Jueyu thinks that he is not convinced by anyone, but when it comes to composing poetry, no one obeys him......

Feng Jueyu sat on the boat sullenly and looked at the scenery around him, there were mountains, water, and beautiful women, but there was no wine, it was too bad.

Look at Mu Qianjun again, this kid looks like a dog, like a righteous gentleman, what is the matter with that look? Why do you stare at the purple orchids on the ships around you and swallow your saliva?

It's not like she can't drink wine and is ready to grab it......

Thinking of this, Mu Qianjun slapped the table and stood up: "Damn, don't give Lao Tzu a drink, Lao Tzu will grab the ......"

Belch......

"Don't. Xiaobi and Xiaolian were startled, this is a spring talent meeting, if you rob other people's wine because you can't write poems, the joke will be big.

Feng Jueyu stared at Mu Qianjun in a daze, and suddenly smiled: "Brother Mu, are you so good at wine?"

Mu Qianjun said with a straight face: "Of course, this son is not happy without drinking, if he provokes this son, even if Zhang Changling, this son will not give him face." ”

Day, still a dead brain.

Feng Jueyu thought about it, slapped the table and said loudly: "Okay, for Brother Mu, Feng Mou made an example today." ”

"Make an exception?" The three of them were confused, what do you mean, you have the ability to compose poems? Who are you fooling? Didn't you just take a book of other people's poems to deceive?

The exception that Feng Jueyu said was naturally not that he was brilliant in writing, but that he planned to write all the poems he remembered silently in exchange for some wine.

Anyway, I'm not famous, so it's not too much to change some wine, and it's a big deal not to say that it's a poem I wrote, uh, it's not my work at all.

Well, this boy will be cheeky once, come to a poem for wine, and shake this spring talent meeting.

Feng Jueyu he, heroic and angry, shouted to Xiaobi: "Xiaobi, remove the sail." ”

There are obviously big numbers hanging on the canvas, and Feng Jieyu doesn't want people to know that it is a poem written by himself, and it is too shameful to say it like that.

"Why are you taking it down?" Xiaobi was puzzled.

"If you want to withdraw, you will withdraw, Xiaolian, take the four treasures of the study. Feng Jueyu rolled up his arms and sleeves, ready to pretend to be forced for a few buckets of wine.

Mu Qianjun blinked his eyes, and said hey, "Brother, you understand?" Great, take out the poetry collection and let's study it together." ”

"Research the hair?" Feng Jueyu rolled his eyes.

Xiaolian was puzzled, but she still went into the houseboat and took out the four treasures of the study.

The canvas was removed, and there was no obvious ship number, Feng Jueyu pondered with his pen, and suddenly asked, "Xiaobi, Xiaolian, how many purple orchids can be exchanged for wine?"

"If there are more than 10 sticks, you can exchange them for a pot of wine, 50 sticks, you can exchange them for one jar, more than 100 sticks, three jars, if the son can reach 500 sticks, you can drink freely. ”

500 branches?Feng Jueyu shrunk his neck, I just heard the shouting outside, Xi Ruiyun, the first genius in Tiannan, wrote a poem to get 38 branches, how many poems do you have to write?

But looking back, Ben Shao is afraid of a hair, and Ben rarely has Master Li and Master Du...... Wait for the master to possess him, and he can't take down 500 branches?

Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu closed his eyes, and after a long time, he picked up the brush and wrote it down on the paper, so fast that it seemed to be a copying machine.

After writing an article, he handed the paper to Xiaobi very awesomely: "Read ......"

Xiaobi, Xiaolian, and Mu Qianjun surrounded them at the same time, not believing that this swaggering talent could have the ability to compose poetry, but after reading it, the three of them were stunned.

Xiaobi and Xiaolian recited silently three times, and then showed a surprised expression, and said to Feng Jueyu respectfully: "The son turns out that the real person does not show his face, and the little maid has eyes and does not know Mount Tai." ”

After that, Xiaobi put the pulp aside, took the rice paper and read it out loud:

In the middle of the spring, the talented people will meet Tiannan.

In March, the lake is clear, and the birds are singing in the spring of the clouds. The purple orchid reflects the west of Lin, and the boat crosses the Dongting.

Wine companions come to each other, open and relieve. When the cup has been opened, the courtesan does not stop.

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