"You're welcome!" Ling Xue looked at everyone with a smile and said. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Ling Xue, let me introduce you, this is my grandfather, father, second uncle, third uncle, and uncle." Han Yi introduced them one by one.

"Hello Grandpa Han, hello uncles and uncles!" Ling Xue generously followed everyone to say hello.

"Okay, you're good! The old man leans on the old and sells the old, so call you a girl Xue'er! ”

"Huh...... Grandpa Han can call him whatever he wants, Han Yi and I are good friends. Ling Xue saw their restraint and tried to ease the atmosphere.

"Xue'er girl, I'm here to drink tea, I can't do it without good tea!" Grandpa Han Yi said with a smile.

"That's for sure, please come with me!"

Han Yi entered the door and was stunned. I saw that the shadow wall wrote a pagoda poem by Yuan Zhi in beautiful letters:

Tea.

bay leaves, young shoots.

Mu Shike, love monks.

Grinding white jade, weaving red yarn.

Cho fried astragalus, bowl twisted dust flowers.

After the night, he was invited to accompany the bright moon, and he was ordered to the morning glow before the morning.

Washing away the tirelessness of ancient and modern people will be as boastful as before they were drunk.

This poem by Yuan Zhen summarizes the quality and efficacy of tea, as well as the artistic conception of drinking tea, and the process of cooking and appreciating tea, which is a rare masterpiece in tea poetry.

It is indeed best to use it at the door of this teahouse to greet the literati who come to drink tea.

"Good! This poem is best written here. Grandpa Han Yi praised, turning his head to look at Ling Xue, "Who did you ask for to write this word?" Won the charm of Zhao Mengfu! ”

"Really! I wrote it casually myself, hehe......" Ling Xue's cheeks were slightly red when she heard the old man's praise, and she was a little embarrassed.

"The girl's calligraphy is good! Your courtyard is also very good, the old man thought it would be nice if he could live here. Hehehe......"

"Hehehe......" Ling Xue also smiled, she had been practicing this word for a long time.

Bypassing the shadow wall, and then going inside, it was originally a pond with remnants of lotus, and a small bridge was built, and there were pavilions at the end of the bridge that went straight out of the water.

There is a small building on the shore with a lot of green bamboo planted next to it. There is a white low wall behind the green bamboo, which separates the emptiness here, and through the carved window on the low wall, the red maple can be vaguely seen falling.

Walking along a bluestone road into the semicircular arch, I saw a small pavilion rising in the air on the hill, echoing the height difference between the small buildings in the woods below the mountain.

Two scattered spaces are formed, and the use of adding scenery and separating scenery to increase the sense of depth in the garden, so that people walk in it, feeling that the garden space is very large, and the scenery is also very elegant.

Ling Xue led the way in front and led everyone to continue walking towards the mountain. After a while, everyone saw the pavilion.

"This plaque reads 'sit with whom', does it take Su Dongpo's words and phrases 'sit with whom, the bright moon, the breeze, and me'?" Uncle Han Yi looked at Ling Xue and said.

"Yes!" Ling Xue nodded and said.

"I also noticed that the small building next to the pond is called 'Listening Pavilion', does it echo the pond of residual lotus? Taken from 'Leave the remnants to listen to the sound of the rain'. ”

"Uncle is amazing!" Han Yi gave a thumbs up to his uncle.

Uncle Han Yi, "Hahaha......"

When I entered the building, I saw that the windows in the house were bright and clean, and one of the tables, chairs, words, paintings, grass and trees, all of which were unique in their ingenuity.

"It feels good!." Han Yi agreed, "You're already very good, but, have you named this teahouse?" ”

"Well, in the world, people are tired, come here to drink tea, there are mountains and rivers, the mind and body are at peace, return to the heart, such as returning to the countryside, called Guiyuan Teahouse." 'Returning to the Garden' is the name of the garden, and 'Teahouse' is its purpose. ”

"Homecoming Teahouse? Not bad! Guiyuan Teahouse is a good name. Han Yi's eyes lit up and turned to Ling Xue, "Do you still need to draw up a couplet?" ”

Ling Xue already had it in her heart, but she didn't shirk it, and chanted: "Draw spring water to cook new tea, and buy all the green mountains as a picture screen." This is the tea couplet of Zheng Xie in the Qing Dynasty, which is very in line with the scenery in this garden.

"Unexpectedly, you are also a lover of ancient poetry, and you have a fight with my uncle." Han Yi looked at Ling Xue with a smile and said.

"I really didn't expect that there are not many people at your age who like ancient poetry......" Uncle Han Yi looked at the pool of remnants of lotus thoughtfully.

"Okay, we're here for tea, not to accompany you to sigh." Han Yi's father patted his little brother and interrupted his thoughts.

"Guys, please, you're ready." Ling Xue said with a smile.

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"Hello Grandpa Han, hello uncles and uncles!" Ling Xue generously followed everyone to say hello.

"Okay, you're good! The old man leans on the old and sells the old, so call you a girl Xue'er! ”

"Huh...... Grandpa Han can call him whatever he wants, Han Yi and I are good friends. Ling Xue saw their restraint and tried to ease the atmosphere.

"Xue'er girl, I'm here to drink tea, I can't do it without good tea!" Grandpa Han Yi said with a smile.

"That's for sure, please come with me!"

Han Yi entered the door and was stunned. I saw that the shadow wall wrote a pagoda poem by Yuan Zhi in beautiful letters:

Tea.

bay leaves, young shoots.

Mu Shike, love monks.

Grinding white jade, weaving red yarn.

Cho fried astragalus, bowl twisted dust flowers.

After the night, he was invited to accompany the bright moon, and he was ordered to the morning glow before the morning.

Washing away the tirelessness of ancient and modern people will be as boastful as before they were drunk.

This poem by Yuan Zhen summarizes the quality and efficacy of tea, as well as the artistic conception of drinking tea, and the process of cooking and appreciating tea, which is a rare masterpiece in tea poetry.

It is indeed best to use it at the door of this teahouse to greet the literati who come to drink tea.

"Good! This poem is best written here. Grandpa Han Yi praised, turning his head to look at Ling Xue, "Who did you ask for to write this word?" Won the charm of Zhao Mengfu! ”

"Really! I wrote it casually myself, hehe......" Ling Xue's cheeks were slightly red when she heard the old man's praise, and she was a little embarrassed.

"The girl's calligraphy is good! Your courtyard is also very good, the old man thought it would be nice if he could live here. Hehehe......"

"Hehehe......" Ling Xue also smiled.

Bypassing the shadow wall, and then going inside, it was originally a pond with remnants of lotus, and a small bridge was built, and there were pavilions at the end of the bridge that went straight out of the water.

A lot of green bamboos were transplanted next to the original small building on the shore, and there was a faint white low wall behind the green bamboo to cut off the original emptiness, and through the carved leaky windows on the low wall, the red maple could be vaguely seen falling.

Walking along a bluestone road into the semicircular arch, I saw a small pavilion rising in the air on the hill, echoing the height difference between the small buildings in the woods below the mountain.

Two scattered spaces are formed, and the use of adding scenery and separating scenery to increase the sense of depth in the garden, so that people walk in it, feeling that the garden space is very large, and the scenery is also very elegant.

Ling Xue led the way in front and led everyone to continue walking towards the mountain, and after a while, they saw the pavilion.

The pavilion on the mountain, the plaque "with whom to sit", take Su Dongpo's words and phrases "with whom to sit, the bright moon, the breeze, me"; The small building next to the pond is called "Listening Pavilion", in order to "leave the residual lotus to listen to the sound of rain"; The small building under the mountain, the name is "free place"; The small pavilion in the lake is called the "Qingfeng Pavilion".

When I entered the building, I saw that the windows in the house were bright and clean, and one of the tables, chairs, words, paintings, grass and trees, all of which were unique in their ingenuity.