"Light and light red, the nature is soft, and the dark fragrance is sparse and the moon is flowing. A pool of spring is as thin as jade, half a roll of young lotus and half a roll of the building. The cornices of the Huiji place are indeed more warped than ordinary places, and they are also extremely tall. The poem of the lady of the Xie family should be true and meaningful, and it will leave a fragrance when you read it. ”

The poetry meeting next to the small pond did not stop because a few people left the table, and when he heard the movement of the female dependents composing poems in the curtain, Xie An arranged for servants to take their poems and study them.

When she read the poems written by Xie Yun, she had just seen through Caitao's thoughts at the rockery, and at this time she was still complicated and uneasy, even if these beautiful words were praised, she was indifferent. What's more, she's not here either.

The male guests outside tasted the poems of the female dependents one by one, for them, these are more like some after-entertainment programs, good or bad are just verbal casual comments, to put it bluntly, not distracted.

Since ancient times, there are very few talented women, although the Eastern Jin Dynasty is not like the Song Dynasty after Cheng Zhu Lixue, what "women are not talented is virtue". But in these days, there are fewer people who can read and write, and women are even rarer.

What's more, composing poetry is such a thing, two points depend on learning and eight points depend on spirituality, looking forward from the present, in addition to Xie Daoyun, a member of the Xie family, who is quite talented, only Mrs. Wei, who taught Wang Xizhi's hairpin Xiaokai, and Cai Wenji, who wrote "Hu Ji Eighteen Beats", can be worthy of the name of "talented girl".

As for the study of the ladies at this kind of poetry meeting, it is more like a shallow pleasure. The men played with the flowers as if they were picking flowers, and only through these shallow sentences, they imagined the spring and light behind the curtain, and they were just obscene.

Xie An listened to everyone's praise, said "don't dare" slightly for his daughter, and leisurely filled up wine for himself.

"Ha, this one is really ......" The one who read the poem was the youngest person present, but he looked like thirteen or fourteen, and when he turned out the paper below, he saw the pen and handwriting, and he laughed.

The people next to him felt strange when they saw this, so they also came over to take a look. Guo Pu glanced at it from a distance, and only felt that the writing was like a chicken planer, which was really ugly, and he dared to take it out.

Who is so ignorant of the depths? Thinking about it, it seems that there is only Xie Xiaoman's little hoof, really, doing things so without depth, are you not afraid of losing the face of the Xie family?

Shaking his head and smiling, Guo Pu didn't drink like others, he directly took a small jar and drank bitterly, took two big mouthfuls, and the jar was at the bottom, and then threw it to the servant next to him and replaced it with another altar.

It's a pity that such a good wine is drunk by this person.

"Hey, this poem ......"

Someone on the other side seemed to see something, and the laughter stopped abruptly and became a little neat.

"What kind of poem is it? Liulang doesn't want to whet people's appetites, read it quickly and listen. "There are people who are far away, and I don't know what the situation is here for a while, so I urge with a smile.

The flirtatious smile on the face of the young Lang Jun who was called Liulang had already disappeared, and then he glanced at Xie An, cleared his throat, and groaned: "The knot is in the human realm, and there is no noise of cars and horses. How can you ask you? The heart is far away from itself. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see the South Mountain. The mountain weather is good, and the birds are returning. There's a real meaning in that...... I have forgotten to tell the truth. ”

The young man chanted slowly, and the clear voice with the breath of spring was transmitted to everyone's ears.

The first two sentences, everyone didn't take it to heart, they did it casually, and the people who should be chatting are still chatting. And when it came to the sentence "the heart is far away from itself", someone in the banquet sighed "huh" and admired. In the end, the voices in the banquet became quieter and quieter, and almost everyone saw such a picture in front of their eyes: the fog and rain of Nanshan Mountain, a master in a wide robe and big sleeves wearing a hat, swaying, informal, sniffing flowers, and being content. The mountain fog gathers and disperses from time to time, drifting like a ping; The birds gather and disperse, coming and going without a trace. This is the realm that the celebrities of the Eastern Jin Dynasty have pursued all their lives, empty and ethereal, seemingly nothing, but containing thousands of them.

The true meaning of this is indeed to discern the words.

Everyone looked at each other and was speechless for a while. But I heard Xi Jialangjun, that is, Xie Yun's fiancé, clapped his hands and praised: ""Lao Tzu" has clouds, 'if the way is clear, if the way is clear, if the way is retreat', and the cloud is '**, the elephant is invisible, and the road is nameless'. In my generation's mystical poems, I studied thousands of things, but I just wanted to distinguish the avenue from a grass and a tree, so it was obscure and difficult, but in the end I may not get too many enlightened things. However, this poem does the opposite, not scrutinizing and groping for things, but only talking about the real scene in front of him, which is a different way and suddenly enlightened. It's a good sentence 'I want to distinguish but forget to speak'. ”

As soon as this remark came out, everyone echoed: "That's right! As the saying goes, 'the Tao is a thing, but the trance', the beauty of this poem is the meaning of such a trance, although it is not penetrated, but it has been close to the Tao! ”

"'Famous and famous', what we want to depict with our words is not as much as what people point out in a trance. The Tao is a thing, and it is really broad and profound. I wonder which lady wrote this poem? With this poem alone, this little lady can go down in history! ”

The question was raised and it was out of control, and everyone looked at the young man who was reading the poem, and the eager gaze made him blush.

"That," the young man glanced at Xie An, who still looked calm, "The signature is Xie Xiaoman, I don't know which lady of the Xie family is it?" ”

Guo Pu didn't speak all the time, and while everyone was talking, he raised his head and drank two more jars of wine, as if he was already drunk. But he still heard the discussion and the signature of the poem, and he looked thoughtful at this time.

Xie An played with the wine cup in his hand, and there was not much expression on his face. He thought of some of the things that had happened before, and also of some things that had not yet happened, and his mind was ethereal.

"Is there such a talented woman in the Xie family, who has been hidden by An Shi? Now that a poem has become famous, it is also a good story. The elder next to him smiled and stroked his beard.

Xie An saw that everyone was eager, so he replied with a light smile: "It's a nephew, just an occasional guest." She has such a poetic talent, which is also unknown to An. You laughed. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone became polite again and said some beautiful words.

Guo Pu was not among them, he pinched his fingers, burped, and walked towards the rockery where Xie Xiaoman was located step by step under the pretext of urinating.

At this time, Xie Yun no longer wanted to go to Caitao to entangle more, and returned to the banquet.

Caitao's mind was completely recognized, and she was disheartened and went back to her room in despair.

Xie Xiaoman sighed, thinking that human feelings are really too complicated, quagmire-like, and people have no nostalgia. The wealth and nobility of the scholars are really not something that ordinary people can bear.

Pour himself a drink, Xie Xiaoman thought to himself, it is still such a chic and comfortable day, which is suitable for his own temperament.

"Hey, you're in the limelight this time!"

Guo Pu didn't know when he came to the rockery, with a smell of wine, looking up at her with a smile.