Zhou Guang felt a little nervous when Xiao Yu appeared, because there was an imbalance between the city and the country. Zhang Bo didn't, he still behaved freely, and his sitting posture was especially good, that kind of calm, gentle and alert was not cultivated in a day, at first glance, there was a sense of intimacy.

"Hello, President Xiao! Zhang Bo stood up and waited politely.

"Hello Mr. Zhang." Xiao Yu's style is beautiful, comparable to Zheng Dan and Xi Shi.

"Hello President Xiao!" Zhou Guang was also busy greeting warmly.

"Teacher Zhou, how is the fast food? Xiao Yu cares about the guests.

"It's completely out of the taste of coarse tea and light rice." Zhou Guang smiled and told the truth.

"Today, how about I take the two of you out for a walk?" Xiao Yu looked at Zhang Bo.

"Thank you then." Zhou Guang is a writer in the countryside and is not used to dealing with people in the city. But still easy-going.

"Well, it's better to be respectful than to obey." Zhang Bo has few words.

"I don't have an order, everyone has to volunteer." Xiao Yu is very shrewd: Pick up a cheap or forced? Thought.

Zhang Bo and Zhou Guang wiped their hands and faces with wetness, and walked out with Xiao Yu.

The chevron is beige, very ladylike, very good-looking, and very proud kind, and everyone gets in the car.

Zhang Bo thought, what is the concept of this compared to a trailer pulled by a cow, he knows that Zhou Guang will definitely think so.

Shevlet traveled several miles and went on Minghu Road, probably to the northern half of the city.

"To Daming Lake? Zhang Bo asked in the passenger seat.

"Where there is water, people have aura and spirit. Daming Lake is beautiful. Xiao Yu said lightly.

"When you come to Daming Lake, you don't have to go to Hangzhou. Lotus flowers on all sides and willows on three sides, - the city mountain color and half the city lake. Zhang Bo said: "This has been recorded in the "Notes on the Water Classic".

"Teacher Zhang is very knowledgeable, and he really knows the world without going out." Xiao Yu said with admiration. The sound is like the sound of the river wind blowing the willow leaves.

"It's so far away, and it's still ripe." Zhou Guang said. Sigh.

"I don't know where it is, it's the northern half of the city." Zhang Bo said truthfully and not pretentiously.

"Located in the heart of the provincial town, north of the old town, east to the top of the hill. The Children's Palace in the west, Baotu Spring in the south, and Beiyuan Street in the north, covering an area of 70 hectares, is the meaning of the Bancheng Lake in the poem. "Xiao Yu is very strong because she is from the city.

The famous geographer Li Daoyuan made a record of the lake in the "Water Jing Note", called Lishuipo. Tang called Lotus Lake, Song called Siwang Lake. West Lake, known as Daming Lake in the Jin Dynasty, has been used until now. Zhang Bo said that he was not a buyer.

"That's right." Xiao Yu affirmed. Drive to the south gate and park under the willow tree in the parking lot.

Xiao Yu bought a ticket, and the three of them walked into the shore of Daming Lake, nine songs, twelve songs, and four corridors meandered forward, and there were hundreds of pavilions. Filled with the stories and thoughts of the literati of the past dynasties, the lake is rippling with waves. Cruise dots. The motorboat rows a circle from the south to here, passes through the lotus bushes, and then from east to west, carrying the tourists slowly. Surrounded by lotus leaves, reeds swaying. The air is fresh and fairyland-like.

The three of them had their own imaginations, swam around the lake for half a day, and then boarded the yacht, and Xiao Yu paid.

There were about a dozen people on the yacht. Everyone watched the lake in the window, from the side of the boat, the pavilion in the center of the lake, whether the lotus flowers bloomed, whether the reeds were shaken, and whether there were fish in the water.

What's more, playing a song makes people's hearts shake.

Zhang Bo was thinking: There is no such place in the house, the Ximen Fish Pond on the mountain is gone, the drinking horse spring is gone, and the landscape when it was not developed is better than here. He once had a poetic hair, praising his hometown: the frog chirps to take the sky to the sun and the moon, only when the acacia incense is stronger, the Buddhist wind and spring geese call, and the bamboo flute of the chai boy blows the acacia incense; But now it is like: half a day of dust and half a day of ash, and the neighing of machinery startles birds to fly. Looking back, the spring water has been cut off, and the bamboo flute is not seen chasing the birds.

Zhang Bo couldn't help but groan—the first four sentences were oiled.

"Where did you say this is?" Zhou Guang asked. The text does not have the artistic conception.

"Hometown, hometown when it wasn't developed." Zhang Bo said he was resentful.

"How's it going after development?" Zhou Guang understood Zhang Bo.

"Although there is money, the environment is too slow, as I said in my poem." Zhang Bo is emotionally unstable. Say. When it comes to andropause. Laugh Ke.

"I am very nostalgic for the childhood time, very nostalgic for the mountains and rivers of my childhood, and I don't want to let it change, the scenery is beautiful. The Buddha wind law and the spring geese call, the firewood boy bamboo flute blows the acacia incense! Zhou Guang said, also sighed.

"The transverse flute is good, powerful, the firewood boy has picked up the basket of firewood, the mood is very happy, eager to borrow the fragrance of the acacia flower, and the flute sound is expressed to the word, and the bamboo word is not as good as the horizontal word." Xiao Yu said, looking at the lotus in the distance.

"The horizontal word is a coincidence, it is true, it is better to change it." Zhang Bo immediately said, "President Xiao has a few words." ”

"I only hyphenate words, I can't recite poems and answer correctly, depending on your talent, I will make suggestions." She looked at Zhang Bo and said. I thought: This man has a good voice and looks handsome, I don't know if he has been thirty years or forty years. … By the way, Xiao Yu remembered that Miao Lao said that her younger brother should be fifty orders. When he was working on the mountain, Miao was nearly twenty years old, and Xiao Zhang Bo was only about ten years old.

"President Xiao is humble." Zhang Bo thought again and said, "It should be my teacher of words." ”

"It should be." Zhou Guang said with a smile. The eyes glow like water.

"It was." Xiao Yu was not modest, so he teased Zhang Bo: "In the future, when you meet and call me Teacher Xiao, you are my student." ″

Obediently, Xiao Yu picked a big bargain, because of one word.

Zhang Bo smiled, this president is also a greedy person. Zhou Guang also smiled stupidly.

"Homesick, apprentice!" Xiao Yu was very proud, and when he was proud, he forgot his form and lost his temper.

"Why did you become an apprentice again?" Zhou Guang smiled, so he asked, and he also understood.

"An extension of the term student." Xiao Yu played tricks.

"Uncle is father, aunt is aunt, one generation, that's right. Zhang Bo changed his way of correcting it.

"That's not good, uncle is sister-in-law's younger brother, aunt is not married yet, not aunt, aunt can't marry uncle, they are all brothers and sisters." Zhou Guang's correction is not quite correct. That's basically what it means.

"Okay, you're right." Xiao Yu is extremely smart and transforms at every opportunity.

"Didn't you think about poetry just now?" Zhou Guang asked Zhang Bo.

"You don't need to be a guest, sigh and always think about your hometown, only the wild goose knows the road, and the east wind is good and the sun is red." Zhang Bo always has a sense of home, - show the mood.

"I was homesick when I first came, what did Miao Lao tell you when I came. Today, there are a lot of great talents here, and communication-next is good for writing. There are a lot of great gods at tonight's writers' symposium. Xiao Yu said that he didn't understand Zhang Bo's childlike homesickness.

"Xie Lu, Mr. Xie." Zhang Bo - this is serious.

"Don't, I'm in business, not your teacher, or call me President Xiao, or Xiao Yu, you are also my lord, my God!" Xiao Yu said.

"Indeed the teacher!" Zhang Bo sighed.

"—The teacher of words, what is the foot of the teeth, the teacher of the two words, the only way to see the skill, the teacher of the three words, teaching children games." Xiao Yu played again, which means that you are children who recite the Three Character Sutra.

Zhou Guang didn't hear anything, only looked at how far the reeds in the distance were from the lotus leaves. The lotus has not yet opened, only a piece of green.

"The peacock is really glamorous; Two mandarin ducks can't be separated,..." Zhang Bo said slowly.

"Don't, don't, don't talk about it, I'll throw in the towel. Xiao Yu blushed and said, "Count you ruthless." ”

"What do you mean? Zhou Guang turned around when he heard the sound, and saw Zhang Bo smiling, he must have taken advantage of it, and he also smiled.

"Stop, Mr. Zhang, you can't say good things three times." Xiao played the truth of a woman. Meaning, if you say a good thing three times, the chicken and dog don't like it, and it's useless to be reasonable.

"I just said—all over again, all over again." Zhang Bo said, thinking; How can it be as difficult as my family's Miao'er, and suddenly his heart slammed, and he saw Xiao Yu's face flushed, don't be a heart attack. Women are so fragile.

"Those who are willing to gamble and lose, and those who are joking, have neurosis. You are a man, you can't tease people every word. "Xiao Yu has a lot of methods, - see that it is not an opponent, and withdraw his troops immediately.

"Classmate, what do you want to say at the end of the sentence? Zhou Guang came to be interested.

"Do you still say?" Zhang Bo asked Xiao Yu's opinion.

"It's not better than the first two sentences, don't bury your talent. Then speak up. Xiao Yu belly up.

"Three times to the south of the Yangtze River, the frog moved. Zhang Bo said.

"What an allusion, it's incomprehensible." Zhou Guang scratched his scalp. First-time.

Xiao Yu and Zhang Bo looked at each other and laughed.

To be continued (To be continued......