Sure enough, the more the samurai is a man who values love and righteousness, and when he heard the sworn brother questioning him like this, the more ashamed the samurai said to Xiantu: "Brother Xian, of course you are a good brother for your brother, but one yard is one yard, and your brother's curiosity is heavier, but in terms of righteousness, being a brother is not losing to anyone, and there is no need to doubt it." ”

"In that case, then Brother Wu shouldn't ask any more questions, let's talk about something else, right?" The first picture wanted to change the topic, but the more the samurai no longer debunked his thoughts.

"Okay, since the virtuous brother doesn't want to talk about this anymore, the brother won't ask anymore, you see that the moon is in the sky, and there is a quiet taste in the mountain col, such a poetic realm, we might as well chant poetry?" The more poetry the samurai flourished, looking at the bright moon hanging high, the silent scene, and there was a taste in his heart.

Hearing the samurai Yue say that he wanted to compose a poem, he first said: "What title do we use to compose a poem, and we also ask Brother Tai to come up with a question?" ”

"Let's compose poems with bright moons, mountains and forests, and desolation, and see who makes poems that are more in line with the current artistic conception." The samurai said with more interest.

"Okay, then ask Brother Wu to present a song to take the lead." Xiantu said modestly.

Hearing Xiantu say this, the samurai became more and more embarrassed and said, "Then it will be ugly for my brother." ”

"Please".

At this time, the warrior Yue stood up, looked at the deep and dark sky, the quiet night, the neighing sweaty horses not far away, and the blazing bonfire in front of him, and said: "The north wind is howling and facing you, and the bonfire is warm to the heart." In the middle of the night, the moon shines on the river. ”

After listening to Samurai Yue's poems. Xiantu applauded: "Okay, good poetry, worthy of being a first-class scholar." The poems written are easy to understand and have a far-reaching artistic conception. ”

"See laughing, see laughing, and ask the virtuous brother to give a song, and listen to the brother." The more the modest samurai said to Xiantu, the more he could have literary and artistic cells, he had to borrow other people's poems again to deal with it. This is not a gentleman's doing.

As the saying goes: "A gentleman is frank, and a villain is a relative." "If you try to borrow other people's poems to pass off your own poems, you will have many villains. He is ashamed and disgusted in his heart.

But there was no way, who made him unable to think of good verses, so he had to borrow them temporarily, and the beautiful name was "quote".

Pretended to beat his chest and feet. The meaning is long-lasting. Learn the actions of those literati and elegant guests in costume dramas, take square steps, and point out and write poems: "Sit alone in the secluded grate, play the piano and howl." People in the deep forest don't know, and the bright moon comes to take pictures. ”

After reading it first, I thought that the more surprised the samurai would be, thinking about how bleak the artistic conception of this poem was, it would definitely move people to a mess.

But. Many times it always backfired, only to hear the samurai say more and more dissatisfied: "Brother Xian." How can this poem express the artistic conception at this moment, you see the sky and the moon hanging high, the mountains and forests are silent, how lonely the heart is, how can you use a short piano to express such a scene, for the brother feels inappropriate, it is really inappropriate, the virtuous brother should write a new poem to express the desolation in his heart. ”

"What kind of love is this longing for desolation? Would you like to ask Brother Wu to come? He asked puzzled.

Hearing Xiantu's question, the warrior Yue explained: "The so-called missing, you should feel it deeply, now you look at the moonlight, and imagine that if you are here alone, lonely, will there be desolation in your heart, will you miss your relatives in the distance, and at this time, isn't this the situation, the virtuous brother can't feel it?" ”

"I feel it, if I live here alone, I will definitely have the desolate feeling of missing that Brother Wu said, let the little brother think about it, how to express the mood at this moment." Xiantu walked along this barren mountain stream, leaned down and picked up the fluffy red panda, looking at the desolation in front of him, his heart was full of longing.

That's right, I still remember when I first came to the Tang Dynasty, I suddenly came from the brightly lit bustling city to the poor and remote Tang Dynasty mountain nest, and naturally felt desolate everywhere, and I still remember that night when I first arrived in the Tang Dynasty, I sat alone in the middle of the mountain and looked at the black sky, and the evening breeze caressed his face from time to time, and my heart was extremely melancholy.

Yes, Su Shi's "Water Tune Song Head" can express this situation, thinking about it first, he smiled slightly, and read: "When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky." I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is it tonight? I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world? Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will live for a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

'Papapa', loud applause snapped, only to hear the samurai Yue praise and praise: "Good poetry, good poetry, it is really a peerless masterpiece." ”

"Brother Wu has won the award." Xiantu said very modestly.

"Okay, I'm here for my brother, listen, I'm here for my brother." ……

At night, quietly, the neighing of horses echoed in the valley from time to time, and the red panda was very docile lying in Xiantu's arms.

Counting nine cold days, the bonfire burned overnight and finally faded the red and yellow flames, turned into lifeless soot, the frost fell mercilessly on the ground, the trees, the grass, the horses, and the faces of the first figure, all of them were neatly sprinkled on the frost, the two of them entered the old age from the teenager overnight, looking at the white hair in a hurry, I don't know how many cold winters I have experienced, but the qiē in front of me is all illusory.

There are clouds in the Red Mansion: "When the fake is true, it is true, and when it is false, it is also true." "It's hard to tell whether things in the world are true or false, whether they're true or not. Like the moon in the water, the flowers in the mirror, all of them are illusory.

Rubbing his confused eyes, Xiantu sat up, patted the frost-covered thin ice on his body, stroked the white frost on his head, and instantly changed from an ancient age to a young man, what a magical night!

At this time, the warrior was still asleep, Xiantu took out a cloak from the baggage and covered him on his body, so stupid two people, just sleeping in the suburbs all night, if it wasn't for the cold and ruthless attack Xiantu, how could he wake up early, maybe he was still dreaming at this time, and it may not be known.

The red panda is docile lying next to the first figure, this night it did not leave, the furry body curled aside, looks very cute, if this is placed in the future, that is, the modern age of the 21st century, if someone can hold the red panda to sleep overnight, it will become the focus of people after dinner.

But now, Xiantu has enjoyed this so-called focus in a low-key manner, unknowing, unaware, and no one will be surprised, such a low-key luxury and tasteful enjoyment, ancient and today, not Xiantu alone! (To be continued......)

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