In the dead of night, the sky is full of stars, and a full moon hangs high in the sky, and the night is a little intoxicating. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Le Wen couldn't sleep, and when he walked out of the thatched house, he saw Tang Bohu sitting on a bamboo bench, with a small wooden table in front of him, and a stack of papers scattered on the small wooden table.

Tang Bohu held a wine gourd in one hand and a brush in the other.

He took a sip of wine with his neck up, and then picked up a pen and wrote poems on the paper, writing and chanting as he spoke.

Life is a few mayflies in the world, and in the blink of an eye, the aconitum is replaced by a white head.

How many years can there be in a hundred years, and there is no reason for a counterfeit banknote.

Where is Kong Sheng now, the past Xiao Cao is gone.

When drinking, you must drink, and Qingshan will laugh and make people sad.

"Tang Jieyuan is so Yaxing, a good poem."

"Oh, Lord Le......, Xiaomin was moved, and he said a few nonsense words, but it made the adults laugh."

Tang Bohu thought it was someone, but when he looked back, he saw that Le Wen was behind him at some point, but he was taken aback, this Le Wen came behind him, he didn't even notice it, he thought it must be a good effort, no wonder, otherwise how could he save the daughter of the Xiahou prefect in the hands of the bandits.

"Tang Jieyuan is too humble, and he occasionally likes to sing a song, but he didn't meet someone as talented as Tang Jieyuan, and now that he has met Tang Jieyuan, he wants to chant a few songs with Tang Jieyuan." Lewen smiled and said.

"Since adults have this Yaxing, then Xiaomin is not afraid of adults laughing." After Tang Jieyuan finished speaking, he shouted to Shen Jiuniang in the house: "Jiuniang, bring another pot of wine, for the husband to chant poems and wine with Lord Le, drink a drink, hehe......"

When Shen Jiuniang heard Tang Bohu's order, she walked out from the house with a pot of wine and two copper wine glasses on it.

Tang Bohu found a bamboo stool for Lewen again, put it on the opposite side, and Lewen sat down.

Shen Jiuniang lifted the wine jug and filled the wine glasses in front of the two, and then studied ink for the two of them on the side.

Lewen drank the good wine in the wine glass, then lifted the brush, dipped it in ink a few times, and then picked up the poem on the paper.

The scholar has been suffering for ten years, and he is determined to help the people in the world.

I don't know that King Chen raised his arms and shouted, rich and noble.

broke the cauldron and sunk the boat into the Qin capital, and became famous and poor in the world.

The autumn wind condenses the white bones, and the chickens and dogs go empty.

Yesterday's rivers and mountains are today's soil, and the green mountains still love green water.

The white-headed fisherman on the river, whose house is the emperor's tomb over there?

"Master Le, the poem is heroic and horizontal, telling the truth of the world, and it is really beautiful!" Tang Bohu saw the poem written by Lewen, took a sip of wine, and praised it.

Then he also lifted the brush and chanted as he wrote.

The mountains are secluded and the grass and trees are deep, and the birds are singing and the flowers are falling.

Pedestrians get lost in their canes, not where to find the sound of books.

Lewen looked at Tang Bohu's poem, and he felt that he was frustrated in life and had nowhere to be found.

"Tang Jieyuan, the night is so charming, and there is such a good wine, why don't we chant a few limerick poems, if anyone can't chant in the time of a cup of tea, they will be fined three glasses of wine, how about it?"

"It's okay, since it was proposed by Lord Le, then Lord Le will let you come first."

"Well, then chant a song first, rinse your mouth in one, two, two, Lewen thought for a moment and then spoke.

"Hehe, interesting, interesting." Tang Bohu clapped his hands and applauded, and then chanted: "It's hard to sleep in the middle of the night. The moon is pale, the stars are all over the ground, and the veil flies before the wind passes. Evoke lovesickness, hang out of memories, and have a sad taste. Yesterday evening, it rained, and the haggard lonely goose was sent. Thousands of soft intestines drop tears. Wake up from a broken heart, an obsession, and the wine intoxicates the soul. ”

"Drunk and silent starry night, the candles are dry, and the moon is gone. Leave alone and lonely, left and right. All kinds of tastes are in my heart, lonely and lonely, who can say. Pre-fold the mood into two sections, cut constantly, and sort out the chaos. His face was full of worry and haggard. Even before the lovesick funeral flowers, the sorrow is gone, and the thread increases. Lewen took a sip of wine and said leisurely.

"Ten thousand thoughts, thousands of fame, lonely sleepless. If you want to cry without tears, you will have no joy in the world! Read hard in the cold window, picture the ambition, who is the master of ups and downs? Laugh it off! Look at the sky with the light of a mouse, sit at the bottom of the well and say that the sky is wide, cover your ears and steal the bell. Who's to blame for being shy in the bag? Don't dare to point to the wrong. Tang Bohu remembered the downfall in recent years, and groaned.

"A wisp of fragrance, a half-petaled flower soul, empty and melancholy. Independent desert, sighing at the vicissitudes of the world, happy in the past. Today's pain, joy and sorrow? It's a common thing! Everything is uncertain and sorrowful, no one pities the empty valley and orchid, and Songju has endured since ancient times. Wandering the world and regretting it? It's a pity that the past life was in vain. Le Wen looked up and smelled a burst of fragrance, the fragrance seemed to come from Shen Jiuniang, and he smiled faintly.

In this way, Lewen and Tang Bohu chanted poems and drank at the same time, until late at night, when the two returned to their rooms to sleep.

Lewen feels that today's Tang Bohu is disheartened, and he has lost the elegance of his youth.

Speaking of Tang Bohu when he was young, there is a story, it is said that once, Tang Bohu sat on a small boat to watch the scenery, the boat rocked into the river, he told the boatman to stop the oars in his hand, and let the boat drift down the river.

It was the height of summer, and the weather was hot, so the boatman put down the oar, took out a fan from his arms, and sat down to fan the wind and rest.

The fan surface of the boatman's fan is a blank piece of paper, and Tang Bohu feels sorry when he looks at it, and feels that there is a fly in the ointment, because you know that Tang Bohu is a painter.

He said to the boatman, "Your fan is so good at fanning the wind, but it's a pity that the fan is blank and not interesting." ”

When the boatman heard Tang Bohu say this, he pushed the boat down the river and said with a smile: "The blank paper is blank, I am waiting for you to paint!" ”

Tang Bohu unpacked his bags, took out the inkstone and brush, polished the ink on the river, and then took the fan from the boatman's hand. Just thinking about what to draw, a few sparrows flew up on the trees by the river, Tang Bohu smiled, picked up the pen and painted: "The finches fly freely, the finch feather fan is cool, just draw it." ”

The boatman saw him take a brush and paint one ink ball on the white fan, and then another, and in a short time he painted seven black ink balls.

The more the boatman looked at it, the more distressed he became, and the more distressed he became, the more angry he became: "Let you draw, who knows that you will use it to play with the ink group!" You're not a three-year-old doll, why are you ruining my white and clean fan? ”

Tang Bohu originally looked proud, but when he heard this, he felt guilty: "Look at it again, is it really unsatisfactory?" ”

The boatman's anger covered his eyes, how could he have the heart to look closely: "It's not agreeable, it's not agreeable, you defile my good fan, pay me back quickly!" ”

"It's okay, it's okay, you don't like it, I'll take them away."

Tang Bohu put down the pen, stretched out his index finger to point at an ink ball, slowly pushed up to the edge, pushed to the edge of the fan, dusted it hard, "whew-pounce", only to see a small sparrow roll out of the fan, fall into the water, flutter and fly away.

The seven ink balls painted by Tang Bohu on the fan turned out to be seven sparrows, one by one, one by one, each with a demeanor, all of them seemed to be alive, which was more beautiful than real sparrows, and it was also expressive.

The boatman was dumbfounded, he opened his eyes and opened his mouth wide, but he could not say a word, he could not move, as if he had become a statue, and for a time he froze.

Tang Bohu dusted off one and another, and after a while, all the seven sparrows painted on the fan surface fell to the water, flapped their wings, and flew up with the water, blended into the flock of finches by the river, and flew into the green trees, which were unrecognizable.

Only then did the boatman realize that the painting just now was a rare treasure, and he was so anxious that he grinded his hands and stomped his feet: "Alas! Alas! Alas! It's all to blame for not paying attention to it, but all seven of them have flown - son, you can draw a few more! ”

"If you don't paint it, the good scenery is in the process of being created." Tang Bohu put away the brush and inkstone, returned the white paper fan to the boatman, stopped talking, and continued to look at the scenery.

Zhouzi took the white paper fan, and when he fanned the wind again, he heard the "chirping" sound of sparrows flying freely in the wind.