A big copy of the eternal article, see if you can copy it. Yang Fan copied Lao Mao's, and it was not a big deal, so he deliberately moved out the poem that Yang Fan composed in the red maple forest in Tongzhou.

He shook his head and recited: "** Cold autumn, go south of the river and look at the mountain alone." Look at the mountains red all over, the forests are dyed; The river is clear and transparent, and hundreds of boats compete for the stream. The eagle strikes the sky, the fish soars to the shallow bottom, and all kinds of frost compete freely. Confused, ask the vast earth, who is the master of ups and downs?

Bring hundreds of couples to travel, reminiscing about the past eventful years. Just a young classmate, in his prime; The scholar was angry and scolded Fang Xuan. Pointing to the country, inspiring words, the dung was ten thousand households. Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the stream, the waves curb the flying boat! ”

The words fell, and the porcelain spoon fell to the ground. The presence became silent. As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, there is none. When I heard it, it was nothing more than a rotten autumn scene, but the words made from this person's mouth, this momentum, compared to the emperor's ode, was even better.

"Good!"

The drunkard outside the door shouted, banged on the door panel and shouted hello. Writing poetry is really all about talent. When writing an article, you can borrow gorgeous rhetoric, compare duality, sentence structure, writing and other aspects to learn from the articles of predecessors. In time, you can write a good essay that at least doesn't fall behind. Writing poetry is a little different, what is poetry? It is a short sentence composed of some jumping words, which not only tests a poet's associative ability, but more importantly, it must have aura. Sentences are broken and connected, and a few crosses can make people not only immersive, but also feel the state of mind you want to express.

Ten poets, nine poems fell into the next place, vulgar, vulgar unbearable. This is also the reason why it is easy to write essays but difficult to compose poems. It's talent, it's spirituality. Li Qinglian's poems are definitely above Er Du and Bai Juyi. Even Du Fu wrote poems and praised: "Bai is invincible in poetry." It shows that Li Taibai's poems are indeed good. Fresh and elegant, free and wanton, like an immortal.

After the Tang and Song dynasties. It's not that there are no poets, but there are no great poets. I can't find poets and lyricists like Luo Bingwang, Li Taibai, and Xin Qiji. There are very few that can be said, and perhaps it has a lot to do with the openness of thought. If Mao Ci excludes the spirit of the king, it is also superior, but this spirit of the king. It is indeed a feature of Mao Ci. If there is no such feature, the Mao word is not a Mao word.

"Good!" The drunkard shouted again. The cheeks are rosy. Drunk, even walking is limping. In a trance, he finally walked in front of Xingzhi, sent the wine jug forward, and said with a smile: "This word, good!" "I don't know if it's the first time he's said it.

"Official, you're back." The cook in the back room stepped forward and held the drunkard. Yang Fan smiled, and finally saw the true face of Lushan. The owner of this strange shopkeeper. Feelings are this alcoholic. The drunkard had a clear eyebrow, but he pretended to be insane, and his hair was scattered, and he tied a strip of cloth to his head, and the broken hair on his forehead was pulled behind his back.

"Don't help me, I'm not drunk!" The drunkard broke away from the cook's hand and grabbed Xingzhi's wrist. Said: "Dare to ask......" He burped, rolled his eyes, smiled, and said, "I'm sorry, dare to ask Mr. Gao's name." Next...... In the middle of the lower Xiao Mountain. The person sent the alias Mr. Sanshui. ”

"You're welcome. Next...... One cloth clothes, three idiots. Xingzhi smiled awkwardly. The step back was a few steps. The wine glass in his hand was slowly lowered.

The drunkard leaned in, his eyes narrowed. "Three idiots?" The drunkard was happy, "Three idiot brothers, interesting, haha, interesting." Come on, come on, let's go inside. Wouldn't it be nice to enjoy laurel and compose poems in the courtyard? He pulled Xingzhi, regardless of whether Xingzhi agreed or not, he directly pulled it over and ran to the backyard. Alas, I haven't eaten yet. ”

"Lady, come in with some food and drinks. Closed, closed! It's closed today! The drunkard drank loudly, and seemed to be very happy. Lao Dao took a sip of wine and said, "The entrance is fragrant, it's really good." ”

The cook bowed her head and apologized: "Everyone, I'm sorry, my family officials have drunk high today." Forgive me. ”

"Haha, Chef Xiao doesn't want to apologize, I can hear this heroic word today, no regrets, no regrets! I can't imagine that I can still have such a strange person in Liaocheng. This poem is indeed heroic! Haha, let's go! ”

The people present were all weirdos, paid, picked up the cinnamon sticks, and left with a smile. The cook woke up Xiao Er, who was still asleep, and when she heard that it was cashier, she hurriedly ran over, and quickly collected money and wiped the table with a plate, as if she had beaten chicken blood.

Yang Fan called the cook who was going to prepare the food, asked for a few rooms, and prepared to stay here tonight. The cook nodded in agreement, and then ordered Xiao Er to go into the dish. I went upstairs to clean up my room.

Full of wine and food, Yang Fan walked straight to the backyard, and the more he walked, the more he could smell the fragrance of flowers. The door was gently pushed open, and I was surprised that there was no way in front of me. The garden is full of laurel trees, and dozens of laurel trees slowly stuff the entire backyard, no wonder you can smell the fragrance of flowers on the street.

Guilin, it really is a little Guilin. There may be a few chuckles in the middle of the forest. Although it has passed the moon and a half, it is still bright, sprinkled on Guilin, soft light, cold wind, floral fragrance, talking and laughing, Yang Fan finally understands why there is no way here. Because there is no need for a road at all, since there is no need for it, why do you need to take up space to pave a stone path?

The age of the laurel tree is estimated to be more than ten years old, and there is no obstacle for Yang Fan to shuttle. When you step on it, the soil is soft, and it seems that the owner has carefully turned over the soil. The floral fragrance is a little strong from head to toe, but the wind passes through it, and the rich smell is too much, which is dazzling.

Yang Fan leaned against a certain tree, the wind passed, and the osmanthus fell on his head, body, and sometimes into his neck, a little itchy. He gently shook the laurel tree a few times, and the flowers rained, and the ground was full of silver. Yang Fan hadn't been so calm and silent for a long time.

"Little brother, come and sit down." The voice arrived, but no one was seen. Yang Fan looked sideways.

On the side of the greeting of the drunkard, Yang Fan said with a smile: "Don't disturb Mr. Banshan and Mr. Three Idiots talking and laughing, just stand on the side." As soon as the words fell, a hand came from the forest, grabbed Yang Fan's wrist, and pulled it directly. There is a small open space in the center of Guilin, a bamboo mat, a small table, and the wine and food on it are all gone, leaving a green lantern alone, a long roll, and a pen and inkstone.

Give up your seat and ask Yang Fan to sit down. The autumn breeze in the forest passes, and a few osmanthus flowers fall in the inkstone, submerging, leaving a fragrance. Xiao Banshan slowly got up, pulled out a wooden sword from under the mat, staggered, and stood with his sword. He smiled innocently, "Tonight in this forest, I will also come to the middle of the mountain to master the ups and downs." Hehe, all kinds of frost are free. Good sentence, good sentence! (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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