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The melancholy prince put on a windbreaker, walked out of the "Dequ Book House", and came to the courtyard, but he had no intention of admiring the moon.

Filled with sorrow, he walked around the two newly transplanted lilac trees, sighed and hesitated, and walked alone for a moment, and then wanted to recite poetry.

"Lilac...... Upstairs at dusk, the desire to rest, the jade ladder crosses the moon like a hook, and the plantain does not show the clove knot......"

The time is wrong!

"How can bamboo leaves eliminate hatred, and lilacs are empty to untie knots and concentric......"

The mood is not right!

"A few trees and flowers in the east of the courtyard, clearly plain women curtain ......"

The flowers are not right!

Liu Siyuan's skill in composing poetry is lacking, but the level of appreciation is there. Poetry is the voice of the heart, and the voice of the heart that cannot be found to express emotions makes the son even more melancholy.

"Blessing! Rifle! He called to the steward.

Liu Laifu, the steward of the villa, heard the call and hurriedly came out of the house to serve his master. This young man's schedule has been chaotic recently, and he has to stay up a few nights in his fifties, and he is tired and has dark circles under his eyes.

"What does the prince command?"

"Did anyone send a poem today?"

"There are some of them. Those literati and writers think very highly of themselves one by one, and they submit books in their books, thinking about it all day long, and we can't receive seventeen or eighteen copies of the ...... in a month."

"Take the recently collected poetry collection to the study, just the poetry collection! I burned all those political papers! There are always some people who are ignorant, and I know how to avoid suspicion! ”

"Yes!"

The housekeeper Laifu was ordered to sort out the scrolls, and Liu Siyuan returned to the study, sat down at the table, turned on the lamp, and pondered.

After a while, the butler entered the house with a stack of books.

Liu Siyuan asked him to put his things on the table and go to rest by himself, so he didn't have to wait. Blessing thanked the prince for his compassion, bowed down and exited the room, carefully closing the door.

Most of the dozen or so poetry collections have been published, with only two handwritten manuscripts. In industrial society, the price of printing was greatly reduced, and it was very easy for literati to publish poetry collections, with a little money.

However, Liu Shizi's personal opinion is: since they are all patting horses, of course, they must choose those who are more sincere, so he only looks at the original manuscript. What does it mean to send prints? When Xu Guogong can't afford to buy books!

The first manuscript is an ancient style poem, and the whole text is written with a brush and is in small letters. The author is Wang Jing'an, this name is familiar to Liu Siyuan. This person has published poems in many newspapers and periodicals, and also commented on traditional literature from a modern perspective, and his expositions are quite systematic, and he has a good reputation in the industry.

He casually turned a page, chose a poem, and didn't read it from the beginning, only looked at the second half: "To tell the acacia lamp, a wisp of new love, a thousand wisps of old hatred." The most important thing is that the world can't stay, and Zhu Yan is a flowery tree. ”

The most important thing is that the world can't stay, and the face of the mirror is a tree! That unspeakable sorrow, it's really ...... So beautiful!

The peeling off of life, the passing of beauty, the consumption of years, and the change of heart cannot be kept, this sentence reminds Liu Siyuan of Su Dongpo's "The moon is cloudy and sunny", and Nalan Xingde's "If life is only as first seen".

This sentence alone proves that this is the world's first-class poet!

"This person deserves support!"

Half a poem was enough time for Shizi to make the decision to help Wang Jing'an publish a collection of poems and introduce him to high society.

Putting together the manuscript of the poem, Liu Siyuan carefully placed it in the most frequently used compartment on the bookshelf for future observation. Read a good book when you take a bath and meditate, and burn incense to taste. Now he is restless, and it is not appropriate to read, and to read is to blasphemy.

Let's read another one.

The manuscript of the poem, recorded in a cheap student notebook, seems to have been torn open and rebound. The cover was dusty, crumpled, and a few drops of vegetable soup were splashed! It's unpleasant to look at.

Shizi rubbed his fingers a little hesitantly, and opened the cover ruthlessly. On the first page are three vigorous and powerful pen words - "Wilderness Collection"!

Next to it is the author's name - Jin Tong.

Turn to page 2: New Moon Chapter. First poem: "I love this land"!

The small print on the next line of the title: "Reading history has feelings, General Yongliu." ”

General Yongliu? Since he was sent to Qiyue Villa, this General Liu must be his grandfather! It's been a long time since I've seen such a rough slap technique!

Since the author has gone to great lengths to send the collection of poems, let's take a look at it reluctantly.

"If I were a bird,

I should also sing with a hoarse throat:

This storm-stricken land,

This eternal river of our grief and indignation,

This wrathful wind that blows endlessly,

and the incomparably gentle dawn from the woods......

- And then I died,

Even the feathers rotted in the ground.

Why do I always have tears in my eyes?

Because I love this land so much......"

As if overpowered, Liu Siyuan's hairs stood up all over his body, and his scalp was numb, what was the feeling of touching his soul!

Growing up, he heard countless stories from his parents and teachers about his grandfather's heroic deeds.

From following Taizu in Xuzhou to being ordered to raid Beijing, from being alone in Xianbeilia to returning to China in a bloody battle, from going out to Tibet with illness to dying early with regret!

Perhaps because he had listened too much, his curiosity and admiration for his grandfather's life gradually disappeared, and no matter how twisted the story of the war years was, he could no longer be moved, leaving only an antipathy for the repetition of the same old tune.

But this song "Land" uses a straightforward imitation to make a final cry for my grandfather.

He dedicated his life to the nation-state, but he didn't wait for the day when Taizu mixed with one Yu and China dominated the East! But he never regretted it, and he never regretted it. Even if you become a bird, you have to sing with a hoarse throat!

Those who are angry, surging, passionate, and mournful without sorrow, and die without ceasing...... Is it a portrayal of my grandfather's mood back then?

It turned out that my grandfather was so great!

What's the author's name, Jin Tong?

The name is a bit impressive, as if it is related to the three major cases? No, it can't be! How could a traitor write such a majestic poem?

Liu Siyuan turned to the next page, "Shayanara".

"The most gentle ...... that bows his head"

Ha, this one is interesting!

Liu Siyuan is not like his ancestor Liu Xia Hui, he has already tasted the taste of a widow when he is mixed with Fengyue. "Like a water lotus" and "shy" are completely to the point.

Thinking about the wonderful experience in the "Japanese Wind Book Apartment", Shizi's heart is itchy. It's been a long time since I've been playing!

This Jin Tong must be a fellow believer!

The third song is "Rain Alley".

"Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long, and lonely rainy alley, I hope to meet a girl who is like a lilac and has a grievance......"

Clove! Isn't this the poem he just wanted to chant in the courtyard!

“…… She floated through \ like a dream, like a dream-like poignant confusion. Like a sprig of cloves floating in a dream, this girl floated beside me; She was silently far away, far away......"

Yes, that's it, that's the emotion! Sister Chang'an! You're getting farther and farther away from me!

“…… When I got to the clumsy fence, I walked through this rainy alley. In the lamentation of the rain, her color was dissipated, her fragrance was dispersed, and even her eyes were too breathing, and the lilac-like melancholy ......"

The melancholy poems made Liu Siyuan seem to see the disappointed gaze of the county lord who "hates iron but not steel", as well as her wordless sigh!

Liu Siyuan's heart is about to break!

How can you disappoint Sister Chang'an!

Can't let her down!

Make it clear to her that those rumors are false!

I have to let my sister know that I am a man who stands up to the sky, and I am by no means a gentleman!

It's just that my sister won't let me come to the door...... Gotta find a good reason!

Liu Siyuan is no longer in the mood, and no "Feihong Chapter", "Fog Hidden Chapter", and "Addendum" can save his attention.

It was at this point that a slightly strange title came into view - "To the Oak Tree".

Sweeping it down at a glance, Liu Siyuan was like a treasure.

This poem is written in a woman's tone, my sister must like it!

Please appreciate the new poems of the county lord of Chang'an!

So happily decided!

"This Jin Tong is really my lucky star!"

"Huh? How can I not have a resume? Liu Siyuan turned to the last page, but did not see the author's personal information.

Shake off the notebook twice, and a letter sandwiched between the pages falls.

The sender signed "Oriental Press-Oriental Ser".

"The tasteless pervert?" Liu Nanyan was really surprised this time, "He can also write poetry?" ”

The letter was not sealed, and on a thin page, Dongfang Se explained the reason: It turned out that Dongfang Se was not the author, but Jin Tong was. He commissioned the Oriental Press to publish the Wilderness Collection. However, Dongfang Se saw that there were works involving Xu Guogong in the poetry collection, and he did not dare to specialize in it, so he submitted a book on his behalf. Please look at it before you dare to publish it.

"Don't you dare to specialize!" Literature about the founding aristocracy has been published in recent years, and as long as it is not deliberately spilled with dirty water, no one has ever caused trouble. Dongfang Se just took the opportunity to stammer.

However, at the end of the letter, it was mentioned: "There is also news of high-quality open-pit coal mines in Northeast China, which is very important, and I hope to meet with the prince." ”

This sentence made Liu Siyuan feel a lot. Coal mining is one of the main businesses of Xingliao Group, and no records and hot springs can be compared with it!

If there is really news for him to make a great achievement, it will be much better when Dad returns to Beijing!

Moreover, Dongfang Se is not a simple industrialist, but also quite influential in the Progressive Party.

He wants to meet, and he can't help but give face!