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Fang Xu, shamelessly plagiarized again, Bai Juyi's "Ask Liu Nineteen".

green ant new brew wine,

Small red clay stove.

Late in the sky and snow,

I can drink a cup without it.

Fang Xu, of course, is not asking Liu Shijiu, but Tian San, who was renamed Tian Rui by himself.

Winter, big cold.

Fang Xu sat cross-legged by the fire.

The stove is an ordinary stove, made of red clay, one foot eight minutes high, and weighs twenty-six pounds and nine taels. It is said that it has been thirty years since the craftsman who fired this furnace died. This was the last stove he burned during his lifetime, and although it was not priceless, it was definitely a treasure.

Of course, a good stove is not just for viewing, so there must be a carbon fire in the furnace. Now the fire in this furnace has burned pure blue.

There is a furnace, and of course, there must be wine. The stove with wine, although it is not a perfect match, in winter, it is like a hero's warm arms with a beautiful woman, there is no substitute.

Fortunately, it was the poet Fang Xu who burned the stove, and he was never bored or disappointed by his friends. There is his freshly brewed rice wine on this stove, and the green bubbles float on the surface like ants, which is very cute.

When the wine began to smell, Fang Xu added another piece of charcoal to the stove.

Tian Rui, who was opposite him, didn't have time to deal with him.

Because Tian Rui was directing the servants to clear the snow in the courtyard, the heavy snow seemed to have stopped, and there would still be snowflakes falling when he touched the trees.

This snowy day is not suitable for going out, but Fang Xu's classmates have to go, and their Zhuangzi, which is outside the city, has also suffered snow. His cheap old man told him to take a look, the tenants in the Zhuangzi.

Educated in 21st century socialism, Fang Xu. I can't bear to see the toiling people who farm for their own land suffer.

When Fang Xu walked out, Chang'an City. Seeing countless ragged homeless, yes, homeless. There will be displaced people in any era.

This year, the heavy rain and the wind and snow have left countless people homeless.

The imperial court, even if you want to provide disaster relief, can't help it.

I watched these people sit on the ground in the snow with a sluggish expression, and a thick layer of snow fell on their bodies, like snowmen. All of them had a sad look on their faces.

One, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, fainted on the side of the road with hunger.

Somehow, Fang Xu felt an unbearable heartache in his heart.

Fang Xu asked Tian Rui to ask, and the little girl's parents were starving to death.

Fang Xu decided to take the little girl back to the house.

Isn't there a lack of a maid to serve you?

Fang Xu found a reason for himself in his heart.

In Fang Xu's room, the charcoal fire of the stove burned very vigorously and warmly.

After coming back, Fang Xu asked the little girl to feed her a bowl of hot soup, and now she has woken up.

The little girl seems to understand what's going on.

'Plop' knelt in front of Fang Xu, crying.

"Thank you, young master, for saving your life, please let the young master bury the slave's parents and let them be buried in peace. Slaves and maids serve the young master as cows and horses...... "The little girl cried and cried to Fang Xu, telling her life experience.

There was a natural disaster in the family, and the little girl's parents died, and there were no relatives. If Fang Xu hadn't brought it back, maybe one day he would have been abducted and sold.

It is said that in troubled times, life is as cheap as a dog.

I'd rather be a peace dog than a messy person.

The ancients did not deceive me.

Fang Xu stretched out his hand and rubbed the little girl's head, and said, "If you come, stay here!" Your parents, I've already made people restrained, find a day, you go and be buried. ”

I asked, and I knew. Most girls in this era were born without names. After getting married, he takes his husband's surname.

Little girl, surnamed Hua.

Fang Xu said softly:

"People sing small wine, flowers dance Tang Chun.

The grass is maze and the scenery is moving.

May it be like this for a long time, and the phenology will be new every year.

Today is, the winter solstice, you will call it the flower dance in the future. Flower Dance Tang Chun's Flower Dance, this poem will belong to you in the future. ”

Fang Xu, shamelessly plagiarized again, Lu Zhaolin's Yuan Ri reminisced. Used to flirt with girls.

The poem says that the early blooming flowers dance to celebrate the spring of the Tang Dynasty. The green grass shaded the path, and the beautiful scenery alarmed my neighbors. In fact, the current Datang is still white.

As for why there are only three sentences in this poem, Fang Xu said in his heart that the previous sentence was not very brilliant and he couldn't remember it.