In a blink of an eye, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, which was the first Mid-Autumn Festival that Song Qi had since he arrived in ancient times. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Today's moon is extraordinarily round and bright, and the osmanthus tree and jade rabbit inside the moon seem to be faintly visible. At this time, Dream Island is bathed in the dissolving moonlight, and the dark fragrance of osmanthus floats, which is particularly warm.

There is a spacious courtyard behind the main hall of the mansion, called Fulin Yuan, and the courtyard is full of flowers and trees. There are more than a dozen small mahogany round tables in the open space of the courtyard, which surround a semicircle, and each round table is placed with various kinds of dried and fresh fruits, moon cakes, tea and wine, and one person sits at each table. Ming Zhu Gong sat in the middle, from the left hand to Ximen Liu, Tan Wuxing, Hua Meng, Le Wulu, Fan Yinao, Mao Yong, from the right hand is Feng Dan, Song Qi, Ximen Yun, Ling Xue, Mingyu, the old housekeeper Ming Zhu'an stood next to Ming Zhugong, and stood behind Mingyu with raised eyebrows. The other little girls were busy pouring wine and tea for everyone and distributing moon cakes.

Today, except for a few maids who serve closely, Ming Zhu Gong gave most of the domestic servants a holiday, so that they could have a reunion festival in their own small home.

Ming Zhu Gong was wearing a blue and white robe and a Confucian scarf, and he was in good spirits, he cleared his throat and said, "Today is the first Mid-Autumn Festival that Xue'er and Song Gongzi have spent on the island. Maybe everyone has experienced such and such hardships before, but all this unhappiness has become a thing of the past! When the bright moon is at the head, we still have to enjoy the moon happily and eat moon cakes and have a happy Mid-Autumn Festival! After speaking, Ming Zhugong raised his wine glass and saluted everyone.

Everyone hurriedly sat up, raised their wine glasses, drank the wine in the glasses one after another, and sat down again.

Then Ming Zhu Gong pointed to Song Qi and Ling Xue one by one, and Song Qi and Ling Xue greeted them one by one. Then, everyone present stood up and toasted Ming Zhugong with a glass of wine and toasted a few words. At this time, everyone was in a good mood, drinking their own wine, eating mooncakes, and occasionally clinking glasses with the people next to them, or whispering a few words.

When everyone was talking to each other, Song Qi peeked at everyone present to take a look, except for Le Wulu, Fan Yinao and Ximen Yun had met a few days ago, everyone else had met for the first time.

The old housekeeper Ming Zhu'an was about sixty years old, with a white short beard and a slight hunchback; Ximen Liu, the chief shopkeeper of Mingzhu Firm, is no more than forty years old, with black eyebrows and white face, and a slight beard under his chin; Mr. General Ledger talks about fearlessness in his fifties, with well-defined cheekbones, shrewdness and ability; Dream Island head coach Hua Meng is about thirty years old, burly and magnificent; Mao Yong, the deputy head of the sect, was about thirty-five years old, with a dark complexion and a medium build; The head of the guard, Feng Dan, was less than thirty, described as withered and thin.

Song Qi couldn't imagine that such a thin person could actually be the head of the guard.

Mingyu is wearing a pink skirt today, looking dignified and generous, beautiful as a fairy.

Song Qi looked at Mingyu blankly, and his beautiful girlfriend Xia Fei came to mind. Is this one in front of you Mingyu or Xia Fei?

"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moonlight is like water, the beauty is current, everyone says a poem related to the moon, okay?" At this time, I only heard Mingyu get up and propose.

Song Qi listened, settled down, and winked at Ling Xue, Ling Xue looked back at him, his eyes were full of helplessness, neither of them was good at poetry, but they couldn't object to this proposal, the Mid-Autumn Festival moon appreciation and poetry, this is the custom, so they all turned their heads to look at Ming Zhu Gong to see what he meant.

I saw Ming Zhu Gong smile and agreed: "This proposal is good!" The others listened and nodded in agreement.

"This dad is the biggest, you can invite it first!" Mingyu said, stretched out his right hand and made a gesture of invitation to Ming Zhugong.

When Ming Zhugong heard this, he smiled heartily and agreed: "Okay! Then he twisted his beard and shook his head, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, thought for a while, and then chanted in a deep voice: "A round of pearl light in the great wilderness, thousands of households look up." A hundred years of clear light turned with the waves, and Chang'e regretted breaking her intestines for thousands of years. ”

When everyone listened, they all applauded and applauded, and rushed to raise their glasses to Ming Zhu Gong.

Then Ximen Liu, Tan Wuxing, Hua Meng, Le Wulu, Fan Yinao, Mao Yong, Feng Dan and so on recited in turn. Although they claim to be rough people in their mouths, the poems they read are also sonorous and powerful, and the battle is neat.

Without thinking, Ximen Yun blurted out: "The bright moon shines on the pines, and the jade sleeps in the stone." It is the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the beauty is in the world. When he recites poetry, he shakes his head, scratches his head and gestures, and his voice is subdued and frustrated, full of charm, and has the demeanor of a poet.

This is a Tibetan poem. Ximen Yun was smug, and from time to time he swept his fiery eyes towards Mingyu.

Mingyu didn't raise his eyelashes, didn't pay attention to him, but looked at Song Qi and said with a smile: "You're next!" ”

"I'm not ready! Why don't you please first! Song Qi spread his hands and pushed back in shame.

"Then I'll take the lead!" Mingyu smiled, finished speaking, thought for a while, and then whispered in a shallow voice: "Dissolve the moonlight and dissolve the water, and the moonlight calls the wanderer back." The moon is a group, the family is round, and the group is full and enjoys the laurel. ”

In Mingyu's poem, Ximen Yun's eyes have been staring at Mingyu intently. He left Dream Island to stay in the Mingzhu branch of Do'an Mansion for more than a year. Now Mingyu is more graceful and beautiful than a year ago, which makes him Ximen Yun feel more excited, haunted by dreams, and dreaming. He thought that the wanderer in Mingyu's poem was specifically referring to him, and the beauty in his heart was indescribable. After Mingyu finished reciting, Ximen Yun couldn't help but stir his hands, clapped the applause loudly, and praised loudly.

Everyone said yes, and it was another clinking glass of drinking.

While others were chanting poems and drinking, Song Qi raised his eyes to look at the bright moon in the sky, and was stunned for a while: "In previous years, the Mid-Autumn Festival was to enjoy the moon with my parents, but this year's Mid-Autumn Festival they are reunited but not united, the moon goddess Chang'e, can you bring my longing to my family after a thousand years?" On the other hand, he dug out his heart to make up poems, and made up one or two sentences, such as "I want to dance, the moon does not move, I want to fly, and the wind does not lift." "The moon shines on the universe, can you see it together for thousands of years?" And so on, but it just can't be a poem.

Song Qi saw that he really couldn't compose poems, so he had to recall the ancient poems he had memorized before, trying to make up for them. Although I can't compose poems, I used to memorize a lot of poems from the Tang and Song dynasties, and the poems I remember in my mind should also be counted as poems I wrote. With such a thought, a lot of poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival and the bright moon suddenly emerged in my mind, and the most appropriate one for the scenery in front of me was Su Dongpo's poem "When Will the Bright Moon Be". By the way, just read this poem.

At this time, seeing that it was almost coming to him, Song Qi wanted to get up and recite. Ling Xue put down her wine glass, sat down first, and said, "I'll come first!" Then he raised his eyes to look at the moon and recited: "I am alone in the family reunion, and the moonlight shines on me like ice." There is a giant axe in the Guanghan Palace, can you lend me a year? ”

When Ling Xue was reciting the poem, Song Qi quickly recited it silently in his mind a few more times, and then he also pretended to get up and recite: "When is the bright moon?" Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace? I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be cold in high places. 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 last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

This poem amazed the audience. Although the people present are not from the Fang family and can't write any good poems, they can also hear that there is no one before and no one after, and the momentum is overwhelming all the poems.

After Ming Zhu Gong listened to this poem, his face changed slightly, his eyes swept from Song Qi to Mingyu's face, and when he saw Mingyu looking at Song Qi's eyes like water, the autumn waves were rippling, he nodded secretly, then raised his wine glass, and said to Song Qi: "This poem is the most eye-catching scene!" Song Gongzi is really talented! ”

"Mr. Ming has won the award! I'm also picking people's teeth. The younger generation is ignorant, and there are still many places to learn from Mr. in the future! Song Qiqian gave way, raised his wine glass to Ming Zhu Gongyao as he spoke, and then leaned back.

"Song Gongzi is too humble!" Ming Zhu Gong waved his hand and said with a smile.

Suddenly, Mingyu was surprised and said, "Hey, why is Xue'er gone?" ”

When everyone heard the sound, they looked at Ling Xue's position, only to see that her chair was empty, and she didn't know where she was going, and she didn't know when she left.