"So you admit that you wrote this poem! Hehe, I know. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Daddy also said that this poem should be written by your third uncle, what do you say you don't have that literary talent, hum, this time look at what he says! ”

Xiao Wu's words were full of joy and some inexplicable tastes, Zhang Jie did not scrutinize carefully, but pointed to the room with the oil lamp, and said suspiciously:

"Uncle Meng has to study so late every day?"

"Reading is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, don't you know this truth? Although my father is no longer participating in any imperial examinations, but he does not want his knowledge to regress, so he has to spare a lot of time to study every day. ”

Glancing at the young man in front of him very strangely, Xiao Wu said softly, "Aren't you like this too?" I can hear that you only sleep for six hours a day at most, get up to read and practice calligraphy, and never turn off the lights until late at night, and in the past year, because you have to participate in the imperial examination, you only sleep four hours a day, compared to you, my father is far worse! ”

The girl's words really embarrassed Zhang Jie, and he wanted to say that before, since he participated in the scientific examination, he had never touched a book again, but when he saw the other party's bright big eyes, he couldn't say anything.

I don't know how to drop, but I suddenly want to touch the books in my heart, as if there is a force pressing on the bottom of my heart and needs to explode, I got up from the ground, patted the dust on my body Zhang Jie smiled and said, "Is there a book?" I hadn't studied for a while, and my hands were itching. ”

"I have it in my room, come with me!" Even Xiao Wu, whose eyes were bent into crescents, led the way in front, but found that the young man had not moved, rolled his eyes, and said angrily: "Pedanty! ”

In the young man's stunned eyes, the girl reflexively took his hand and ran straight towards a secluded courtyard.

Run, run again, such a familiar scene, when Zhang Jie was thinking about this familiar scene, the girl had already taken Zhang Jie's hand and came to the girl's boudoir.

There are no imaginary red flowers and green grass, nor is it as innocent and splendid as imagined, on the contrary, the girl's boudoir is more like a book room, and there are too many books in the room.

When I looked up, I saw a pair of calligraphy and paintings pasted on the wall, the handwriting was delicate and tactful, and the words were like people, but the content written on it made Zhang Jie a little crying and laughing.

"The moon splashes the galaxy, and the road is long

The wind and smoke are gone, and the shadow is alone!

……”

This should belong to her, but she didn't want it to appear here, Zhang Jie deliberately looked at the payment on it.

In the third year of Yongle, Zhang Jie was nine years old at that time, and she had just been admitted to the middle school entrance examination, so to speak, as she said, she began to pay attention to herself in that year.

Although it is a girl's room, but there is no taboo place, the most in the room is still books, casually picked up a book from the desk, actually "University".

Zhang Jie doesn't know how many times I've read this book, after two months, I started it again, but I suddenly felt a sense of strangeness, shook his head with a slight wry smile, just haven't read for two months, I have this feeling, I really don't know what kind of situation will become if I don't touch the book for two months.

"The so-called self-cultivation is in the right heart, if the body is angry, it is not right, and if there is fear, it is not right."

Turning a page at random, reading the words on the book, the hidden impulse in my heart can't be suppressed, originally just read softly, but after a while, it became a soft reading, and after a while, it became a soft reading, and after a while, I couldn't suppress the desire in my heart, and it became a loud reading.

"If there is happiness, it will not be right, and if there is sorrow, it will not be right. Absent-mindedness, turning a blind eye, hearing but not smelling, eating without knowing its taste, this is called self-cultivation in the right heart. ”

Read aloud, but the more you read, the more enjoyable it becomes, the more you read, the more energetic you become, and the whole person seems to be slowly recovering the feeling of reading at night.

The ancients said that if they don't see each other for a day, they don't see each other for three autumns, but Zhang Jie hasn't touched a book for two months, but when he touches again, he is very kind.

It turned out that the feeling of having a brain ache when I saw a book was just my own excuse.

"Borrow me the book overnight, and I'll pay you back tomorrow morning!"

After a long time, Zhang Jie, who finally found his feelings, was no longer willing to put down the books in his hand, but looking at the starry light outside, he knew that it was time to go back, and after shaking the books in his hand, Zhang Jie planned to leave.

"That's not good, that book is my favorite, if you want to read it, unless you promise me a condition!"

Who knew that Zhang Jie was about to leave, Xiao Wu with a face on the side immediately strung to the front and leaned against the door of the house, with a pretty face full of pleading.

Zhang Jie, who was holding the book in his hand, was slightly stunned, groaned slightly, and chuckled: "If you make any messy requests, I won't break it!" ”

"What's a mess of demands? Are you overthinking? Sure enough, the quirky girl smiled, and then pointed to another poem on the wall about a shepherd boy riding a ox:

"Although what I saw was not bad, I always felt that something was missing, so you are a talented man, so let's write another poem for the little woman!"

Poetry, this is not too difficult to do, although there are not many poems in the mind, but a few particularly impressive are still firmly remembered in the mind, but the only thing to pay attention to is the dynasty, before the Ming Dynasty, after the Ming Dynasty?

Bowing his head and pondering for a moment, then smiling lightly, Zhang Jie whispered:

"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan?

Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable.

Lishan said that it was half a night away, and the tears and rain and zero bells did not complain.

How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day. ”

Zhang Jie doesn't like to show off poetry, because there is no goods in his stomach, for example, this "Magnolia Flower Order" is also forcibly written down because he likes the sentence "If life is only as first seen", there are only a few poems in the stomach, and it is standard to use one less poem, so, in the past, Zhang Jie will definitely not write poems in front of people.

Today, it can be regarded as a feeling, I picked up the lost books again in the Meng family, and I knew that the person in front of me was just a girl, and I didn't have too many scruples to pay attention to, and I felt something when I saw a song on the wall that I saw a few years ago, so I blurted it out!

When Zhang Jie, who was holding the book, left, the girl in the room still maintained this stunned posture, with a pair of beautiful eyes full of sluggish looks, for a long time, when he heard the sound of a young man reading in the distant guest room, this was a girl who had woken up and shook her head into the distance, and muttered:

"If life is only as it first sees, this sentence alone is worth a thousand words!"

It was as if at that moment, an indescribable complex taste came to my heart.