"And Ti Yin" - Wu Zixian

The origin of the flower moon is Hongmeng, and the moon has different profits and losses.

The evening smoke and autumn moon are the same tree, and the spring rain is blue and the flowers are green.

The double-branched cage flower is soaked in water, and a vine obstructs the moon and the moon.

If you want to see the true hue of the moon flower, the famous flower blooms at the beginning of the moon and rises to the east.

The mirror flowers and water and the moon are colorful, and the moon is shy and the flowers are colorful.

The moon solves the flower sorrow and is easy to thank, and the flower knows that the moon hates not always round.

I don't understand that the waning moon is like a crescent moon, and you need to know that flowering is falling flowers.

The moonlight entertains people to earn me, and the flower moon misses the year.

Pei Zhixian finished reading Zixian's poem, applauded and laughed: "In ancient times, Su Shi could not do without Huang Tingjian, and now there is Shen Xiangdao, there can be no Miss Chang. These three poems, each good at it, make the work of love more elegant. ”

Mr. Yunnong also silently finished reading Wu Zixian's poem, and couldn't help sighing: "Who knows that Miss Wu's work is not surprising, and there is a sense of surprise, which is touching." Like her, a girl, she has never had a teacher or a friend, and her poetry is so beautiful, it seems that she was really born. And the little girl is strong enough to make a poem, ignorant and half-understood, which is also very impressive. ”

"From this point of view, the two virtuous nephews were pressed down by the two girls!"

After Pei Zhixian finished with a smile, he picked up the last piece of brocade paper and raised it in mid-air, "Dao Gu's talent is not in poetry, I guess he will go off the rails and try to be ingenious." ”

Looking down, he laughed and said, "Look at you, sure enough, it's somewhere else...... Hey! This tone is inevitably ......"

"I'll see." Mr. Yunnong poked his head and was immediately shocked, "Literature is water, and they carry women; Women are water, they irrigate literature. This, how can this be true! Shen Kan. ”

"In!" Shen Kan, who had been prepared, shouted.

"You come over to the old man." Mr. Yunnong blew his beard and glared angrily, and slapped the table, "What is this?" The old man asked you, what is the matter with literature? From ancient times to the present, except for a few women, the rest are men! You're a bit of a bad thing, aren't you? You can't speak with your conscience just to please your wife. ”

In order to please the future mother-in-law, Shen Kan said calmly: "Sir, if there is no woman, how can you give birth to a man?" So even if a man becomes an emperor, it is a woman who is born, right? The same is true of the text, the ancients drank water and thought of the source, and the sons wrote brilliantly, which is the words irrigated by the mothers. ”

Mr. Yunnong and Pei Zhixian couldn't help but look at each other, and at the same time, one pointed and scolded "quibble", and the other scolded "cunning".

"Sure enough, the sword went off the rails, and I didn't hesitate to use this to compliment the wives." Mr. Yunnong shook his head speechlessly, "Shen Kan, Shen Kan, you are also well-intentioned!"

Pei Zhixian said funny: "Listen well, Shen Xiaozi's masterpiece, 'Men and women are like flowers, and they love each other in the wind and rain.'" Firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar tea, articles through the ages. How much do you know about sweeping your eyebrows, and the wind lives in the dust and the fragrance is endless. Mo Dao's article is a man's matter, and it will belong to the female Qinglian in the future'. ”

Shen Kan scratched his head embarrassedly, and there was already laughter behind the screen.

On the side, Miss Chang whispered to Wu Zixian: "Sister of the Wu family, this poem of the brother of the Shen family is really interesting, the little sister remembers that the sentence 'the wind lives in the dust and the fragrant flowers are endless' is taken from the first sentence of Li Qingzhao's "Wuling Spring", and the wind and the dust and fragrant flowers are exhausted."

"More than that." Wu Zixian smiled bitterly, "'How much do you know about sweeping eyebrows' is also taken from Wang Jian in the Tang Dynasty, I really don't know if he is talented or not, it's really a mess." ”

"Yes." Miss Chang blinked, "Sister Annoyance will tell the whole song." ”

Wu Zixian said: "The girls' school book by the bridge is closed. How much do you know about sweeping your eyebrows, it's better to manage the spring breeze. ”

"Well done." Miss Chang said heartily.

Indeed, the original poem was a tribute to the female literati of the time by the poets of the Tang Dynasty, and in short, Shen Kan's book was not read in vain. It's this one who slapped the of the women present...... Fortunately, it was courtship, otherwise it would have almost caused a blatant provocation to feudal society.

The eldest wife, Zhou, hurriedly said to Mrs. Wu, who was crying and laughing: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my fifth child always speaks amazingly at every turn, and often makes jokes about this."

The fourth wife, Sun, also said: "If you want to say that the fifth child respects women the most in the family, the fifth child is definitely the first, and this poem is also heartfelt."

"Yes." Mrs. Wu was overjoyed, and then said with a smile: "That's very rare."

At this time, Shen Xiangdao was anxious to ask to see Miss Chang's "Flower Moon Yin", and Shen Kan also came over when he saw this, asking for Zixian's "And Ti Yin".

Pei Zhixian said with a smile: "The relationship between the two girls' poems is not light, you two want to read it, but there is no reason to look at it in vain, you should drink three bowls first, the old man is afraid that you will not be able to measure it, so just one bowl."

Mr. Yunnong smiled at this, Shen Xiangdao hesitated, and resolutely said, "My nephew doesn't dare to resign."

"Good!" Pei Zhixian laughed and immediately ordered someone to pour him wine.

You are crazy? Shen Kan was speechless, a bowl of wine was nothing to him, but Xiangdao almost never drank alcohol.

I saw him pick up the wine bowl and drink it dry, and soon grinned hehehe, smirked, took Miss Chang's poem in a cute manner, read it for a long time, and said happily: "Good poem, look back at the work of the little nephew, forehead, thick branches and leaves."

Shen Kan shook his head, reached out to pick up the wine bowl, and drank it like water, nothing happened.

Pei Zhixian said with a smile: "Each has its own advantages, and it can't be generalized." Two virtuous nephews, why do you thank me?"

Without waiting for them to answer, Mr. Yunnong said: "Qiong Yao's report, from now on. Let's offer a bowl today and express our gratitude. ”

"This can be there." Shen Kan immediately dragged Shen Xiangdao, poured a bowl of wine, and respectfully sent it to Pei Zhixian.

Pei Zhixian drank an average amount of alcohol, but now he was in a good mood, and he didn't shirk it, and he drank it all happily. Putting down the bowl, he said to Mr. Yunnong: "The marriage proposal has been decided before, and it should have been a ceremony of appointment, and the younger brother has to go beyond the bounds, because although the parents agree, the children may not be happy, and now I have read these four poems, and the meaning seems to be undoubted, so I must do it this month."

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As soon as the sky was bright, Shen Kan got up, because of yesterday's incident, he couldn't sleep, God really favored him more and more, and he had such a beautiful daughter-in-law.

I didn't want to alarm anyone, so I quietly got out of bed, gently pushed open the door, and walked out.

Walking through the village, the eastern sky has been covered with clouds, which obscure the sun, revealing circles of golden halos, reflected in the canals, also rippling with golden light.

The light morning mist rises on the water surface, a typical feeling of smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and on the dark and dreary woods in the distance, the true face of the red sun suddenly appears, and for a time the sun shines on the road, this kind of scenery is simply indescribable.

Shen Kan is forgetful to watch, in a good mood, and feels poetic and picturesque when he sees everything, not to mention the first-class beauty.

Suddenly, someone behind him coughed lightly a few times, and he quickly turned around, it turned out to be the voice made by Sister Chunmei, who was holding a large roll of cloth in her arm.

Shen Kan asked, "Why did you get up so early?"

"Isn't the Fifth Young Master too?" Sister Chunmei smiled, "Today is the day of the market, what's the matter?" Would you like to go to the market too?"

"By the way, let's go to the market today." Shen Kan remembered.

Sister Chunmei said: "Speaking of which, I would like to thank the fifth young master for giving me a good idea."

It turned out that the women of Shenjia Village had always regarded the woven cloth as their own private house, for fear of being ruined in the hands of their husbands, so they argued that the cloth was sold for money to be used as a household Yunyun, so the men in Shenjia Village were at their own disposal, and even some families even let their wives sell the cloth in the market by themselves.

At first, Sister Chunmei observed a sister-in-law in the same village, whose family used to be very poor, and later weaved cloth and sold it in the city.

But Shen Dazhu is good at drinking and gambling, making friends, and being decent, where will he let his wife save private money? Besides, she couldn't weave a piece of cloth herself in a month.

It doesn't make much money to wash clothes and sheets for the school, and once Shen Kan gave her an idea.

This month, Sister Chunmei buys cloth from women in the village who are inconvenient to go out, and then takes it to the street to sell it, so that she can also earn a lot of money in a while.