"Is this poem really that good?" As soon as she heard the woman's praise at this time, the maid couldn't help but move, and hurriedly poked her head in front of the half-wet rice paper, and said anxiously: "Sister also let the slave and maid see ......."

The woman smiled and lowered the rice paper, reflecting the light of the lantern and placing it in front of her eyes. 《〈《

"Hmm...... Some of the words in this sentence are also understood, and the double embankment refers to the white embankment and the Sugong embankment, which are on the side of the bridge...... It should be the side of the broken bridge......"

"What is the meaning of the idiotic words on the side of the Shuangdi Bridge, and the whole sentence of the waves of the West Lake?"

What does the whole sentence mean...... Let the slave think about it...... Well...... It should be that the poet's idiotic words fell into the lake and were overshadowed by the sound of the waves, and annihilated in it...... Well, that's a pity......"

The meaning of this sentence is not difficult to understand, so the maid understood after thinking for a while, but then she frowned: "Sister, this last sentence of the slave maid doesn't understand very well, the slave maid heard my sister mention it before, Xizi refers to the beautiful Xi Shi of the Wuyue period, but why is it 'not good to meet Xizi pen' at this time?" Could it be that only when he meets the beautiful Xi Shi will he write about his lovesickness, so he likes Xi Shi? ”

"Originally, Xizi did refer to Xi Shi, but in this poem it is different, in fact, Xizi still refers to West Lake." The woman chuckled lightly and continued to explain to her: "In my guess, this poem is borrowed from Mr. Dongpo's "If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always appropriate to wear heavy makeup", Mr. Dongpo compared the West Lake to the West Lake in the poem, and this person did the opposite, referring to the West Lake, well, it should be like this...... If it weren't for that, it wouldn't make sense. ”

But why should this man bother? It's okay to go straight to "don't meet the West Lake pen", you have to go around in circles so that the slave maid can't understand, it's really boring......" The maid muttered with her mouth puffed.

"Hehe, the reason why it is written like this, naturally there is a reason, first, he does not want to repeat the word "West Lake" in the previous sentence of "falling West Lake and the waves", so he used Xizi instead, and secondly, he also used poetry to conceal his memories and remembrances of Mr. Dongpo, after all, West Lake can have today, Mr. Dongpo has contributed a lot, so he is supplemented by Mr. Dongpo's poems, so that Mr. Dongpo's high reputation has added a lot to his poems, and he has secretly praised Mr. Dongpo...... It's really a lot of things to count in one fell swoop, and this person is very thoughtful......" The woman smiled and groaned, and it was hard to hide her love for the poem.

"But this man's signature is so strange! How are those words? The maid couldn't help but say, "I've confirmed my eyes, I've met the right person...... Well, it's quite charming to read, and it seems to give people a faint sense of melancholy, maybe ...... It's because we haven't been able to meet the right eyes! If you meet it, your mood seems to be enlightened all of a sudden, a simple vernacular, but it can make people have two completely different feelings, and you have to sigh......"

The woman stared at this line of words and slowly fell silent, originally she was still amazed by this poem, but she didn't notice the line of words in the signature, and now it was mentioned by the maid, and her heart couldn't help but fall into this sentence, although this vernacular has no rhetorical modification, back to basics, are simple common words, but they can go straight to the depths of the heart, and unconsciously resonate with the reader.

"This person is very talented...... the woman couldn't help but praise lightly, then raised her head and looked around, as if she wanted to find the author of this poem, but among so many people, how could she find Lin Xifeng, even if she saw it, it was impossible to know that this poem was written by him.

“…… Sister, you don't want to get acquainted with this person......" Seeing the woman's expression, the maid couldn't help but think of this stubble, and her face suddenly became bitter.

"Why not?"

"Sister, don't forget our identity, we are not free, even if you are in love with this person? Not only will my mother not agree to this marriage, but she will also beat you and scold you, sister, don't be rash, and this person is not signed, it seems that she is destined to have no fate with her sister, let's go back quickly......"

When the woman heard this, she was silent for a while, then sighed faintly, lowered her eyes, and smiled hard: "I didn't think about it so much, I just thought it was to meet a friend with poetry to talk about, which is not bad." ”

After finishing, he picked up the hem of his clothes and walked towards the poetry club.

"Sister, what are you doing! Even if my sister wants to find this person, in this vast crowd, how can my sister know who this person is? The maid hurriedly followed, and hurriedly persuaded the woman.

"I have a way to get him out on his own, you wait and see!" The woman ignored the maid's persuasion, walked to a stall, bought a square piece of paper to transcribe the poem, and then wanted to walk towards the poetry meeting.

"Sister! You can't do this! The maid couldn't care about humility anymore, hurriedly ran to the woman, opened her hands to block her way, and said in a panic: "Sister, the slave knows that she shouldn't commit the crime, but the slave and maid are all for the good of the sister!" To do what we do, we must cut off the seven emotions and six desires, otherwise we will fall into a place of no return, and at that time, it will be ourselves who suffer! ”

When the woman heard this, the jade hand holding the rice paper loosened slightly, her eyes glanced at the moon, and she pursed her red lips, and then clenched her hand harder: "Yue, you just let me be willful this time!" I just want to get acquainted with this person, and I don't dare to have him think, after all, in the spring of next year, I will be fifteen years old, and my mother will arrange for me to pick up guests, if I return without success today, then I want to find this person, the chance will be even slimmer, and now he should still be here, this is my only chance to find him, it is not easy to have a confidant in life, I don't want to let myself leave regrets here. ”

"Sister, you just took him as a confidant based on this poem? Why bother? ”

"If it's not a confidant, then the right should be my admiration for this person's talent......" The woman staggered the maid sideways and walked straight towards the person in charge of the poetry club.

The person in charge of the poetry club is named Zhong Kang, who is more than half a hundred years old, this person is also quite talented, and has a high reputation in Hangzhou.

"Sir, the woman has a masterpiece here, and I am willing to share it with all of you." The woman stepped forward and respectfully handed the paper to Zhong Kang, who was slightly stunned, after all, the ancients followed that women are virtuous if they are not talented, and most of the scholars and literati are men, and there are few women. ”

"Sir misunderstood, this poem was not written by a woman, but by chance on a paper boat in the lake, because I felt that this work was excellent, so I took it to share with you, as for the author of this poem, the woman also did not know." The woman bowed elegantly to Zhong Kang and said with a smile.

"Oh? If this poem is really a masterpiece, why doesn't this person bring it to the poetry meeting to make a name for himself? Zhong Kang was obviously a little suspicious and frowned slightly.

"The woman is also puzzled, sir, it's better to take a look at this work first!" The woman had also expected Zhong Kang's suspicions, so she smiled and changed the topic, and after this, she retreated and left, standing far away from the poetry club and waiting quietly......