After three rounds of drinking, Wu Ruotang sighed, looked around at the surrounding scenery, and said loudly: "It's great to meet Mr. tonight." Wu Moujie Wufu, although he was intoxicated with the scenery tonight, he couldn't say why. Mr. is a scholar, I don't know if I can sing the scenery tonight, so that we can often remember the days in the future. ”

Li Wuji stared at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, smiling silently, as if he was in deep thought.

Shan Wanjing smiled and said, "Brother Wu, I heard that you are also both civil and military, so if you want me to say, you should compose a poem first!" ”

Wu Ruotang smiled bitterly and said, "Forget it, I once recited a poem to Tianmu Mountain." As a result, everyone around me was shocked! They advised me not to touch books in the future for the sake of the world. ”

Hearing this, Li Wuji and Shan Wanjing became interested at the same time, and asked in unison: "What a powerful poem this is!" Let's hear it. ”

Wu Ruotang's rare old face turned red and said, "You don't have to laugh at me." ”

"No, no, of course not, how can it be?" Shan Wanjing and Li Wuji shook their heads again and again.

"Actually, I think this poem has some meaning, but for some reason, no one knows how to appreciate it. Listen. Wu Ruotang stood up with great interest, faced the Yangtze River, and said loudly: "Tianmu Mountain is a big iron rod, with a sharp and thin seat and a wide bottom, if you can poke a hole in the sky, make a Jade Emperor to the world." He shook his head for a while.

Shan Wanjing had just taken a sip of wine into her throat, and when she heard this chant, she hurriedly covered Shangsanlu with her hand, sprayed the wine into her sleeve, and turned her body away with a flushed face, pretending to enjoy the scenery.

Li Wuji put the wine in his hand back on the table with trembling hands, and after a long time of supporting the case, he said aloud: "Although Brother Wu's poem is a little sparse, it is very creative and has its own style. It has a more novel flavor than the writing of us pedantic scholars. ”

Wu Ruotang laughed heartily. Said triumphantly: "Thank you, sir, for the compliment." It's a pity that those illiterate guys are not there, otherwise they would have been impressed by me when they heard what Mr. said. Then, please ask the gentleman to make a poem as well. Thank you for such a good night today. ”

Li Wuji felt the chivalrous spirit of Wu Ruotang and Shan Wanjing, stood up on the bow of the boat, overlooking the moonlight scenery on the river, and fell into deep thought.

At this time, it was nearly three watches. I don't know if it's because the air is too fresh, or the evening breeze is too lingering, but the moonlight tonight is so bright that it makes people feel a dazzling feeling.

The fishing fire in the distance seemed to have dimmed, and the sound of the fishermen's women pounding their clothes by the river became silent. It seems that only the roaring sound of the tide of the river and the sea is left between heaven and earth.

The moonlight is smeared on the surrounding scenery like mercury, and the riverside is suspiciously covered with snow, and the water in the river is sparkling, as if the lights of the downtown city are gathered on the river. At the end of the horizon, the river is horizontal, and the waves are gathered. Like a silver thread connecting heaven and earth, it floats and flutters, changing like a god.

"The Yangtze River flows horizontally with spring tides, and the jade rabbit in Zhongtian has risen since then. The ripples are thousands of miles, and the moon is bright in hundreds of rivers and rivers. Li Wuji groaned, and sighed in his heart, although this poem is good, it is still not enough to describe today's scene. He turned around and saw Wu Ruotang and Shan Wanjing at a loss, and hurriedly asked, "The two." I don't know what to advise. ”

Wu Ruotang hesitated and said: "I think this poem is still very good, but it is not very courageous. ”

Li Wuji frowned and said, "How can you say this?" ”

Wu Ruotang thought for a while and said, "We are people who walk the rivers and lakes. Every day, every time I look at a landscape, I always think about what I will see after that. It's like seeing the Yangtze River will think of the East China Sea, and when you see Shushan, you will think of Chengdu. Today, when I put a boat on the river, I thought of the tide hundreds of miles away. Mr. did not mention a single sea character in his poem, which made me feel lost. ”

Li Wuji's heart moved. Said: "If you chant about the scenery, it is natural to give priority to the close-up view. But Brother Wu's words were even higher. ”

Wu Ruotang saw him praising him, and his heart was even more happy, and said: "It's better to be like this, the first two sentences are changed to: The spring river tide is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea rises together." There is a tide and a sea, a river and a moon, it is really pleasant to listen to. ”

Shan Wanjing smiled, nodded to Wu Ruotang, and said: "The following two sentences can be: Thousands of miles with the waves, where there is no moon in the spring river." The whole world is illuminated by the moonlight, compared to hundreds of rivers and rivers, but what? ”

Li Wuji silently read it a few times, suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, rushed to the table, raised the wine jar, poured half of the jar of fine wine into his stomach, shook his hand, threw the wine jar far into the river, laughed for a long time, and said: "Listening to your words is better than reading for ten years." Li has been immersed in poetry and literature all his life, and has never reached such a state. ”

He rushed to the side of the boat and shouted at the light boat he was on: "Scholar, bring pen and ink, hurry!" ”

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy stepped out in response, jumped onto the boat with his hands and feet, and quickly placed the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone in front of Li Wuji.

Before the little boy could polish the ink, Li Wuji couldn't wait to grab the pen, wave it like a cloud of smoke, and quickly write on the paper.

The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together.

Thousands of miles with the waves, where there is no moon in the spring river.

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlit flowers and forests are like hail.

The frost in the air does not fly, and the white sand on the Ting cannot be seen.

Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky.

Who first saw the moon on the riverside? When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year?

Life has been infinite for generations, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

The white clouds are gone, and the green maple is not worried.

Who's going to be in the boat tonight? Where is Acacia Moon Tower?

Poor upstairs wandering for the moon, should be taken away from the makeup mirror.

The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the clothes are smashed and the anvil is returned.

At this time, we don't hear each other, and we are willing to shine on you month by month.

The wild goose flies for a long time, and the fish and dragon dive into the water.

Last night, the dream of the idle pool fell, and the poor spring did not return home.

The river flows to the end of spring, and the moon falls in the river and the lake slopes westward.

The oblique moon sinks into the sea fog, and the stone Xiaoxiang has an infinite road.

I don't know how many people will return to the moon, and the falling moon will shake the river trees.

After reading this poem, Wu Ruotang and Shan Wanjing applauded in unison.

"It's a good sentence who first saw the moon on the river, and when did the river moon shine at the beginning of the year. What a wonderful question. Even if Fan Zeng and Jiang Ziya come, they can't answer easily! Wu Ruotang couldn't help but sigh.

"Last night's idle pool dream fell into flowers, and the poor spring didn't return home. Thinking of the woman of an ordinary fisherman's family, there is such sadness every night, how can I not feel it in my heart. Shan Wanjing was also deeply infected.

Li Wuji read his poem aloud over and over again, looked up to the sky and smiled, took the poem scroll into his arms, and gave Wu Ruotang and Shan Wanjing a deep sigh, and said: "If I hadn't met the virtuous brothers and sisters tonight, Xiaosheng would have asked himself if he would have had no chance to chant this poem in this life." Wu Ruotang and Shan Wanjing looked at each other and smiled, and at the same time saluted. (To be continued.) )