The night before the summer solstice arrives, with a hint of coolness.

Xia Yang, happiness is to treat others with a smile when you are sad.

Luo Yan smiled slightly, listened on the side, and said a few words from time to time.

During the whole conversation, Liu Ruixuan listened on the side.

Xia Yang, who suddenly broke into his life, Luo Yan, who appeared inexplicably, really reminded him.

I always thought that I was well disguised, and my joy and anger were no longer visible, but a little deeper, but I was seen through by others at a glance in a few short lines of dialogue.

Liu Ruixuan sighed slightly, lowered his head, and looked at the fallen leaves that fell at his feet.

Deciduous trees, cold lights and lonely nights.

Who wouldn't hang a book bag, quite a year, he is also a good hand at playing poetry!

Ahem, it doesn't seem right.

Liu Ruixuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and glanced at it again, the fallen leaves under his feet, the fallen leaves are full of red and do not sweep.

This is good, poetic!

Well?

The familiar eyes, the familiar frost hitting the eggplant face.

What does that casual glance mean?

Actually winked at him and winked.

Squeezing eyebrows? Sending autumn waves tomorrow? Eyebrow flirtation?

Ahem, he didn't see anything.

Liu Ruixuan said goodbye.

He didn't hear anything.

I don't understand what their sudden switch of poetry appreciation is.

Rather than so, it is better to be silent.

Then he should make a quiet screen next to him.

"If life is only as it first sees."

Luo Yan's voice came faintly.

What? Why did you change the topic again and talk about happiness well?

"What's the matter, the autumn wind is sad, and the fan is painted." Xia Yang's face was calm, "The first thing I saw was Li Bai's sentence, I knew it was so stumbling, how could I not know each other at the beginning." ”

"Huh? I haven't heard of it, can Li Bai have such a long-term poem? Luo Yan glanced at Xia Yang, and then looked at Liu Ruixuan.

Ahem, what is he doing?

He is not Li Bai.

Liu Ruixuan silently rolled his eyes in his heart, he is not Xia Yang either!

Which poem is this? How he didn't know.

"Three-five-seven words, autumn wind words." Xia Yang bowed slightly.

"Three-five-seven words?" Luo Yan was slightly stunned, and her tone rose, "I haven't heard of it." ”

Liu Ruixuan raised his eyebrows slightly,

He has only heard of three or five groups, seven heroes and five righteousness, what three five seven words?

He hadn't heard of it either!

"Huh?" Xia Yang responded, and glanced at Luo Yan and Liu Ruixuan left and right, "Haven't you heard of it?" ”

"Hmm." Luo Yan nodded, "Senior Xia Yang, are you sure this is Li Taibai's poem?" ”

Well! Isn't it misremembering?

Liu Ruixuan also glanced at Xia Yang.

Bi Yi, Li Taibai's poetic style, they are too familiar.

"Nope." Xia Yang's voice came.

No? Liu Ruixuan looked at Xia Yang when he heard this, was he teasing them?

"What does Senior Xia Yang mean?" Luo Yan glanced at Liu Ruixuan uncertainly, and then looked at Xia Yang with a little doubt, "Senior misremembered?" ”

"Nope." Xia Yang laughed loudly.

No? Ahem, what does this mean?

Liu Ruixuan glanced at Xia Yang with slanted eyes, one on the left is not the other on the right, what does it mean?

When he's mentally retarded!

Liu Ruixuan retracted his gaze, raised his eyebrows, and quietly took two steps back.

It is better to live without bamboo than to eat without meat.

Braised elbow, braised pork, braised pig's trotters, he came.

"Oh." Luo Yan suddenly laughed, "That's right, Li Bai's poetic style has always been heroic and unrestrained, fresh and elegant, rich in imagination, wonderful artistic conception, wonderful language, romanticism, and clear ideas." ”

Ahem, Liu Ruixuan, who took two steps back, couldn't help but roll his eyes in the air.

This Luo Yan is also a "talent", and the words are like bubbles of goldfish, string after string!

"This is not Li Bai's poem." Xia Yang chuckled.

Ahem! When Liu Ruixuan heard this, he looked at Xia Yang, and a trace of contempt slipped through his eyes.

Finally gave him a chance to despise Xia Yang.

The expression on Luo Yan's face turned, and slowly returned to the slightly raised chin and slightly proud expression just now, glanced at Xia Yang, turned his head to look at Liu Ruixuan, and gently spit out two words, "Senior." ”

Ahem, senior?

What's the matter with him?

Liu Ruixuan was stunned for a moment, he is not Xia Yang!

He's not Li Bai either!

Who this poem is, he doesn't care, he doesn't interest!

He's only interested in late-night snacks now!

Let the two of them go, the mountains and rivers will go to the Yazi period.

He's just a layman!

"Huh?" Liu Ruixuan responded, haded his eyelids, glanced at Luo Yan, and slowly lowered his eyes.

"Senior, I want to ......" Luo Yan looked at Liu Ruixuan, with a bright smile on her white face, which was extremely soft under the orange street lamp.

"Don't ask him," Xia Yang took two steps back, reached out and put his hand on Liu Ruixuan's shoulder, patted it lightly, and said with a smile, "He doesn't know either." ”

Well? He doesn't know?

Liu Ruixuan glanced deeply at Xia Yang, Luo Yan hadn't asked a question yet!

It's too arbitrary.

"The autumn breeze is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws are frightened. When do you know when you will see each other? It's embarrassing to be on this night! ”

Xia Yang turned his head to look at the sunset in the west, and said quietly, "Enter my lovesick door, know that I am lovesick, long and long-lasting, and short-term lovesickness is infinite. ”

Wind, moon, leaves, night, acacia.

These are all cherry blossoms at this moment

Liu Ruixuan looked up at the sky, and then looked down at the fallen leaves under his feet.

Xia Yang is afraid that he is convulsive again.

However, it sounds quite poetic.

Especially those few sentences, Sauvignon Blanc is long and remembrance, and Sauvignon Blanc is infinite. He doesn't feel the same way.

As soon as I knew the bitterness of lovesickness, I tasted the bitterness of lovesickness.

Suddenly I thought of Stendhal's epitaph: lived, loved, written.

Ahem, Xia Yang is pretending to be a literati and a scholar, using words to pay tribute to the past and present ten years of bitter love?

"This is Li Bai's words, not poetry." Xia Yang's voice came, a familiar smiling face, a familiar breeze.

What? Li Bai also wrote lyrics?

What about good Tang poems and Song lyrics?

Such a chic poet, there are times when you are lovesick?

Liu Ruixuan raised his head and looked at the bright moon above his head, thinking about the red beans that everyone can taste!

Even the poet fairy Li Bai, who likes to drink alone with Mochizuki, is not immune to vulgarity.

Painting idle among the rain flowers, reclining on the painting screen to think about the past. In the south of the Yangtze River, where apricot blossoms and smoke rain, green grass overflows the river embankment.

On a summer night in early June, the moonlight begins to shine slightly. Occasionally, in the warm breeze, read an ancient word and listen to a song of ancient acacia.

I can't help but think of that long ago, the man in white clothes and white robes, elegant and handsome, full of talent, walked slowly in the forest where the sun was about to fall, drinking a pot of turbid wine and blowing a pipe of hole flute.

The voice was light and faint, from far to near, gradually clear, clear, graceful, when the leaves of the forest were drifting, when the afterglow was gradually fading away, one by one, one by one, night after night, like a lonely heartbeat in a dream.

According to the sound of the flute, when the moonlight is getting brighter, in the night, in the full court, between the words and paintings, I miss the cold calm and refined elegance.

In the south of the Yangtze River in June, the moon is sparse and the stars are sparse, the grass is green, the warm wind is gusting, reading a clear word, bathing in the orange light, and recalling a song that belongs to the early summer of the south of the Yangtze River......

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