66, the way down the mountain

The day's make-up classes finally ended in the afternoon.

Qingfeng and Jiang Wan said goodbye to the old couple of forest rangers, held hands with each other, and walked together on the way down the mountain.

When going up the mountain, because they stopped in front of the waterfall, climbed the valley of Huaxi, wandered in the sea of wild chrysanthemums around the amphitheater, admired the red leaves of the West Mountain, breathed the fresh air in the big forest, and overlooked the whole view of Beijing City on the top of the mountain, all these scenery had already made them excited, so when they went down the mountain, the two of them chatted while walking, which seemed so quiet and leisurely.

After the two fell in love, although they had a picnic in Baiwang Mountain Forest Park at eleven, because Li Yimeng and Yu Fangfang were present, the two did not have time to be alone together, although they also enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the forest park, and there was no intimate communication.

Now that the work of making up for the day has been completed, there is no burden in my heart at all, and the effect of today's make-up class is quite good, in exchange for the best mood of the two of them.

The conversation with the old couple of the ranger also gave the two young people who are in their first love some insight. So the conversation revolves around the rules of getting along with couples.

Jiang Wan held Qingfeng's arm and said sweetly, "Do you think that in the future, we will stick to it for the rest of our lives like that old couple?" ”

Qingfeng said easily, "Why not?" As long as we have a normal heart, like them, and live a peaceful life together, it will definitely be longer and sweeter than what they hold onto. ”

Jiang Wan said meaningfully, "We are just beginning our relationship now, and I already feel very happy, when I think of the days we were together, I can't mention how happy." You have a lot of things to do, you have been taking care of me lately, I went to be a tutor, you still went to pick me up, today is the same, using Sunday to make up lessons for the students, you not only came with us, but also gave a lesson to the students, why are you so good to me? ”

Qingfeng smiled and said, "You are so young, so beautiful, and you are still a talented woman, you can take a fancy to me, a poor boy who came out of the mountains, how can I not be good to you?" ”

Jiang Wan felt a little uncomfortable when he heard the words she used, and said with disgust, "I don't allow you to belittle yourself so much, who is born rich, family can't be chosen, we can't say this after we are together, you are so good, why can't I love you?" ”

Qingfeng saw that she was a little unhappy, and hurriedly coaxed her to say, "I don't mean that, you don't have to be so sensitive, what kind of person am I?" You know best in your heart, just relax when you talk to each other, don't have so many taboos, as long as we have the same heart. ”

Walked down one side of the hillside, on the top of the other side of the hillside, there is a white pavilion, in the lush forest, it is particularly dazzling, surrounded by plum blossoms and elm leaf plums, and some plum blossoms are dotted sporadically, here in spring and winter, it must be the place where plum blossoms bloom, there is a signboard, it says plum garden, this pavilion must be the most beautiful place to enjoy plum blossoms.

Two people walked into the white pavilion hand in hand, and looked at it, there is just one of the most bright red red leaves in the col, and it is also the best place to watch the red leaves.

Red is originally the color of passion, two young people who fell in love for the first time, the fiery love affair is like a red leaf, like a burning fire, burning hot in the hearts of two people, feeling this fiery environment, red, it is really a true portrayal of the current feelings of two people.

The young poetess, poetry is maturing in her chest, can't help but say to her lover, "This is not so much a plum garden, but a red leaf garden, the red leaves on both sides of the surrounding highway are like the sun, and the red leaves in the distant col are bursting out of the light like fire, it is really like what is written in the poem, the frost leaves are red in February flowers, we are in this environment, only to feel that the poet is writing vividly, this is the poet of the Tang Dynasty, in this poem, the white clouds and red leaves, It's all written to the extreme level, and that's what makes me feel it. ”

Qingfeng saw his lover beside him, a little bit of poetry, and said to her softly, "The language of poetry is highly condensed feelings, poetry is words, poetry is lyrical, this is the truth." During the morning tour, I also filled in a poem in my spare time, so let's see if I can express the description of the autumn leaves. ”

Qingfeng said as she took out a small tablet, opened it, and presented it to her lover.

Like a dream

Autumn leaves in Nishiyama

In the middle of autumn, the sky is high and the wind is sudden,

The dense forests of the West Mountains are still the same.

early dyeing of colored leaves,

Don't worry about the frost and cold branches.

Red, red,

Tourists love it.

After Jiang Wan read it word by word, he was moved by his lover's feelings, every word and word were used so accurately, especially the two overlapping words, "red through, red through" is really too accurate to write the red leaves. There is also the sentence "The colored leaves are dyed early, and the frost and cold branches are not worried." In addition to writing about the autumn leaves, she also described the state of the autumn leaves withering, and she really admired it from the bottom of her heart.

Jiang Wan suppressed his excitement and said to her softly and slowly, "How do you think of filling in a poem?" ”

Qingfeng smiled, "It's been a long time since I came out to enjoy the beauty of nature, and after coming here today, I saw so many beautiful scenery, and I couldn't help but write something, I wrote in a hurry, and asked the poet to give more valuable advice." ”

Jiang Wan was praised by her like this, but his face was a little unbearable, "I don't dare to be a poet in front of you, although everyone likes the long and short sentences I wrote, but I know that there is still a difference compared to you." When did you start writing lyrics? ”

Qingfeng said slowly, "We are now holding a poetry appreciation class, one of which is poetry rhythm and writing, writing some specific things and filling in some words, which is the practice required in the class. When you learn this course in the future, you must be more talented than me, because you have the foundation to create poetry, aragonite is originally very beautiful, and writing words requires more aesthetic feelings, so your creation in the future will be amazing. ”

Jiang Wan heard that she was complimenting herself again, although she was still so absent on the surface, and even a little ridiculous, but it sounded very comfortable in her heart, and she was a little happy in her heart. Falling in love with such a lover who is good at praising others, her sweet words are rarely used by many girls, but her mouth is still unforgiving, "You are so sweet again, I really can't help you." Let's just make another poem here, do you write poems or lyrics? ”

Qingfeng looked at her, and then said with a smile, "Are you trying to let me complete the proposition essay?" I can, you might as well write a close poem, so that you can use Chinese words more accurately, and it is a kind of consolidation exercise for phonetic knowledge, of course, if you don't want to be limited by the rhythm, you can also write your best modern poems. ”

Jiang Wan also said with interest, "You write about red leaves, then I will write about Ganye chrysanthemum, that golden dream, it seems that no one has praised her with poetry, it's really a bit unfair." ”

Qingfeng said, "Then let's get started." ”

Jiang Wan quickly wrote it.

Gannomile

The mountains are fragrant,

Small flowers are more fragrant.

This is a wild seedling,

The garden shines brightly.

The breeze was also quickly completed.

Sauvignon Blanc

Tour the West Mountains

Red West Mountain, Yellow West Mountain, the mountain is far away, the sky is high frost and the leaves are cold. Xiangyue Oak Forest Garden.

Chrysanthemums bloom, red leaves remain, poetic and picturesque do not want to return. The long pavilion is leisurely.

Although Jiang Wan's poem is short, it writes the small flower of Ganye chrysanthemum to the extreme, and writes her wildness specially, so it should be a wonderful little poem, with five quatrains, and the rhythm is very clear. In contrast, Qingfeng's Sauvignon Blanc, You Xishan wrote the red leaves and sweet chrysanthemum in it, and the lingering of the two people in the poetry and painting is also very accurately expressed. In particular, the fact that the red leaves of Xishan is Huang Qi is pointed out, and the position of the two people in the viewing pavilion is also written into the words, which makes people feel a little substitution.

Two college students from the College of Liberal Arts, in love, use their talents and emotions to carry out in-depth exchanges in this special way, not only have the feelings of love, but also have an elegant sentiment, as if they are romantic and talented people will be delicate, poetic and picturesque, this scene, this picture is so enviable.

Jiang Wan looked at Qingfeng's words, and still raised objections, "Senior brother, why do you want to use words like "Fengyue Xian" Fengyue Xian? It makes people look a little associative, and our normal relationship is almost written as cheating on each other, in short, this word is not elegant, and it should be changed to a more beautiful word. ”

Qingfeng thought about it carefully, and then asked her, "Then what word do you say is better?" Have you thought of a good word to replace? ”

Jiang Wan's eyes rolled, and he quickly blurted out, "But is it okay to change the word Fengyue to style?" The word Fengyue is a bit rotten, and it is still a bit derogatory, for example, some people describe Fengyue Field, which is not a good place. Style is different, although the meaning is a little similar, but style is a neutral word, so people will not sound associated, do you say? ”

Qingfeng smiled and said, "Actually, in ancient times, this word was also a neutral word, but it was used by people later. It's good to use the word style, and it seems to be all kinds of style, you are really my one-word teacher. ”

This is what it looks like after the word is changed.

Sauvignon Blanc

Tour the West Mountains

Red West Mountain, Yellow West Mountain, the mountain is far away, the sky is high frost and the leaves are cold. Xiangyue Oak Forest Garden.

Chrysanthemums bloom, red leaves remain, poetic and picturesque do not want to return. The pavilion is leisurely.

Poetry is like this, it affects the whole body, don't look at just a change in one word, this word has changed a lot, it seems that she still writes the accumulation of poetry, and her sensitivity to words is really incomparable. Many famous poets, whether they are writing poems or filling in words, they will repeatedly scrutinize and move accurately, so that the poetry and word meaning are more accurate, and the sentences are more vivid.

Qingfeng felt that after the change of this poem, it better expressed this situation, so he said to her, "In the future, I guess that I will be better at writing poetry, especially filling in words, a delicate person like you, I am so particular about every word and every word, and the words you fill in will be particularly beautiful, I look forward to your work." ”

Jiang Wan did not climb along the pole, but put forward a new proposition, "Senior brother, you see that we finally came out once, and communicated with poetry, I think it is particularly interesting, just now we wrote about different scenes, and now we write about the same scenery?" You see that it is now the sunset, the afterglow of the sunset reflects the West Mountain, the already red leaves, become more fiery, we will write a seven-character quatrain, how about it? ”

Qingfeng saw that her interest was so high, so she agreed with her and said, "Then let's write another one." ”

Jiang Bang's poems were written quickly, and it didn't take long to complete.

Sunset

Jiang Bang

Sky high clouds light west mountain view,

Autumn leaves are all over the place.

The sunset reflects the autumn leaves,

The sunset is full of red.

Sunset

breeze

Xishan barrier protects the capital,

The sunset glows on the autumn breeze.

The red leaves on the mountain reflect the clouds,

Wanshan is red all over the place, more lyrical.

The two poems are put together, it can be said that they are equally divided, the two people are impressed by each other's talents, they hold each other's hands tightly, in the afterglow of the end of the day, clothed in colorful glow, their hearts are closer.