"Oh?" Everyone couldn't help but be surprised when they heard this, and then they all shook their heads and laughed, Meng Haoran waved his fingers and said dissatisfiedly: "Mr. Wuliu, it turns out that you are waiting here again!" Grabbing the head of today's poetry meeting is not like what people in the mountains and wilderness should do! ”

"Haha~" As soon as Meng Haoran's voice fell, everyone just burst into laughter, and they all agreed with their heads in agreement: "Yes, yes, what Haoran said is exactly what we want to say!" ”

"Yes! Although Mr. Wuliu is returning to the countryside to live a leisurely life, he is not a villager! ”

Wang Weitan flicked his sleeves solemnly and firmly, and the middle-aged man in the white shirt and smile on the side, Bai Lotian and Bai Juyi, nodded in agreement, and looked at each other with admiration: "What Zizhan said is exactly, although Mr. Wuliu is not famous, but his literary heart and courage are unforgettable for Lotte's admiration, what he saw that day can not be forgotten so far, it is really quiet, and the heart of admiration is harmonious!" ”

Bai Juyi gave up his admiration, and Du Fu, a Confucian scholar, stroked his beard and deeply felt: "The domain of life of the Yuan and Ming dynasties for a long time, poetry is natural and song is born, Xuanyan is simple and contains philosophy, and the way of daily life is literate, even Zhuangzi and his old man are praised by name, and they are endless!" It's really plain and plain Yuan Ming language, Xuan Xuan Li Li Wuliu poem! ”

"Zimei's words are wrong!"

"Oh?" A word suddenly came out from the side, everyone couldn't help but look at each other in confusion, Du Fu looked at Su Dongpo on the side of the Buddha seal, looking at him holding his iron crown proudly, his eyes were smiling, but his face was extremely solemn, he stretched out his hand and pointed and asked in a deep voice: "Zizhan, you said that it is really the right law to be too white and wrong, however, how can I Du Zimei be wrong?" ”

"Goo Dong~" Du Fu's question fell, and Li Bai beside him was a big drinker, and said angrily: "Zimei, that's not a second mistake, just a small mistake!" Big mistake, I'm Li Taibai, I don't admit it! ”

"Oh, Taibai, if you don't recognize it, you won't admit it, why are you angry!" Meng Haoran patted his shoulders to appease, and after Li Bai drank again and his face returned to his elegance, he turned his eyes and said solemnly: "It doesn't matter if Taibai doesn't recognize it, as long as we recognize it, the world recognizes it, isn't it good?" ”

"Haha!"

Everyone laughed again, even Mr. Wuliu Tao Yuanming laughed for it, but Li Bai angrily dragged his hand and said, "Meng Haoran, you ......"

"I'm here, I'm around, don't scream!" Meng Haoran hurriedly interrupted Li Bai's angry words, and even held Li Bai's wine jug with his backhand, directly swept his hand into his palm and shook the wine, waved his hand and said solemnly: "You can't drink it, if you drink it again, you should be drunk, how to deal with drunken madness!" ”

"Hmph, don't worry about it, my Li Taibai has no wine, no joy, no wine, no wine, no wine, no wine, I don't wake up, I'm drunk, bring the wine!"

"Don't give, don't give, absolutely can't give!" Meng Haoran solemnly refused, and muttered in a low voice: "If you are allowed to have a drink, in case you leave another masterpiece of literature and Taoism, how can I take the poem of Half Moon carefully prepared!" ”

Although he muttered quietly, it was so unshy for everyone, everyone's eyes couldn't help but flash, even Li Bai, who was originally angry about the wine, looked at each other strangely, and said curiously: "Haoran, you actually wrote your own poems?" Weird, weird! Why don't you talk about it and let our dear friends listen and taste! ”

"Go, this is my poem at the bottom of the box, how can I say it in advance! Mr. Wuliu is the leader, and I am the tail of today's poetry meeting! Meng Haoran waved his hand triumphantly and refused, looked at everyone's strange eyes, and greeted warmly again: "Okay, okay, let's not talk about my prepared poems, let's let Zimei continue to ask!" ”

"Huh?" Du Fu was confused at first when he heard this, then he woke up and became solemn, and stretched out his finger again and looked angrily: "Su Zizhan, what I just said, what's wrong?" ”

"Haha! Of course not! Su Dongpo shook his robe and held his hand proudly, turned to look at everyone and looked at Du Fu with burning eyes, and said in a deep voice: "All words, when they are young, must make the weather magnificent and colorful, and the aging and maturity are made plain, it is not bland, it is really gorgeous!" ”

Everyone frowned and pondered when they heard the voice, and they couldn't help but feel relieved to agree, but Du Fu, who was originally looking at each other solemnly, stroked his beard and smiled, waved his hand and said leisurely: "Plain is true, gorgeous is extreme, this is right!" However, what I said is not wrong, the road is simple, and the world is gorgeous. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info The world of words is gorgeous, and the avenue of words is light, and this mystery can be wrong? ”

"No mistakes, no mistakes!"

"Yes, yes!"

Everyone spoke out in agreement, even Su Dongpo, who was standing with his hands in his hands, but they all looked at each other and stared at each other without saying a word, what the two of them said was both true, and everyone couldn't make a choice for a while.

"Oops!" At this moment, Meng Haoran, who was holding a wine jug on the side, suddenly exclaimed and clapped his hands, and when everyone looked at each other in confusion, the old man in the cloth with gentle and ordinary fingers shook his head and said: "Plain words, all originate from Mr. Wuliu, when Mr. Wuliu comes to the election?" ”

"That's exactly what Haoran said!"

"Yes, when Mr. Wuliu chooses his words!"

"Amitabha, I think the same way!"

"Yuan Ming has no choice, only the original poem!" Haoran said Du Fu nodded, Dongpo Yan accompanied the Buddha seal, Wang Wei Letian looked at each other too whitely, Tao Yuanming was still gentle and waveless, and after responding to a word, he patted the leaves of the grass and grass, and said softly: "The knot is in the human realm, and there is no noise of cars and horses." How can you ask you? The heart is far away from itself. ”

The words were plain and serene, and everyone looked at each other in contemplation, but they all knew that there was still room for them to follow, and Tao Yuanming also spoke again: "Under the east fence of picking chrysanthemums, you can see Nanshan leisurely." The mountain weather is good, and the birds are still together! ”

Speaking of this, Tao Yuanming clasped his hands lightly and smiled: "There is a true meaning in this, and I have forgotten to argue!" ”

"Okay, what a self-biased heart! What a desire to argue has forgotten! Good! Okay, good! Li Bai praised loudly, his heart was blushing and he stretched out his hand, and between Meng Haoran smiling bitterly and shaking his head, he took the wine jug handed over and drank the wine, and said with emotion: "This poem comes out, plain and leisurely, when it is a big white!" ”

Tao Yuanming looked at each other calmly and said gently: "Since Taibai said so, the name of this poem should be used as wine!" ”

"Mr. Wuliu, this poem is not famous, it is for drinking, but it is too different!"

"Haha~" Meng Haoran frowned and said, Tao Yuanming finally couldn't help laughing, pointed at Li Bai and Du Fu, and said with a smile: "The name of drinking is too white and white, and it is also because of the faintness of beauty." Isn't it just right? ”

"That's exactly what Mr. Goyanagi said!" Su Dongpo echoed, then shook the food box in his hand, sat on the ground and said: "How can there be no meat if there is wine, even if you drink alcohol, you should eat meat!" ”

"Zizhan, how can you sit down here?"

"Oh?" Su Dongpo couldn't help but look at each other in confusion when he heard the voice, pointed to the thatched hut of Huaju Puyuan around his body, and said curiously: "Lotte, since Mr. Wuliu has prepared a resting place, why can't he sit!" ”

"Don't sit, don't sit!" This time, not only Bai Juyi spoke up, but even Wang Wei waved his hand to stop it, and then looked at it and said: "Zizhan, your poems and paintings are all famous in the world, although the painting is not as good as Wen Jin Kaizhi, the sword Sui Ziqian, my god Tang Liben Daozi is four, but compared to us, it is better than one or two, today I don't let you compose poems, however, you need to use paintings to counter it!" ”

"Exactly, don't paint, don't work, don't sit!"

Su Dongpo's eyes flashed when he heard the sound, and he instantly climbed up from the ground and sat up, his face excited and laughed loudly: "Haha, isn't it just a painting?" I'll just do it! Come on! ”

With a loud shout and beckoning, Su Dongpo instantly held out a poor wolf pen in his hand, as the word Kongqiu flashed on it, his palm trembled suddenly, and he grabbed it directly and pinched it, without paper and ink in the air, it was directly the pen walking dragon snake, and the whiskers were condensed in a moment, a high chair, two benches, two straw mats, and three bluestones, and as they fell around the food box, everyone couldn't help but laugh.

And Su Dongpo is a virtual painting of the mysterious scene, the mountain peaks and mountains show the majesty of the ink, the pen walks the ink between the world and the earth but it is a moment to condense the continuous mountains, stretching but contains more than 90 seats, like nine stacks of screens to condense the void, and the mouth is also high and proud: "Horizontally look at the side of the ridge into a peak, the distance and the height are different." I don't know the true face of Lushan, only because I am in this mountain! The painting has been completed, and a poem is attached, when there is a seat! Who comes! ”

"I'm coming!" Li Baigao took the wolf's pen in response, and first took a sip of wine before looking at it and shaking his head: "How can there be mountains without water, and water should be a surging waterfall!" ”

As he spoke, Li Bai swept the painting with a pen, and when the sound of the 'boom' water falling was transmitted in the mountains of the world, a silver waterfall hung down from the mountains, as if it was itself an existence, rippling out of the mighty and magnificent, the brush lightly touched the feet, and the smoke of the incense burner flickered purple under the sunlight, and the tone was carefree: "The sun shines on the incense burner and produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river." The flying stream went straight down to 3,000 feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way fell for nine days! ”

The last sound fell, and the heaven and earth instantly shook and the rumbling sound was even louder, but it was the heavenly rivers of the heavenly realm that were all dragged and fell into it, and the light of the stars flickered and was immense, but it was truly transformed into three thousand galaxies!

"The two of you are imaginarily painting the magnificent scenery of mountains, rivers and waterfalls, let me Maha but how to draw it well!"

Wang Wei, who took the brush, sighed helplessly, watched the palm of his hand and stroked his beard for a moment, before raising his arm high, adding a main peak to the stretching mountains, the sky is magnificent and handsome, even if the anger in the sky is endless, and the clouds are drawn in the void above the Milky Way Waterfall, the white clouds are suddenly together, and the vast area covers the mountains, and the pen stops and recites:"

Taiyi is close to the sky, and even the mountains are connected to the sea.

The white clouds look back, and the blue mist enters to see nothing.

The peaks in the field change, and the clouds and sunshines are different.

If you want to stay with someone, ask the woodcutter across the water. ”

"Maha, Maha, how did I, Du Zimei, become a woodcutter in your mouth! Well, I'll be this woodcutter! Du Fu took the brush in a dissatisfied tone, his body instantly straightened, and the seven people who were originally calmly looking at each other also became very serious, because this is the most important step related to their reunion today, the previous joke is temperament, but when Kong Sheng's pen falls, it has already shown that the right line has begun, a beginning related to the future of Wendao.