Section XVI Modern Poetry

The sound of cicadas is cut out, and the midsummer afternoon is quite hot. The original charming and blazing sun, spicy and spicy, sprinkled dazzling gold between heaven and earth, although it was brilliant, but the forest shadow was smoking, and even the crisp sound of cicadas died down, scorched by the scorching sun, and fatigue suddenly appeared.

Murong Hualou wears an old-fashioned white bamboo cloth ingot, a long-sleeved hexagram, a green bamboo-colored Kraft thick summer skirt, and double-beam embroidered shoes. Qingsi leaned to the side, holding the brush and copying it stroke by stroke, her expression was quite serious, and she didn't even notice that Bai Yunling came in.

Bai Yunling saw that she was dressed like this again, her heart was slight, and she was about to say something, but she saw that her neck was white and slender, under the black and green silk, her eyes were shining, she didn't know what she had written, she smiled slightly, she was full of energy, and she was amazed by everything, and she actually lost her mind.

"Didn't go out today?" Murong Hualou looked sideways, and saw Bai Yunling wearing a white ruffled lace shirt and a black Nara thick fluffy long skirt, like a European-style angel, and asked with a slight smile.

Bai Yunling came back to his senses and said with a smile: "It's too hot today, go to the movies at night and ...... with Miss Lu and them." Sister-in-law, are you going? Then he looked at her again. Bai Yunling suddenly felt that the old-fashioned clothes that she had always scoffed at were particularly ancient when worn on Murong Painting Building, just like the ladies who came out of the painting, and they were not rustic at all.

Murong Hualou shook his head and said, "Watching movies is boring...... Tonight, there seems to be a hosta in the big theater to watch, beautiful women in beautiful clothes, beautiful songs and dances...... I love that kind of ......."

After listening to this, Bai Yunling pursed his lips and said dissatisfied: "I've been listening to it for hundreds of years, it's too old-fashioned." Sister-in-law, you can't do this, and you have changed into family clothes again in just a few days...... Listen to big dramas and write big characters...... Wouldn't it be nice for you to watch a movie with me and practice pen handwriting? You forgot what your mother told you, don't make your eldest brother angry...... If you still don't change these old habits, big brother won't like it......"

Murong Hualou nodded obediently and said yes with a smile.

Bai Yunling saw her appearance and couldn't help but be discouraged: no matter how she told her, she would nod her head and say yes, and then still go her own way...... He refused to listen to anyone's persuasion for half a sentence. But in her heart, she had to admit that the old-fashioned clothes of Murong Painting House could be worn with a different kind of beauty.

It's just this big word......

Seeing Bai Yunling coming over, Murong Painting Lou hurriedly covered up the ridiculous big characters on the paper, and said with a sneer: "Don't look at it...... I'm practicing, and I'll be writing it in a few days......"

Horizontal, vertical, crooked, like a group of trembling tadpoles, Bai Yunling laughed, without the ladylike upbringing on weekdays.

Murong Hualou threw the pen away, slightly annoyed: "This big character is too difficult to write......

Bai Yunling saw that she was discouraged, and couldn't help but feel that she was a little too much, so she wanted to find a little strength to comfort her, so she read what she wrote again. The more I looked down, the more surprised I felt, and gradually pursed my lips and fell silent. Then he raised his eyes, glanced at Murong Painting Building, and then looked back at the paper......

At first, his funny face slowly became solemn, and then he was amazed, and he raised his eyes to look at Murong Painting Building in amazement.

Murong Hualou wondered about her, and also looked at his rice paper. is full of devastated and miserable big characters, but it is a poem written during the Republic of China. When I wrote it at that time, I just wrote it casually because I had loved this poem and was deeply impressed, and the text was more concise than classical poetry......

is the song "Farewell Kangqiao" that once amazed the Quartet.

Murong Painting Lou laughed: "Why, I can't write modern poems in big characters?" "Say it, raise your hand to grab it.

Bai Yunling put aside her hand and was shocked: "Sister-in-law, where did the poem come from?" You wrote it yourself? ”

Gently I go,

As I come gently;

I beckoned gently,

Be the clouds of the western heavens.

The golden willows on the banks of the river,

is the bride in the sunset;

Bright shadows in the waves,

It ripples in my heart.

……………………

Quietly is the parting sheng flute;

The summer worm is also silent for me,

Silence is Cambridge tonight!

……………………………………

Seeing that her expression was quite amazing, Murong Hualou knew that she had misunderstood. Immediately laughed: "How could I write it?" What I read from the book...... The fifth brother has a book, which one I don't remember...... You haven't seen it? ”

Bai Yunling shook his head slowly, but there was disbelief in his eyes. She remembered the days when the ladies and ladies had talked about the Overseer's Lady and said she had played a smooth piano...... Bai Yunling didn't believe it either, but after hearing it many times, he would also believe it.

Kangqiao is from the United Kingdom, and Bai Yunling once studied in the United Kingdom, so he naturally knows it.

How does Murong Painting House know?

Throughout the poem, the artistic conception is wonderful everywhere between the lines, and the emotions are delicate, and the love for Kangqiao is sincere. From which book?

"Give me back, give me back ......" Murong Hualou smiled, and then came to take it again.

Bai Yunling hid behind him like a fool, and sneered: "Think beautifully, I love these sentences very much...... I'll give it back to you when I'm ready...... Don't be stingy......"

With that, he ran lightly.

Back in the room, Bai Yunling couldn't help but take out this poem again, and the more he looked at it, the more gorgeous he felt, and it seemed to be more adorable than the real Kangqiao. The text was so amazing that she felt the charm of modern poetry for the first time, so she secretly copied it. Juanxiu's pen words will finish a farewell to Kangqiao like a flowing stream.

She couldn't suppress the throbbing in her heart for a long time, and put the paper in it again, took it out of the page, read it several times, and almost memorized it.

A pool under the shadow of the elm,

It's not a clear spring, it's a rainbow in the sky;

Crushed among the floating algae,

Precipitated rainbow-like dreams.

Word by word, it is touching to invade the soul. Bai Yunling thought about it, and finally put this page in his small bag, and showed it to Lu Ran at night. Lu Ran's father is the governor of one of the six provinces of Baiyungui, and his family has only recently moved to Yuzhou.

Those aristocratic ladies in Yuzhou are somewhat xenophobic, Bai Yunling and Lu Ran are newcomers, and they can't integrate into the depths of their circle, so the two are more compatible. Lu Ran also loves modern poetry, Bai Yunling thought, she must like it even more than herself......

Murong Painting Building was troubled by Bai Yunling, and he was in no mood to write big characters. After collecting the pen and ink, he threw all the miserable papers in the garbage basket, and then took out his erhu and pulled it up. She loves the mournful tone of the erhu.

It's just that she is not skillful, intermittent, like a cold night roaring, quite terrifying.

On a summer afternoon, the small rest room in the back kitchen on the first floor is full of broken gold paving, and the slanting sun passes through the shadows of the tall French plane trees, dappled and sprinkled in. The daylight gradually subsided and the temperature in the room dropped, and such a beautiful scenery was destroyed by the miserable erhu sound from the third floor.

The maids on the first floor began to complain again......

Then they heard Miss Six shouting loudly: "Sister-in-law, can you spare my ears......