Even though the years are like water, they are not as good as the wine in their hearts, and when they look back, they are speechless and choked.

Gaze at the stars that fill the sky.

Liang Yuanyu, inside the chivalrous pavilion.

After a few teenagers drank a few cups, they only heard a pleasant sound of the piano in the distance, and the performance that fell on the strings deeply moved Li Bai and others who were sitting in the Xia Ke Pavilion drinking and grieving, like a dream, making people obsessed with this intoxicating music.

"What a beautiful song? Who played it? Li Bai asked with a smile after hearing this.

"Could it be that Shi Kuang is alive? This piano sound is the song of the Boya Zhongzi period! Du Fu couldn't help but sigh.

"Hahaha, if that's the case, you and I are brothers, you are blessed!" Gao Shi responded happily.

After the words fell, several people chatted, they were all a little drunk, this drunkness didn't matter, but once Li Bai was drunk, it would instantly ignite Li Bai's poetic feelings.

Du Fu sighed humorously to Li Bai: What? Brother White? Are you starting to suppress your poetic talent again?

"Ha, I don't want to recite poetry this time, I want to write it down seriously!" Li Bai responded heartily after hearing this.

"Oh? Brother Bai can also calligraphy? Gao Shi asked with a look of surprise.

"Of course!" Li Bai replied confidently sideways, and began to look around for traces of paper and pen.

Immediately afterwards, Li Bai came to the temple like a wave and borrowed a brush from the temple record monk.

Du Fu and Gao Shi also rushed over one after another, because they also wanted to appreciate, what is the strength of this world-famous wine fairy? Moreover, he can learn a lot of knowledge that can't be learned from books from Li Bai, whether it is poetry writing or light swordsmanship.

Li Bai is the top talent and swordsman of the Tang Dynasty.

I saw that the young man in white was carrying a long sword, and the red belt was particularly eye-catching in the white clothes, and the long vertical hair of the tender willow slid down on the handsome and beautiful face, and he danced quietly with the brush, lightly dyed the ink, and wrote down what he felt in his heart.

With one hand inking and grinding, the other hand picking up the brush and waving it, the handwriting fell on this gorgeous snow-white wall, leaving a few wisps of his poetic talent.

Looking from afar, you can see the handwriting on the wall of the temple, the floating dragon, into the wood for three points, as if Wang Xizhi is alive, the wall is written:

I floated the Yellow River to Jingque, and I wanted to enter Bolian Mountain.

The sky is long and the water is wide and tired of traveling, visiting the ancient beginning and the platform.

The platform worries a lot for the guests, and makes a song about the wine.

But he remembered Pengchi Ruan Gongyong, because of the chanting of "Lushui Rising Flood".

The flood waves are vast and the old country is lost, and the road to the west is back to Anke!

Life is not sorrowful, and drink wine to climb the tall building.

Immediately after Li Bai wrote with a pen and ink, suddenly his inspiration was opened, his thoughts leaped, and all the thoughts and feelings in his heart appeared on the paper, and then he wrote:

The flat-headed slave shakes the big fan, and May is not hot and suspicious of autumn.

The jade plate bayberry is set for the king, and the Wu salt is like a flower and white snow.

Holding salt and drinking wine, Mo Xueyi is noble.

In the past, people were noble and believed in the king, and now people cultivate the tomb of the tomb.

The deserted city shines on the blue mountains and moons, and the ancient trees are all in the clouds.

Then Li Bai smiled lightly, picked up the pen and waved it in a dashing manner, and continued to fill in the remaining blanks:

Where is the Liang Palace? The horses will not be treated first.

The dancing shadows and singing scattered the green pool, and the empty water flowed into the sea.

Pondering this, he was full of tears, and he couldn't return from buying gold drunk.

Even called five white lines and six games, and divided Cao gambling and drinking.

Songs and ballads, meaning far away.

When the east mountain is lying high, it is not too late to help the people.

“…………”

“！！！”

Du Fu paused in contemplation after looking at it, and then set off waves in his heart, which made him feel admiration in his heart.

And Gao Shi himself can be regarded as having really seen Li Bai's poetic talent, and most of his heart is shocked.

Li Bai smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, turned around and asked modestly: How is it? It's a little worse than the previous level.

"Yes, this handwriting is clear, it is a rare masterpiece in the world!" Du Fu repeated this poem over and over again, and the more he read, the more he understood the charm contained in Li Bai's poems!

"Does this poem have a name?" Gao Shi couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Hmm...... Yes, I just thought about it for a while, since this place is called Liang Yuanyin, you might as well call this poem Liang Yuanyin, but this snow-like wall is a little dirty by me like this. Li Bai replied indifferently.

"Eh, maybe Brother Bai's creation today may leave a good story for the ages!" After reading it, Du Fupin still feels that it is unforgettable.

"Why, I'm just a little literati like you, by the way! Does Brother Du Fu still maintain that dream? Li Bai remembered the bits and pieces that had happened, and asked after thinking for a moment.

"Hmm...... I still believe that there are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, and the poor people in the world are happy. Peace and prosperity are my dreams for Datang. After hearing this, Du Fu still said what he had said before very decisively.

"It's really good, I think in the entire Tang Dynasty, there should be no one who can maintain a pure heart like Brother Du Fu! Rare! Li Bai patted Du Fu's shoulder and praised.

"I want to ...... Yes, there are always some people in the world who think the same as me, although it is very naïve, but I hope that Datang will continue to prosper in the prosperous era! Du Fu laughed, and then quietly covered his face with his hand.

"Yikes! If everyone had such an idea as you, there would be no such thing as war! Li Bai replied easily.

Immediately afterwards, Gao Shi smiled silently and sighed to Du Fu: "Don't forget my brother, I am also an officer in Datang, the war still exists, and we cannot escape it." ”

"Hah! I didn't try to run away either. Du Fu replied humorously, and took a sip of peach blossom brew, unconsciously feeling a little drunk.

"Then face it bravely, you don't care what will happen to it in the future, we just live in this era, whether it is the worst or the best, just save our original intention!" Li Bai raised his wine glass and smiled confidently at the two brothers in front of him, this time, we must bet.

If you win, the world is ours!

If you lose the bet, it's a big deal to start all over again!

We may have set sail in the best of times, but we still caught up with the worst of times! We shouldn't run away from it, or be afraid of anything, fate is always going to play a big joke on us.

What is often unpredictable is the ending!

"Hmm!"

The two stood up, raised their wine glasses, filled with peach blossom deep wine, between the words, several people's wine glasses collided with each other, just like the affectionate friendship and fierce blending with each other, a mellow friendship, is what everyone is looking forward to, we are always unforgettable, those times spent together.

The breeze behind the mountain of the temple is cooler, and the green and fresh mangosteens, the cicadas that sing hard in summer, add a touch of cool color to this colorful summer.

In happy times, people always feel nostalgic for the past...... We collectively call it: Memories ......

Then the teenagers were so drunk that they found an inn nearby and rested for a while to buffer their tiredness.

In fact, many times when you are drunk, it is often the time when you have the best quality of sleep.

Liang Yuan Yin.

A young and beautiful woman in white came here with a maid to pray for blessings.

Her white clothes are as pure as the snow in the mountains, her cloud bun is towering, her skirt is fluttering, her thin fingers like peeling onions, and her face as warm as jade set off her dignified and generous demeanor.

Immediately after she prayed, she suddenly saw a wall with exquisite poems of mountains and rivers, which suddenly ignited her interest in poetry writing.

She stood in front of the wall and recited the majestic poem repeatedly, and she was so drunk that she couldn't let go.

Then she said to herself: This ...... Who did it? How talented in poetry is so high?

When the east mountain is lying high, it is not too late to help the people.

“……”

Suddenly, a young monk walked into the monastery, and when he saw the walls polluted by ink, his anger suddenly ignited in his heart, because he was tired enough to sweep the floor and fallen leaves, and now he had to wash the walls, didn't he help himself find something to do?

At this moment, this young and beautiful woman did not notice the arrival of the little monk, and was still immersed in this poem, and did not even listen to the call of the maid.

The little monk was angry and freaked half a bucket of water and rags to wipe the ink off the wall, although he couldn't read the verses, but it was his duty to keep the monastery clean.

I saw that the little monk's rag was scrubbing the wall, but was stopped by the obsessive woman in white.

"Wait, little master, how much does this wall cost, I want to buy it!" The woman in white asked with a smile.

"What? Such a broken wall, girl, do you want to buy it? The little monk began to be curious, although he said that the affairs of the temple were not in his own hands, but he also wanted to ask what the value of this wall was, and how it could impress a young and beautiful woman to buy it.

"Hmmm! Little master, you can make a bid! I'll buy it as much as it is! The woman in white replied calmly.

"Well, let's ask us to supervise the temple, I can't be the master." The little monk replied politely, stopping the scrubbing rag.

"I'm still bothering the little master to take us there." After hearing this, the woman in white responded easily, and then beckoned the maid to follow her.

Then the little monk took the two to the temple supervisor.

"Uncle Supervisor of the Temple, these two donors want to buy a piece of the wall of the temple." The little monk spoke modestly.

"Oh?" When the old monk heard this, he became interested.

"Hello Master, because I like the verses on one of the walls of your temple, which are very human, I want to keep it, and I don't want it to be damaged, so I am willing to bid a thousand taels to buy the verses on the wall of your temple." The woman in white smiled indifferently.

"One thousand taels! The cost of the wall is only thirty taels of silver at most, what kind of verse can make the girl pay dozens of times the price to buy, it is really curious for the old man! The old monk sighed and asked in confusion.

"This verse is really rare in the world, I'm afraid there is one in the world, if it is erased, it is estimated that there will be no more. I think every talented person is worth the price. The woman in white replied easily.

"It seems that it was the poet who gave this wall value! The old man understood, and I would order the protection of this wall of verse. The old monk laughed and said, it turns out that there are women in Datang who cherish other people's talents so much.

"Well, then this thousand gold and silver taels will be given to your temple, and I will leave first." When the woman in white finished speaking, she asked the maid to hand over a thousand gold and silver taels to the old monk, and then the two left Liang Yuanyin, and when they turned to leave, they couldn't help but look back at the poems on the wall.

I saw that the old monk took the silver taels, but the place where the payment was made was the seal of the big family, it turned out that the woman was so generous, and she was not an ordinary person.

"From today onwards, no one can erase that wall full of verses!" The old monk gave an order and said.

"Yes!"

Maybe the woman in white doesn't know that the person who left the poem is really a famous poet in the galaxy of history.

Maybe the woman in white didn't know that her move would completely affect her life.

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