On the Slender West Lake, the white mountains are faint, the cold waves are long, and the pedestrians and birds are nowhere to be seen.

A ferryboat more than ten meters long crosses the lake, standing on the boat and looking at it, the water surface is white, and you can only see a few faint outlines in the center of the lake, which are combined together, like a landscape painting of splashed ink for the sake of faith.

Anyway, Wei Chen used a little trick, and finally let himself and the Sheng family brothers board the ferry, but the old man was not easy to fool.

As soon as Wei Chen got on the boat, the old man was itchy and asked about the poems written by Wei Chen.

Sheng Changbai on the side was secretly anxious, in his eyes, Wei Chen said that he had made a poem before, but it was just an expedient measure to coax the captain to carry them on the ship, how could Wei Chen have any poems to deal with this old man?

It is not difficult to have a seven-word quatrain, and it is not difficult to have ten words in the poem, but the difficulty is to convince this old man.

At this moment, a burst of singing came, and everyone on the ferry followed the voice.

I saw a light boat slowly floating on the lake not far away, and an old man in a cloak was sitting on the bow of the boat, with a fishing rod beside him, rowing an oar in one hand and holding a wine jug in the other.

"Between the floating light and the clouds, counting the vicissitudes of life for tens of thousands of years, this true immortal is also a person!"

On the ferry, a group of scholars watched the fishermen who came from the oars drifting away, and they were all leisurely fascinated.

Wei Chen looked at this situation, and suddenly blessed his heart, thought of a poem, and immediately blurted out.

A boat,

One zhang silk and one inch hook.

A pitch and a laugh,

A Weng fishes alone and a river autumn.

"Good!"

As soon as Wei Chen's words fell, Sheng Changfeng was busy clapping his hands, and after a moment of silence, the dozen or so soldiers on the ship also shouted loudly.

Wei Chen's poem has scenery and affection, sound and color, just a few sentences, it is endlessly evocative, and it is definitely a rare masterpiece.

The best thing is that the ten words asked by the old man, one is a lot, Wei Chen can still make good poems under such rules and regulations, which shows his talent.

For a while, the soldiers on the ship whispered one after another, and asked their companions about the identity of the young genius in front of them.

Sheng Changfeng saw the reactions of the people around him, and his confidence in Wei Chen became more and more sufficient, he looked at the old man on the side with his chin, as if he had made this poem himself: "Old man, you should have nothing to say now, right?" ”

Sheng Changfeng's words were sarcastic, but the old man did not open his mouth to refute, but froze in place and was speechless for a long time.

He was an old boy, conceited and extraordinary, but he failed many times, ended up in poverty, and finally in order to make a living, he had to ferrying tourists on this slender West Lake for a living.

He saw that Wei Chen and Sheng Changbai were young, and they were both dressed as students, especially Wei Chen, who was only eleven or twelve years old, and he was actually dressed in a shirt.

Thinking that he had taken the college exam nine times in this life, but he failed once, the old man touched the scene, and he couldn't help but feel sad, so he made it difficult.

He is also a scholar, so he naturally knows how difficult it is to complete his requirements, in fact, he didn't think Wei Chen could do it at all.

He had already planned, if Wei Chen couldn't write a poem, he would sarcastically ridicule Wei Chen and the others, express the depression in his chest, and then cross them into the middle of the lake.

It's just that the old man didn't expect that Wei Chen would just think for a moment and make a poem that meets the conditions.

There are not only ten words in the poem, but each one has a distinct image, writing about people and things, describing feelings and scenes, all of which are vivid, leaving him speechless.

After being speechless for a long time, the old man suddenly stood up straight, and then bowed deeply to Wei Chen, and said apologetically: "The villain has no form, he has offended the little minister, and I hope that the little minister has a lot, don't worry about me, an ignorant and shallow old man." ”

"The virtuous man is serious."

Wei Chen hurriedly helped the old man up, his eyes were gentle, and he said softly: "It's cold and windy, please cross us into the lake quickly, so as not to miss the poetry meeting." ”

"The little minister is right."

Seeing that Wei Chen didn't seem to blame, the old man secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He got up and walked to the bow of the boat, picked up the penny, turned back and shouted, "Everyone, stand firm!" ”

Then, with a little touch on the shore, when the ferry was off the shore, the old man hurried from the bow to the stern and rowed the oars.

"Second brother, this old man is scared."

Sheng Changfeng came to Sheng Changbai's side and whispered excitedly: "Brother Wei is so talented, he will definitely not be unknown at the poetry meeting, if the master of the poetry club knows that this old man is making things difficult for him, he will definitely be good-looking!" Fortunately, the elder brother of the Wei family was tolerant and elegant, and this old man could be regarded as having escaped the catastrophe. Hmph, that's a bargain for him! ”

"You, you, you're also a child of a family, why bother with an old man?"

Sheng Changbai looked at the third brother who was still puffing up, shook his head with a smile, he turned his head to look at the old man who was rowing hard at the stern, and couldn't help but sigh softly: "It's also a poor man......"

The boat did not go slowly, and when it arrived near the island in the middle of the lake, it was necessary to see a series of exquisite painting boats cruising slowly on the lake, some of which were extremely luxurious, some of which were simple and elegant, but all of them were of great provenance.

On the painting boat, the charming and weak singer girl holding the qin sang a beautiful and distant tune, and the reader led by Eguanbo hummed softly.

Among these people, there are retired squires, officials who are registered with Ding Wei, hermits in the mountains and forests, and young talents like Wei Chensheng Changbai.

"What a picture of the prosperous era of the lake!" Sheng Changfeng saw this scene of singing and drinking from afar, and couldn't help but admire.

Sheng Changbai's face sank like water: "Where did you come from, it's just a drunken gold fan." ”

Wei Chen closed his eyes slightly, as if he was asleep, and seemed to be enjoying the tune coming from outside the ship.

When he heard Sheng Changbai's words, he couldn't help but open his eyes, and he felt quite interesting in his heart.

Sheng Changbai when he was a teenager was still very bookish!

Of course, Wei Chen understood what Sheng Changbai was thinking, and it was not difficult to know from the map of the frontier hanging in his study, and he immediately reassured: "Brother Cheng, if you come, you will be safe." ”

"Don't worry, I'm in my province."

Sheng Changbai nodded, he has always been a person who knows the importance of the matter, and he just couldn't help it, feeling depressed, so he couldn't help but complain in front of his younger brother and friends.

"Bang!"

With the soft sound of the hull colliding, the ferry came to a steady stop on the edge of the boat, and a ladder was lowered from it.

The old man stepped forward to fix the ladder, turned around, and smiled slightly flatteringly at Wei Chen: "Little Xianggong, please first." ”

The rest of the soldiers on the ship also echoed it, and they were all impressed by Wei Chen's talent for the one-word poem before, and they also admired Wei Chen.

Sheng Changfeng, who was on the side, saw this scene, and was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth, and said to Sheng Changbai: "Second brother, look, this is what everyone expects!" ”

Sheng Changbai also pursed his lips and smiled, no matter where Wei Chen was, he was the focus of attention, and he had long been used to it.

"You are gracious, but it is really disrespectful to you below, and in this case, you will take the first step in the next."

Wei Chen took a deep look at the old man, the old man hurriedly lowered his head and saluted, Wei Chen smiled and shook his head, and then made a group gesture towards everyone, then lifted his robe and climbed the ladder first.