"Old man, are your sons, daughters, or grandchildren coming to see you?"

The old man listened to Ge Dazhuang's question, and smiled so hard that her gums showed all her teeth, and she said, "You can't talk nonsense, Mr. Drunken Yin is the greatest poet of my dynasty. My wife and my family are surrounded by four walls, and there is no ink on the chest of my children and grandchildren, how can I be blessed to have such a capable dignitary and noble person as a descendant. ”

Edamame Mao was wondering who Mr. Drunken Yin was, the old man had already taken a step away, and she said as she walked: "Go to the street to sell my maltose and bask in the sun, and I don't know if I can wait for Mr. Bai Juyi's new poem ...... today."

"Bai Juyi!"

Behind the old lady, the children exclaimed in unison, and they all asked:

"It turns out that this old lady knows Bai Juyi?"

Only Tian Youyou knew it, she smiled sweetly and said, "Let's go, let's go and have a look." ”

So the children lined up and followed the old lady along the wall to the mouth of the alley.

At this time, the scene in front of me suddenly became clear.

The dazzling sunlight is sprinkled with sunshine, and it is gentle and warm on people's skin. The willow trees have pulled out their tender green buds, shaking their long willow branches in the soft wind - what a beautiful spring scenery!

The old lady sat behind a boxy wooden table, the basket she held in her hand, covered with a coarse white cloth. As soon as the old lady sat down, the dolls in the street ran towards her. They waited with a smile on their faces as the old lady lifted the coarse cloth and gave each of them a piece of maltose.

The wind blew the sweet smell to the mouth of the alley, Ge Dazhuang swallowed his saliva and muttered: "It's a pity that I didn't bring any money, otherwise I would have bought a piece of ......."

"Shh Tian Youyou interrupted, she said, "Bai Juyi is here!" Look! ”

Everyone followed the direction of Tian Youyou's finger and saw an old man with gray temples walking out of the mansion. He walked straight towards the old lady, who saw him and stood up excitedly.

"You may be seated. Today's spring is bright and beautiful, and the scenery of Luoyang is beautiful, but I dream of returning to Jiangnan every night. Bai Juyi took out a piece of flower paper and said: "So I filled in the lyrics with the tune of remembering Jiangnan, I will read it to you, okay?" ”

"Good, good!" The old man replied eagerly.

Seeing this scene, Ge Dazhuang couldn't help asking, "Huh? Bai Juyi would discuss poetry with this old lady, could it be that this old lady is a master of the world? ”

"No, no, no." La Dola said: "Bai Juyi's poems are notoriously easy to understand. Although he is known as the King of Poetry and the Demon of Poetry, he is an approachable person. Tian Youyou is very good, when he was researching "Remembering Jiangnan", he found that Bai Juyi had the habit of discussing poems with the old woman next door. Although the old lady has no culture, Bai Juyi's ambition is to let ordinary people like the old lady be shocked by the beauty of Tang poetry and love poetry from the bottom of their hearts. ”

At the mouth of the alley, the children exclaimed in amazement.

Outside the alley, Bai Juyi was obviously also very satisfied, he stroked his beard and sighed: "If you say okay, then I will rest assured." I'll come back and make a few more songs, and I'll come back to you for a review. ”

The wind blew the flower note in Bai Juyi's hand into the air, and the page swayed in the air, and finally landed on Edamame's head.

Edamame hair take a look at:

"Remembering Jiangnan, Jiangnan Good"

[Tang] Bai Juyi

The south of the Yangtze River is good, and the scenery is old.

The sunrise river flowers are red, and the spring river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan? ”