Ding Lei looked at the sparrows chirping outside the window, as well as the fluttering spring flowers, graceful and splendid, like a fairy atmosphere.

Although feng shui here is not conducive to people, it is conducive to the natural world, and the growth of natural creatures is the icing on the cake, which is beautiful.

The tip of Ding Lei's pen was raised slightly, and then he heard the barking of dogs from the outside world, the barking of frogs in the pond, and some human voices, one after another, one after another, and his heart was suddenly filled with a sense of madness.

Crazy people are in the heart, at ease with nature.

Although his mind is wild, he is also the embodiment of insignificance in front of nature.

The road is simple, and it is natural.

Nature is the avenue, and the avenue is also nature.

What would happen if you fused nature with yourself?

The sunlight outside the window spills in, the spring is bright, making people feel wonderful, and the flowers in full bloom are like swaggering floating grass, and the flowers are red and willow green, giving people a quiet feeling.

Coupled with the blazing sun, it makes the natural world even more wonderful.

Ding Lei's final moment when the sun shone on the rice paper, he put down his pen.

The moment I put pen to paper, it was a few words: "Luoyang has a pillow of dreams, the heart is sleepy, the sun is like a stalk, and it naturally wakes people up in a thousand ways." Wind and smoke are left, and red dust is gone. I mean that Huang Liang Xuan is drunk, time is spinning, Mo is asking questions, sleeping and waking up without leaving a trace. Ten thousand beams of light, white horses run. Not for the rivers and lakes, not for the court, close the door of my own house, the avenue is in me. ”

"It's a natural wake-up call. ”

"A good one, not for the rivers and lakes, not for the court. Li Bai's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had taken a fancy to a rare treasure.

"Ding Lei, you really lived up to my expectations and wrote a good poem. Li Bai thought for a while, and then commented: "It's a pity, this can't become a quatrain for the ages, now popular poetry, not popular words, you start with words, like words are not words, like poems are not poems, in fact, this is a fall." ”

Ding Rai hugged his fists and said, "I want to hear about it." ”

"I'll give you a poem. ”

Li Bai looked at the vast sky, the passage of time, the whole scene flew by in front of his eyes, and his heart was calm.

"I've always had a feeling lately that a lot of poems I've written, just in the future, are coming out at the moment, and sometimes I'll even change a little bit, like this poem. ”

"When the geese are far away in spring, the sun is quiet and cloudless. The guest is not complacent, and the vastness will be what. Li Baiyang wrote it freely, and the rice paper was full of snowy brilliance, bright and bright, and righteous like a rainbow.

"I used to write about autumn colors, but now I can change them to spring colors. ”

I couldn't think of any of the following verses. ”

Ding Lei's sudden abruptness, now the times are changing, and many of Li Bai's things to experience in the future have also changed, so that many of his poems from the future seem to fall into the present with the information of the future.

Just like that Ye Fashan, he can travel through the past and the future, although this Li Bai has not reached that level, he can also get a glimpse of the future.

Ding Lei's eyes flickered, and he said: "This poem should describe the down-and-out, and it is also looking for others, and it is inappropriate to use it to find me." ”

Li Bai also said: "I do have a time when Jiang Lang is exhausted." ”

"You don't have to look at this poem, just look at the mood on it. ”

Ding Lei took a closer look, and saw that in the spring, thousands of flowers bloomed, and in the poems, there was a melancholy, haoran, agitation, Hong Zhong Da Lu general, straight to the heart, but on the brow.

In his heart, he felt that he had fallen into a hazy scene that was almost spring and autumn.

The scenery is complex and unpredictable, his heart flutters with the fallen leaves, and suddenly sees the spring light, smart and natural.

A round of the sun gradually rose, like a round of vicissitudes of life, engraved in the heart, and all kinds of the past were imprinted in the heart.

Ding Lei looked at this poem, looked at the sunshine outside, and suddenly felt excited, as if he had come to a Hakka, but it was difficult to find a trace of a beautiful woman.

Li Bai wrote this poem not to visit beautiful women, but to seek an old friend.

Ding Lei's comprehension was different, he thought of Luo Ying, this woman turned back to his heart, her voice and smile were beautiful.

He suddenly said "ah", and then the whole person's spirit jumped, and naturally, he put pen on the rice paper and became a woman's appearance.

I can't ask for it all over the world, like a flower like jade, it is a Luo Ying.

Ding Lei was completely frank, and the portrait of this Luo Ying appeared in front of him, and the poem "Like a flower and jade is Luo Ying" was mentioned below.

Li Bai looked at this portrait and looked at this poem, and his spirit seemed to roll out, "Since you are about to succeed, I will help you!"

Li Bai once again wrote the poem "Meeting Xing": "When you meet in the red dust, you will raise the golden whip." Ten thousand households in the weeping Yang, where is the Jun family?"

It is written about the scene of meeting in the red dust and looking for flowers and asking willows, which is not desolate, and it is a hundred turns and thousands of times, which also fits Ding Lei's heart.

Ding Lei's current writing is Luo Ying, and Li Bai just borrowed his "Luo Ying" to write such a popular poem.

He didn't know how to write this "meeting line".

Li Bai also feels that he has become more and more brilliant recently.

Ding Lei's eyes were red and fell on Li Bai's poetry.

"This is!" Ding Lei's spirit beats, and his soul throbs, as if he has sunk into the red dust.

The beautiful woman was in front of him, and he seemed to be within reach, falling on rice paper and turning into poetry.

Finally, the dust of the poem settled, and it turned into a faint vision.

This is a long-cherished wish and an idea, Li Bai and Ding Lei's thoughts coincide, although the two are not in the same experience, but in a time, a place, wrote similar poems.

Ding Lei thought a lot, and finally had the possibility of enlightenment.

He just shook his heart, and then said, "I see, I see!"

There is something that is about to come out, but it is still unlawful.

His chest was beating, his heart was pounding, and his pen and ink gradually stopped.

The whole person blended into time, he returned to many years ago, in that medical hall, the family was smiling, everyone raised their heads, full of happiness, eating together, diagnosing the pulse together, going outside to set off firecrackers for the New Year, many things, vividly, he and Luo Ying that night, even on the roof, looked at the stars, and then said words about the future.

Ding Lei's eyes kept flickering, and in the end, all the poems, all the scenes, Luo Ying, Luo Dahai, Luo Qingfeng, Fu Qiong, and bit by bit, everyone and things, years and time, red dust and splendor, present and past, future and end, all kinds of life, Qiankun was hidden and integrated together: "I understand!"

I only heard the sound of cracking, like a stream of water rushing past, the brain swelled out a force, and the spirit surged like a vast sea of stars, breaking the path and being reborn, and there was no hindrance from then on!

The way to break the heavenly machine, the heavenly machine is in the heart, he is the heavenly machine, this heavenly machine is called [artistic conception]!