Li Brown walked out of the crowd dejectedly, and there was no unnecessary noise behind him. Isn't that the same for Li He of the Tang Dynasty, his father's name is Li Jinsu, and his son can't take the exam. He remembered this matter clearly, and the "Argument" written by Chang Li Han Yu explained this matter. There is a similarity between his name and Li He of the Tang Dynasty, which is already extremely peculiar, and then because of his father's name, he can't take the exam, Li Brown really can't laugh or cry. It seems that all dynasties and dynasties have attached great importance to the trial.

The name Li Brown was originally a shabby show to vent his sourness. Brown, short brown also. It is also a metaphor for the cheap name to be easy to feed. This is a good name that is upright and bright and conforms to the habits of the common people, but why can't it pass in the face of the examination of the righteous and bright people? You say that it is not difficult for the common people to live, but it is not good for usurped and transgressed, and it is not good for the official family to serve. You can call it whatever it is, there is a way to control the heavens and the earth, and you can't control people's shit and fart, this official family is about to control others to shit and fart.

That being said, Li Brown's heart was desolate. How should he face his mother, and how should he talk to Su Li? Thinking of this, he really wanted to plunge into the moat, so it was better to settle it. Examination and examination, the treasure of Confucianism;

Li Brown shook his head, his face was expressionless, and he unconsciously groaned:

The osmanthus flowers are scarce under the snow, and the cry is bounced back. Guan Shui rode the shadow of a donkey, and Qin Feng's hat hung down.

Entering the countryside is sincere, and it is sad to have no seal. Qingqing asked with patience, tears in the mirror.

Moaning, he had already walked to the market. Although this is a bad season, there is always someone to trade. Compared with the past, even though it is not as lively, there are rivers and lakes where there are people. The small market can also see something different from the countryside.

Walking into a tavern, Li Brown just ordered a pot of wine. He doesn't have extra money to buy a few delicious side dishes, nor does he have extra leisure to enjoy the wind and the moon, he is bent on getting drunk. It's good to be drunk, and when you're drunk, there is no joy, anger, sorrow, or annoyance, no high or low, no noisy and noisy. Drunkenness is a state that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve. It's dreamy and realistic, painful and happy, and this beauty is what everyone envies and wants. Therefore, Li Bai once said that three cups lead to the avenue, and one bucket is natural, and said that since the sage has already drunk, why bother asking for immortals. It's a real pleasure. There are only two things in the world that can make men happy, one is wine and the other is women. And when it comes to the most, the first thing is to push the wine. Wine can bring men joy that women can't, but women can't give men joy that wine can't. So you say, is the wine good?

"Yes, that's good!"

Li Brown drank a bowl, slapped the table and sighed. hateful at a young age, he was cut off from the path of light. And this bright path is also ashamed, it is a broken exam. Li Brown thought to herself, mocking the heavens and the earth, and in the end, she wanted to laugh at herself the most. "I should be twenty unsatisfied, and I will be as sad as a withered orchid. Clothes like flying quails and horses like dogs, Linqi fencing raw copper roar. Li Brown put his index finger and middle finger up, knocked on the table and recited Li He's poem. Li Brown, Li He, could it be that I am the reincarnation of Li He of the Tang Dynasty? Can I achieve something? Can I be as famous as him and leave my name for future generations? There is still a difference between the two Han Hong, who are in the same world at the same time, and I am a scholar in later generations, can I be worthy of Li He more than a hundred years ago? Is it really a way to the dark, can there really be a way out?

Thinking of a way to the dark, Li Brown thought to himself: "The blind man said that I am a good sword, why don't you take the martial arts test?" I would rather be a centurion than a scholar." Do you have to check the three generations when you go to join the army? Since I have fought for you, the Great Song Kingdom, you still don't believe me?" Li Brown still had tears in his eyes, and this scene of being in his twenties and leaving tears in his eighties and nineties is really sad and lamentable.

I poured several sips of wine in a row, and after shaking it, there were not many sips left in the pot. The people in the neighborhoods all looked coldly at the drunken Xiucai chanting some meat and vegetarian poems there, holding the attitude of watching jokes, and made up their minds to watch the monkey show to the end. Li Brown got up, slapped two copper coins on the table, carried the wine jug, and staggered out of the door.

Pedestrians in the city gradually blurred like lightning struck in mid-air. Li Brown could only dodge and point, and the rest didn't care. Just staggered and stumbled out of the city gate, but the brocade flowers did not have the brightness and festivity of the spring moon, but like autumn.

"Whew", Li Brown breathed a long sigh of relief, drank the last bit of wine, and threw the wine jug twenty or thirty steps away. The flask draws a perfect rainbow in mid-air, and then "snaps" and falls apart. When the voice sounded, Li Brown only felt so happy, but after the joy, he felt panicked again. I can't tell where it's blocked, I can't tell where it's not happy, but it's very depressed, and it's more sad than dead.

Li Brown burst into tears. On the field of spring, the strong man cried with a handful of snot and tears. What are you crying about? Cry yourself. Crying that you are poor and sour, crying that your ambition is difficult to pay, crying that your fate is unfortunate. Sometimes when I think about it, people are also pitiful. God always jokes on you. You say that "the heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds", so why do those who have a smooth journey still live more lively than us?

So, unfairness is everywhere. Even God is not fair, what do you expect?

Li Brown threw the burden in the rape flowers, walked over to the pillow on it, and fell asleep. The aroma of rape flowers is not very strong, but it is very special, like the smell of burning candles, tampered with by sandalwood, and slowly rising all the way into the damp forest. The moist air in the forest is mixed with the scent of sandalwood candle smoke, which is the fragrance of rape flowers. This aroma is most suitable for inducing spring sleep. With the warm spring sun, if you don't sleep, when will you stay.

Li Brown had fallen asleep and couldn't move. But his mind was still flying, and he didn't know if he was dreaming. He wanted to occupy a poem and compose a poem, and he felt that the wine that overturned the river and the sea just prompted the poem. Huang Fuzi once said that "wine is a poet's prescription", but this is not the case.

Li Brown had already typed the draft, and in his dream, he danced, and his poems had blurted out:

Helping the head and sick me again, the dead grass only gave birth to two hairs.

Breaking the gall and condensing the blue picture late, swallowing the sky and wiping blood and drinking the mourning knife.

The red Luo cold tent is smoked, and the Bilu incense car is drunk.

In short, it was a lot of dodons at that time, and the old stars were high in long smoke.

After chanting a poem, I was not happy, and I turned the poetry rhyme downside down, and made a new one, saying:

Tired of horses flying into the ancient moon high, mourning mud trampled through the old pottery.

The salty wind is made of arrows and sand for dogs, and the grass is like clothes and willows like knives.

Evil takes the long star to look at the old road, and the thick cry of blood and water sends hair.

also hates the death of the sun clock, and the fire paper cold spring makes the ghost.

Sleep. What better if you snore and don't sleep?