The mountains are green, full of bamboo forests, the sky is raining and snowing, the climate is dark, and it is close to dusk. But the bamboo forest is verdant, standing proudly, refusing to bow to the ice and snow; at the foot of the mountain, a stone bridge is horizontally oblique, and in the dense bamboo forest next to it, a plum tree blooms out in full bloom, the branches are craggy, the flowers are delicate, compared with the temperament of the green bamboo, but there is a little more charm into the bone.

Ren'er is full of wind and snow, and I come from the bitter cold!

This is a smile in the face of suffering, like a ray of sunshine breaking through the haze - anytime, anywhere, hope forever!

This painting of Ye Junmei did not take long, and the pen was like flying, but no matter the chapter or artistic conception, it has reached a very high level.

Undoubtedly, when she painted, the girl was full of emotion, and compared herself with the plum blossoms that bloomed in the snow, and she had a lot of sustenance.

--When she was young, her father and mother were lost, her only brother was demented, and the burden of life was completely on her immature shoulders. It was hard at that time, it was really hard. Spring goes to autumn, the scorching sun and snow, pickles and porridge, coarse grains and omnivorous. Every day, it's as if there is no tomorrow.

Every day, it seems that there is no tomorrow, how hard and hard is this?

God is pitiful, and I finally got through it.

Since the day her brother opened her mind, she knew that the hardest and most tiring days had passed.

Ye Junmei will always remember the bits and pieces of that day.

Then life is on the right track, getting better and better day by day. It's just the feelings of the past, the memories of the past, I always refuse to forget, and I can't forget it. So now, in the face of the sudden outbreak of plum blossoms, with Danqing as the carrier, all the emotional memories are entrusted.

The charm of art is here, as long as you concentrate on appreciating and experiencing it, the softest part of your heart will be touched and moved.

Ye Junsheng picked up the brush and faced the danqing drawn by his sister, and he was also embarrassed. After a little thought, the pen was sharpened with ink, and the word was inscribed in the blank space on the painting, "Fortune Operator":

"Outside the mountain, by the broken bridge, there is no owner. It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy. has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before. ”

When I finished writing, I blew the ink lightly.

Ye Junmei read softly, especially when he read the concluding sentence "Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before", he couldn't help but be stupid.

My brother's words have written my heart's content. It goes perfectly with the painting.

At this time, Ye Junsheng took out the seal of the change of the Xuanhuang Stone Seal of Heaven and Earth, concentrated his luck, and the big seal was stamped in the blank space behind the words.

"Outside the world, the spirit is stubborn. ”

The seal is awe-inspiring, and the spirit is vibrant.

However, my sister didn't have a seal and couldn't stamp it, so she asked her to sign it, so she only smiled and replied: "You can just draw it, why do you need to write it down?"

The only way to do it is to give up.

"Brother Fangyou, it is said that there is another garden of plum blossoms planted on the mountain, which must be in full bloom now, so why don't we go up and enjoy it." ”

"Naturally, you want to go, Brother Sanlong, you love Mei as much as your life, you must be more anxious than me to go up to enjoy Mei. ”

There was a burst of laughter, and someone came up from the bottom of the mountain path.

Ye Junsheng saw that Danqing's pen and ink had dried, so he carefully rolled it up and asked his sister to take it, and then ask someone to frame it when he went back and keep it for treasure.

After a while, two middle-aged men who looked like scribes turned the mountain path and walked up, and when they saw the Ye brothers and sisters in the pavilion, they couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

These two people did not see each other when they were eating, and I wonder if they did not come, or if they belonged to celebrities and celebrities, and ate and drank in another place.

Ye Junsheng packed up a dry bag of belongings early, left with his sister, staggered and passed, nodded slightly, and said hello. Anyway, they didn't know each other, and they didn't have much to say.

When they were far away, a short-bearded scribe asked, "Brother Fangyou, who is this son?"

Brother Fang You shook his head and said, "I don't know, maybe it's a newcomer to the Wenhui." It's the girl next to him, the aura is beautiful, and she is quite unconventional. ”

"It's the same thing you see. ”

After speaking, I didn't dwell too much on this, and walked into the pavilion to enjoy the plums.

"Brother, what next?"

Walking on the mountain path, Ye Junmei asked softly.

Ye Junsheng said: "Why don't you take a look at that Jackdaw Lake again?"

"Hmm. ”

......

The inner city of Yangzhou, the Ximen house, the courtyard is heavy, magnificent, and full of wealth. Because of the cultural meeting, the courtyard is full of friends, and there are many people, which is quite lively.

"Good poetry!"

There is a small lake in the center, and a small square has been carved out by the lake, and many people have gathered at this moment, all of them are stretching their necks to look ahead.

A large wooden table was placed in front of him, and the four treasures of the study room were waiting on the table.

He seems to have drunk a lot of wine, his face is red, and his eyes are hazy with drunkenness, but his hand holding the pen is still steady, and the wine is hearty and inspiring. Wow, it's another song of seven uniques.

After the writing was finished, a small servant next to him took it, blew the ink dry, and then held it high and exhibited it to the onlookers.

"Blowing wine and flying rain for nine days, rain and snow reminiscing about the passing years...... Good poetry!"

"This is the seventh, right?"

"Counting the two songs, there are nine in total. ”

"Wow, awesome!"

"Needless to say, one hour, three pots of wine, nine poems, and the momentum of a hundred poems of Taibai Doujiu in the Tang Dynasty. ”

"There is no doubt that the finale of this year's Spring Festival will be the ......"

Because of the talent competition after the beginning of spring, many Jiangnan talents choose to keep their heads in the dark and work hard behind closed doors; in addition, there is also a purpose to avoid premature exposure. You must know that the Spring Festival will be held every year, but the talent competition, especially the opportunity to be awarded by the emperor's handwritten imperial book "The First Genius in the World", I am afraid that it will be like this once in a lifetime.

It is clear which is more important and which is lighter.

Therefore, this year's conference is destined to be much weaker than previous sessions. Determine to participate, and ensure that there will be famous talents who will come out of the works, and they can be counted in a slap, and there will be many of them who do not contribute to the work, and it is likely that it is just a work of remuneration and adaptation.

Unexpectedly, Gu Daodao, who came from Pingzhou, suddenly broke out.

Pingzhou and Yangzhou are not too far apart, so it can be said that they are close to each other and have close cultural exchanges. Gu Wendao's reputation has long been spread, but he still published a poetry collection, and it sells well.

Now, Gu Wendao was invited by the second son of Ximen to participate in the Spring Festival Meeting, which can be said to be an extremely big-name figure.

The big names seem to be stimulated today, drinking fine wine, shooting cases, and impromptu poems. This writing is as many as nine songs, and the quality of each song can be said to be a standard work.

A real explosion.

After the ninth poem was written, Gu Wendao threw the brush in his hand and shouted: "Happy!"

"Good!"

Below the cheers thundered.

The second son of Ximen sat on the side, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and also applauded.

Suddenly, someone hurriedly came to tell the third lady of the Guo family who had returned from abroad. Hearing this, the second son of Ximen was overjoyed, remembered something, and suddenly asked: "Did she go home, or did she go to Zhushan?"

"I went directly to Zhushan. ”

"Zhushan?"

With a deep groan, the second son of Ximen sat down again, and he was not going to go over today.

......

Zhushan, by the Jackdaw Lake, the originally quiet environment is now full of people, and the sound is inevitably noisy, and occasionally someone clamoring:

"Ye Gongzi, you are known as the number one talent in the north, no matter what, please write a song for us to appreciate and appreciate. ”

"Yes, since you have come to participate in the cultural meeting, there is no reason to stand idly by. ”

The people who came to participate in the Guo family's New Year's party were basically local scholars in Yangzhou, since they heard that Ye Junsheng had appeared, they had spread ten, ten and hundred, and they quickly spread all over the country, and everyone was like chicken blood. has a conceited talent, and directly said that he wanted to learn from Ye Junsheng.

There are also some people who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic and fan the flames on the side, without much effort. As soon as the scholars consciously adjusted the muzzle of the gun, they unanimously went around to find Ye Junsheng.

Seeing this, Liu Tianchen secretly complained. Helplessly, he didn't know where the Ye brothers and sisters had gone, so he couldn't tell him in advance. Later, someone found that Ye Junsheng was watching the water on the edge of Jackdaw Lake, so a large army flocked to it, and this scene appeared.

In the midst of the chaos, Ye Junsheng stood quietly like a mountain: the crowd's sentiment is high, which can also be regarded as a kind of people's will, as for how much malice is contained in it, or it is purely a psychology of watching the excitement, it is difficult to tell.

Whether it is good or bad, it is only in one thought.

"What are you doing?"

Suddenly, there was a coquettish sound, not angry and self-assured. Immediately, a servant came forward and asked everyone to get out of the way, and walked into a young woman, twenty-nine years old, her face was not very beautiful, but her eyebrows were straight, generous and dignified, and she was very graceful.

"Miss Guo San......"

In an instant, people who knew her immediately recognized her and quickly moved out of the way. , Miss Guo San, is not just the daughter of the Guo family, she has been smart since she was a child, has business acumen, and began to help the family manage business at the age of fifteen. It can be said that the management is impressive, very powerful, and it is a great example of women who do not let their eyebrows go.

And she likes Danqing calligraphy, apprenticed to the master of Mu this trip, quite attained, and has considerable talent in the field. Therefore, the annual Spring Festival cultural party held by the family is presided over by her, which is deeply popular.

"Childe is Pengcheng Ye Gongzi?"

Miss Guo San moved lightly and walked in front of Ye Junsheng, looking at him with very bright eyes.

"Xiaosheng Ye Feng, I have seen Miss Guo San. ”

Miss Guo San smiled slightly: "Ye Gongzi doesn't have to be formal, but the concubine has to apologize." The people at the meeting were too abrupt. ”

In just a few words, it can show a generous and decent capable bearing, which makes people feel good.

"Ye Gongzi, please go here, please. ”

This sentence is equivalent to breaking the siege.

Miss Guo San came forward to invite Ye Junsheng to the village to serve tea, although the surrounding scholars were a little unwilling, no one dared to oppose it, and they did not have any opposition position. Just thought about it, since Ye Junsheng participated in the literary meeting, don't say that they, even Miss Guo San will express their wishes and ask Ye Junsheng to compose poems. At that time, you can see what the level will be, and there is no need to rush.

Liu Tianchen, who was in the crowd, saw that Miss Guo San had personally invited Ye Junsheng, and immediately let out a sigh of relief. Anyway, with so many people around just now, it's really hard to deal with, and the scene is too oppressive. Thanks to Ye Junsheng, he was able to calm down.

(To be continued)