"The willows are hanging green on the ground, and the willows are flying in the sky. The willow branches are broken and the flowers are flying. May I ask the pedestrians whether they are coming home?" Peony's voice is as gentle as the moonlit night in Yangzhou. It is also tender as water, the good times are like dreams, and she can't bear to look at the Magpie Bridge. The gentleness of the return journey.
Li Yuanying lightly pressed against the side of the boat and smiled lazily: "Peony, change the singing of Yangliu Qingqing to the Qingjiang River, and hear the singing of people walking on the Langjiang River. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is sunshine but there is no sunshine."
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When all the wicker branches are broken and the flowers fly away, I would like to ask the passers-by if they are returning home? He wasn't saying goodbye at Baqiao, and no one asked him whether he was coming back... According to the original historical line, until Li Erfeng left, the King of Teng never returned to Chang'an... It turns out that He still cared about Little Baozi not coming to Tengzhou. Little Baozi always follows someone, does Li Erfeng, the big-eared thief, feel the same sense of loss?
It is better to have more sons, lest the daughter wants to bury the groom... in the snow when she gets married.
"The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. Is there sunshine when there is no sunshine?" Tang Jian looked at Li Yuanying in surprise. He didn't know whether he came across a good sentence accidentally or because he was pretending to be indifferent after repeated deliberation... The former is possible. Sex is greater. I don’t know how many women will try to push him because of these poems? Prince Teng's Mansion is destined to never be peaceful. Xiao Qiniang... is destined to have to work hard in this life, and someone has missed her.
Li Yuanying sat back on the low couch, leaned lazily on the soft pillow, and smiled casually: "Tang Fu, the sun rises in the east and rains in the west. It happens almost every day in Xicheng and Langao. Why are you so surprised?"
As long as someone does not admit that what he is writing is about love, he is just describing the weather. Being a copywriter is also very hard, and the ancients were not easy to do it at all.
"..." Tang Jian didn't expect such an answer. On both sides of the Han River, there are many mountains in the Bashan and Qinling Mountains. It is true that the sun rises in the east and rains in the west. However, no one has ever written that there is sunshine when there is no sunshine... Prince Teng not only Only eyes that are good at discovering beauty, as well as fresh and elegant poetic talent... He also sat back on the low couch, twitched the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile, "I admit that I have seen such weather conditions, but I only find it troublesome. I need it when traveling. Carrying an umbrella adds to the burden. I would never think of writing it into a poem, and even if it were written into a poem, it would not give people the mysterious and mysterious feeling that a good line is born by nature and accidentally picked up by a good hand."
Li Yuanying: "..."
Black gives someone black eyes, and of course someone should use them to find the light instead of staring into the abyss. It's just that good verses are made by nature, and good hands can accidentally find them... If I remember correctly, they should be the poems of the old man Hong Sushou. The original lines are articles that are made by nature, and good hands can find them by chance... Can this be considered the flapping of a butterfly's wings? A little more?
"Fu Tang is overly praised. I don't dare to admit this. The group of scholars and talented people in Hongwen Hall will make me see what it means to convince people with reason."
The literati who half-stepped the Analects of Confucius to rule the world and half-stepped the language to rule the world, some people kept a respectful distance from them, hiding their merits and reputations deeply. Without latitude and longitude, black and yellow in the sky, they can all pick out the 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5 of Taoism and Confucianism... There are six small differences in each of the 18 differences so far, which makes someone go back to reading comprehension. Cutting off the hair, it explains what kind of descriptive techniques the author uses to express what thoughts and feelings, and it also extends or sublimates to complex emotional expressions such as blah blah... or using ancient and modern satire to metaphor people.
The most difficult thing to analyze is ancient Chinese prose, as well as Brother Xun's articles. The punctuation marks have unique and special meanings. From the Baicao Garden to Ayi like a compass, from the melon field to the threshold of Xianglin's sister-in-law's donation, from the white arm to the little Gushuang... Later, Brother Xun became one of the most popular writers on the Internet... No, I have doubts for the moment, the persona of mouth substitute and foodie is as solid as Mount Tai.
"My lord, you don't have to pay attention to their barking." Tang Jian found that drinking a cup of black tea in the crisp autumn weather was quite comfortable. "What they are best at is to join if they can't beat them. It won't be long before all kinds of poetry will spring up like mushrooms after rain, becoming their latest means of raising their hopes."
They are not good at starting a sect, but they are very good at following trends. With King Teng's Tangli rhythm and a few recent poems, they have already picked up the details, and will soon seize the limelight to prevent King Teng from being more beautiful than others.
"Then send this one back. From now on, we will write about romance, and let them play in other areas." Li Yuanying turned his eyes slightly, thinking of Wang Wei, Li Bai, Wang Changling, Gao Shi, Cen Shen, Du Fu and others, the genre There are many, and there are many excellent works. It depends on how many of them can afford the splendid Tang Dynasty. From watching the new rain in Kongshan Mountain, to letting white deer roam among the green cliffs; from leaving no trace for thousands of miles, to not returning from the long march of thousands of miles; from suddenly seeing the color of willows on the road, to the north wind blowing geese and snow; from Yanshan snowflakes as big as a mat, To see thousands of pear trees blooming; from meeting on the horse without paper and pen, to appearing alone on stage after a hundred years of illness; from singing during the day and drinking, to meeting you again when the flowers are falling... I really want to go to the Kaiyuan Tianbao period and play with their youth Return home with good friends
... A certain Saburo was too lively, which led to the Anshi Rebellion... A certain person still prefers Zhenguan and Li Erfeng. Occasionally, when I am a copywriter, my jaw drops in shock, and I enter the time of the sage, reaching a transcendent state where I am no longer in the world, but there is always a legend about me in the world.
Xiao Ruoyuan: "..."
Prince Teng's face became thicker and thicker... He asked in a somewhat narrow-minded manner: "Your Majesty, what is romance?"
"There are hundreds of flowers in spring and a moon in autumn, and there is a cool breeze in summer and snow in winter. If there are no other things to worry about, it is a good time in the world." Li Yuanying rolled his eyes at Xiao Ruoyuan and said casually. I want to dig a hole for someone to jump into. Haha, although I have never caught a fish, I am very professional in the skills of making fishing nests.
Xiao Ruoyuan: "..."
It has a very Taoist charm and is very consistent with the Taoist and natural meaning. Mr. Yuan and the others should have a headache.
Tang Jian: "..."
It fits the meaning of a hermit. If Your Majesty sees this poem, will he kill Tengzhou again?
Peony, who was playing the phoenix-headed harp, lowered her head and suppressed a smile. If she had nothing to worry about, it would be a good time in the world. There would be no poem more in line with the prince's temperament than this. Ever since he entered Prince Teng's Mansion, I haven't seen him leisurely. He is either making gifts for Princess Jinyang, writing poems and articles, or helping the Young Mansion, the Ministry of Industry, or the Yunhe Mansion to improve equipment, clarify ideas, and propose new ideas. The idea is so busy.
Putting down the tea cup, Li Yuanying grabbed a handful of cold melon seeds and turned on the melon seed shells all over the floor mode... Friendly reminder: It is not appropriate to turn on this mode in public places, as you will be asked who is shameless... Buddhist Zen is best at poetry and verses, Hui Kai The Zen master meditated on the word "wu" for six years, but he still failed to understand its meaning. He suddenly heard the drums in the Zhaitang... Wait, in the third year of Yonghui (651), Daoxin passed the Dharma to Hongren, and Shenxiu and Hui Neng wrote the Bodhi Tree poem twenty years later... The great monk who went west to obtain Buddhist scriptures has not yet returned to Chang'an. A road can be built to reach Gaochang City so that he can return to Chang'an as soon as possible.
"Your Majesty, will this poem also be transmitted back to Chang'an?" Tang Jian didn't know whether he should approve of Li Yuanying's leisurely eating melon seeds, whether he should approve of it, or whether he should approve of it?
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