But I heard Chen Jisheng continue to chant, "Suddenly I think of the tourists far away, and then I think of the people who came to court in the morning, walking at night in the freezing cold, the cold has not yet risen, the heart is the father of the body, and the body is the minister of the heart, and the body is not free, all because of the heart, I Now that my heart is contented, my body will be at peace, and I will live up to your words!"
"The sentences of this poem by the old man are peaceful, but the artistic conception is profound." Ye Baiqing said.
"Master Chen, you care about everything, whether it's external affairs, internal affairs, or world affairs." Dugulou said.
"I can live up to your words!" Qiu Ruolan said with a smile, "I just like this sentence."
"Father, are you still contented? I just don't believe it." Liu Xiangqin covered her mouth and sneered.
"My body is not free because of my heart. Since my heart is content, my body will be at peace..." Baili Qingyun kept reciting these two sentences silently, feeling something in his heart.
"Old man, what does this poem mean? Why can't I understand it?" Tie Kunlun looked confused and quietly asked the madman.
"Just do whatever you want," said the madman.
"Old man, here's a toast to you, may your body be beautiful forever!" Xiao Chen stood up and raised his glass, and everyone stood up and toasted Chen Jisheng together.
I wish him good health and a long life.
"Han Zhong, I'm trying to attract good friends, it's your turn." Chen Jisheng raised his glass, drank it with a smile, and looked at Dugu Tower.
"A poem is not a poem that a certain director is good at. It's just a poem that reluctantly responds to the style." Dugulou was polite when he said this. He pondered for a while and said loudly, "The ice of the abyss is three feet thick, and the plain snow covers thousands of miles. My heart is like a pine and cypress. How is your love similar to yours?"
The words of this poem are simpler, but they imply two levels of meaning.
Since I told Xiao Chen that I am willing to follow him, my heart is like ice and snow, and my ambition is like pine and cypress, but I am also slightly uneasy. I wonder what you will do to me, Prince?
It's a hypothetical question.
He also expressed his feelings to Qiu Ruolan, saying that he loves her as much as pine and cypress, and loves her as much as ice and snow.
It is also a hypothetical question.
Because he knew that Xiao Chen treated him deeply and deeply, and also knew that Qiu Ruolan had a deep affection for him, so there was no need to answer these two questions.
"Oh, this is a love poem." Xiao Chen said with a smile, "Mrs. Ruolan, when you ask about loyalty to the Han Dynasty, you should have your words!"
"I don't know how to write poetry, so I don't need to show my shame in front of all the talented people. However, when I was a child in Jiangnan, I once heard a little poem. I ride on a chariot with a chariot and a man rides on a green horse. How can we be united? ? Under the pines and cypresses of Xiling."
The big guy had no choice but to swallow this handful of dog food silently.
"Xiangqin, please play a song." Xiao Chen said.
"Then I'm going to show off my ugliness?" Liu Xiangqin had already prepared the draft, so he said it without thinking, "It's strange that the north wind is strong and the front garden is as bright as the moon. The immortal would rather use cleverness to cut the water and make the flowers fly!"
It is elegant and refined, and the words are beautiful. It is indeed worthy of being a lady, and everyone applauds it together.
"Shan Chang, you can also sing a song." Xiao Chen called Shan Chang by name.
"Ask me to compose a poem? How can I do that?" Wen Shanchang said modestly, "But Miss Xiangqin has already made a fool of herself, so I have to make a fool of myself and piece together a poem at random. Don't laugh!"
The poem says: "The lotus heart of magnolia is blooming in the snow, the grass on the willow bank is fragrant in the spring, the clouds are returning thousands of miles away, and the moon is calm and the water is long."
Everyone was amazed after hearing this, because this poem seemed ordinary, but it was cleverly embedded with snow in the sky, spring willow, grass Huaixiang, Magnolia officinalis, lotus heart, cloud return, Qianli Ming, and Gansui. There are eleven Chinese medicine names in total: , Haiyue, Congrong, and Shuiqu.
That is considered very rare.
Ling'er said that I really didn't know how to do it, but since everyone was in such high spirits, I just had to make up some nonsense. If you want to laugh, then just laugh.
But here it is: There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone. He knows from a distance that it is not snow, because there is a faint fragrance coming!
yeah?
You still call such a good poem nonsense?
Everyone was immediately impressed by Ling'er.
In fact, Ling'er didn't write this at all. She was out of the city with her brother Xiao Chen that day and heard Xiao Chen reciting a sentence casually. She thought it was very good and kept it in her heart.
Now he recited it in public, and as expected, everyone was shocked by his words, and couldn't help but burst into laughter with pride.
Naturally, Xiao Chen wouldn't tell the truth, so he just let the little girl be happy, because he hadn't seen her smile so happily for a long time.
When she is happy, Xiao Chen is happy.
The younger sister has excelled, it’s time for the younger brother.
"Xiao Ye, don't just eat! I usually teach you to read, write and make pairs. Aren't you very serious in learning? Now it's time to check. You can also make a song and listen to it!" Xiao Chen He never had a good tone when talking to Xiao Ye.
A sister is meant to be loved, and a younger brother is meant to be repaired.
"Ah?" Unexpectedly, Xiao Ye has his own things to do. Brother, if you ask me to write poetry, it would be better to let me die!
How many days have I been able to read? Do you think so?
But I couldn't help but listen to my brother's words. I blushed anxiously, scratched my ears and cheeks, and it took me a long time to hold back the words, "One piece after another."
Everyone couldn't help but laugh after hearing this. This doesn't look like poetry, it's vernacular, isn't it?
But Xiao Ye was still a child, and he was born a beggar. He had never read a book, so it was normal for him not to be able to write poetry.
He is the God of Killing, not the God of Poetry.
It was really wrong for Xiao Chen to force him like this.
"That's right, keep going!" Duan Linger encouraged him.
"Uh... two tablets, three tablets, four or five tablets?" Xiao Ye looked at his brother Xiao Chen quietly and saw that his face was quite ugly. He was afraid, hesitant and hesitant.
"Hmph, you do know how to count!" Xiao Chen said angrily, "Go on, let me see how long you can count?"
"Six pieces, seven pieces, eighty-nine pieces..." Xiao Ye really continued to count.
Everyone had seen Xiao Ye's bravery in killing enemies on the battlefield, but it was rare to see him look so fearful and frightened, and they couldn't help laughing.
Amidst the roar of laughter, Xiao Ye suddenly said something else, "Flying into the reeds, the flowers are gone!"
Oops, everyone was shocked when they heard this, this twist is so wonderful!
What was originally a plain spoken vernacular suddenly took on a charm with the addition of such a punchline.
Xiao Chen was also greatly surprised, oh boy, you really have the spirit to write poetry!
I originally wanted to use this opportunity to scold you and make you study hard in the future, but unexpectedly you gave me a little surprise.
"Actually, it's sister Ling'er..." In fact, the sentence just now was written by Ling'er on his palm with her fingers. The two sisters hang out together all day long and have a good understanding of each other, so he can feel Ling'er's handwriting. If it were someone else, That won’t work either.
After all, reading and writing are not what Xiao Ye is good at.
"It's his sister Ling'er who I usually teach well. Stop talking and eat dumplings quickly. It's your turn, crazy brother." Duan Ling'er quickly interrupted him.
What a little fool, you have to ask your brother to scold you during the big holiday! Can you just let him praise you once?
The madman really can't compose poetry. There is no room in his mind for such useless things.
"Let me compose a poem for the madman." Xiao Chen would not force the madman to compose a poem, so he took the initiative to ask for help, which actually made him feel a little itchy.
Everyone is all ears.
