I often envy the jade man in the world, and the heaven should beg for the sweet lady. The clear song spreads to the white teeth, the wind blows, the snow flies and the sea of flames becomes cool.
After returning from thousands of miles away, my face becomes less and less beautiful, and my smile still carries the fragrance of plum blossoms. I asked if Lingnan was not good, but he said: This place where I feel at ease is my hometown.
I have to admit that in this song "Ding Feng Bo", Su Dongpo vividly expressed the image of a woman loved by everyone in the world in just a few sentences.
However, in this poem, what is truly enviable is not the woman, but the man who owns the woman.
Yunchu knew that he was not destined to have such a woman, so he was easily satisfied in this aspect. He was really satisfied with having a wife like Yu Xiurong.
It was Naha who put her head in his arms and cried.
Naha is a child who hates crying. But in front of Yunchu, she still likes to cry to express that she has been humiliated and needs her brother to save her face.
Yun Chu pulled Naha out of his arms, narrowed her crying face and said, "Because you can't write poems about the moon, were you kicked out by Gongsun Xiu and Granny Cui?"
Naha pursed her lips and nodded aggrievedly.
Yun Chu thought for a while and said, "You can't compose poetry. Isn't this natural? Why do you feel aggrieved?"
"Ah, a person who can write poetry has wine to drink. What wine do you drink at such a young age?"
"You said that what they drink is a kind of red, fragrant and sweet water. You also want to drink it, but they don't give it to you? So, you also have to compose a poem."
Seeing Naha nodding heavily, even shaking off the golden butterflies in her hair, Yun Chu's head was as big as a bucket.
If Naha had studied hard since she was a child, she might not have been able to compose a piece similar to the song "Ode to the Goose" composed by the seven-year-old boy from Gangnam East Road.
The problem is that this child has not liked reading since he was a child, and he really doesn't like reading. He has been studying for four or five years, and he has not even memorized the "Thousand-Character Classic", let alone the further knowledge of "June Rhythm".
Without learning these things, there is no way to compose poetry. Therefore, it is a big problem for Naha to compose poetry.
With a handkerchief, she wiped Naha's tears, snot, and sweat from crying. She looked around at her sister's round face. The more she looked at her, the more she liked her. He kissed her on the forehead and said, "It's a trivial matter. Brother, help you!"
After saying that, he held Naha in his arms, held her little hand, and wrote on the paper, Naha's eternal masterpiece - "Silent Night Thoughts".
After finishing writing, he taught Naha to recite it word for word. When the child was completely able to read it, he patted her butt and said that she could go to Yu Xiurong, Gongsun, and Granny Cui to show off.
Watching Naha skipping away, Yunchu felt that the child was extremely cute. At this moment, he even thought that the song "Ode to the Goose" written by King Luo Bin was probably ghostwritten by his father and brother.
Are you kidding me, a seven-year-old kid composes poetry? Yunchu is so knowledgeable, but he can't write poetry now.
After sending Naha away, Yunchu looked at the not-yet-full moon, opened the documents from Wannian County again, and thought hard about ways to enrich the people.
When it comes to women, if you want the kind of women in Su Shi’s poems, it’s not like they didn’t exist in the Tang Dynasty. They just need to be cultivated from an early age.
Look around the world.
European women are basically invisible now, especially the sexy Gallic women, who are shivering through the cold winter with their pigs in their arms. Their men are currently fighting a bloody battle with the Eastern Roman Empire to protect their pigs from women. snatched away by the Romans.
The world of *** is taking shape, and the four caliphs are murdering each other to compete for the position closest to God. I heard that the women there have very soft waists and can twist like snakes... This seems pretty good.
Japanese women like to paint their teeth black, so forget it.
Really speaking, the new Luo Fu is the closest to the aesthetics of the Tang people...
While Yun Chu was thinking hard about strategies to benefit the country and the people, several women stood behind him.
When Yun Chu came back from the painful memories and was about to take a sip of tea, he found Yu Xiurong squatting on the ground, resting his chin on the table and staring at him without blinking.
Yunchu put down his teacup and said, "You are just serving the country and the people. Don't worship me too much. This is just the daily life of a Tang Dynasty official. When you get married, you will gradually get used to it."
Before Yu Xiurong could speak, Gongsun took the poem that Yun Chu had helped Naha write and slapped it on the table and said, "This is what you wrote."
Yun Chu took it over and looked at it, frowning and saying, "My handwriting is not that bad."
"I know the words above were not written by you. I am asking if you read this poem to Naha?"
Naha, who was holding a large jug of grape juice in her arms, opened her little mouth, which was stained red by the grape juice, and said, "I wrote it!" Gongsun said, "I don't believe it."
Naha was anxious, put down the wine bottle in her hand, jumped up and sat on Yunchu's lap, grabbed her brother's hand and said hastily: "Come on, let's write another song for them to see."
Gongsun said disdainfully: "You said it wasn't written by you. It's a scene in the Tang Dynasty when a brother works as a literary thief for his sister." Yun Chu looked at Gongsun's breasts, which were comparable to those of a Gaul woman, and said dissatisfiedly: "Why? Do you think you are a literary thief? Take this poem out and ask to see if it was written by that talented person and was stolen by us brothers and sisters.
Yu Xiurong smiled and said: "Of course this is a poem written by my sister.
Ms. Cui's eyes rolled a few times, then she opened her mouth and smiled and said, "Yes, this is what Miss Naha wrote. If you don't believe me, let someone else ask."
Gongsun smiled bitterly and said: "You insist on putting gold powder on Naha's face, aren't you afraid of being exposed by others?" Yunchu laughed and said: "You have nothing to do, so you go to the temple and scrape the gold powder off the face of the Buddha statue?"
Mrs. Cui immediately followed: "Yes, yes, my little wife is the lamp-holder girl under Master Xuanzang. That short-sighted person will ask, why is it strange that the virgin at the Water and Land Conference composed such a poem?" of."
Gongsun looked at Yu Xiurong and said, "Are you determined to get on the same boat with this scoundrel husband like you?" Yu Xiurong covered her mouth and laughed and said, "Marry a chicken, follow the chicken, marry a dog, follow the dog. When you marry, you will be carried on a pole." Walk."
When Yunchu saw that Gongsun was still complaining about Li Bai, he smiled and said: "Okay, okay, I actually heard this poem outside."
Only then did Gongsun relax. He covered his heaving chest with his hands and said, "Let me tell you, how could Naha write such a profound poem about homesickness?"
Yun Chu looked at this beautiful woman and really didn't understand, just relying on her brain, how she could live to this day with such a beautiful body on her back.
Naha drank a lot of grape juice and got drunk as expected. Mrs. Cui carried her back to the bedroom, and Gongsun also followed her with a wink.
There was only a busy Yu Xiurong who was cutting candles, wiping the table, and filling Yun Chu with tea.
"If you also want a poem, I will teach you how to write it."
Yu Xiurong shook his head and said, "I don't want any good poems or sentences. I only need to know that my husband is a great talent."
Poetry has never been a necessity for Yun Chu. In the world he lived in before, good poetry was also sought after, but it was no longer closely related to people's lives.
Yu Xiurong is different. Her family has been passed down by poetry and calligraphy. Although her family is in decline, Yu Xiurong still hopes that her husband should be a talented man who is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
In the past, she felt that Yunchu's appearance was God sending him to save her. Now, she felt that this was God's special favor for her.
The beloved in front of her, after writing the song "Quiet Night Thoughts", finally filled up the last bit of regret in her heart.
Seeing Yu Xiurong's lustful appearance, Yun Chu really wished he could do something. Unfortunately, the stout Mr. Cui stood at the door, coughing incessantly, so he could only sigh in despair.
Li Zhi seemed to enjoy walking in the alleyway paved with bluestones in Jinchangfang, and his bad hands had not changed at all. After a while, a weeping willow appeared on his hand, and a rose that was originally in full bloom appeared. , and a stone fisherman deliberately carved by a Jinchangfang craftsman. This fisherman was originally fishing on a boulder in a small water feature, but was snatched away by Li Zhi.
Since Li Hong first came to Jinchangfang, the task of taking care of the child has fallen on Yun Chu. He used to hold him, but now he drags him.
Strangely enough, the child held his hand tightly along the way, and would never let go even if his palms were covered in sweat.
Li Zhi began to pull out bamboos again. This time, the roots of the bamboos were deeply rooted. He did not have the two strokes of Lu Zhishen, so it was difficult to shake these giant bamboos as thick as arms.
Then, Yunchu saw that Wu Zhaoyi glanced at the huge bear-like man behind him. This guy immediately came over and grabbed the bamboo with both hands. There was a clicking sound, and the thick-armed bamboo was really hit. He was unplugged.
Immediately, Yunchu heard Li Zhi say angrily: "You bastard, I just want to see if these bamboos are newly planted. Why are you pulling out the good bamboos?"
Wu Zhaoyi smiled sweetly at the side and said: "It will be more realistic when you pull it out, don't you think so, Yun Qing?"
Yun Chu was stunned for a moment. At first he thought Wu Zhaoyi had called him by the wrong name, but soon he realized that Yun Qing was referring to him.
"Reporting back to Zhaoyi, in the past, Jinchangfang was extremely hot and muggy, so I wanted to plant more bamboos to provide more shade. As a result, three years later, the bamboos that used to provide shade for the people in the village have turned into a scourge. .
Starting this year, work is already underway to replace tree species. Li Zhi asked: "Why did bamboo become a disaster?" "
Yun Chu sighed and said, "Wei Chen has no way of predicting where the bamboo roots will grow. In the past two years, as the bamboos have grown wildly, the bamboo shoots growing from their root systems have destroyed many walls.
Even in the living rooms and bedrooms of residents' homes, bamboo shoots broke through the masonry and came out. "
Li Zhi looked at Yunchu and ignored his answer, but asked directly: "Why did the British Lord recommend you to be the county captain of Wannian County?"
