The moon is like a disk, and the stars are shining brightly.
In fact, not to mention the past life, it is difficult to see such beautiful scenery in today's cities and even in the countryside.
The bright moon seemed to be right in front of me, within reach.
Lu Ming sat on the boulder.
Next to her, Christine sat hugging her knees. She was about to go to sleep when Lu Ming called her over. She was wearing snow-white satin clothes and trousers. Her silky blond hair was simply tied into a hairpin with exquisite gemstones. She became even more gorgeous and indescribably beautiful. Looking at the bright moon in the distance, she There was a hint of intoxication in his blue eyes.
Looking at the shadow of Chang'e flying in the bright moon, Lu Ming sighed quietly, "I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that it will be too cold in the beautiful buildings and jade buildings at high places."
Christine looked over in astonishment, her green eyes flashing with brilliance, "Do you still have such literary talent?"
Lu Ming coughed: "The predecessors did it. I am just a repeater. This situation and this scene suddenly came to my mind and I felt this way."
Christine shook her head gently: "If it is a poem by an ancient from Central China, with such artistic conception, such beautiful writing, loneliness and pride, how could it be unknown?"
Lu Ming smiled and said: "There is an ancient book passed down from my family. It should be full of good articles that have been forgotten. For example, I will add a few sentences." Looking at the bright moon, he said loudly: "If you are proud of life, you must have all the joy. Don't let the golden bottle be empty." Yue: It is my destiny that my talents will be useful, and I will come back after all my gold has been spent!"
"There's more!" After a pause, he chanted: "Speechless, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook. The lonely sycamore tree in the deep courtyard locked the autumn. It kept cutting, and it was still messy, it was the sorrow of divorce. It's not the ordinary feeling, in my heart .”
Smiling at Christine: "Do you still want to hear it?"
Christine was speechless. The style of these three poems was obviously not that of the same author, let alone someone who could write such three masterpieces in one breath.
"It's a mess, you are such a mess, but I have to say, you always make people feel amazing, just like an endless book! A book that can never see the ending!" Christine shook her head helplessly.
"Do you still want to hear it? I still have it." Lu Ming smiled.
"No!" Kristine looked helpless, "These three poems take a long time to understand the taste!" She sighed again, "I didn't expect that the ancient poems of Central China could be so beautiful? I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it."
Lu Ming smiled. The poems written by the people of Central China a thousand years ago were too strong in ancient charm. However, under the rule of feudal lords, people who wanted to get ahead did not need literati who recited poems, let alone eight-legged essays, but practicality. Ism is prevalent, thinkers who study the laws of things, and even craftsmen are valued more than poets. Poets and the like are more like idle second-rate people, so in terms of poetry and songs, they are far inferior to their previous lives.
But from another perspective, smart people don’t need to study how to write beautiful articles all their lives. People who are knowledgeable in reading, let alone those who have been studying from childhood to adulthood, have to learn how to break the topic, carry the topic, start the speech, enter the topic, start the sentence, and hit the target. , Hougu, and Buxu. As long as they fail the imperial examination, they may even have to study it for a lifetime. Can such a person really be called a cultural person? What significance does it have for social progress?
Over there, Kristine murmured: "I want to ride the wind back, but I'm afraid it's too cold at high places..."
Lu Ming smiled and said: "There is another song, I think it is very good!" He chanted: "The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is far away in darkness. When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless people in the world." He paused. Next, "Tender love is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't bear to look at the Magpie Bridge on the way home. If our love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night."
He added: "You probably haven't heard of the story of Magpie Bridge. Let me tell it to you! Otherwise, you won't be able to appreciate some of the artistic conception in it."
Kristine nodded: "Okay."
Lu Ming told her the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.
Bathed in the bright moonlight, the two of them seemed to blend into the mountains and forests, and the scenery was picturesque.
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In the RV from Fuyunshan back to Zhenjiang Provincial Airport.
Christine slowly sipped her coffee and flipped through the magazines on the tea table.
She was wearing a snow-white skirt and a silver flower-embellished top hat. The casual outfit of an aristocratic beauty was less majestic than usual and more demure and feminine.
Lu Ming also sipped the tea slowly and looked at her with a smile: "You seem to be a little different today."
Christine nodded lightly: "The sandalwood in the bedroom is very good. I rarely sleep so soundly. I really seem to have forgotten all my worries." She took a deep look at Lu Ming and said, "Can I come here again? If I come alone, will they allow me to live there? It seems that they are very respectful to you, that courtyard is specially prepared for you."
Lu Ming smiled: "I am now, how should I put it, a spare tire? I should be your professional errand boy. In short, I am looking for a way to relieve your fatigue. I will take you on the journey, and then you will leave." Leave me alone and relax by yourself. You've been to the charity fund in Longgang a few times, right? Every time I go there when I'm extremely busy, and I can't get away from you if I want to." Shake his head, "Now It's Fuyun Mountain again, I can bet that you must have secretly come here to relax and enjoy the comfortable life there when I'm not in Zhenjiang! It's said that you can pick chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and see the southern mountains leisurely, right?"
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Kristine pursed her lips and smiled, thinking about it: "When you say this, I feel really sorry for you."
Lu Ming waved his hand: "Forget it, it doesn't matter!" He added: "In Antiguala, I am preparing to develop a project suitable for our trip. In Longgang, we can help people litigate cases as small lawyers, with a little money Money can help people, which is a kind of stress relief; in Fuyun Mountain, we are pilgrims, living where monks live, enjoying the beautiful scenery of vegetarian food to cleanse our souls, which is another kind of enjoyment; in Antiguala, I I am going to help you buy an island, be the owner of the island, be the mayor of the municipality, and lead your citizens to get rich. The main reason is that the number of citizens is small, maybe only a few hundred households, and it is not like governing hundreds of thousands of people, so you must be cautious. Treat hundreds of households and see how to lead them to live a happy life. The prerequisite is not to give them money. Do you think it is also a good game? "
Christine listened and nodded slightly: "Sounds good." Then she said: "But, do you regard this as a game? It seems to be full of aristocratic arrogance, and treat the lower class people as toys?"
Lu Ming sighed softly: "Actually, what I am thinking about is, you said, if we were an ordinary couple, middle class or poor, what would it be like to live? Think about it, I'm looking forward to it. Chris, have you ever thought about what your life would be like if you were a girl from an ordinary family?"
Hearing the word "husband and wife", Christine frowned and wanted to say something, but after hearing what Lu Ming said later, she was stunned for a moment, shook her head and said: "Your thoughts are always very strange. There used to be a proud man." Extravagant nobles like to play so-called role-playing games like yours. They often ask their servants to pretend to be masters, and he pretends to be a servant, but in the end the territory is devoured by whales and the people die miserably."
Lu Ming was stunned and smiled bitterly: "Your honor, you are the worst at killing people. However, what you are talking about is, what kind of pressure and responsibility does a person have to bear regardless of his status."
Kristine nodded slightly: "As long as you understand."
"Thank you for your teaching, Your Majesty!" Lu Ming stood up and bowed slightly.
Christine glared at him and didn't bother to pay attention.
