Half an hour later, in front of the main hall of Jialan Temple.
Host Naoran led a group of monks and guests from the "World" program to carefully set up a table, pens, ink, paper and inkstones under the steps of the main hall.
When the tourists saw this, they all exclaimed.
"What's going on?"
"What's the point of such a big battle?"
"Isn't that Song Hongdou? Wow! This is recording the program "The World", right? Are we so lucky?"
"What are they doing?"
"I'm probably filming a show!"
"Haha, is this the pure place of Buddhism now?"
The Song Dynasty poem "Last year on this day, in this door, the faces of the people and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red." The human face is unknown, but the peach blossom still smiles in the spring breeze] These twenty-eight words were typed in the memo on the phone and showed to Wang Yin.
Wang Yin stood in front of the table and studied ink carefully.
This is the ink she always carries with her.
As soon as you grind it open, a scent of ink spreads out.
Master Mingran stood aside and looked at it seriously: "Song Ci, do you really want this lady to write it?"
Song Ci nodded seriously.
Li Siyu stood aside and looked at Wang Yin enviously.
She basically couldn't write calligraphy, so she felt that she had missed the best opportunity at this moment.
Tang Shi stood beside Song Ci, his eyes falling on Song Ci's mobile phone.
She was still reading this poem silently in her heart, and the more she read it, the more shocked she felt.
Song Ci uses simple imagery to construct an extremely melancholy scene, which makes people feel sad and lost.
Song Ci...is this a reminder of the past? Do you think of our youth?
Tang poetry is thoughtful.
Who hasn’t had more than ten years of youthful childhood?
What Tang Shi is very fortunate to have at this moment is that there were Song Ci poems in her childhood for more than ten years.
Among those countless mottled memories, there are traces of Song Ci.
Wang Yin straightened his body, exhaled seriously, and his eyes were bright.
Then hold the pen.
Then pick up the pen.
Then start writing.
The people around him didn't dare to take a breath.
The tourists not far away seemed to feel the atmosphere here and became quiet.
But those who should take out their mobile phones to take photos are still taking photos.
After all, in real life, the probability of meeting a celebrity is indeed a bit low.
Song Hongdou stood slightly behind everyone, carefully observing the expressions of Li Siyu and Tang Shi.
Seeing Tang Shi's eyes squinting slightly, she seemed to be immersed in infinite memories, and her eyes seemed to fall on Song Ci vaguely.
Song Hongdou's lips couldn't help but twitch into a sneer.
Is this...reminiscing about your childhood?
It's not necessary.
We are all adults now, so recalling the past is of no use.
People, you still have to look forward.
Song Ci watched Wang Yin's writing seriously and lamented that he really couldn't get his hands on it.
At the same time, a song suddenly sounded in his mind.
[After wandering through many shop windows and staying in many hotels, I feel that separation is not unfair]
[Should feelings be used to browse or to treasure, so that every day will be unforgettable]
[How long have you endured adversity and how many eyes have been wet before you realize that sadness is the legacy of love]
He turned his head and scanned Song Hongdou, Li Siyu, Tang Shi and others one by one.
Whose mood is fluctuating again?
Then Song Ci happened to meet Song Hongdou's eyes.
Song Hongdou immediately glared at Song Ci.
Song Ci waved his hand slightly at her, and then continued to watch Wang Yin write.
After a while, Wang Yin finished writing.
I have to say that she is indeed the most talented woman in Yizhou. This calligraphy written in calligraphy is indeed nothing to say.
"Teacher Song Ci, would you like to sign your name on the signature?" After Wang Yin finished writing, he was too embarrassed to put his personal seal on it, but wanted Song Ci to sign it.
Of course Song Ci would not refuse this matter.
He held the brush and wrote his name seriously.
The handwriting is not that pretty, but it is neat and tidy.
Then Wang Yin changed to a thinner brush and wrote the year, month and day next to the name of Song Ci, as well as the fact that Wang Yin wrote it on his behalf.
Ming Ran stroked his gray beard with great satisfaction. Suddenly, his eyes fell on the title of the poem.
This poem, Song Ci has not yet been given a name!
A touch of excitement suddenly appeared on his face, and his wrists began to tremble a little: "Amitabha...Song Tanyue, you seem to have forgotten one thing!"
Tang Shi took a step forward and glanced curiously: "What's going on? Isn't the signature written?"
Song Hongdou pursed her lips and looked at the old monk.
Li Siyu blinked, not knowing what the monk was talking about.
As for Shen Xi, the two-foot-long monk was even more confused.
Song Ci thought about it for a few seconds, and under Wang Yin's hopeful gaze, he said, "You mean, this poem hasn't been named yet, right?"
Song Ci knows that its original name is "Inscribed on Nanzhuang of the Capital City" and its author was Cui Hu of the Tang Dynasty.
"Taiping Guangji" records that after Cui Hu went to Chang'an to take the Jinshi examination and failed, he met a beautiful girl in the southern suburbs of Chang'an City.
On the Tomb-Sweeping Day of the following year, I revisited this woman but did not meet her again, so I wrote such a poem.
This record is somewhat legendary, and its authenticity cannot be verified.
Master Mingran nodded: "This poem of yours was written in our Jialan Temple. What is the name of your poem?"
The old monk's hint was already obvious.
Just like the two poems "The Hairpin Phoenix" read by Song Ci in Shen Yuan, the host of Jialan Temple also hopes that this poem of Song Ci can leave some traces related to Jialan Temple.
Song Ci laughed dumbly and said: "This poem is called "Ti Jialan Temple"."
The old monk clapped his hands and said, "Okay! Tijialan Temple, great!"
When Wang Yin heard this, he wrote the name of the poem with joy in his eyes.
Tang Shi nodded slightly, thinking this name was really good.
Li Siyu tilted his head, thinking that choosing a name like this would be a bit too flattering to Jialan Temple, but this was Song Ci's own decision.
Song Hongdou stood on the left side of Song Ci and gave a rare compliment: "After a while, when they are engraved on the stone tablet, will you come and see it again?"
Song Ci nodded: "Of course I'll come when I have time."
The two young monks stood up the paper stained with the fragrance of ink horizontally and showed it to all the audience.
Master Mingran stood in front of everyone, and said to everyone with a serious and kind face, overjoyed:
"Everyone, everyone is blessed today. I witnessed Mr. Song's poem "Ti Jialan Temple" written in our Jialan Temple. Come and listen to what kind of literary talent Song Tanyue is. Last year today in this sect... "
The old monk read this poem from the Song Dynasty to everyone again as if he were offering a treasure.
The tourists at the scene were surprised and cheered.
"We are...witnessing a beautiful thing on the spot!"
"The peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze, what a poem, what a poem!"
"Although I don't have much education, when I hear this poem, I feel it is very powerful!"
"Oh my god! Teacher Song Ci, he must be the star of Wenqu. This is so awesome!"
"This poem is really written with great feeling!"
Everyone was praising him.
At this time, a man with a sinister face and a thick gold chain stood out from the crowd. He pointed at Ming Ran with dissatisfaction and said:
"Old monk, I gave you five million before you accepted my poem. You also promised to engrave it on a peach tree. I have finished reading this Song Dynasty poem, and it is not very good. He relies on it. What can be engraved on an inscription and passed down through the ages?”
The rich man was very dissatisfied.
I felt that I had spent so much money, but it was not as effective as Song Ci, a so-called star. I felt that I had been cheated.
But this matter is Jialan Temple’s own business.
Ming Ran clasped his hands together and apologized to Song Ci and others. Then he hurriedly took the wealthy man aside with a few monks and had a deep chat.
Song Ci and others, under the guidance of the program team, put aside the interlude here and continued towards the back mountain of Jialan Temple.
On the way, Li Siyu covered her mouth and said with a smile, "It can be seen that Jialan Temple has made a lot of money over the years!"
Tang Shi also smiled and said: "Looking at it this time, Song Ci, you made a profit this time and saved five million!"
Even Song Hongdou couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.
Wang Yin, on the other hand, said very seriously: "This poem by Teacher Song Ci, if measured in terms of money, is simply an insult to Teacher Song Ci. Are you right, Teacher Song Ci?"
Song Ci nodded seriously.
But...if anyone spends five million to buy a poem from me, I will go bankrupt if I write it for him!
After everyone walked along the mountain stream and passed through several trails, their ears suddenly became noisy.
A huge peach tree stood in front of everyone.
Waves of floral fragrance swept along everyone's limbs and bones all the way to the cerebral cortex.
Song Ci and Li Siyu walked side by side at the front of the crowd.
[The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom. Everlasting regret has no place to return to in spring, and I don’t know where to turn. ] In Song Ci’s mind, someone was reading poetry.
"Teacher Song, I heard that this marriage tree is very effective!" Li Siyu said softly, hanging on her toes.
Song Ci said: "Marriage is not achieved by begging, but earned by one's own efforts."
Everyone came to the marriage tree.
The branches of this peach tree are covered with red ropes.
At first glance, they are all lovers praying for their long-lasting wishes.
Under the peach tree, there is a stone three feet high.
It is the most famous Wangfu Stone in Jialan Temple.
Eight hundred years ago, there was a woman here. She waited for her husband for thirty years under the Hug-Watching Stone, and she never saw him again until he died of old age.
And when the general returned from the battle, he had to stand silently in front of the opponent's solitary grave, unable to express his desolation.
The legend is poignant.
Over the years, this place has become the best place for couples to check in.
When the tourists saw the arrival of the program crew, they all avoided the cameras and stood on the other side of the peach tree.
Fortunately, this marriage tree is big enough to accommodate everyone.
Li Weicai stood in front of everyone and said with a smile: "Dear teachers, I know that we are all public figures and may not want to show our expectations for love in front of others, so we specially found Abbot Qingran and took the special... Marriage rope, everyone can tie their hair in the rope and then hang it on the marriage tree!"
"This marriage tree also has a rule, which is that you can only throw it once and hang it up once. That must be the best!"
"Of course, if you have your lover's hair, you can tangle the other person's hair with yours at the same time and put it in!"
After Li Weicai finished speaking, he gave everyone a red rope.
There is a copper coin tied at the head and tail of the red rope.
Shen Xi took the red rope and complained: "Director Li, this red rope is not friendly to people with short hair like me and Brother Song!"
Song Ci also nodded: "Yes, can our short hair be tied inside?!"
Li Weicai smiled and said: "It depends on your sincerity!"
Song Ci carefully and carefully took off a piece of his hair and put it into the red rope. However, because the hair was a bit short, it looked very fragile no matter how you looked at it.
Tang Shi looked at Song Ci. After hesitating for a moment, he took off a piece of his black hair and tied it in a red rope. Then he came close to Song Ci and said:
"You're not good at tying it up. If you throw it out, it will definitely fall off. Oh, you are really stupid. Come on, let me tie it up for you!"
Song Ci said: "I can't help it, my hair is short! My hair is really too short!"
Tang Shi took his red rope and hair from Song Ci's hand, frowned slightly, and manipulated it twice with his hands as white as peeled onions.
Suddenly, a breeze blew over, and Tang Shi suddenly shouted: "Oh, the wind has blown your hair away, give me two more!"
Tang Shi looked at Song Ci and blinked his innocent eyes seriously.
At this time.
Li Siyu, who had been standing aside for a long time, looking at Song Ci and Tang poetry, said: "Let me help you pull it out!"
So Song Ci tilted his head slightly.
Li Siyu fumbled twice on Song Ci's head.
"Come on, Sister Tangtang!" She carefully handed Tang Shi a piece of Song Ci's hair.
Song Ci covered his head and frowned: "Xiaoyu, how many hairs of mine have you pulled out? Why does it hurt so much?"
Li Siyu rolled his eyes and said, "Just one, Sister Tangtang, you have to be careful, don't let it be blown away by the wind again!"
Tang Shi hummed obediently and said, "Don't worry, I know what's going on!"
After a while, Tang Shi handed Song Ci's red rope to Song Ci and said, "Okay, look at what I tied for you, it's stable!"
Song Ci said: "Then I thank you!"
On the other side, Shen Xi has completed her red rope.
He stood under the peach tree, gritted his teeth, and threw it away hard.
The red rope flies up and falls again.
Wang Yin smiled and said: "It's over, your first relationship must not go well, haha!"
Shen Xi quickly picked it up and threw it away.
Still not hung up.
Li Siyu smiled and said: "Xiao Shen, you won't be a scumbag in the future and will break the hearts of many girls, right?"
Shen Xi gritted her teeth, picked up the red rope, and continued to throw it.
Still not hung up.
Tang Shi couldn't hold it anymore: "Shen Xi, don't throw it away. Every time you throw it away, you lose a wife!"
Everyone burst into laughter immediately.
Finally, when Shen Xi threw it for the fourth time, his marriage thread was finally hung on the tree.
He put one hand on his waist, looked at everyone and said seriously: "What do you know? The reason why I threw it away so many times can only show that my road to love is bumpy and full of twists and turns, but the final outcome, It must be super satisfying!”
Song Ci said: "Okay, then let me see my marriage!"
Song Ci stood under the peach tree.
Tang Shi stood not far away, stroking the red rope in his hand, watching Song Ci's movements eagerly without blinking.
Li Siyu licked his lower lip and his eyes fell on the red rope in Song Ci's hand.
She looked at the extra short hair in her hand again, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Song Hongdou held her hands in front of her chest. She had no intention of tying the red rope, but she looked at Song Ci with concern.
Song Ci hits the target instantly.
"Okay, okay!" He waved his fist excitedly.
Li Siyu tied the two hairs in his red rope together and threw them upward once.
Didn't throw it up.
I threw it again, but it still didn't go up.
Shen Xi laughed at the side and said: "Teacher Xiaoyu, please try harder, you just don't have enough strength!"
Li Siyu gritted his teeth, tried his best this time, and finally hung up.
On the other side, Tang Shi quietly threw up his red rope.
And the hanging place is very close to Song Ci's red rope, probably only a few inches away.
"Wow! Sister Tangtang, you are so good at throwing it up all at once!" Wang Yin sighed at the side. She also threw it several times before throwing it up.
Tang Shi cocked her waist proudly, raised her white chin slightly, snorted softly, and said, "You can see that my marriage will definitely be super happy!"
After she finished speaking, she glanced at Song Ci. Seeing that Song Ci didn't look at her at all, she could only stamp her feet.
At this time, Song Ci was singing in his head.
[I want to hold your hand like this and never let go. Can love be simple and harmless?]
[You lean on my shoulder, you fall asleep on my chest]
【A life like this, I love you and you love me】
Shen Xi's eyes were very sharp, and he immediately noticed that among the six people present, only Song Hongdou was holding the red rope, but he was motionless.
So he asked: "Sister Hongdou, won't you throw away your red rope?"
When Song Ci and others heard this, they all looked over.
Song Hongdou shook his head and said: "You must take control of your own marriage. It's meaningless to leave it here. And you see, this marriage tree is filled with the marriages of countless people. It's too heavy. , I’m afraid that Yue Lao won’t be able to come, so I’ll just forget it!”
Shen Xi raised her thumb at Song Hongdou: "Sister, you are living a clear life!"
Then everyone stood under the tree again, holding the red ropes all over the tree, and took a photo together.
After the recording of the party was over, some tourists who were not far away came up and asked if they could take a group photo.
Song Ci and others were all satisfied one by one.
About half an hour later, everyone arrived at the backyard of Jialan Temple where they were staying tonight.
(End of chapter)
