On the Slender West Lake, the white mountains are looming, the cold waves are far away, and there are no traces of pedestrians and birds.
A ferry boat more than ten meters long lies across the lake. Standing on the boat, you can see at a glance that the water is completely white, and you can only see a few faint outlines in the center of the lake. Together, they look like a picture of faith. Splash-ink landscape painting for this purpose.
It was said that Wei Chen used a little trick to finally get himself and the Sheng brothers onto the ferry, but the old man was not easy to fool.
As soon as Wei Chen got on the boat, the old boatman felt itchy and asked about Wei Chen's poem.
Sheng Changbai on the side was secretly worried. In his eyes, Wei Chen said that he had written poems before, but it was just a temporary measure to coax the boatman to take them on the boat. How could Wei Chen have any poems to deal with the old boatman?
It is not difficult to write a seven-character quatrain, and it is not difficult to have ten one-character poems in the poem. What is difficult is to convince the old boatman.
At this moment, a burst of singing came, and everyone on the ferry followed the sound.
I saw a small boat floating slowly on the lake not far away. An old man wearing a raincoat was sitting on the bow of the boat. There was a fishing rod beside him. He was rowing with one hand and holding a wine bottle with the other hand. Time, feel at ease.
"The glimmering light glimmers in the water and clouds, and the vicissitudes of tens of thousands of years are counted in detail. This person is truly among the gods!"
On the ferry, all the scholars saw the fisherman paddling away gradually away, and they all looked leisurely and fascinated.
Looking at this scene, Wei Chen suddenly felt blessed and thought of a poem, which he blurted out immediately.
A coop, a straw hat, a small boat,
One foot of silk fiber and one inch of hook.
Leaning down and laughing,
A man fishes alone in the river.
"good!"
As soon as Wei Chen finished speaking, Sheng Changfeng clapped his hands and cheered. After a moment of silence, more than a dozen scholars on the boat also shouted.
Wei Chen's poem has scenery, emotion, sound and color. Just a few sentences are endlessly memorable. It is definitely a rare masterpiece.
The best thing is that every one of the ten characters required by the old boatman is not less than one. Wei Chen can still write good poems under such strict rules and regulations, which shows that he is very talented.
For a while, the scholars on the boat began to whisper and inquired from their companions about the identity of the young talented man in front of them.
Seeing the reactions of the people around him, Sheng Changfeng became more confident in Wei Chen. He looked at the old man on the side with his chin, as proud as if he had written the poem himself: "Old man, you should have nothing to say now. Alright?"
There was sarcasm in Sheng Changfeng's words, but the old boatman did not open his mouth to refute, but froze in place, speechless for a long time.
He was originally an old boy who was proud of his extraordinary literary talent, but he failed in many attempts and ended up in poverty. In the end, in order to make a living, he had to ferry tourists back and forth on the Slender West Lake.
He saw that Wei Chen and Sheng Changbai were young and both were dressed in military uniforms. Especially Wei Chen, who was only eleven or twelve years old, was also wearing a t-shirt.
Thinking that he had taken the college examination nine times in his life, but failed once, the old boatman couldn't help feeling sad because of the situation, so he started to make things difficult.
He was also a scholar, so he naturally knew how difficult it was to fulfill his own requirements. In fact, he didn't think Wei Chen could do it at all.
He had already planned that if Wei Chen couldn't compose a poem, he would sarcastically ridicule Wei Chen and the others, express his frustration, and then cross them into the middle of the lake.
However, the old boatman did not expect that Wei Chen would compose a poem that met the conditions after just thinking for a moment.
There are not only ten one-character characters in the poem, but each one has a distinct image. The descriptions of people, objects, and scenes are all vivid and vivid, leaving him speechless.
After being speechless for a long time, the old man suddenly stood up straight, bowed deeply to Wei Chen, and said apologetically: "I have offended my little husband, I hope my husband has more knowledge, and don't argue with my ignorance and shallowness." The old calculations."
"The wise man said something serious."
Wei Chen quickly helped the old man up, his eyes were gentle, and he said softly: "It's cold and windy, please hurry up and ferry us into the lake, so as not to miss the poetry meeting."
"My little husband is right."
Seeing that Wei Chen didn't seem to be blaming him, the old man secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He stood up and walked to the bow of the boat, picked up the long pole, turned around and shouted: "Everyone, stand firm!"
Then, the long pole gently tapped on the shore. When the ferry left the shore, the old man hurriedly ran from the bow to the stern and started rowing.
"Second brother, this old man is the one who is scared."
Sheng Changfeng came close to Sheng Changbai and whispered excitedly: "Brother Wei is so talented that he will definitely not be unknown in the poetry meeting. If the owner of the poetry meeting knows that this old prodigy is making things difficult for him, he will definitely kill him." It’s beautiful! Fortunately, the Wei family brother is tolerant and magnanimous, so this old bastard managed to escape the disaster. Huh, it’s really an advantage for him!”
"You, you, you are a member of a noble family after all, so why bother with an old man?"
Sheng Changbai looked at the still arrogant third brother, smiled and shook his head. He turned to look at the old man rowing hard at the stern of the boat, and couldn't help but sigh softly: "He is also a poor man..."
The boat was moving at a leisurely pace, and soon it arrived near the island in the middle of the lake. One after another, it saw exquisitely painted boats cruising slowly on the lake. Some were extremely luxurious, some were simple and elegant, but the craftsmanship of their origins could be seen in all of them.
On the painting boat, a charming and weak singing girl holding a harp sang a flowing and distant tune, and the scholars led by E Guanbo hummed softly along with her.
Among these people, there are retired squires, officials who are registered with Ding You, hermits in the mountains and forests, and young talents like Wei Chen and Sheng Changbai. They all lean on the red and green trees, exchange cups for cups, and drink happily on the boat.
"What a picture of a prosperous lake tour!" Sheng Changfeng saw the scene of singing and feasting from a distance and couldn't help but admire.
Sheng Changbai's face was ashen as water: "Where did this prosperous age come from? It's just a decadent life."
Wei Chen closed his eyes slightly, as if he was asleep, and seemed to be enjoying the tunes coming from outside the boat.
Hearing Sheng Changbai's words, he couldn't help but open his eyes, feeling quite interesting in his heart.
When Sheng Changbai was a boy, he was still very scholarly!
Of course, Wei Chen understood what Sheng Changbai was thinking. It was not difficult to know from the border map hanging in his study. He then comforted him and said, "Brother Zicheng, once you come, please make peace with him."
"Don't worry, I saved it."
Sheng Changbai nodded. He has always been a person who knows the importance of things. He just couldn't help it and felt depressed. Then he couldn't help complaining in front of his brother and friends. When he actually arrived at the poetry meeting, in full view of everyone, Sheng Changbai did the same. Still gregarious.
"Bang!"
After a soft sound of the hull colliding, the ferry stopped steadily beside the boat, and a ladder was lowered from it.
The old man stepped forward to fix the ladder, turned around, smiled flatteringly at Wei Chen and said, "My dear husband, please go first."
The other scholars on the boat also agreed. They were all impressed by the talent of Wei Chen's one-word poem before, and they also admired Wei Chen.
Sheng Changfeng on the side saw this scene and was so happy that he opened his mouth from ear to ear and said to Sheng Changbai: "Second brother, look, this is what everyone expected!"
Sheng Changbai also pursed his lips and smiled. Wei Chen was the center of attention no matter where he was, and he had long been used to it.
"I am really disrespectful to you for your kindness. In this case, I will take the first step."
Wei Chen took a deep look at the old man, who quickly lowered his head and saluted. Wei Chen smiled and shook his head, then bowed to everyone, lifted up his robe, and climbed up the ladder first.
