I pretend to be a fairy in ancient times

The green shadows of the mountains on both sides of the strait, the river water is as clear as blue.A small boat sailed down the river with its sails up. Two people wearing bamboo hats at the stern, each holding a fishing rod, enjoyed the fun of fishing while sailing.

Fishing was proposed by Jiang Heshan. When he saw the fishing tackle put in the cabin by the boatman, he happily called Yan Yunkai and Zhao Ji to fish together.

The boatman is a father and son. The fishing gear is placed on the boat because they often use local materials and use fishing nets to catch fish in the water to satisfy their hunger.In addition, a few fishing rods were placed, but they were prepared for the guests. If the guests were bored, the boat owner would suggest letting the boat passengers go fishing to pass the time. Now that Jiang Heshan took the initiative to mention it, the boat owner naturally had no reason to stop it.

Sitting on the boat swayed badly, although Zhao Ji would not get seasick, but the novels he usually used to pass the time couldn't bear to read.Hearing that Jiang Heshan proposed to go fishing, he readily agreed.

Since Zhao Ji participated, Yan Yunkai would naturally not be left behind.

Unexpectedly, after ten minutes of fishing honestly, Jiang Heshan became very poetic, and wrote three seven-character quatrains in a row, using green mountains, clear waters, and fishermen as themes, but the meanings in the poems all express him. At this time, I am in a high-spirited mood, hoping to show my strengths in the officialdom in the future.

While Jiang Heshan was composing the poem, his accompanying servant Feng Da had already prepared his pen and ink, and when he finished his conception, he immediately wrote down his masterpiece on paper.

At this time, two egrets flew slowly by the water, Yan Yunkai was not far behind, and immediately wrote a five-character and eight-sentence poem on the topic of white cranes.

Following Yan Yunkai's deep and melodious voice chanting sentence by sentence, Jiang Heshan hastily copied it on the paper.

After the last word was written, Jiang Heshan held the poem in his hand and read it carefully, and praised repeatedly, "Brother Jinghe's poem is bold and fresh, quite ancient, and it is a superb masterpiece. Since you can write Such a good sentence, why is it unknown in Beijing."

Yan Yun laughed and said, "Master Jiang is absurd. Xiaosheng has not written a poem for more than ten years, so he is naturally unknown in Beijing. It is also today when he saw the green mountains and clear waters, and suddenly felt that the world is open and his mood is clear, so he came across this poem by chance."

After listening to Yan Yunkai's explanation, Jiang Heshan said in the tone of a person who has experienced it, "Jinghe's brother is a mature person, and he will not compete for the title of that romantic talent. He will only focus on his career, and he will definitely have a chance to be named on the gold list in the future."

Yan Yunkai just smiled and didn't explain much, and then picked up Jiang Heshan's poems to read, and a few lines in the comments said that he rhymed well, and said that the antithesis was neat.

Jiang Heshan's compliment to Yan Yun was obviously very useful, and his eyes narrowed into a slit when he smiled.

Zhao Ji lazily listened to their business bragging and concentrated on fishing.It's a pity that the fish didn't take the bait, so he still slandered whether Jiang Heshan and Yan Yun were talking and laughing too loudly, which scared away the fish that should have bit the bait.

Although Zhao Ji didn't want to pay attention to Jiang Heshan and the others, Jiang Heshan was very interested at the moment, but he didn't want to let Zhao Ji go. He smiled and said to Zhao Ji, who was concentrating on fishing, "This section of the river is beautiful, and the little god is willing to do it for a while." poem."

Zhao Ji really wanted to say that he doesn't know how to compose poetry.But in this era, anyone who has read two books can write poetry.Regardless of level, as long as one masters the rules of composing poems and doggerel, everyone will be able to compose two poems, otherwise they are not qualified to be in the upper class.

Jiang Xu is still young, let alone.Like Xia Lian'er and Mrs. Xiao, they often write poems for socializing when they order wine at the banquet, or punish them for losing in a card game.There are also those novels and travel notes that Zhao Ji usually reads, and there are often poems mixed in them.Even those monks and Taoists who wrote divination and hexagrams for others often had to compose poems to play tricks.

Zhao Ji has the memory of his original body, so of course he also knows the basic rules of poetry.However, just like he can't write stereotyped articles, it's not enough just to have memories, and he needs to dissolve those memories little by little, and turn them into his own knowledge to be useful. This is basically the same as the energy required to read a book again.

Zhao Ji felt that even if he snapped his fingers and used rhymes rotely, he would not be able to write decent lines.

As for plagiarizing the poems of the ancients, this is simply a bad idea.Because no one else is a fool, unless you can think of a poem that fits the situation at that time, and you have to stare at someone to copy it, otherwise others will find something wrong when you speak.

After thinking about a lot of things, Zhao Ji felt even less poetic, and hurriedly said, "I'm really not good at composing poetry, so I don't want to say a few stinky sentences, which will ruin the elegance of the two of you. Alright."

In order to win respect, Zhao Ji went on to say, "The scenery on both sides of the river along the way is really good. I will write a travel note and bring it back to my relatives at home to see."

Jiang Heshan had already heard about Zhao Ji asking Jiang Xu to write a diary, and he still smiled and said to Zhao Ji, "Xu'er also said that I should write down the scenery and experiences along the way, and write a letter to send back to her. Since the little god wants to write , it’s better to imitate Xu’er’s method, we each wrote it, and exchanged appreciation.”

Zhao Ji felt that this was a cocoon, but he could only smile awkwardly and say, "Okay."

Forget it, he is a doctor, his literary talent is almost, almost, and he is not afraid of being laughed at.

Yan Yunkai also interjected, "Master Jiang is talking about exchanging diaries, let Xiaosheng also participate in one."

Jiang Heshan looked at Yan Yunkai and said, "Brother Jinghe also knows the novel idea that the little god came up with. It sounds very interesting, right?"

Yan Yun smiled and nodded.

Of course he knows, if he doesn't even know this, Cai Die is too useless.

Zhao Ji glanced at Yan Yunkai, wondering if Yan Yunkai would despise him after knowing his low literary level.But this is also a good opportunity to get to know each other, if Yan Yunkai can't accept his shortcomings, it's better for him to correct his mentality as soon as possible.

Jiang Heshan was very excited at the beginning, and after finishing the poem, he wanted to go fishing again, but just after sitting down for a quarter of an hour, he complained of dizziness and nausea, and couldn't even stand up for a while.

Zhao Ji checked him a little bit, and there was no other problem, except that he was seasick.Unavoidable that Jiang Heshan vomited out, Zhao Ji gave him two motion sickness pills, and quickly asked Feng Da to help him to rest in the cabin.

After Jiang Heshan and Feng Da left, only Zhao Ji and Yan Yunkai were left.

Zhao Ji lowered his bamboo hat, and was basking in the warm sun, and the water vapor in the river rose up, so he didn't feel very hot.Yan Yunkai was sitting next to him, neither of them spoke, but the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Suddenly, Zhao Ji found that his fishing line moved.Immediately wanted to pull up, but Yan Yunkai grabbed Zhao Ji's hand, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Don't worry, wait for the fish to eat the bait and bite the hook firmly before reeling in the line." , otherwise it will be decoupled."

The hot air from Yan Yunkai sprayed into Zhao Ji's ears, making his legs weak and dizzy. He forgot all about fishing, as if he was the fish that bit the hook.

"Okay." Yan Yunkai put his arms around Zhao Ji, exerted strength with one hand, and a carp weighing more than one catty fell to the deck.

Yan Yun opened Zhao Ji, looked at the jumping fish on the deck and said, "No more fishing, let's eat it for lunch today."

The author has something to say:

I feel that it is not very feasible to be a copy of the public in ancient times.Every famous poet has a unique style, which cannot be hidden from others.

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

I love to eat sea cabbage 10 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!