Chaoyuan Road

The scholar laughed and said, "What's the matter tonight? Everyone is visiting me, the boatman!" He ordered the boatman to come to the shore, but he saw a fourteen or fifteen-year-old monk holding a boat in his hand. Page Huajian stepped forward and said respectfully: "Benefactor Fan, our abbot sent me to deliver the post. He said that on the eighth day of the next lunar month, the benefactor will be invited to drink tea in the temple to rejoice, and to meet some friends by the way." Offer it up, and salute again: "Please give me your honor."

Fan Xu took the paper and didn't look at it carefully, he dismissed the young monk casually, still removed the gangplank, told the boatman to sail, and said: "Go to the middle of the river, whoever calls again, won't come to the shore anymore. !" Entering the cabin, he threw the flower paper on the table, clasped his fists at Yang and Jian and said, "Jane, what were we talking about just now?"

Yang Jian smiled and asked: "Mr. Shi's family favors me a lot, why is there no joy on the ground?" Fan Xu said, "It's a long story. Last year, the abbot of Gaoming Temple, Miao Kong, celebrated his birthday. I sent a poem to him. It doesn't fit. He got his wish and asked someone to frame my work and hang it on the abbot’s wall.” He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, “afterwards, he told everyone that I was his bosom friend, and asked people to come and invite me to meet the essay several times. Is good?"

Cun Xin aroused his curiosity, and quickly asked: "What poem did you send me?" Fan Xu took a pen on the case and wrote on the back of the paper:

"One night, the spiritual light came out of Taixu, so what's the meaning of incarnation?

Qiudan doesn't need fire in the furnace, he can get rid of everything. "

After finishing writing, blow dry the ink, hand it over to watch with Cun Xin.Long Nu tilted her head and thought for a while, she just felt that the poem was mediocre, not that it was outstanding, and she didn't know why the abbot valued it so much.Yang Jian saw it from the side, thought for a moment, and laughed out loud, and asked again: "Did the abbot offend Mr.?"

Seeing and asking, Fan Xu knew that he understood the poetry, so he smiled and said: "He never offended me, but this old monk is born to attach importance to wealth and despise righteousness, and he tends to follow the power. When the rich man went away, he invited him to the monk's house to stay tea. When I saw a scholar who had no money, I put on a good face and ignored the answer. I was trying to ridicule him, but he didn't understand what he meant, and instead regarded me as a friend. I can't say anything more He carried the pot and refilled a cup of tea for Yang Jian, and changed the subject: "Brother Yang is a businessman, so he must be well-informed, unlike me who search for chapters and quote sentences behind closed doors." Yang Jian smiled: "You can't read thousands of volumes. Books, so I have to travel thousands of miles. It's just that the recent years have been bad, and the journey has become more difficult."

"It's not just difficult!" Fan Xu sighed, "In today's world, the people have no way to live, and the people cry and have nowhere to go, so they have to escape into the stream of Buddhism and Taoism, hoping to live in the next life." He tapped the flower note on the case with his fingers, and said angrily: "But This Buddhism, which is supposed to be equal to all living beings, has also mixed in such wicked people who hate the poor and love the rich and bully the good. Five years ago, the Jiangnan flood, this old monk only saved the rich, and didn't care about the poor starving to death!" Fan Xu became more and more angry, "God brought us into this last age, as if we were trapped in a house on fire. We couldn't escape, couldn't change, and couldn't change. We could only curse the injustice of the sky and sigh a few times for the precariousness of the world."

Listening to him scolding the sky, Yang Jian's face remained calm, and he just said calmly: "Sir, since you are a great talent, you shouldn't live in the countryside. A good man should promise himself to serve the country and help the righteous way, so that he can live up to his husband's life."

The scholar shook his head and said: "You two don't know something. I used to be a disciple of Taixue, and I also wrote to Beique, complaining about the disadvantages of the times. How can I indulge in leisure and pleasure, ignore the government, condone eunuchs and ugliness, and go to the wild There is a couplet in my study, which was a gift from my good friend Meng Bo on his deathbed—"Old and sick, a little kindness can't help the world; the river and the sea are alone, three points are proud and different from the world", it can be said to be a lifelong regret."

He was full of melancholy here, but Longnu only wanted to teach Yang Jian to evacuate, and she didn't want them to continue talking about this topic. She drank a sip of tea and said, "This couplet is quite strong, so it can be seen that the friends you have made are all famous scholars. I The day before yesterday, I read a solitary couplet elsewhere, saying that no one has been able to correct it so far, so I wonder if you can enlighten me?" After speaking, he picked up his pen and wrote it out, and when everyone looked at it, they saw the words on the paper:

"Thousands of watts and thousands of bricks can build a cross temple in a hundred days."

When Fan Xu saw it, he immediately smiled and said, "What's so difficult about it? It's just a word game." Then he also picked up his pen and wrote without adding points:

"One boat with two sculls, three people across the Sitong Bridge."

Cun Xin pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Mr. used the ready-made scene very well. It's just that I haven't finished writing it yet." Then he added a sentence:

"Outside the temple, there are three parts of water, two parts of bamboo, and one part of bright moon."

The scholar didn't say much, and just wrote it on the paper:

"Build a five-step building by the bridge, a ten-step pavilion, and look at the hundred-step river flowers!"

Seeing that he was so agile, Cun Xin was about to praise him, but unexpectedly, the scholar got excited, tore up a piece of paper again, and wrote a line: "Although this couplet is good, it just doesn't have enough meaning, I added a few more sentences for you to read!"

When the dragon girl looked at it, she saw the writing: "The moon is short and the moon is full, and the sun is at the end of the dark night."

"Mister is going to test me." Cun Xin smiled, thought for a while and replied: "Flowers fall and flowers bloom, it's hot and cold, spring comes after the severe winter."

"Okay!" Fan Xu said in the middle of his mouth, but continued in his pen: "The sunset is dark and smoke, the bead curtain is rolling and the emerald curtain is rolling, and the old swallow in front of the hall is leaning on the railing."

The Dragon Girl does not show weakness: "Return to the willows in spring, go to Luozhou on Xieyu Island, and sigh the new sorrow between the brows by the water."

Fan Xu didn't speak, but just wrote: "Swallows rest in clouds and clouds, thunderbolts, thunder, frost, rain and snow, dew and rain fall from the sky."

After writing this sentence, Cun Xin felt hesitant, and the fingers holding the pen were sweating. There are thirteen characters in this sentence that contain "rain". The choice of words and sentences must be smooth and clear, but where can you think of it in a hurry?While she was hesitating, Yang Jian reached out for a pen and wrote calmly:

"Sorrowful locks stop, handsome and clever like a fairy couple, and a beautiful woman is at ease."

"Wonderful!" Fan Xu laughed loudly with palms clasped, "Young lady's pen is brilliant, I don't want you to be a master!" The dragon girl glanced at Yang Jian, her face flushed, and she pursed her lips and smiled, "I know, I'm here In your eyes, you are not considered a beautiful woman, but you are just taking advantage of the personnel and affairs in front of you, so it is not surprising." She suddenly had a thought, and blurted out: "'Brother' is well-read and used to reconcile sentences, if you still have good friends, Mr. Yes, just let the horse come over, my brother will definitely have a good word to say."

Yang Jian couldn't prevent her from saying that, so he was taken aback for a moment, and just about to decline, Fan Xu said with a smile: "I can't go on anymore, if I continue, I have no words!" Yang Jian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and also smiled Putting down the pen: "This is all a trick to tear apart characters. I searched for chapters and excerpted sentences to rack my brains. It's just small. If you want to show your talents seriously on this, it's like a stick of glue. I only hope that there will be no joy or sorrow. Pour blocks."

"Exactly, if it's the Taiping Festival, I only get one frost and one osmanthus, so that I can watch the flowers and see the moon, and accompany the green mountains." Fan Xu sighed, "It's just that we are waiting in this troubled world, and the building will collapse. How can we be alone? It's a last resort. , The old man is standing still, the martyr beats the side of the boat and hits the wild waves."

The author has something to say: the sentences are all made up, and the technical content is about 0, so don't bother with me.