The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

The piano boy led the horse back to the house. He saw that the servants had tidied the house and were waiting for them at any time. He couldn't help but feel sympathy for them in his heart, and said: "Everyone, please rest first. Tonight, Mr. I’m afraid I won’t be able to come back.”

He also took the horse to the stable to settle down.

Sure enough, the next day, at three o'clock in the morning, there was a banging sound outside the house door, and the piano boy hurriedly rushed out to open the door. As soon as the door opened, Zhang Sheng rushed in, staggering a little.

When the piano boy heard it, Zhang Sheng's body smelled of alcohol, and he had not yet fully sobered up. He quickly helped him to the bed and lay down. As soon as he fell asleep, it was already afternoon.

Zhang Sheng got up, washed up, and went out again. Qin Tong caught up behind him and said, "Mr. Lang, I'll go with you so that I can take care of you if anything happens."

Zhang Sheng hit the piano boy on the head with a folding fan and said, "You bitch slave, I don't need you to follow me these days. You can go and have some fun in Chang'an City!"

Qin Tong shook his head and watched Zhang Sheng leave, thinking: "That's fine, you can go and play, and I can just do my own thing."

Zhang Sheng wandered around the city of Chang'an, immersed in the busy markets and commercial districts. The market here is very prosperous, and people come from all over, with various purposes and shopping lists, pouring into this bustling market.

He walked into a handicraft store and saw a dazzling array of handicrafts in front of him, including ceramics, silk, jade, and wood carvings. Each piece was full of historical and cultural charm. The store owner warmly entertains customers and introduces them to the origin and value of each handicraft.

A female customer stopped in front of a delicate jade carving. She gently touched the pattern on the carving and asked, "What is the story of this jade carving?"

The shop owner smiled and replied: "This is an ancient jade carving from the Western Regions. It is engraved with love stories from ancient legends. It represents pure and eternal love."

Zhang Sheng observed this scene quietly, with feelings of love and beauty emerging in his heart. He thought about the characters in his poems and hoped to create an intoxicating cultural background and character emotions.

After leaving the handicraft shop, Zhang Sheng came to a snack vendor, and the air was filled with the aroma of various delicacies. The stall owner is cooking a variety of delicious snacks with skillful and skillful techniques.

Zhang Sheng ordered a grilled mutton kebab and a steaming bowl of noodle soup, tasting this authentic Chang'an delicacy. He closed his eyes and felt the taste of the food, thinking about the connection between food and culture and how they reflect people's lifestyles and values.

A group of young people gathered together to enjoy the performance of a street performer. The artist held the guqin and played melodious music. They followed the rhythm of the music and danced. This moment was full of vitality and joy, and Zhang Sheng felt a sense of joy in his heart.

At the other end of Chang'an City, Qintong was walking through the narrow streets, his steps light and agile, like a nimble cat. His luggage gradually became lighter, but the coins in his pocket became heavy.

Without stopping, he went straight to the gold shop. As soon as he entered the door, he said to the shop owner: "I want to convert these money and silver into gold and order a gold hairpin."

Qintong placed the heavy coins on the counter, and the owner of the gold shop looked at this inconspicuous customer with careful eyes. The light in the gold shop was dim, and the gold and silver jewelry gave off a faint luster under the light, making it look particularly mysterious.

"I need this money and silver to be converted into gold, and I need to order a gold hairpin." Qintong's voice was firm and clear.

The shop owner was an old man with a kind face. He took the coins with a smile and muttered while counting: "Today's young people are good at doing business." After counting the money and silver coins, the shop owner looked at the piano boy again and said : "What style do you want for the golden hairpin?"

Qin Tong thought deeply for a moment, and then said: "The gold hairpin should be simple and elegant, but it must be exquisite, and it is best to have a unique pattern."

The boss nodded to express his understanding. He began to outline the appearance of Jin Chai in detail, while Qin Tong stood quietly aside.

The craftsmen in the gold shop immediately started to make the gold hairpin. Their craftsmanship was exquisite and every carving was accurate. Qintong stood aside and watched, thinking in his heart: "This golden hairpin must be unique. It will become an important gift."

As time passed, the golden hairpin finally appeared in front of everyone's eyes. It shined with a soft luster, and the exquisite patterns showed the hard work of the craftsman. Qintong took the golden hairpin, and he couldn't help but feel an inexplicable emotion in his heart. He thought: "I hope she will like it."

Zhang Sheng continued to wander around. There were many colorful stalls and a dazzling array of goods on both sides of the street. People from all over the world poured into this lively market in an endless stream.

He walked into an antique store. A variety of antiques and works of art were displayed in front of the store. The shop owner is a wrinkled but energetic old man who is concentrating on cleaning an ancient bronze. Zhang Sheng was attracted by the luster of the bronze. He asked curiously: "What kind of bronze is this? What kind of history does it have?"

The old shopkeeper stopped what he was doing and replied with a smile: "This is a bronze jue from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, with ancient characters and patterns engraved on it. It once witnessed the prosperity and vicissitudes of ancient times, and is a rare cultural relic. .”

Zhang Sheng stared at the ancient bronze vessel quietly, with infinite admiration for history and culture in his heart. He imagined the years the Bronze Lord went through and thought about how to incorporate it into his novels to give the character more background and story.

Continuing his stroll, he came to a snack vendor, where the owner was frying crispy fried chicken and fried dough sticks. The alluring fragrance filled the air, attracting passers-by to stop. Zhang Sheng ordered a piece of fried chicken and took a bite. The delicious taste made him close his eyes and feel happy.

The vendor next to him was cooking spicy kebabs, and he was communicating cordially with customers. Zhang Sheng listened to their conversation and felt the excitement and human touch of this market.

He looked at the crowd around him. Everyone had their own stories and goals. They communicated, traded, and appreciated in this market, forming a colorful picture. This market and commercial district is the heart of Chang'an City. The collision of various cultures and life gave Zhang Sheng endless creative inspiration.

In this bustling market, he observed people's every move, immersed in this lively world, thinking about how to integrate this diverse culture and rich life into his creations, and created intoxicating poems that brought readers to Enter a world full of wonders and surprises. This place is becoming his source of inspiration, waiting to be laid out on paper to become a poem full of life and cultural charm.

After wandering around for a long time, Zhang Shengwu continued to wander in a beautiful garden in Chang'an City. It is a resort for people's leisure and entertainment, full of natural tranquility and beautiful scenery. The lake is sparkling with clear water, flowers of all colors are blooming in the garden, and pavilions and pavilions are scattered at random, forming a picture like a fairyland.

His footsteps made a slight tapping sound on the gravel path, and the surroundings were filled with the fresh smell of flowers and vegetation. A gentle breeze blew across his face, making him feel comfortable and pleasant.

In the garden, people gathered under the pavilion by the lake, chatting with each other and enjoying the afternoon in the sun. A group of children were running and playing on the grass, their laughter and cheers full of life and energy.

A young couple walked hand in hand by the small bridge in the garden. Their conversation was full of sweetness and intimacy, and their eyes were full of expectations for the future.

On the lake, several white birds danced gracefully, and ripples appeared on the water, like a natural symphony. Zhang Sheng was bathed in this tranquility and beauty, feeling the charm of nature and the vitality of life.

He walked to a small bridge and looked down at the reflection on the lake, feeling ripples in his heart. This garden reminded him of the good times in his life, and he began to reflect on his life and think about his future direction.

The scenery in the garden made him deeply feel the wonder of nature and the beauty of life. He decided to integrate this sentiment into his poems and convey the tranquility and beauty through words, so that readers can also feel the magic of nature. and the depth of life. This beautiful garden has become the source of his creation, waiting to be described more vividly and profoundly in his words.

While Zhang Sheng was concentrating, he heard a scholar quietly reciting a poem not far away: "The times are difficult and the world is desolate, and the industry is empty. Brothers are traveling to the west and east. After fighting in the countryside, the bones and flesh are wandering on the road. The hanging shadows are separated. As wild geese thousands of miles away, I spread my words and roots to form a nine-autumn tent. We should shed tears when we look at the bright moon together, and our hearts are in the same place in five places for one night."

Zhang Sheng listened, and his heart moved, and he thought: "This person is homeless, so he is miserable."