for men

The sound of the pipa is long.

The head of the Tang family in Quanzhou took a few distinguished guests to Xinghualou, the best restaurant in Quanzhou. After tasting sour meat, bamboo shoot jelly and other delicacies, a distinguished guest who had been ranked second in high school said this to Mr. Tang.

"How about, let's come and write some poems. Look at the waves and waves. It's such a beautiful scene. It's a pity not to write a few lines."

"Hahaha, Brother Sun, you still like to compose poems so much, why don't you ask someone from Zhang to write a few sentences first?"

A distinguished guest stepped forward, brushing his long beard and smiling.

And Mr. Tang has already been sweating coldly on his back. How to say, he is not a literati, at best, he is a businessman who smells of copper. For this, his father has scolded him countless times. Publishing something can be regarded as covering up this matter.

But today, at this banquet, no one is easy to provoke. If you say something about my poor poetry, Master Sun will say, "Master Tang is not joking! Mr. Sun has read your piece of 'Gone with the Reeds'." ! What a masterpiece! This time, don't be modest" was lightly blocked back.

He was sweating profusely for a moment, and his back was wet with sweat.

It seems that everyone is a double image, but Mr. Zhang made the first "Watching the Sea in April", followed by another one, and then...it was his turn.

Suddenly, he thought of a poem that his little girl read to him not long ago. Although it was not shocking, it was also a masterpiece.

Master Tang calmed down, and said with a smile, "I'm ugly, everyone."

then--

a little spring

View of Xinghua Tower on April 25th

The memory of the world is misty, the benefactors are few, and the waves are surging.

Yan did not return.

A roll of red couplets, spring is not tired, rest on a small day, why miss it?

The peach and willows are full of beauty, sleep drunk, and return to the west alley in their dreams.

Carrier pigeons spread their wings and fly.

When you come, the common affairs are chaotic, you are held by others, you lie on your side and sweep, and you return to the immortal world.

Tang Huixin wrote this word in one stroke, thinking of her father touching her head and saying that she did a good job, and sweetly thinking of what Haitang would say about it.

But she saw her personal servant girl suddenly barged in in a panic.

"Miss! Miss!"

"What's the matter? Xiao Miao, what's worth your shouting about?"

Recently, she has always been in a good mood, but Xiao Miao doesn't know if she will return to the way she was before after telling this matter.

It seems to be free and easy, but it is sad.

"I see, Xiao Miao, it's nothing. Father also has his own considerations."

If Xiao Miao hadn't heard the lady reciting this poem, she really thought that this masterpiece that has been spread all over Quanzhou was improvised by her master!

After Tang Huixin heard this, she just gave a comforting smile, not knowing whether she was comforting Miao Miao or pitying herself.

After dinner, Master Tang came back and called Tang Huixin to say a few words, but there was nothing to say, nothing to say.

She just replied indifferently: "Father, my daughter thinks you did the right thing."

Even if, she was so painful that she wanted to tear herself in two, one half was thinking calmly, while the other half was yelling, desperately trying to get out of her body, so that her father asked her if she wanted to What time, she suddenly shouted.

"No need! Father, mother is a little tired recently, my daughter hopes you can go and see her."

"it is good."

She kept her last pride.

Then, she still handed over her lyrics to Haitang to sing.

I saw her singing faintly about the little spring, the spring is not over, but it is late, the summer is coming, the waves roll up, and it is another night.

She let herself lie on Haitang's lap, curled up her fallen hair, and listened quietly.

She doesn't ask, and she doesn't speak.

And all of this is completely clear in a casual look.

She knows, she understands.

Later, Haitang sang other words.

Unless every night, good dreams stay asleep.

Gaolou Yiren, I hope you sleep more in your dreams, and the Duke of Zhou will see you in the future.

……

Tang Huixin chuckled, grabbed Haitang's hand, and turned over.

When Haitang learned about this incident, she knew the lyrics. In other words, she almost knew who wrote the lyrics when she heard the artist downstairs sang it, except for Bai Zhou. Who else could the guy be?

Although he lives in a deep boudoir, he writes like a monk who has traveled all over the world.

After thinking about it, she became happy, and then she was silent.

What kind of temper is Bai Zhou?

Fortunately, however, she succeeded in comforting this sensitive lover.

Even if there is more than one month left, then the third son of the Li family will be lifted.

Such days are really becoming less and less.

The author has something to say: Storyteller: Ms. Tang is really an excellent poet, and I have heard a few of her poems that have been handed down to this day.I'm ashamed to say that I won't remember it in the next capital, but I only remember the sentence "When the king meets again, the lake and willows will be gone".

One person shouted: I remember it too!

Another person scolded: You remember!

The man replied: "There is no old days, when birds fly and swallows' hooves are flying, and there are few spring breezes."When you meet again, the beautiful lake and willows will be gone.You love me, I return to the fishing forest, it is hard to break the sleep together in the past-why, do you understand?

Another person: Oh, why bother to remember.

Storyteller: (cough cough cough) Listen to me next time!

ps: The lyrics are all made up, don't make it real.