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The mountains are green and long, and the bamboo forests are covered with rain and snow. The weather is dark and the meaning is near dusk. However, the bamboo forest is green and stands proudly and refuses to bow to the ice and snow. At the foot of the mountain, a stone bridge slanted horizontally, and right among the lush bamboo forest next to it, a tree of plum blossoms blooms in full bloom, with rugged branches and beautiful flowers, which is more charming than the integrity of green bamboos.

No matter how wind and snow are everywhere, my fragrance comes from the bitter cold!

This is a smile in the face of suffering, like a ray of sunshine that breaks through the haze - hope will last forever anytime, anywhere!

This painting of Ye Junmei didn't take long and she wrote it like a flying stroke, but regardless of the layout or artistic conception, it has reached an extremely high level.

Undoubtedly, when painting and writing, the girl was full of emotions and compared herself with the plum blossom that was blooming in the snow, and she had many entrusted things.

——When I was young, my parents lost both my parents, and my only brother was stunned. The burden of life was completely on her tender shoulders. It was difficult at that time, really hard. Spring went and autumn came, the scorching sun, wind and snow; pickled vegetables and porridge, coarse grains and omnivorous food. Every day, it seems that there is no tomorrow.

Every day, it seems that there is no tomorrow. What a hardship?

God saw it, and finally got through it.

From the day my brother got to know, she knew that the hardest and most tiring days had passed.

Ye Junmei will always remember every bit of that day.

Then life is naturally on the right track, getting better and better day by day. It’s just that the feelings of the past and memories of the past are always unwilling to be forgotten. So there is now, facing the sudden burst of plum blossoms when they bloom proudly, using the painting as a carrier to embody all the emotions and memories.

The charm of art is here. As long as you dig into it carefully, the softest part in your heart will be touched and moved.

Ye Junsheng picked up the brush and sighed when facing the painting drawn by his sister. He thought for a moment. He dipped the tip of the brush ink and wrote the following words on the blank space on the painting, "Bu Suanzi":

"On the broken bridge outside the mountain, lonely blooming without a master. It was already dusk and sorrowful, and the wind and rain were even more filled with the spring. I had no intention of fighting for the spring, and letting the flowers jealous. Stones fell into mud and crushed into dust. Only the fragrance remained the same."

After writing, blow it gently and blow the ink.

Ye Junmei chanted softly, especially when she recited the final sentence "Scattered into mud and rolled into dust, only the fragrance was as good as before", she couldn't help but become confused.

My brother's poems are all about my own thoughts. When combined with the painting environment, it is simply perfect.

At this time, Ye Junsheng took out the seal changed by the mysterious yellow stone seal of heaven and earth, concentrated his luck, and stamped the seal in the blank space behind the words and sentences.

"You are born outside the world. Spiritual stubbornness is in the existence or not."

The seal is awe-inspiring, and the spirit is born.

But my sister didn't have a seal and couldn't stamp it. She asked her to sign it, and just replied with a smile: "Just draw it. Why should I register my name?"

Only give up.

"Brother Fang You, it is said that there is another garden of plum blossoms planted on the mountain. It must be in full bloom now. Why don't we go up and enjoy it?"

"Of course I have to go. Brother Sannong, you love plum blossoms as your life. You must be more anxious than me to go up and enjoy the plum blossoms."

A burst of laughter came from the mountain path and someone came up.

Seeing that the ink ink ink was dry, Ye Junsheng carefully rolled it up and asked his sister to hold it. After returning, he asked someone to frame it and keep it for treasure.

After a while, two middle-aged men, who looked like scholars, turned the mountain path and walked up. When they saw the Ye brothers and sisters in the pavilion, they were slightly stunned.

These two people didn't see each other while eating. I wonder if they didn't come or were famous people who ate and drank in another place.

Ye Junsheng packed up a lot of items and took his sister away. When he passed by, he nodded slightly and said hello. Anyway, he didn't know each other and said nothing.

When they walked away, a short-bearded scribe asked, "Brother You, who is this son for?"

Brother Fang You shook his head and said, "I don't know, maybe I'm a newcomer to Wenhui. But the girl around him, the spiritual Zhong Xiu, is quite out of the world."

“What we see is the same.”

After saying that, I didn't worry too much about this and walked into the pavilion to appreciate the plum blossoms.

"Brother, what's next?"

Walking on the mountain path, Ye Junmei asked softly.

Ye Junsheng said: "Why not go to the Jackdaw Lake again?"

"Um."

...

The inner city of Yangzhou, Ximen Family, is full of courtyards, magnificent and full of wealth. Because of the literary gathering, the courtyard is full of guests and silhouettes, which is quite lively.

"Good poem!"

A small lake is located in the middle, and a small square is opened by the lake. At this moment, many people gathered, and they are stretching their necks to look forward.

A large wooden table was placed in front of him, and the four treasures of the study were waiting. Gu Wendao took off his outer robe, his blue shirt was open and honest, and he was pouring thick ink and writing poems.

He seemed to have drunk a lot of wine, his face was flushed and his eyes were blurred. However, his hands holding the pen were still stable, and he was full of wine, which increased his inspiration. Swish, another seven-character song was released.

After writing, a servant next to him took it away, blew the ink dry, and then raised it high to show it to the onlookers.

"Wine and rain blow, ask the nine days, rain and snow fall, remember the passing years... What a good poem!"

"This is the seventh song, right?"

"Including the two poems, there are nine poems in total."

"Wow, it's amazing!"

"It goes without saying that one hour, three pots of wine, and nine poems have the momentum of a hundred poems about Taibai’s wine and wine in the prosperous Tang Dynasty."

"There is no doubt that this year's New Year Cultural Fair is the finale..."

Because of the talented men competition after the beginning of spring, many talented men in Jiangnan chose to keep a low profile and work hard behind closed doors; in addition, there is also a purpose of avoiding premature exposure. You should know that the New Year literary clubs are available every year, but the talented men competition, especially the emperor's personal writing of "The No. 1 Talent in the World" award, may be like this in his life.

Which is more important and which is less obvious is clear at a glance.

Therefore, this year's literary conference is destined to decline much more than in previous sessions. We must participate and ensure that there will be famous talents who will produce works, and there will be many of them that will not work hard, which may be just rewards and works.

Unexpectedly, Gu Wendao, who came from Pingzhou, suddenly broke out.

Pingzhou and Yangzhou are not too far apart. They can be said to be neighboring and have close cultural exchanges with each other. Gu Wendao's reputation has been passed down long ago, but he still published a collection of poems and sold well.

Now, Gu Wendao is invited by the Second Young Master Ximen to attend the New Year Cultural Conference, and can be said to be a very famous figure.

The big brand seemed to be stimulated today, drinking fine wine, slapped the table and writing poems improvised. This writing is as many as nine poems, and the quality of each poem can be said to be a standard work.

A real explosion.

After the ninth poem was written, Gu Wendao threw the brush in his hand and shouted: "Happy!" The crazy attitude was revealed, adding a bit of style.

"good!"

The sound of cheering below is thunderous.

The second young master Ximen sat on the side, smiling at the corner of his mouth, and applauded and applauded.

Suddenly, a servant came to report that it was the third lady of the Guo family who had returned from outside. Hearing this, the second young master Ximen was overjoyed. He remembered something and suddenly asked, "Did she go home or went to Zhushan?"

"Let's go directly to Zhushan."

"Zhushan?"

As he pondered, the second young master Ximen sat down again, not preparing to pass today.

...

Zhushan, beside the Jackdaw Lake, the originally quiet environment is now full of people, and the sounds inevitably become louder, and sometimes someone yells:

"Young Master Ye, you are known as the most talented man in the north. No matter what, please write a poem so that we can appreciate it."

"Yes, since you are here to attend the cultural conference, how can you stand aside?"

The people who came to participate in the Guo Family New Year's Cultural Conference were basically local scholars from Yangzhou. Since I heard that Ye Junsheng has appeared, they have spread from ten to ten, and ten to hundreds of them, and they have spread all over the place quickly, and they all have chicken blood. Those who are arrogant and famous have directly told Ye Junsheng to discuss with each other.

He was also afraid that the world would be in chaos and fanned the flames without much effort. The scholars consciously adjusted their guns, and went all out to look for Ye Junsheng in a storm.

Seeing this, Liu Tianchen complained secretly. Unfortunately, he didn't know where the Ye brothers and sisters had gone, so he could not inform them in advance. Later, someone found out that Ye Junsheng was watching the water by the Jackdaw Lake, so a large army flocked to this scene.

Amidst the turmoil, Ye Junsheng stood quietly like a mountain: the people's feelings are high, and it can also be regarded as a kind of people's hearts. As for how much malice it contains, or whether it is purely a fun-watching mentality, it is difficult to tell.

Whether it is good or bad is just a matter of one thought.

"What are you doing?"

Suddenly, he shouted with a soft voice, and he was powerful without anger. Then a servant came forward and asked everyone to make a way out. He walked into a young woman with a young age, looking like a 29-year-old girl, and her face was not very beautiful, but her eyebrows were straight, generous and dignified, and very graceful.

"Miss Guo San..."

In an instant, the familiar person immediately recognized her and quickly made way out.

Miss Guo San is not just the daughter of the Guo family. She has been smart since childhood and has a business mind. She started helping the family manage business at the age of fifteen. It can be said that she has a good business management and is very powerful. She is a great example of women who are inferior to men.

Moreover, she likes calligraphy and learns from Master Mu, and has great attainments and has considerable talent in literature. Therefore, the New Year's literary fairs held by her family every year are hosted by her, which is very popular.

"Young Master is Mr. Ye, Pengcheng?"

Miss Guo San moved her lotus steps lightly and walked to Ye Junsheng, looking at him with bright eyes.

"Little student Ye Feng, I have met Miss Guo San."

Miss Guo San smiled slightly: "Young Master Ye doesn't need to be polite, but I have to apologize. Everyone at the meeting was too abrupt."

In just a few words, you can show a generous and decent demeanor, which makes you feel very fond of.

"Mr. Ye, please go here."

This sentence is equivalent to a rescue.

Miss Guo San came forward and asked Ye Junsheng to go to the village to serve tea. Although the scholars around him were a little unwilling, no one dared to object, and they had no objection. They just thought about it again, since Ye Junsheng participated in the literary meeting, let alone them, even Miss Guo San would express their wishes and ask Ye Junsheng to write poems. At that time, you can tell at a glance that there is no need to rush.

Liu Tianchen, who was in the crowd, immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Miss Guo San personally invite Ye Junsheng. He said that so many people were surrounded by him just now, it was really difficult to deal with, and the scene was too oppressive. Fortunately, Ye Junsheng was able to calm down. (To be continued...)

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