"The luminous cup of grape wine will remind you immediately if you want to drink with the pipa. Don't laugh when you are drunk in your hometown, so a few wanderers will return."
The literary scholar was on the verge of bursting into tears while tasting the wine made from grapes grown on Luoyan Mountain in his hometown.
The clothes on the wanderer's body are torn, and the thread in the hands of the loving mother has stopped.
Wenshi left the mainland in his twenties, and it has been a long time since he left. Things in his family have long since changed, and his loving mother has passed away.
I wonder if he thought of his mother, which is why his eye circles became so red.
However, others cannot dissuade this kind of emotion.
Luo Hongmin looked at Wenshi, and Huo Da also looked at Wenshi. Their smiles froze, but the clouds slowly disappeared from Wenshi's face, "Is this our Qinwan wine?"
"It's called Qinwan Wine." Luo Hongmin immediately came to his senses, "Literary Master, could you please inscribe something for Qinwan Wine?"
"My calligraphy is not as good as Fang Shiyu's," the literary master smiled and refused, "Let him do it, let him do it."
However, the Four Treasures of the Study had already been placed, and Yue Wen had already ordered people to put paper and pens. The writer smiled and said, "You are just trying to catch a duck to put it on the shelves, so I will make a fool of myself." He thought for a while, put pen to paper, and wrote vigorously.
"Qinwan Wine".
Seeing Yue Wen pick it up carefully, the writer smiled at him and said, "Little classmate Yue Wen, if it's enough, I'll write another pile if it's not enough. My words aren't worth a few bucks anyway."
Everyone laughed. In the past two days, everyone found that the master of Chinese studies did not have a straight face like an old scholar, but he made witty remarks and jokes casually, and his words were very easy-going and peaceful.
A group of people took a bus from Zhoutuan Daji to Jinjiling. Luo Hongmin looked out the window. It was autumn that he first came to Jinjiling that year.
In late autumn, Jinji Ridge is colorful, with red, yellow, green and orange complementing each other. The straight and wide cement road is filled with cedar, yellow maple, black pine, Korean locust and other scenic trees. Looking into the distance, chestnuts, walnuts and persimmons can be seen.
, jujubes are hanging all over the branches, and the mountains and fields are fragrant.
"The air here is so good!" The wife smelled the air outside. The scent of grass and fruit in the air was intoxicating.
"Jinjiling hides gold and jade, but the gold and jade are no longer mined. They are all left to future generations." Luo Hongmin was sitting next to the literary master, pointing to Jinjiling and introducing it loudly.
But you don't need to shout loudly, even the literary master can hear it. Even at the age of ninety, he still thinks quickly, is coherent, has a rosy face, and walks as fast as flying.
"This is a good idea." When he arrived at his hometown, Master Wen naturally spoke his hometown dialect, but his words were interrupted by the sound of gongs and drums.
"Bang bang bang bang" - "dong dong dong dong" - "bang bang bang bang -"
The motorcade slowly drove into the village entrance. Amidst the deafening din of gongs and drums, the brightly colored costumes, and the vigorous Yangko dance, Luo Hongmin smiled and looked at the literary master.
The literary master waved enthusiastically out of the window without getting out of the car. He had met with many leaders in the past two days and spent the whole morning walking at the Zhoutuan Fair. Yue Wen did not let him stop, so the CMB went directly to Jinji Lake.
Along the way, nursing homes, schools, libraries, health centers, squares... passed before our eyes.
"Fei Xiaotong is engaged in rural China and rural economy. I think a village can do well in promoting Chinese studies."
Wenshi was in surprisingly good spirits along the way, and he didn't know if he had returned to his hometown. "Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, the premise is that you must be a good person. Well, here are some quotations from Wang Fengyi?"
Yue Wen signaled the minibus to slow down slowly, but Hoda turned to criticize Yue Wen in a low voice, "Why don't you hang a few quotations from writers?"
why not?
Does this little trick seem too childish in front of a ninety-year-old man who has experienced Wushan for a long time?
"Wang Fengyi is a strange person in the Republic of China. All the great ways in the world are interlinked. Buddha is Tao, and Tao is Confucianism. Someone asked me what sutra is good to recite, and I said, you can just recite "Greater Learning". The way of great learning lies in Mingming
Virtue lies in being kind to the people and pursuing perfection. If you recite this as a sutra and mantra, you can achieve it."
Yue Wen thought about it carefully. Every word he said made him feel novel. In fact, the truth was contained in these common slangs.
"It is said that when Wang Fengyi attained enlightenment, he walked in the dark night and the sky and the earth were all bright. So what was the scene like when Wang Yangming attained enlightenment in Longchang?"
The literary master was like meditating for seven hours, and his words were sharp, but no one knew how to answer. This kind of Chinese culture was too far away from them.
"Master Wen, the Spring and Autumn Pavilion is ahead." There was a silence in the car. Yue Wen broke the silence and led the way with a smile.
"Oh, okay, let's go over and sit." It can be seen that Master Wen was also very interested. He strode ahead, the autumn wind lifted his beige windbreaker, and his sleeves were fluttering.
He walked very fast, leaving the leader behind him far behind.
An old man in his nineties threw away the leaders who had been rich and powerful in recent years, making Yue Wen secretly click his tongue.
"Click——"
Ren Gongcheng took a camera to capture this historical scene.
"Okay, Spring and Autumn Pavilion? Which plaque should you mention?" Master Wen said, leaning on his cane.
Luo Hongmin quickly pointed his eyes at Yue Wen. Last time he came, he didn't notice this plaque.
This word Qiu Jin is powerful. Well, who did you invite?
"It's not anyone who mentioned it, I mentioned it." Yue Wen said with rare shyness, ""It's not me who mentioned it either, it was taken from "Suolin Bag".
"Let me tell you, the people of Qinwan still have cultural heritage." All the leaders looked at Yue Wen in surprise. At such a young age, he actually likes Peking Opera?! "The lyrics and essays in Peking Opera are unparalleled."
, this is a play of the Republic of China, with lyrics written by the Republic of China, and the person who wrote the play is a great person."
"I feel like a person who has a thorough understanding of life. A phoenix bag contains Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, so he should be ranked first among operas." Yue Wen said with a smile.
The literary master looked at him, nodded slightly, but said nothing. He looked at the Golden Rooster Wave, which was as green as a huge emerald, "It's really a good place!"
"Jinjiling, Jinjiling, I am also a rooster." Wenshi said with a smile.
"Then you can stay." Yue Wen took the opportunity to invite. Although this topic has been raised a long time ago, the literary teacher did not agree, and Xu Wenxian and others did not mention it. If it was brought up and the literary teacher refused, it would be embarrassing. The leader is
No face.
Everyone looked at Master Wen eagerly, but Master Wen smiled and said nothing.
"Old man, just stay here. There is gold and jade here, food and drink. We will serve you and the old lady and take care of it for your retirement."
A woman's voice suddenly sounded, startling the leaders present.
The literary master smiled. Although the mountain people have money, they still have a natural simplicity. It was the Hu family's sister-in-law who spoke. She and several young girls and wives were waiting in the pavilion, pouring tea and water.
Luo Hongmin glanced at Yue Wen, and Yue Wen immediately said, "Master Wen, this is the Upper Jinji Lake. We also have the Lower Jinji Lake, which is to divert the water from Jinji Lake to the Xin River."
The literary teacher raised his crutch and pointed forward, "Then this is the mother lake of the development zone."