"The truth is quite simple, isn't it a Buddhist verse?"
"There is nothing like this in Buddhist verses..."
Too much expectation often leads to too big a gap. After Ning Yi wrote the eight lines of the poem on the paper, whispers began to sound uncontrollably from behind, and there were also people who didn't see it from the outside, wondering.
I asked the person in front of me what the content was. In fact, the sentences and principles are all simple. In this era, there are no profound allusions or unnecessary mysteries. Everyone can understand it. The tragedy is that it does not even rhyme. Everyone
His face changed after seeing it, and for a moment he didn't know how to define these eight sentences.
For a while, no one raised any doubts. After all, this was something written by Ning Yi. It didn’t look funny like a doggerel. It was indeed similar to a Buddhist verse, saying a seemingly good truth. But of course it wasn’t.
Buddha's verse. After a while, Liu Qingdi looked at Ning Yi, frowned and asked: "Is this... what Brother Ning wrote...?"
Ning Yi looked down at the eight lines of the poem, nodded to himself, then looked at Liu Qingdi and said with a smile: "Brother Liu seems to think...this is not a poem?"
"It seems easy to understand, but Brother Ning wrote these few sentences without even rhyming, so naturally they can't be considered poetry. Today's literary meeting is..."
"Tsk." Before Liu Qingdi finished speaking, Ning Yi shrugged and smiled, "Just don't count it."
"Then...what is it?"
"Whether it's poetry or lyrics, these are the forty words written on paper. Now I'm teaching in a private school. No matter how they write, whether they rhyme or not, they finally write something. Brother Liu will just use this
It’s a bad poem that doesn’t rhyme very much, haha..."
Ning Yi's words were a bit shameful, but for a while, everyone really couldn't find a good reason to criticize him. It's not an imperial examination, it's not about a competition, and there's no way to determine who is good or bad. If he can write something that will be handed down from generation to generation,
, everyone must be amazed, but here he wrote this sentence casually, and said it casually, but for a moment it cannot be said that he was insulting to the gentleness. After all, even a great writer would not casually bring a good sentence to a group of people.
As a joke among friends, writing two limericks is actually not too much.
The atmosphere was relaxed before, and Liu Qingdi didn't really make a good decision. Now he frowned and didn't know what to say. Cao Guan and others felt slightly relieved, and then thought of one thing: "Brother Ning's poem, I don't know what to say."
How to solve it?"
Ning Yi laughed: "I wrote it down casually, and everyone can do the same."
Li Shishi stood aside and looked at the poem, frowning and thinking about it. Her face occasionally turned red, but then she showed no shyness. She glanced at Ning Yi with a slightly suspicious look, then lowered her head,
Others could not tell what she was thinking. Beside Zhou Bangyan, Fang Wenyang and Tang Weiyan were whispering, with strange expressions on their faces, sometimes frowning, sometimes slightly showing sarcasm.
Li Shishi and others came from the capital and were not very familiar with Ning Yi. At this time, they were just getting to know this person for the first time. After all, it was impossible to see someone write a masterpiece that would be handed down from generation to generation at any time, so their emotions were actually quite calm. Cao Guan and Liu Qingdi
The others knew a little better than them, but they had a sense of gain and loss. Regarding Ning Yi's behavior, they regarded it more as a joke. However, Qilan, who was mixed in the crowd, liked Ning Yi's poems and was very interested in Ning Yi's poems.
I had inquired about Yi's situation many times, and felt slightly disappointed at this time. Pu Yangyi also arrived nearby. He looked at the poem, thought about it for a moment, and then laughed. Qilan turned back to look at him.
"Master, what are you laughing at?"
"What do you think of the poem?"
"Well...it's easy to pick up. It's easy to understand. It can't be called a limerick. It can be called a poem, but it doesn't rhyme. But after reading it, it makes people think it makes sense... Mr. Ning doesn't stick to trivial matters. He probably has a sense of fun.
, perhaps only such a romantic and unruly temperament can write such stunning lyrics as "The Sapphire Case."
Pu Yangyi looked at her, and after she finished speaking, he laughed again and said in a low voice: "Every ten steps counts, he deserves his reputation. He does things so without fireworks. If he were my opponent, I would really be a little afraid of him."
"Huh? Why did the young master think of going into business?"
"There are thousands of people in the world, don't ask for them from the floating clouds. They are like rainbows. When you meet them, you will know they are there... A few days ago, I asked him to write lyrics for you. Unfortunately, he has some connections with Master Li. I am too busy to ask him for help."
, had no choice but to forget it. Of course, he couldn't help Master Li at this time, but everyone had just talked, so it would be bad to refuse too much. He wrote this kind of poem, which was considered to be a mutual aid, and the sentences he picked up at his fingertips were very useful to him.
The influence of talent and name is actually not big. But the most important thing is, Qilan, how do you interpret this poem?"
"How to explain, uh..." Qilan thought for a while, "Just now we asked him to write a poem for Miss Li. This poem..."
"I can't solve it, but I don't care how to solve it." Pu Yangyi continued softly, "These people are surrounding Miss Li. If they are on Miss Li's side, they want to find a better explanation. It is very simple. The conclusion is 'Si
It can be said that "people are like rainbows, and you will know them when you meet them". This means that it was not until I met Miss Shishi that I realized that there are really people like rainbows in the world. But if it falls in the hearts of others, you see
Bang Yan and others were surrounding Ms. Shishi and chasing her all the way from the capital, but there were thousands of people in the world, so Fuyun didn’t want to ask for help... Just now someone said that he had a good relationship with Ms. Li. How could these close people be?
For those who don't like it, this poem is both open-minded and admonishing. If they are feeling jealous in their hearts, those two sentences are written right into their hearts, and they will not be without ideas."
"So, Mr. Ning..."
"According to the situation, the occasion, everyone has an idea after seeing it. It is not famous, but it is just right. Even Miss Yuan who is following him will not be jealous because of this matter. In just a short moment, he was able to come up with this
To deal with such a situation and still write such a poem that is neither salty nor bland is worthy of admiration."
Qilan thought for a while: "Mr. Puyang, you have been in the mall for a long time, and you have to think about everything when you encounter it. I still feel that Mr. Ning is just a gentle and elegant scholar who is not strict with details."
Puyang Yi laughed and didn't mind.
This poem is like a delicate Tai Chi exercise. It seems a bit messy, but it is hard to swallow for a while. After all, the outing has just started at this time, and everyone is warming up and talking and laughing. It is difficult for anyone to jump out immediately.
The provocation was tense. Everyone smiled and said a few words about the poem, and then began to pay attention to other people's works. Whatever thoughts they had, they were kept in mind for the time being.
After that, everyone talked and laughed. When someone proposed to write a poem with Jinling as the title, Chen Luoyuan took out an authentic painting of Wu Daozi in the Tang Dynasty as a lucky draw. The atmosphere among everyone became high, and there were several performances during the period.
.When Qilan and others remembered and went to pay attention to Ning Yi, Ning Yi, Nie, and Yuan had already disappeared...
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"Wow, there really is a hot spring."
Some surprising sounds sounded in the woods, followed by the sound of splashing water. A stream extended upwards between the gaps in the woods. When it reached a clearing, there was a seemingly small hot spring. The water still came from above.
The temperature is not very hot when it flows down here. Further down, because the water flow is not fast and crosses with another stream, there is not much temperature. If not for Kang Xian's reminder, everyone may not know that there is such a thing up there.
of a place.
Ning Yi, Yunzhu, and Jin'er washed their hands in the spring water. The mountain breeze blew from the top of the trees, and the sun was almost rising above their heads, and it was warm.
"People are like rainbows, you will know when you meet them." Jin'er read this sentence, held the spring water in both hands and splashed it towards Yunzhu. Yunzhu was a little far away, but Yunzhu ducked away with a smile: "Stop making trouble.
What should I do if my clothes get wet now?" Jin'er stuck out her tongue.
"This place is really nice." Ning Yi stood there and sighed, and then said: "I'll go take a look around." Jin'er had already sat down by the spring: "I won't go, I want to take a rest.
"Her original intention was that Sister Yunzhu would accompany her to rest here, but among the three of them, Yunzhu did not express her position, but walked aside with Ning Yi with a smile. Jin'er stretched out her hand to fiddle with the water and looked at the two.
The human figure disappeared, and just now he pouted: "Bitch man and woman! Adulterer ***!"
Then she looked around furtively, but there was no one around. She carefully took off her shoes and socks, and lifted up her trouser legs. Under the sun, her bare feet and calves were white and slender, and then she put them into the hot spring. For a moment, she squinted her eyes and showed her enjoyment.
His expression is that of a puppy.
"Do you like it here very much, Li Heng?"
On the other side, Ning Yi and Yunzhu walked through the forest for a while. The sunlight was mottled between the shadows of the trees. The forest was quiet and the words seemed light.
"It actually feels pretty good. There are hot springs and woods. What do you think?"
"I... think it's too high. It's very windy in winter."
"Is it also by the river?"
"Well, let alone winter, I don't dare to go outside to write anything in autumn. All the paper was blown away. Last time I was on the terrace, I was in a hurry."
She was talking about what happened last fall. Ning Yi was there that day. The wind was strong by the river. She put some papers outside, but they were blown all over the sky. They were quite embarrassed. Talking about it at this time, the two of them couldn't bear it.
He laughed. After walking around for a while, and walking back according to his impression, Yunzhu looked at Ning Yi's clothes and said, "Liheng, you'd better sit in front for a while."
"Um?"
"The clothes are off."
That was the place where I was hooked when I was skiing. It was a small hole at the time, but it became bigger unknowingly. Ning Yi laughed and sat down on a stone next to a tree in front of me. The light here is good and the sun is shining.
There was a warm yellow space. Yunzhu also sat down on the grass next to him and took out a small bag from his arms. In the bag was needle and thread. Ning Yi took a few glances: "When a woman disguises herself as a man, she actually
It’s not professional at all to bring needle and thread with you.”
"No." Yunzhu said, "I didn't bring it originally. I saw your clothes were a little torn earlier, so I asked the Chen family's servants for them."
As she spoke, she licked the thin thread on the tip of her tongue, and then threaded it through the needle hole. There were only two of them in the woods, quiet and peaceful, and in the warm yellow sunshine, they melted into a beautiful painting.
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It's a bit boring to wash in the hot spring alone, not to mention you can't really take off your clothes to wash in. By the spring, Yuan Jin'er looked back and retracted her slender feet from the water, feeling a little abandoned and lonely. From a distance,
It seemed that Master Li's singing was carried along the mountain wind, gentle and graceful. She put on her shoes and socks and walked towards the forest...