I often envy the jade man in the world, and the heaven should beg for the sweet lady. I sing clear songs to spread the white teeth, the wind blows, the snow flies and the sea of flame becomes cool.
After returning from thousands of miles away, my face has become less and less beautiful. When I smile, I still smell the fragrance of plum blossoms. I wonder if Lingnan is good, but I say: This place where I feel at ease is my hometown.
I have to admit that in this song "Ding Feng Bo", Su Dongpo vividly expressed the image of a woman loved by everyone in the world in just a few sentences.
However, in this poem, what is truly enviable is not the woman, but the man who owns the woman.
Yun Chu knew that he was not destined to have such a woman, so he was easily satisfied in this aspect. With a wife like Yu Xiurong, he was really satisfied.
It was Naha who put her head in his arms and cried.
Naha is a child who hates crying, but in front of Yunchu, she still likes to cry to express that she has been humiliated and needs her brother to save face.
Yun Chu pulled Naha out of his arms, looked at her crying face and said, "Because you can't write poems about the moon, you were kicked out by Xiu Rong, Gongsun and Granny Cui?"
Naha pursed her lips and nodded aggrievedly.
Yun Chu thought for a while and said: "You can't compose poetry. Isn't this natural? Why do you feel aggrieved?"
"Ah? People who can write poems drink wine? What kind of wine did you drink when you were young?"
"You said, what they drink is red, fragrant, and sweet water. You want to drink it too, but they won't give it to you?
So, you also want to write poetry?"
Seeing Naha nodding heavily, even shaking off the golden butterflies in her hair, Yun Chu's head was as big as a bucket.
If Naha had studied hard since she was a child, she might not have been able to compose a work similar to the song "Ode to the Goose" composed by the seven-year-old boy in Gangnam East Road.
The problem is that this child has not liked reading since he was a child, and he really doesn't like reading. He has been studying for four or five years, and he can't even memorize the "Thousand-Character Classic", let alone further knowledge such as "The Rhythm of Sentences".
Without learning these things, there is no way to compose poetry. Therefore, it is a big problem for Naha to compose poetry.
With a handkerchief, she wiped Naha's tears, snot, and sweat from crying. She looked around at her sister's round face. The more she looked at her, the more she liked her. He kissed her on the forehead and said, "It's a trivial matter. Brother, help you!"
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After saying that, he held Naha in his arms, held her little hand, and wrote on the paper, Naha's eternal masterpiece - "Silent Night Thoughts".
After finishing writing, he taught Naha to recite it word for word. When the child was completely able to read it, he patted her butt and said that she could go to Yu Xiurong, Gongsun, and Granny Cui to show off.
Watching Naha skipping away, Yunchu felt that this child was extremely cute. At this moment, he even thought that the song "Ode to the Goose" written by King Luo Bin was probably ghostwritten by his father and brother.
Are you kidding me that a seven-year-old child can compose poems? Yunchu, who is so knowledgeable, can't even compose poems now.
After sending Naha away, Yunchu looked at the moon which was not yet full, and opened the documents from Wannian County again, thinking hard about ways to enrich the people.
When it comes to women, if you want the kind of women in Su Shi's poems, it's not that they didn't exist in the Tang Dynasty, they just need to be cultivated from an early age.
Look around the world.
European women are basically invisible now, especially the sexy Gallic women, who are shivering through the cold winter with their pigs in their arms. Their men are currently fighting a bloody battle with the Eastern Roman Empire to protect their pigs and women.
Not to be taken away by the Romans.
The world of Christianity is taking shape, and the four caliphs are murdering each other to compete for the position closest to God.
I heard that the waists of women there are very soft and can twist like snakes...
This seems pretty good.
Japanese women like to paint their teeth black, so forget it.
Really speaking, the New Luo Fu is the closest to the aesthetics of the Tang people...
While Yunchu was thinking hard about strategies to benefit the country and the people, several women stood behind him.
When Yun Chu came back from the painful memories and was about to take a sip of tea, he found Yu Xiurong squatting on the ground, resting his chin on the table and staring at him without blinking.
Yunchu put down his teacup and said, "You are just serving the country and the people. Don't worship me too much. This is just the daily routine of an official of the Tang Dynasty. When you get married, you will gradually get used to it."
Before Yu Xiurong could speak, Gongsun took the poem that Yun Chu had helped Naha write just now, slapped it on the table and said, "Did you write this?"
Yun Chu took it over, took a look at it and frowned, "My handwriting is not that bad."
"I know the words above were not written by you. I am asking if you read this poem to Naha?"
Naha, who was holding a large jug of grape juice in her arms, opened her little mouth that was stained red by the grape juice and said: "I wrote it!"
Gongsun said: "I don't believe it."
Naha was anxious, put down the wine bottle in her hand, jumped up and sat on Yunchu's lap, grabbed her brother's hand and said hastily: "Come on, let's write another song for them to see."
Gongsun said disdainfully: "You said it wasn't written by you. It's a scene in the Tang Dynasty for a brother to be a literary thief for his sister."
Yun Chu looked at Gongsun's breasts, which were comparable to those of a Gallic woman, and said dissatisfiedly: "Why are you becoming a literary thief? Take this poem out and ask, see if it was written by that talented person, and it was written by us brothers and sisters.
Stolen."
Yu Xiurong smiled and said: "Of course this is a poem written by my sister."
Cui's eyes rolled a few times, and she opened her mouth and smiled: "Yes, this is what Miss Naha wrote. If you don't believe it, let others ask me."
Gongsun smiled bitterly and said: "You insist on putting gold on Naha's face, aren't you afraid of being exposed by others?"
Yunchu laughed and said, "You have nothing to do, so you just go to the temple and scrape the gold powder off the face of the Buddha statue?"
Mrs. Cui immediately followed: "Yes, yes, my little wife is the lamp-holder girl under Master Xuanzang. That short-sighted person will ask, why is it strange that the virgin at the Water and Land Conference composed such a poem?"
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Gongsun looked at Yu Xiurong and said, "You are so determined to take a boat with a scoundrel like you, right?"
Yu Xiurong covered her mouth and laughed and said: "When you marry a chicken, follow the chicken, marry a dog, follow the dog. When you marry, you will be carried on a pole."
When Yunchu saw that Gongsun was still complaining about Li Bai, he smiled and said: "Okay, okay, I actually heard this poem outside."
Only then did Gongsun relax. He covered his heaving chest with his hands and said, "I'm just telling you, how could Naha write such a profound poem about homesickness?"
Yun Chu looked at this beautiful woman and really didn't understand how she could live to this day with such a beautiful body, just relying on her brain.
Naha drank a lot of grape juice and got drunk as expected. Mrs. Cui carried her back to the bedroom, and Gongsun also followed him with a wink.
There was only a busy Yu Xiurong who was cutting candles, wiping the table, and filling Yun Chu with tea.
"If you also want a poem, I will teach you how to write it."
Yu Xiurong shook his head and said: "I don't want any good poems or sentences. I only need to know that my husband is a great talent."
Poetry has never been a necessity for Yun Chu. In the world he lived in before, good poetry and prose were also sought after, but they were no longer closely related to people's lives.
Yu Xiurong was different. Her family had been passed down by poetry and calligraphy. Although her family was in decline, Yu Xiurong still hoped that her husband would be a talented man who was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
In the past, she felt that Yunchu's appearance was God sending him to save her. Now, she feels that this is God's special favor for her.
The beloved in front of her, after writing the song "Quiet Night Thoughts", finally filled up the last bit of regret in her heart.
Seeing Yu Xiurong's lustful appearance, Yun Chu really wished he could do something. Unfortunately, the stout Mr. Cui stood at the door, coughing incessantly, so he could only sigh in despair.
Li Zhi seemed to like walking in the alleyway paved with bluestones in Jinchangfang, and his bad hands did not change at all. After a while, a weeping willow appeared on his hand, and a rose that was originally in full bloom appeared.
, and a stone fisherman deliberately carved by a Jinchangfang craftsman. This fisherman was fishing on a boulder in a small water feature, but was caught by Li Zhi.
Ever since Li Hong came to Jinchangfang for the first time, the task of taking care of the child has fallen on Yun Chu. He used to hold him, but now he drags him.
Strangely enough, the child held his hand tightly along the way, and would never let go even if his palms were covered in sweat.
Li Zhi began to pull out bamboos again, but this time the bamboo roots were deeply rooted. He did not have the two moves of Lu Zhishen, so it was difficult to shake these giant bamboos as thick as arms.
Then, Yunchu saw that Wu Zhaoyi glanced at the huge bear-like man behind him. This guy immediately came over and grabbed the bamboo with both hands. He heard a clicking sound, and the thick-armed bamboo was really hit by it.
He was pulled out.
Immediately, Yunchu heard Li Zhi say angrily: "You bastard, I just want to see if these bamboos are newly planted, why are you pulling out the good bamboos?"
Wu Zhaoyi smiled sweetly at the side and said: "Pull it out and see more clearly, don't you think so, Yun Qing?"
Yun Chu was stunned for a moment. At first he thought Wu Zhaoyi had called him by the wrong name, but soon he realized that Yun Qing was referring to him.
"Reporting back to Zhaoyi, in the past, Jinchangfang was extremely hot and muggy, so I wanted to plant more bamboos to provide more shade. As a result, three years later, the bamboos that used to provide shade for the people in the village have turned into a scourge.
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Starting this year, we are already starting to change tree species."
Li Zhi asked: "Why did bamboo become a disaster?"
Yun Chu sighed and said: "Wei Chen has no way of predicting where the bamboo roots will grow. In the past two years, as the bamboos have grown wildly, the bamboo shoots growing from their root systems have destroyed many walls.
Even in the living rooms and bedrooms of residents’ homes, there are bamboo shoots that have broken through the masonry and come out.”
Li Zhi looked at Yun Chu, ignored his answer, and asked directly: "Why did the British Lord recommend you to be the county captain of Wannian County?"
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