Chapter 329 My Heart Is Like a Pines and Cypresses
But I heard Chen Jisheng continue to chant, "Suddenly I think of the tourists from far away, and then I think of the people who came to court in the morning, walking at night in the freezing cold, the cold has not yet risen, the heart is the father of the body, and the body is the minister of the heart. The body is not free, all because of the heart, I
Now that my heart is contented, my body will be at peace, and my speech will be as small as my bones. I should live up to you!"
"The old man's poem has gentle sentences and profound artistic conception." Ye Baiqing said.
"Mr. Chen, you care about everything, whether it's external affairs, internal affairs, or world affairs." Dugulou said.
"It's a small word, I should live up to you!" Qiu Ruolan said with a smile, "I just like this sentence."
"Father, are you still contented? I just don't believe it." Liu Xiangqin covered her mouth and sneered.
"My body is not free because of my heart. Since my heart is content, my body will be at peace..." Baili Qingyun kept reciting these two sentences silently, feeling something in his heart.
"Old man, what does this poem mean? Why can't I understand it?" Tie Kunlun looked confused and quietly asked the madman.
"Just do whatever you want," said the madman.
"Old man, here's a toast to you, may your body be beautiful forever!" Xiao Chen stood up and raised his glass, and everyone stood up and toasted Chen Jisheng together.
I wish him good health and a long life.
"Han Zhong, I'm trying to attract good friends, it's your turn." Chen Jisheng raised his glass and drank it with a smile, and looked at Dugu Tower.
"A poem is not a poem that someone is good at. It's just a poem that is reluctant to respond to the style." Dugulou was polite when he said this. He pondered a little and said loudly, "The ice in the abyss is three feet thick, and the snow covers thousands of miles. My heart is like a pine and cypress.
How is your love like this?"
The words of this poem are simpler, but they imply two levels of meaning.
Since I told Xiao Chen that I am willing to follow him, my heart is like ice and snow, and my ambition is like pine and cypress, but I am also slightly uneasy. I wonder what you will do to me, Crown Prince?
It's a hypothetical question.
He also confessed his feelings to Qiu Ruolan, saying that he loves her like a pine and cypress, and his love for her is like ice and snow.
It is also a hypothetical question.
Because he knew that Xiao Chen treated him deeply and deeply, and also knew that Qiu Ruolan had a deep affection for him, so there was no need to answer these two questions.
"Oh, this is a love poem." Xiao Chen said with a smile, "Mrs. Ruolan, when you ask about loyalty to the Han Dynasty, you should have something to say!"
"I don't know how to write poetry, so I don't need to show my shame in front of all the talented people. However, when I was a child in Jiangnan, I once heard a little poem: I ride on a chariot with a chariot and a man rides on a green horse. How can we be together?
?Under the pines and cypresses of Xiling."
The big guy had no choice but to swallow this handful of dog food silently.
"Xiangqin, please play a song." Xiao Chen said.
"Then I'm going to show off my ugliness?" Liu Xiangqin had already prepared the draft, so he said it without thinking, "It's strange that the north wind is strong and the front garden is as bright as the moon. The immortal would rather use cleverness to cut the water and make the flowers fly!"
It is elegant and refined, and the words are beautiful. It is indeed a lady worthy of everyone. Everyone applauded and praised it.
"Shan Chang, you can also sing a song." Xiao Chen called Shan Chang by name.
"Ask me to compose a poem? How can I do it?" Wen Shanchang said modestly, "But Miss Xiangqin has already made a fool of herself, so I have to make a fool of myself and piece together a poem at random. Don't laugh!"
The poem says: "The lotus heart of magnolia is blooming in the snow, the grass on the willow bank is fragrant in the spring, the clouds have returned thousands of miles away, and the moon is calm and the water is long."
Everyone was amazed after hearing this, because this poem seemed ordinary, but it was cleverly embedded with flowers blooming in the snow, winter jasmine willows, fragrant grass, Magnolia officinalis, lotus heart, cloud return, Qianli Ming, and Gansui.
, Haiyue, Calm, Shuiqu, there are eleven Chinese medicine names in total.
That is quite rare.
Ling'er said that I really didn't know how to do it, but since everyone was in such high spirits, I just had to make up some nonsense. If you want to laugh, then just laugh.
But here it is: There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone. He knows it is not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance coming!
yeah?
You still call such a good poem nonsense?
Everyone was immediately impressed by Ling'er.
In fact, Ling'er didn't write this at all. She was out of the city with her brother Xiao Chen that day and heard Xiao Chen reciting a sentence casually. She thought it was very good and kept it in her heart.
When he recited it in public, everyone was shocked by his words and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Naturally, Xiao Chen wouldn't tell the truth, so he just let the little girl be happy, because he hadn't seen her smile so happily for a long time.
If she is happy, Xiao Chen is happy.
The younger sister has excelled, it’s time for the younger brother.
"Xiao Ye, don't just eat! I usually teach you to read, write and make pairs. Aren't you very serious in learning? Now it's time to check. You can also make a song and listen to it!" Xiao Chen
He never had a good tone when talking to Xiao Ye.
A sister is meant to be loved, and a younger brother is meant to be repaired.
"Ah?" Unexpectedly, Xiao Ye has his own things to do. Brother, if you ask me to write poetry, it would be better to let me die!
How many days have I been able to read? Do you think so?
But I couldn't help but listen to my brother's words. I blushed anxiously, scratched my ears and cheeks, and it took me a long time to hold back one sentence, "One piece after another."
Everyone couldn't help but laugh after hearing this. This doesn't look like poetry, it's vernacular, isn't it?
But Xiao Ye was still a child, and he was born a beggar. He had never read a book, so it was normal for him not to be able to write poetry.
He is the God of Killing, not the God of Poetry.
It was really wrong for Xiao Chen to force him like this.
"Uh...two tablets, three tablets, four or five tablets?" Xiao Ye looked at his brother Xiao Chen quietly, and saw that his face was quite ugly. He was afraid, hesitant and hesitant.
"Hmph, you do know how to count!" Xiao Chen said angrily, "Go on, let me see how long you can count?"
"Six pieces, seven pieces, eighty-nine pieces..." Xiao Ye really continued to count.
Everyone had seen Xiao Ye's bravery in killing enemies on the battlefield, but it was rare to see him look so fearful and frightened, and they couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Amidst the roar of laughter, Xiao Ye suddenly said another sentence, "Fly into the reeds and the flowers will disappear!"
Oops, everyone was shocked when they heard this, this twist is so wonderful!
What was originally a plain spoken vernacular suddenly took on a charm with the addition of such a punchline.
Xiao Chen was also greatly surprised, oh boy, you really have the spirit to write poetry!
I originally wanted to take this opportunity to scold you and make you study hard in the future, but unexpectedly you gave me a little surprise.
"Actually, it's sister Ling'er..." In fact, the sentence just now was written by Ling'er with her fingers on his palm. The two sisters hang out together all day long and have a good understanding, so he can feel Ling'er's handwriting. If it were someone else,
That won’t work either.
After all, reading and writing are not what Xiao Ye is good at.
"It's his sister Ling'er who I usually teach well. Stop talking and eat your dumplings quickly...it's your turn, crazy brother." Duan Ling'er quickly interrupted him.
What a little fool you are. You insist on asking your brother to scold you during a big holiday! Can you just let him praise you once?
The madman really can't compose poetry, and there is no room in his mind for such useless things.
"Let me compose a poem for a madman." Xiao Chen would not force a madman to compose a poem, so he took the initiative to ask for help, which actually made him feel a little itchy.