Although the lake in Changtao Garden is not big, the wind is surging and the lake water is also surging. The three boats moored on the island shore rise and fall with the rise and fall of the lake water. They hit the hard rocks on the shore and seem to want to rush to the shore.
to escape the storm.
Sisters Shang Jinglan and Shang Jinghui pointed at the dark clouds coming from the sky and shouted: "The clouds are coming down, the clouds are coming down, ah ah ah."
Dark clouds passed over the large field of hosta flowers on the east bank of the lake, and you could hear the thin and loud rustling sound, which was the sound of raindrops falling on the flowers and leaves.
One of Shang Danran's girls shouted: "Hurry up and get on the boat to take shelter from the rain."
Zhang Yuan said: "No, the boat is bumping with the waves, and it is not safe for children to get on the boat."
The elderly servant girl Liang Ma said: "Go to the pavilion to take shelter from the rain, and then go back after the rain has passed."
Zhang Yuan and Wu Ling stepped aside and asked several maids to take Shang Jinglan with them. Sister Shang Jinghui went up first. Shang Jinghui waved to Zhang Yuan and said: "Brother Mr. Zhang, hurry up to the attic, the rain is coming.
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The small boat Wu Ling found had no awning. Of course Zhang Yuan had to go to the pavilion and said with a smile: "Run quickly, the rain is coming."
The little beauty Shang Jinghui smiled "gege", took Zhou Chuan's mother's hand, and climbed up the stone steps one step at a time.
Shang Danran and two maids walked behind, and after walking more than ten steps, Shang Danran looked back and saw that Zhang Yuan's master and servant were still standing there, so he said: "You two should go to the pavilion to take shelter from the rain. At this time
Don’t be in a hurry to row back.”
It was a simple word of concern, but it was not a sign of affection. The girl was just worried that the young man would be reckless or novel and would row off the island regardless of the wind and rain, which might be dangerous. She did not become indifferent because of her bad impression of Zhang Yuan, and temporarily put the relationship between men and women together.
Put aside other shyness, just a reminder.
Zhang Yuan's heart skipped a beat. Oh, that's what a pounding feeling is like. When he saw this girl for the first time, the feeling that Shang Jinghui suddenly grew up by ten years also made his heart beat.
For a moment, it was because of Shang Danran's beauty, but this time, it was because of his kindness.
Zhang Yuan said: "Thank you for reminding me, Miss Shang, go up first, we will wait for the next breath to run up." He watched Shang Danran lift up his clothes lightly, swaying his waist lightly, and walked up the stairs briskly -
This Shang Danran must have had his feet unbound!
The young master didn't move, and little Xi Nu Wuling also stood there dumbly, watching the lake water lapping against the shore. The rain had already fallen on this side of the lake, and the lake water was wrinkled. Suddenly, he felt a coldness on his forehead.
, a few big raindrops sprinkled on the forehead——
Wu Ling finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted: "Master, the rain is falling!"
Zhang Yuan shouted: "Run!" The master and the servant quickly ran up to the island pavilion. They were more than ten feet away, and in just a moment, the rain like splashing water was chasing behind them. The moment they ran into the pavilion, they caught up.
He got on it and sprinkled it hard on the two of them before passing by the pavilion. The entire island in the middle of the lake was shrouded in a curtain of rain.
Running into the pavilion, Zhang Yuan was laughing and panting, his heart beating fast. He wiped the raindrops on his face with his sleeves. Looking at the situation in the pavilion, he saw six servants forming a barrier of flesh, and beyond that were two maids and the pavilion.
On the south side are Shang Danran, Shang Jinglan and Shang Hui's aunt.
The rain was falling, the water vapor on the lake was misty, the clouds were low, the sky was dark, and the lake shore half a mile away could not be seen clearly. It was like an isolated island in the vast sea.
Shang Danran's back was to Zhang Yuan, her back was quiet and graceful. She was facing outside the pavilion, holding Xiao Jinghui in one hand, and said to Shang Jinglan: "Xiaolan, do you remember that there are poems about rain? Recite one to your aunt.
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Xiao Jinghui said enthusiastically: "Auntie, auntie, I remember, I remember, Xiao Hui recited it first -" and then recited in a crisp voice: "You can't wake up to the dawn in spring sleep, you can hear birds singing everywhere, the sound of wind and rain at night, you know how many flowers have fallen."
Shang Jinglan was overtaken by her younger sister and was a little unhappy. She said, "You can only recite these two poems, and one of them happens to be about rain. Xiao Hui, you are so lucky."
Shang Danran smiled and said: "Don't worry, Xiaolan, there are several poems about rain. My aunt has taught you these. Think about it carefully."
Unexpectedly, Shang Jinghui shouted again: "Auntie, auntie, I remember two more sentences - good rain knows the season, when spring will happen - I don't remember the little Hui after it, and my sister didn't read it clearly, it seemed like it was raining
Then a lot of big red flowers bloomed.”
Nine-year-old Shang Jinglan was about to cry, and her sister snatched a poem about rain. She asked her where to find it, and said with a tearful voice: "If you have the ability, just memorize the whole poem, and I will do it."
Serve you."
Six-year-old Xiao Jinghui said: "I only remembered this line when I heard my sister reciting the poem. My sister should recite the whole poem to my aunt."
Shang Jinglan said angrily: "I won't memorize the sentence you memorized. I'll think of something else." The stubborn girl bit her lips and thought, and the more anxious she became, the less she could think of anything.
Shang Danran reminded: "Wang Mojie has a song that Xiaolan can recite -"
"Ha." Shang Jinglan immediately remembered this reminder and recited loudly: "The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guest house is green and the willows are new. I urge you to drink another glass of wine. There will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west."
Shang Danran praised: "By the way, this is this song. Xiaolan can recite it word for word."
Shang Jinghui said: "So it's this one. Then I know, isn't my aunt also singing this poem when she plays the piano?"
Shang Danran squeezed his niece's soft little hand and said with a smile: "Yes, the song is called "Yangguan Song", which expresses poetic meaning through music."
Zhang Yuan, who was on the other side of the pavilion, had a smile on his lips. He listened quietly to the warm questions and answers from the three aunts and uncles of the Shang family. He couldn't help but think of his sister Zhang Ruoxi. When he was a child, his sister taught him how to read and recite poems in this way. Although he is two years old now.
The souls of the world are blended together, but the feelings for my sister are still deep in my mind——
"Brother Zhang Gongzi——"
Xiao Jinghui walked up to Zhang Yuan at some point, raised his little face and asked, "Brother Mr. Zhang, can you recite the poem about rain?"
Zhang Yuan wanted to pinch the little girl's pink face, but he felt it was inappropriate to stretch out his hand. This was not his niece or niece, so it was not easy to move around. Unfortunately, he had neither niece nor niece, as his sister Zhang Ruoxi's two children were.
boy--
Zhang Yuan half-crouched and said with a smile: "Okay, Miss Jing Hui remembers so many poems about rain, so I will also recite one. Does Su Shi and Su Dongpo know?"
"I know." Shang Jinghui said crisply: "My little aunt loves Su Dongpo's poems the most."
"Well, I think this poem is called "Heavy Rain in the Beautiful Hall" and it was written by Su Dongpo."
"Heavy Rain? Okay, okay, the poems my sister and I read seem to be all about Xiaoyu. I haven't read the poems about Heavy Rain. Brother Zhang, please read it quickly."
This little girl was so cute. Zhang Yuanqu gently flicked her pink left cheek with his finger, and it broke, but luckily it didn’t break, and he said:
"There was a sound of thunder under the feet of tourists, and stubborn clouds could not be cleared away; the black wind blew from the sky and the sea stood up, and the flying rain from eastern Zhejiang came across the river. The golden statue was very shining, and thousands of sticks beat the gongs and drums; it evoked the banished fairy spring to sprinkle the noodles, and the water flowed down.
The room of sharks is filled with roses."
Shang Danran was a little surprised, because when she was questioning her two nieces, she was thinking of the poem "Heavy Rain in Youmeitang". This poem was about the heavy rain in Wushan, West Lake. It was very similar to today's situation. Unexpectedly, the young man recited it.
He also listened to Zhang Yuan explaining the meaning of the poem to Xiao Hui in detail, and he spoke very clearly. He thought to himself: "The year before last, when Zhang Qipan, the fourth son of Mr. Zhang Suzhi, came to visit his eldest brother, he drank and talked for a long time, and Zhang Qipan was in high spirits.
Pan said that the children of the Shanyin Zhang family do not need to study hard since childhood, they can just let it go. When they want to study, they will naturally study and study hard.
Is it true that the Yin Zhang family produces talented people?"
Shang Jinghui came over and said with a bright smile: "Auntie, Xiao Hui has learned another poem. It's about heavy rain. It's a good poem. Mr. Zhang taught me it."
Shang Danran nodded and said: "It is indeed a good poem."
Shang Jinghui said: "Auntie, I can recite this poem -" The little girl was eager to show off, so she started reciting it. She forgot a sentence in the middle, so she stood on tiptoes and stretched her neck to ask Zhang Yuan at the other end of the cabinet.
Zhang Yuan said with a smile: "Thousands of sticks are beating the drums, and the drums are beating."
"Yes, yes, this sentence is so hard to remember." Shang Jinghui memorized it again.
Shang Danran praised: "Xiao Hui's memory is really good."
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