The flying stream cannot be seen very far, the misty sky hangs in the Changchuan River, the Milky Way falls, the sound of the jade well at the peak echoes back to Taiye, the clouds lead the sweet spring to the top of the palace, thousands of forests rise in the evening smoke, Wang Ying chants the jade spring poem: The spring at the bottom of the mountain flows like a jade rainbow, and the pity is endless
It is in the same place as all the springs, close to Qiong Island and Yingzhou. Its source is close to Penglai's green water, which emits moist dawn light and reflects the moon. The spring waves enter the tide and are gentle and windy, and finally return to the sea. All things are benefited from the merit of moistening.
For half a month, Wang Fu completely disappeared from the world.
This place is not far from Wang Fuquan's villa at the foot of Yuquan Mountain in the western suburbs. Chen Mei likes this place because it is quiet and sparsely populated.
There are too many variables these days, and the original optimistic nature has been buried
In such a beautiful scenery, if it can truly capture the essence of the sun and the moon, Chen Meili feels that there is nothing more suitable than this.
The body is in big letters, the blue sky is gone in vain, the faint fragrance of flowers and plants is next to the faint sound of running water,
"I am a melancholy guest in the world. I know what happened to you. I recall my life with tears streaming down my face."
A tear slowly fell from the corner of her eyes. Chen Meili closed her eyes and breathed deeply the air in the forest.
"The girl is so young that she is bursting with tears."
A voice came from the top. Chen Meili frowned and turned sideways. Why are there always annoying people who disturb other people's peace?
"Rong Ruo, don't disturb me." Another voice came from the left.
Chen Meili stood up suddenly and stared at the man in front of her.
I saw only a smiling face, with two thick eyebrows showing soft ripples, as if they were always smiling, curved, like the bright first quarter moon in the night sky, especially his eyes, which were shining at this time.
With his diamond-like light, he added a touch of uninhibitedness to his sunny handsomeness...
"Rong Ruo?" Chen Meili said calmly.
I have remembered that there is such a person, also named Rongruo
Nalan Xingde (1655-1685), a Manchu, named Rongruo, also known as Lengjiashanren, was one of the most famous poets in the Qing Dynasty.
Qing Dynasty, isn’t it the Qing Dynasty now?
"Are you? Nalan Xingde?" Chen Meili couldn't describe her mood at this time. Could the person in front of her be her favorite famous writer and poet Nalan Xingde?
The other party was stunned for a moment, then smiled faintly: "I am Nalan Chengde, not what the girl is referring to."
Chen Meili took a step forward and firmly held the man's hand in the air. Oh my god, it was really Nalan himself.
Nalan Xingde's original name was Nalan Chengde. In order to avoid the name taboo of "Baocheng", the prince at that time, he changed his name to Nalan Xingde.
Nalan Chengde blushed and withdrew his hand. This girl's behavior seemed too frank.
Realizing her outrageous behavior, Chen Meili's face turned slightly red. Thinking of the words she had just recited and what she said, she wondered if it was considered a leak.
Looking at the person in front of me carefully, I still can't help but doubt in my heart that the little boy in front of me is really the great poet!