Dusk has just fallen, and a bright moon rises from the east. Colorful lanterns are everywhere on the streets. The lanterns and the moon shine together, and the lanterns are clustered together. It is so beautiful that the whole capital seems to be plunged into a sea of lanterns, with all kinds of lanterns like a hundred flowers competing.
Gorgeous, with different moods, rabbit lanterns, doll lanterns, watermelon lanterns, gourd lanterns, beauty lanterns, peacock lanterns, lifelike images, bright colors, dizzying and dazzling.
Looking around, the city is full of people admiring lanterns. Young men and girls in beautiful clothes gather in groups to go to the lantern festival, guess lantern riddles, compose poems and compose music, and look at each other from time to time. It is a lively, prosperous, beautiful and charming place.
On the Lantern Festival, I don’t know how many lovers have been made.
I walked around happily in the lanterns, the wind smiled and followed my mood, and Charming's face was still cold, but she thoughtfully blocked the crowds for me.
"Sir, let's guess the lantern riddles. If you guess correctly, you'll win a prize." A young man said with a smile.
"What's the prize?"
"Guess which lamp is correct in the lantern riddle, and the younger one will give it to the young master."
"Feng, I want that beauty lantern!" I may know a little bit about the brain teasers, lantern riddles? Spare me! I looked at Feng for help.
"Okay!" Feng Wenwen smiled, "Father-in-law - shoot one word, fight!"
"Feng is so smart!" I happily smacked Feng on the face, and then took the beauty lamp from the stunned little brother.
"I also want the peacock lantern, the rabbit lantern, the nine palace lanterns..." I pointed out almost all of my brother's lantern stalls in one breath.
"Autumn ends today - shoot a Chinese medicine name."
"Tomorrow winter."
"Xi Shi's face is pockmarked - shoot a idiom."
"a fly in the ointment."
"Reunion - shoot one word."
"View."
"Mid-Autumn Moon-shooting idiom."
"Justice and fairness."
"Two tears fell in front of you - shoot one word."
"Only."
"Dishonest - shoot a fruit."
"Eternal Life Fruit."
Feng guessed them one by one without even thinking, his brain is really good! Feng answered easily, and the little brother felt sweat on his forehead. If this continues, his stall will be closed as soon as possible.
"I wish the flowers would always bloom - a polite expression."
Feng frowned and thought for a moment but still had no idea. I smiled and said, "You're welcome!"
You can tell at a glance that Feng is rude. He doesn't usually say hello, thank you, you're welcome, sorry, or any of these polite words to people.
The little brother reluctantly went to pick up the lanterns. I quickly stopped him, "No! It's not convenient to hold!" I dragged Feng's hand and walked away. The little brother looked at the two handsome young men dragging the lanterns.
hand, so shocked that his eyes almost popped out.
"The young lady outside Zhang's office has set up a stage in front of us and wants to recruit a son-in-law with literature!"
"Really? Go and have a look!"
The lively street immediately cleared away. I grabbed Feng's hand and followed the flow of people. Mei followed me nervously, protecting me from being squeezed and stepped on.
There were already people standing in front of the ring. Sitting on the high ring was a graceful, quiet and elegant beautiful woman. Her skin was as good as snow and her features were picturesque. She looked about seventeen or eighteen years old. She was wearing a long green dress and a lipstick.
With a faint smile, his eyes seemed to glance over the talented scholars with some mocking eyes.
Zhang Yuanwai, who was over fifty years old, sat happily opposite his daughter, looking at the talents competing on the stage with a smile on his face, and nodded with satisfaction while twirling his gray goatee.
"Are there any rules?" I squeezed to the front, looked at the talented people on the stage scratching their heads in thought, pacing and sighing, and asked a young man watching the fun next to me.
"There are no rules. As long as you are willing, you can come on stage. With the theme of the Lantern Festival, there are no restrictions on poems and songs. Anyone who satisfies Ms. Zhang can become the son-in-law of the Zhang family."
"So simple?"
"It's easy to say, but it's actually difficult. Several gentlemen have already recited poems, but Miss Zhang just said 'vulgar' and stopped without raising her eyes. She was so embarrassed that those young gentlemen just wanted to find a hole in the ground to hide in.
Go in."
"So, this Miss Zhang has quite high standards."
"Miss Zhang is a well-known talented woman in the capital. She is proficient in poetry, poetry and poetry. She has been on the stage for three years and she has yet to meet anyone who can catch her eye."
It seems that it is not good to set too high a standard, as it is very likely that you will not be able to get married.
"The imperial capital is filled with moonlight and lights, and graceful beauties with long sleeves are dancing.
Her beautiful face suddenly appeared in the lanterns, and the fragrance of her laughter was nowhere to be found."
Miss Zhang raised her eyelids and smiled slightly. The fair young man who was reciting the poem was so excited that his heart almost jumped out of his chest. But Miss Zhang only raised her eyelids and said nothing.
The poor fair boy was happy for nothing.
"The trees and flowers are blooming, and the bright moon shines upon us.
The jade skin looks like snow, and the eyebrows look like daisy.
Red lips, shaved onion fingers, green silk and willow waist.
He lowered his eyebrows and spoke softly, looking back with a slight smile.
May I ask who sells Yuanxiao in Changfeng?"
Miss Zhang smiled sweetly, her lips parted slightly: "It's acceptable."
The handsome and elegant poet was about to faint when he heard the excitement, but Miss Zhang's red lips could only say the word "fair" and nothing else. The poor poet was so happy and sad that he fainted and fell to the ground.
The smart book boy hurriedly helped him and pinched him hard to wake him up. After waking up, he bowed dejectedly, looked up to the sky and sighed three times, and left sadly.
"Daughter, Mr. Shi was born into a scholarly family with a rich family background. He himself is full of poetry and books, has a lot of talent and learning, and is gentle, elegant and handsome. Aren't you satisfied with your daughter?" Zhang Yuanwai was really angry at his picky daughter.
I love her, but I can't bear to force her. I really hate the private school teacher for teaching his daughter so well.
Miss Zhang just smiled and did not answer. Her mocking eyes glanced at the few young masters left on the stage, "Can any of you guys come up with good words or sentences? If you can't think of any more, this arena of the Nu family will be withdrawn."
"
"Ashamed!" The young masters cupped their hands and stepped back with shame on their faces.
"You're giving up now? I think Mr. Shi's singing is pretty good!" He looks pretty good too!
"Sir, are you a foreigner? Mr. Shi is a well-known talent among young scholars. Even he can't satisfy Miss Zhang. How can the rest of us have the nerve to stay."
"Get out of the arena! Anyway, all the scholars in the world are just people in name only. How can they have any real talent?"
"Wait a minute!" A clear and pleasant voice stopped everyone who was about to leave. Miss Zhang looked at the slender and handsome young man with interest, and said in a mocking tone, "Even Mr. Shi has been defeated.
Come on, does this young master want to make a fool of himself?"
Arrogant!
"Rou'er -" Feng called me softly. I smiled gently at him and told him not to worry. I turned around and stepped onto the ring, looking at Miss Zhang confidently: "Miss Zhang, after listening, she won't decide whether I will make a fool of myself."
Late."
"The east wind blooms flowers on thousands of trees at night, and blows them down like stars like rain."