"The truth is quite simple, what is the Buddha's verse?",
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Too much expectation often leads to too big a gap. After Ning Yi wrote the eight lines of the poem on the paper, whispers began to sound uncontrollably from behind, and there were also people who didn't see it outside, wondering.
I asked the people in front of me what the content is. In fact, the sentences and principles are all simple. In this era, there are no profound terms and unnecessary mysteries. Everyone can understand it. The tragedy is that it does not even rhyme. Everyone
His face changed after seeing it, and for a moment he didn't know how to define these eight sentences.
For a while, no one raised any doubts. After all, this was something written by Ning Yi. It didn’t look funny like a doggerel. It was indeed similar to a Buddhist verse, saying a seemingly good truth. But of course it wasn’t.
Buddha's verse. After a while, Liu Qingdi looked at Ning Yi, frowned and asked, "Is this... what Brother Ning wrote...?"
Ning Yi looked down at the eight lines of the poem, nodded to himself, then looked at Liu Qingdi, and said with a smile: "Brother Liu seems to think... this is not a poem?"
"It seems easy to understand, but Brother Ning wrote these few sentences without even rhyming, so naturally they can't be regarded as poetry. Today's literary meeting is..." "Tsk." Liu Qingdi didn't finish speaking.
Ning Yi shrugged and smiled, "Just don't count it."
"Then...what is it?"
"Whether it's poetry or lyrics, these are the forty words written on paper. I'm now teaching in a private school. No matter how the students write," rhyme or not, they have finally written something. Brother Liu will just take it for granted.
It's a bad poem that doesn't rhyme very much, haha..." Ning Yi's words were a bit shameful." But for a while, everyone really couldn't find a good reason to criticize him. It's not an imperial examination at the moment, and it doesn't matter.
There was no way to determine the winner in the competition. If he could write something that would be handed down from generation to generation, everyone would probably be amazed. But here he wrote this sentence casually and said it casually. For a moment, he could not be said to be insulting to his elegance.
After all, even great writers don’t casually carry good lines.” Among a group of friends, it’s not too much to write two limericks as a joke.
The atmosphere was relaxed before, Liu Qingdi didn't really make a good deal, and now he frowned and didn't know what to say." Cao Guan and the others breathed a sigh of relief, and then thought of one thing: "Brother Ning's poem,
I don’t know how to explain it?” Ning Yi laughed: “I wrote it down casually, and everyone can do the same.”,
Li Shishi stood aside and looked at the poem, frowning and thinking about it, and her face occasionally turned red. "Then she showed no shyness." She glanced at Ning Yi with a slightly suspicious look, and then lowered her head.
Others couldn't tell what she was thinking. Beside Zhou Bangyan, Fang Wenyang and Tang Weiyan were whispering, with strange expressions on their faces, sometimes frowning and sometimes showing a hint of sarcasm.
Li Shishi and others came from the capital and were not very familiar with Ning Yi. At this time, they were just getting to know this person for the first time. After all, it was impossible to see someone write a masterpiece that would be handed down from generation to generation at any time, so their emotions were actually quite calm. Cao Guan and Liu Qingdi
The others knew a little better than them, but they had a sense of gain and loss. Regarding Ning Yi's actions, they just regarded him as a joke. However, Qilan, who was mixed in the crowd, liked Ning Yi's poems and was very interested in Ning Yi's poems.
I had inquired about Yi's situation many times, and felt slightly disappointed at this time. Pu Yangyi also arrived nearby. He looked at the poem, thought about it for a moment, and then laughed. Qilan turned back to look at him.
"Why are you laughing, Master?" "What do you think of that poem?",
"Uh... It's easy to pick up. It's easy to understand. It can't be called a limerick. It can be called a poem, but it doesn't rhyme. But after reading it, it makes people think it makes sense... Mr. Ning is not strict with trivial matters. He is probably having fun.
, Perhaps only such a romantic and unruly temperament can write such stunning lyrics as "The Sapphire Case.",
Pu Yangyi looked at her, and after she finished speaking, he laughed again and said in a low voice: "Every ten steps counts, he deserves his reputation. He does things so without fireworks. If he were my opponent, I would really be afraid of him.
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"Huh? How come you want to go into business?" "There are thousands of people in the world. Don't ask for help from floating clouds. This person is like a rainbow. When you meet someone, you will know... I asked him to write lyrics for you a few days ago, but it's a pity that he and Mr. Li
There were some connections, so I couldn't ask him for help at this time, so I had to forget it. Of course, he couldn't help Master Li at this time, but everyone had just talked, and it wouldn't be good to refuse too much. He wrote this kind of poem, which can be regarded as two things.
He doesn't help, and the sentences he picked up from his fingertips actually have little impact on his talent and reputation. And the most important thing is, Qilan, how do you interpret this poem?"
"How to explain, uh..." Qilan thought for a while, "Just now we asked him to write a poem for Miss Li. This poem...",
"I can't solve it, but I don't care how to solve it." Pu Yangyi continued softly, "These people are surrounding Miss Li. If they are on Miss Li's side, they want to find a better explanation. It is very simple. The conclusion is "Si
It can be said that "people are like rainbows, you will know when you meet them." This means that it was not until I met Miss Shishi that I realized that there are really people like rainbows in the world. But if it falls into the hearts of others, look at Zhou Bangyan
A few of them were surrounding Ms. Shishi, chasing them all the way from the capital, but there were thousands of people in the world, so Fuyun didn’t ask for help... Just now someone said that he had a good relationship with Ms. Li, and these close people were more or less not.
I like it. This poem is open-minded and admonishing. They are jealous in their hearts. Those two sentences are written in their hearts. They will not be without ideas.",
"So, Mr. Ning...",
"According to the situation, to the occasion, everyone has an idea after seeing it. It is not famous, but it is just right. Even Miss Yuan who is following him will not be jealous because of this matter. In just a short moment, he was able to come up with this
To deal with such a situation and still write such a poem that is neither salty nor bland is worthy of admiration."
Qilan thought for a while: "Mr. Puyang, you have been in the mall for a long time. You have to think about everything when you encounter it. I still feel that Mr. Ning is just a gentle and elegant scholar who is not strict with details."
Puyang Yi laughed and said, "I don't mind."
This poem is like a delicate Tai Chi exercise. It seems a bit messy, but for a moment it makes people unable to swallow it. After all, the outing has just started at this time, and everyone is warming up and talking and laughing. It is difficult for anyone to jump out immediately.
The provocation was tense. Everyone smiled and said a few words about the poem, and then began to pay attention to other people's works. Whatever thoughts they had, they were kept in mind for the time being.
After that, everyone talked and laughed. When someone proposed to write a poem with Jinling as the title, Chen Luoyuan took out an authentic painting of Wu Daozi in the Tang Dynasty as a lucky draw. The atmosphere among everyone became high, and there were several performances during the period.
.When Qilan and others remembered and went to pay attention to Ning Yi, Ning Yi, Nie, and Yuan had already disappeared...
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"Wow, I really gave up on hot springs."
There were sounds of surprise in the woods, followed by the sound of playing with water. A stream extended upwards between the gaps in the woods, and in a clearing there was a seemingly small hot spring. The water was still there.
The temperature flowing down from the upper level is not very hot here. Further down, because the water flow is not fast and intersects with another stream, there is not much temperature." If not for Kang Xian's reminder, "I'm afraid everyone wouldn't know it.
There is such a place up there.
Ning Yi, Yunzhu, and Jin'er washed their hands in the spring water. The mountain breeze blew from the top of the trees, and the sun was almost rising above their heads, and it was warm.
"People are like rainbows. You will know when you meet them." Jin'er read this sentence, holding the spring water in both hands and splashing it towards Yunzhu. Yunzhu was a little far away. Yunzhu escaped with a smile: "Stop making trouble.
What should I do if my clothes get wet now?" Jin'er stuck out her tongue.
"This place is really private." Ning Yi stood there and sighed, and then said, "I'll go take a look around.
", Jin'er had already sat down by the spring: "I'm not going, I want to take a rest." Her original intention was that Sister Yunzhu would accompany her to take a rest here, but among the three of them, Yun
Zhu didn't express his position, but he walked aside with Ning Yi with a smile. Jin'er reached out and fiddled with the water. Seeing the two people disappear, she just pouted: "You and a bitch! Adulterers and whores!",
Then she looked around furtively, but there was no one around. She carefully took off her shoes and lifted up her trouser legs. Under the sun, her bare feet and calves were white and slender, and then she put them into the hot spring. For a moment, she squinted her eyes and showed her enjoyment.
His expression is that of a puppy.
"Li Heng, do you like it here very much?" On the other side, Ning Yi and Yunzhu walked through the forest for a while, the sunlight dappled between the shadows of the trees, the forest was quiet, and their words seemed light.
"It actually feels pretty good. There are hot springs and woods. What do you think?",
"I... think it's too high. It's very windy in winter.",
"Is it also by the river?"
"Well, let alone winter, I don't dare to go outside to write anything in autumn. All the paper was blown away. Last time I was on the terrace, I was in a hurry.",
She was talking about what happened last fall. Ning Yi was there that day. The wind was strong by the river. She put some papers outside, but they were blown all over the sky. They were quite embarrassed. Talking about it at this time, the two of them couldn't bear it.
He laughed. After walking around for a while, and walking back according to his impression, Yunzhu looked at Ning Yi's clothes and said, "Li Heng, you'd better sit in front for a while."
"Um?",
"The clothes are off."
That was the place where I was hooked when I was skiing. It was a small hole at the time, but it became bigger unknowingly. Ning Yi laughed and sat down on a stone next to a tree in front of me. The light here is good and the sun is shining.
There was a warm yellow space. Yunzhu also sat down on the grass next to him and took out a small bag from his arms. In the bag was needle and thread. Ning Yi took a few glances: "When a woman disguises herself as a man,
You actually carry needle and thread with you, it’s not professional at all.”
"No." Yunzhu said, "I didn't bring it originally. I saw your clothes were a little torn earlier, so I asked the Chen family's servants for some." She said, licked the thin thread on the tip of her tongue, and then said to
The two of them were alone in the woods, quiet and peaceful, and melted into a beautiful painting in the warm yellow sunshine.
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It's a bit boring to wash in the hot spring alone, not to mention you can't really take off your clothes to wash in. By the spring, Yuan Jin'er looked back and retracted her slender feet from the water, feeling a little abandoned and lonely. From a distance,
It seemed that Master Li's singing was carried along the mountain breeze, gentle and beautiful.
She put on her shoes and socks and walked towards the forest...