On the Slender West Lake, the white mountains are looming, the cold waves are far away, and there are no traces of pedestrians or birds. There is only a ferry boat more than ten meters long crossing the lake.
Standing on the boat and looking at it at a glance, the water surface is completely white, and you can only see a few faint outlines in the center of the lake. When combined together, it looks like a sincere splash-ink landscape painting.
By the way, Wei Chen used a little trick to finally get himself and the Sheng brothers onto the ferry, but the old man was not easy to fool.
As soon as Wei Chen got on the boat, the old boatman felt itchy and asked about Wei Chen's poem.
Sheng Changbai on the side was secretly worried. In his eyes, Wei Chen said that he had written poems before, but it was just a temporary measure to coax the boatman to take them on the boat. How could Wei Chen have any poems to deal with this old boatman?
It is not difficult to write a seven-character quatrain, and it is not difficult to have ten characters in a poem. What is difficult is to convince the old boatman.
At this moment, a burst of singing came, and everyone on the ferry followed the sound.
I saw a small boat floating slowly on the lake not far away. An old man wearing a raincoat was sitting on the bow of the boat. There was a fishing rod beside him. He was rowing with one hand and holding a wine bottle with the other hand.
Enjoy your time.
"The glimmer of light in the water and clouds, counting the vicissitudes of tens of thousands of years, this person is truly a god among immortals!"
On the ferry, all the scholars watched the fisherman paddling away gradually, and they all looked leisurely and fascinated.
Looking at this scene, Wei Chen suddenly felt blessed and thought of a poem, which he blurted out immediately.
A coop, a straw hat, a small boat,
One foot of silk fiber and one inch of hook.
One bow and one laugh,
A man fishing alone in a river of autumn.
"Okay!"
As soon as Wei Chen finished speaking, Sheng Changfeng clapped his hands and cheered. After a moment of silence, more than a dozen scholars on the boat also shouted "Hello".
Wei Chen's poem is full of scenery, emotion, sound and color. In just a few sentences, it is endlessly memorable. It is definitely a rare masterpiece.
The best thing is that every one of the ten characters required by the old boatman is not less than one. Wei Chen can still write good poems under such strict rules and regulations, which shows that he is very talented.
For a time, the scholars on the boat began to whisper and inquired from their companions about the identity of the young talented man in front of them.
Seeing the reactions of the people around him, Sheng Changfeng became more confident in Wei Chen. He looked at the old man on the side with his chin, as proud as if he had written the poem himself: "Old man, you should have nothing to say now.
Are you done?"
There was sarcasm in Sheng Changfeng's words, but the old boatman did not open his mouth to refute. Instead, he froze in place and was speechless for a long time.
He was originally an old boy who was proud of his extraordinary literary talent, but he failed many times and ended up in poverty. In the end, in order to make a living, he had to ferry tourists back and forth on the Slender West Lake.
He saw that Wei Chen and Sheng Changbai were young and both were dressed in military uniforms. Especially Wei Chen, who was only eleven or twelve years old, was also wearing a robe.
Thinking that he had taken the college examination nine times in his life, but failed once, the old boatman couldn't help but feel sad, so he started to create difficulties.
He is also a scholar, so he naturally knows how difficult it is to fulfill his own requirements. In fact, he doesn't think Wei Chen can do it at all.
He had already planned that if Wei Chen couldn't compose a poem, he would ridicule Wei Chen and the others, express his frustration, and then cross them into the middle of the lake.
However, the old boatman did not expect that Wei Chen would compose a poem that met the requirements after just thinking for a moment.
There are not only ten one-character characters in the poem, but each character has a distinct image, describing people, objects, and scenes, all of which are vivid and vivid, leaving him speechless.
After being speechless for a long time, the old man suddenly stood up straight, bowed deeply to Wei Chen, and said apologetically: "I have offended my little husband. I hope my husband has a lot of knowledge, and don't be ignorant and shallow like me."
The old calculation."
"The wise man's words are serious."
Wei Chen quickly helped the old man up, his eyes were gentle, and he said softly: "It's cold and windy, so please hurry up and ferry us into the lake, so as not to miss the poetry meeting."
"My little husband is right."
Seeing that Wei Chen didn't seem to be blaming anyone, the old man secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He stood up and walked to the bow of the ship, picked up the long pole, turned around and shouted: "Everyone, stand still!"
Then, with a slight tap of the long pole on the shore, the ferry left the shore. The old man hurriedly ran from the bow to the stern and started rowing the oars.
"Second brother, this old guy is scared."
Sheng Changfeng came close to Sheng Changbai and whispered excitedly: "Brother Wei is so talented that he will definitely not be unknown in the poetry meeting. If the owner of the poetry meeting knows that this old prodigy is making things difficult for him, he will definitely kill him."
It’s beautiful! Fortunately, the brother of the Wei family is tolerant and magnanimous, so this old bastard managed to escape the disaster. Huh, it’s really an advantage for him!”
"You, you, you are also a member of an aristocratic family, so why bother with an old man?"
Sheng Changbai looked at the still arrogant third brother, smiled and shook his head. He turned to look at the old man rowing hard at the stern of the boat, and couldn't help but sigh softly: "He is also a poor man..."<
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The boat was moving at a leisurely pace, and soon it arrived near the island in the middle of the lake. One after another, it saw exquisitely painted boats cruising slowly on the lake. Some were extremely luxurious, some were simple and elegant, but the craftsmanship was evident in all of them. p>
On the painting boat, a charming and delicate singing girl holding a harp sang a smooth and distant tune, and from time to time there were scholars led by E Guanbo who sang along softly.
Among these scholars, there are retired squires, officials who are registered with Ding You, hermits in the mountains and forests, and young talents like Wei Chensheng and Changbai. They all lean on the red and green trees, exchange cups for cups, and drink happily on the boat.
"What a picture of a prosperous time at the lake and feasting!" Sheng Changfeng saw this scene of singing and feasting from a distance, and couldn't help but admire it. He just wanted to get on the boat and become one of them.
But Sheng Changbai's face was as dark as water, and he whispered: "Where did this prosperous age come from? It's just a decadent life."
Wei Chen closed his eyes slightly, as if he was asleep, and seemed to be enjoying the tunes coming from outside the boat.
Hearing Sheng Changbai's words, he couldn't help but open his eyes, feeling quite interesting.
When Sheng Changbai was a boy, he was still very scholarly!
Of course Wei Chen understood what Sheng Changbai was thinking. It was not difficult to know from the border map hanging in his study. He then comforted him and said, "Brother Zicheng, once you come, you will be safe."
"Don't worry, I saved it."
Sheng Changbai nodded. He has always been a person who knows the importance of things. He just couldn't help it and felt depressed. Then he couldn't help complaining in front of his younger brother and friends. When he actually arrived at the poetry meeting, in full view of everyone, Sheng Changbai did the same.
Still gregarious.
"Bang!"
After a soft sound of the hull colliding, the ferry stopped steadily beside the boat, and a ladder was lowered from it.
The old man stepped forward to fix the ladder, turned around, smiled flatteringly at Wei Chen and said, "My dear husband, please go first."
The other scholars on the boat also agreed. They were all impressed by Wei Chen's talent in the one-character poem he wrote earlier, and they also admired Wei Chen.
Sheng Changfeng on the side saw this scene and was so happy that he opened his mouth from ear to ear and said to Sheng Changbai: "Second brother, look, this is what everyone expected!"
Sheng Changbai also pursed his lips and smiled. Wei Chen was the center of attention no matter where he was, and he had long been used to it.
"You are so kind, but I am disrespectful. In this case, I will take the first step."
Wei Chen bowed to everyone, and then took a deep look at the old boatman, who quickly bowed his head respectfully and saluted.
When Wei Chen saw this, he just smiled and shook his head. Without saying anything more, he turned around, lifted up his robe, and climbed up the ladder first.