It was exactly 8:30 in the morning when Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin climbed up to Baoshi Mountain.
This time is neither early nor late, but there are already many tourists near the West Lake.
Fortunately, there were not many tourists on Gemstone Mountain. After climbing the mountain, the two of them easily grabbed a good seat.
The sky is also beautiful. The sun is not shining and the clouds are not thick. It is very suitable for taking pictures and of course watching the scenery.
"Wow, it's really beautiful," Yang Qingyin couldn't help but raise her arms and shouted after climbing to the top of a huge stone with Luo Ziling's help, "You can really see the full view of the West Lake."
"Why don't you call yourself more literary?" Luo Ziling teased Yang Qing and said, "After all, you are also a talented woman. When a talented person goes to the West Lake, he will say, 'It's not bad to travel in the mountains in the rain, but because of the beauty of the mountains, there is more in the lake.' , if you don’t write a few poems, wouldn’t it be too cheap?”
"Isn't it raining now?" Yang Qingyin glanced at Luo Ziling, "Besides, I'm not that talented. Do you think ancient poetry is so easy to write? It seems like you can write poetry."
"Listen, I will tell you a few words: The spring beauty of the West Lake has returned, and the spring water is greener than dye."
"Tsk," Yang Qingyin said with a look of contempt, "Isn't that a poem by Ouyang Xiu? The spring beauty of the West Lake has returned, and the spring water is green. The fragrance is rotten, and the east wind is like grains. You are so shameless that you take it as your own poem. I'm really ashamed of you. ."
Luo Ziling was not annoyed and continued to steal other people's poems shamelessly: "The flowers are blooming, the mangroves are chaotic and the orioles are singing, the grass is growing and the egrets are flying across the lake."
"That's a poem by Xu Yuanjie from the Song Dynasty!"
Seeing Yang Qingyin's coquettish expression, Luo Ziling couldn't help being in a good mood and continued teasing Yang Qingyin: "The arrival of spring on the lake is like a painted picture, with chaotic peaks surrounding it. There are thousands of green pine trees on the mountain surface, and a pearl in the heart of the moon." Are these good sentences?"
"Aren't there four more sentences? The threads of the green carpet are picking up the early rice, and the nepotism of Qingluo is blooming. I couldn't throw it away to Hangzhou, but half of it is this lake." Yang Qingyin couldn't help laughing, "Bai Juyi and Bai Letian's If you dare to steal a masterpiece, aren't you afraid that Mr. Lotte will rise from his grave and sue you for stealing his copyright?"
"Okay, then I have to come up with a song no matter what," Luo Ziling deliberately pretended to be thoughtful. When Yang Qingyin couldn't help but want to laugh, he read loudly: "South Peak, North Peak, a piece of In the mist of the lake. When spring comes, I am worried about killing people. The husband's love is strong, and the concubine's love is strong. The oil-walled carriage is light and the man and the horse meet, and they meet the nine-mile pine. Look, what a good poem, how many times, I am talented, right?"
"'Sauvignon Blanc: Journey to the West Lake' is a poem written by Kang Yu, a poet from the Song Dynasty. If you change the word 'Nong' in his poem to '人', do you think it is your own work?" Yang Qingyin had a look of contempt on his face. The flavor became even stronger, "Do you think you can fool people by finding a poem that most people don't know? Humph, you are so naive!"
Luo Ziling laughed and hugged Yang Qingyin's waist, pulled her into his arms, and said happily: "I didn't expect that you actually know such an unorthodox poem, and you can even tell that I changed a word. ?Awesome, my admiration for you is as endless as the water of the West Lake..."
Luo Ziling's words made Yang Qingyin laugh heartily. She broke away from Luo Ziling's arms, stood facing him, tilted her head, and said playfully: "It seems that the ancient poems you memorized are It’s quite a lot, or you can trick those little girls in the Chinese Department, maybe you can use it!”
"Come on," Luo Ziling stretched out his hand and scratched Yang Qingyin's nose, "you are such a jealous person, you actually encouraged me to kidnap girls, you obviously have bad intentions. Also, I am already so famous now, I can just show up wherever I want.
What a beautiful girl, why don’t you cry and throw yourself into your arms? Does it need to be so complicated to deceive a girl?”
"Humph," Yang Qingyin rolled his eyes, kicked Luo Ziling again, and said with a hint of annoyance: "I know you are a playboy, and you have endless charm, are you okay?"
"Okay, okay, stop being jealous. Take advantage of the fact that there are not many tourists and hurry up and paint. It will take several hours!" Luo Ziling grabbed Yang Qingyin's arm and pulled him to the other side.
Ye Xiaoli, who was following her, had already set up the painting table at the best location and was waiting for Yang Qingyin to start work.
A few tourists looked here curiously, and when they saw someone setting up a painting table, they stopped to watch.
When they came out today, both Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin dressed themselves up to be ugly, and both wore big glasses and hats. Basically no one could recognize them, and they couldn't even tell whether they were beautiful or not.
ugly.
This is also less troublesome.
"I'm in a good mood, I can paint now," Yang Qingyin said to Luo Ziling with a smile when he walked to the painting desk: "You are not allowed to make trouble, and you are not allowed to make trouble by others."
"I respectfully respect the Queen's order!" Luo Ziling made an exaggerated gesture, which made Yang Qingyin laugh again.
After washing his hands, Yang Qingyin went to his desk to paint, while Luo Ziling watched from the side.
Yang Qingyin's paintings were Chinese landscape paintings, and Luo Ziling was also familiar with the painting techniques. But what he didn't expect was that when Yang Qingyin started painting, there was no sloppiness at all. It was very bold and grand. With the rapid movement of the pen in her hand, the West Lake
The mountains and rivers suddenly appeared.
Several of Luo Ziling's bodyguards, Yang Xiaodong and others were watching from the side, while preventing other tourists from approaching.
But the place where they painted is relatively low, and tourists behind them can see the painting process from a higher place.
As a result, some good people stand on high places, zoom in on the camera or cell phone camera, take photos and post them on WeChat Moments.
These photos in the circle of friends attracted a lot of onlookers and admiration. After seeing these photos, some tourists in Hangzhou came to Baoshi Mountain to join in the fun. In the end, even the police were alerted - people who were watching the fun.
Too much.
After about an hour and a half, Yang Qingyin finally finished the work, and what appeared in front of Luo Ziling was a beautiful landscape painting.
"Why do you think the painting is more beautiful than the person you are now?" Luo Ziling joked, "You must collect this painting carefully, maybe it can be sold for a good price in the future."
"The little girl's painting is ready, and I would like to ask Mr. Luo to write an inscription." Yang Qingyin suppressed a smile, saluted Luo Ziling, and made a gesture of invitation, "What poem are you going to write?"
"Let me think about it," Luo Ziling thought for a moment and then picked up his pen and wrote an inscription on Yang Qingyin's painting.
Yang Qingyin stood aside with a slight smile on his face, watching Luo Ziling write.
The curious tourists also watched with surprise as Luo Ziling splashed ink.
After seeing the words on the painting clearly through the lens of the mobile phone, a person read softly:
The first state in the southeast, West Lake has been beautiful since ancient times.
There are pavilions and pavilions near the embankment, painted boats and pavilions, and tourists singing and playing music.
There are lotus flowers for ten miles, osmanthus seeds for three autumns, and clear green mountains all around.
After hundreds of years of traveling south, the heroes of a moment have all forgotten their life ambitions.
It's a pity that the sky is spinning and changing, who can borrow it to make Xue feel ashamed?
Climb to Xingsheng, express your feelings about the past and present, and show your heroic spirit.
The strong men push the mountains, the gods move the water, and cultivate the mulberry fields.
Borrow the tide of Qiantang to wash away all the tears for you, General Yue!
But people who read it don’t know whose poem it is, and it’s not a well-known masterpiece.
"The Song of the Water Dragon. Nostalgia for the West Lake written by Chen Dewu in the late Southern Song Dynasty cannot be compared with Liu Yong's "Looking at the Sea Tide", but the taste is also good." After Luo Ziling finished writing, he threw away the pen and said to Yang Qingyin with a smile: "While painting and writing on Baoshi Mountain, many people watched. Are we being a little too aggressive?"
"It's very beautiful, isn't it?" Yang Qingyin looked at Luo Ziling with a bright smile, "Don't you think today is a very memorable day?"
"Well, it's very memorable," Luo Ziling looked at Yang Qingyin lovingly: "A lifetime of memories!" (To be continued)