Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 375 The Most Romantic Thing - Poetry
The night before the summer solstice, with a little coolness.

Xia Yang said that happiness is being able to treat others with a smile when you are sad.

Luo Yan smiled slightly, and listened from the side, chiming in a few words from time to time.

Throughout the conversation, Liu Ruixuan listened.

Xia Yang who suddenly broke into his life, and Luo Yan who appeared inexplicably reminded him truly.

I always thought that I had disguised myself very well, that my emotions and anger were no longer visible, and that I was a little more serious, but I was seen through by others in a few short dialogues.

Liu Ruixuan sighed slightly, lowered his head, and looked at the fallen leaves at his feet.

Fallen leaves of trees from other lands, people alone in the cold lamp.

Who can hang a book bag? He is quite old, and he is also a good player at poetry!

Keke, seems to be wrong.

Liu Ruixuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and took another look at the fallen leaves under his feet.

This is good and poetic!
Ok?
Those familiar eyes, that familiar frost-slapped eggplant face.

What's the meaning of that little look that inadvertently glanced over?
She blinked and blinked at him.

wink?To send a glance?Eyes?

Heck, he didn't see anything.

Liu Ruixuan turned his head away.

He heard nothing.

I don't understand why their sudden appreciation of poetry is for.

Instead, be silent.

Then let him be a quiet screen beside him.

"Bowl."

Luo Yan's voice came faintly.

What?Why did you change the subject again and talk about happiness?

"What is the autumn wind sad painting fan?" Xia Yang's face was clear and calm, "The first thing I saw was Li Bai's sentence. I knew it would be so confusing, why didn't I know each other at the beginning."

"Huh? I've never heard of it. Does Li Bai have such long-lasting poems?" Luo Yan glanced at Xia Yang, and then at Liu Ruixuan.

Cough cough, what are you looking at him for?
He is not Li Bai.

Liu Ruixuan rolled his eyes silently in his heart, he is not Xia Yang either!
Which poem is this from?Why doesn't he know.

"Three five or seven words, autumn wind words." Xia Yang nodded slightly.

"Three five or seven words?" Luo Yan was startled for a moment, her tone rose, "I haven't heard of it."

Liu Ruixuan raised his eyebrows slightly,

He has only heard of groups of three and five, seven heroes and five righteous, what three five and seven words?

He has never heard of it either!
"Huh?" Xia Yang responded, looked left and right at Luo Yan and Liu Ruixuan, "Haven't heard of it?"

"En." Luo Yan nodded, "Senior Xia Yang, are you sure this is Li Taibai's poem?"

Ok!Could it be that I remembered it wrong?

Liu Ruixuan also glanced at Xia Yang.

Bi Yi, they are too familiar with Li Taibai's poetic style.

"No." Xia Yang's voice came over.

Do not?Liu Ruixuan looked at Xia Yang when he heard that, was he teasing them?
"What does senior Xia Yang mean?" Luo Yan glanced at Liu Ruixuan uncertainly, then looked at Xia Yang with some doubts, "Senior, did you remember wrong?"

"No." Xia Yang laughed loudly.

Do not?Heck, what does this mean?
Liu Ruixuan glanced sideways at Xia Yang, one on the left and one on the right, what does that mean?
When he is retarded!
Liu Ruixuan withdrew his gaze, raised his eyebrows, and quietly took two steps back.

I would rather live without bamboo than eat without meat.

Braised elbow, braised pork, braised pig's trotters, here he comes.

"Oh." Luo Yan suddenly laughed, "That's right, Li Bai's poetic style has always been bold and unrestrained, fresh and elegant, rich in imagination, wonderful in conception, wonderful in language, romantic and clear in conception."

Cough cough, Liu Ruixuan, who took two steps back, couldn't help but rolled his eyes towards the sky.

This Luo Yan is also a "talent", the words spit out like little goldfish's bubbles, string after string!

"This is not Li Bai's poem." Xia Yang laughed lowly.

cough cough!When Liu Ruixuan heard the words, he looked at Xia Yang, with a trace of contempt in his eyes.

Finally gave him a chance to despise Xia Yang.

The expression on Luo Yan's face turned around, and slowly returned to the slightly proud expression of raising her chin just now. She glanced at Xia Yang, then turned her head to look at Liu Ruixuan, and said two words softly, "Senior. "

Cough cough, senior?
What's the matter with him?

Liu Ruixuan was taken aback for a moment, he was not Xia Yang!

He is not Li Bai either!

He didn't care who the poem belonged to, he wasn't interested!

He is only interested in supper now!

Let the two of them go to Boya Ziqi in the mountains and rivers.

He is just a layman!
"Huh?" Liu Ruixuan responded, rolled his eyelids, glanced at Luo Yan, and then slowly lowered his eyes.

"Senior, I think..." Luo Yan looked towards Liu Ruixuan, a bright smile appeared on her fair face, which was extremely gentle under the orange streetlights.

"Don't ask him," Xia Yang took two steps back, put his hand on Liu Ruixuan's shoulder, patted it lightly twice, and smiled, "He doesn't know either."

Ok?he does not know?

Liu Ruixuan took a deep look at Xia Yang, Luo Yan hasn't asked any questions yet!
It's too arbitrary.

"The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and scatter, and the jackdaws roost and startle again. When will lovesickness meet each other? It's embarrassing at this night!"

Xia Yang turned his head and glanced at the sunset in the western sky, and said quietly, "Entering the lovesickness gate, you will know the pain of lovesickness, long lovesickness, long lovesickness, short lovesickness, infinity, if I knew it would be so stumbling, why didn't I know each other at the beginning."

Wind, moon, leaves, night, lovesickness.

These are available at this moment.

Liu Ruixuan looked up at the sky, then looked down at the fallen leaves under his feet.

Xia Yang might have convulsions again.

However, it sounds quite poetic.

Especially those few sentences, long-term lovesickness, long-term lovesickness, short-term lovesickness, infinity.Why didn't he feel the same way?

As soon as you know lovesickness is bitter, you will taste lovesickness.

Suddenly I thought of Stendhal's epitaph: lived, loved, and wrote.

Cough cough, is Xia Yang pretending to be a literati, using words to commemorate the past ten years of bitter love?

"These are Li Bai's words, not poems." Xia Yang's voice came over, with a familiar smiling face and a familiar calm.

What?Li Bai also wrote lyrics?

What about Tang Poetry and Song Ci?

Such a handsome poet, also has lovesickness?
Liu Ruixuan raised his head and looked at the bright moon above his head, thinking that everyone can taste red beans!
Even Li Bai, the poet fairy who likes to raise a glass to drink alone at the moon, can't help becoming a vulgar.

Painting leisurely among the rain and flowers, reclining on the painting screen and thinking about the past.In the south of the Yangtze River where the apricot blossoms are misty and rainy, green grass overflows the river embankment.

On a summer night in early June, the moon began to shine slightly.In the warm wind passing by occasionally, read an ancient poem and listen to a soft singing of ancient lovesickness.

He couldn't help but think of that long time ago, that man in white clothes, elegant and handsome, full of talent, walked slowly in the forest where the sun was setting, drinking a pot of dirty wine and playing a flute.

The voice is soft and faint, from far to near, gradually clear, clear, and faint, when the forest leaves are falling, when the afterglow is gradually fading away, one sound, one sound, one sound, night after night, like silence in a dream Silent heartbeat.

According to the sound of the flute that never falls, when the moonlight is getting brighter, when the night is fading, when the garden is full of flowers, and between the words and paintings, I am grateful for the cool calm and refined elegance.

Jiangnan in June, bright moon and sparse stars, green grass, warm wind blowing, reading a clear poem, bathed in orange lights, recalling a soft song belonging to the early summer of Jiangnan...

(End of this chapter)