Lost in love at the beginning, I backhand her best friend

Western Shu.

Although it is the weekend, Liu Haidong got up very early today.

Mainly because he couldn't sleep because he thought that his little daughter was going to Wind Whisper today.

It is the wish of every parent to hope that their son will become a dragon and their daughter will become a phoenix.

My youngest daughter has artistic talent, especially in painting.

But Liu Haidong and his wife don't want her to become a painter. The industry relies too much on connections.

Singing, dancing and eating, but not as scary as painting.

If you have connections and connections and can draw like shit, I can give you the illustration job for the textbook.

In fact, everyone's level is about the same, just like Chinese people see foreigners, they are all about the same.

But someone like Wang Zihao, who is seen once in a hundred years, stands out from the crowd.

The combination of text and painting is like the combination of music and video. The impact is huge and shocking.

Anyway, when Xu Meili saw it for the first time, she was so shocked that she fell into the abyss.

When his youngest daughter was young, she wanted to be a painter. Liu Haidong naturally disagreed, but he did not refuse directly. Instead, he asked her to paint every day and attend painting classes.

Within a year, her youngest daughter’s dream of becoming a painter was erased by herself.

Now, she has been admitted to college, and her younger daughter no longer has the dream of being a painter. In order to make up for his guilt for his younger daughter, Liu Haidong is willing to let her learn painting from Wang Zihao.

If Wang Zihao were a professional painter, Liu Haidong would not do this.

He is an amateur painter and will not lead Liu Xiangxiang astray.

Teachers and idols have a great influence on students or fans.

After Liu Xiangxiang learned painting from Wang Zihao, she probably thought this way in her heart. Painters like the teacher don’t regard painting as a career. Why should I devote my limited life to the world of painting?

While eating breakfast, Liu Haidong looked at the mobile phone on the stand, contentedly.

Last night, Liu Yueyue went to Yang Lizi and brought her the harvest of her trip to Jinhai and Shandong Province - a modern poem and an ancient poem.

Among them, there are two lines from that ancient poem on a calligraphy and painting in Wang Zihao's study.

During the trip to Jinhai, Liu Yueyue insisted on climbing the mountain and went with a mission.

With a large group of people entrusted with the task.

There are Yang Gigi, Liu Haidong, Guo Qing, Xiang Wendong, Lao Zeng and others.

Liu Yueyue felt that the most important thing was that she also wanted to get the complete poem.

You may not be able to tell if you ask. A melon that is forced is not sweet. It needs a medium to trigger it-climbing a mountain.

So, last night, Liu Haidong got the complete poem of the calligraphy and painting from his niece Liu Yueyue.

"Wangyue

How about Dai Zongfu? Qi Lu is still young.

Chong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut faintly.

Stratus clouds are born with a chest swing, and the canthus enters the home bird.

Will be the top of Ling Ling, overlooking the mountains and small mountains. "

How majestic is Mount Tai?

Walking out of Qilu, you can still see the green peak.

Mount Tai's miraculous craftsmanship has won the favor of heaven and earth. It brings together thousands of beautiful scenery. The south and north of the mountain separate morning and dusk.

Watching the rising clouds clears your mind, and watching the returning birds whirling into the mountains moves your heart and brings tears to your eyes.

After climbing to the top of Mount Tai, I felt that all the mountains I had seen in the past were pitifully small.

Junshahedong.

As he got older, Guo Qing got up at dawn.

Before smartphones appeared, ordinary people often read newspapers while eating breakfast.

Today, newspapers are almost extinct.

Guo Qing could only wear reading glasses, eat breakfast, and look at a mobile phone with an oversized screen.

"No wonder those calligraphy and paintings of his are so antique. If they are left in the sun for a while, they will really look like they have been passed down for thousands of years." Looking at the "Wang Yue" that Yang Lizi sent this morning, Guo Qing ate everything Gotta enjoy it even more.

Not long after the New Year, the Nanhu Provincial Writers Association's salon was held in Junsha, and the boy from Sunrise East went there for a while.

At that time, Lao Guo, Lao Zeng and others were very dissatisfied and wanted him to share his creative experience, but he refused without hesitation.

But in retrospect, he was wise to refuse.

At first, Lao Guo and the others were also very dissatisfied with this boy.

If he were suddenly asked to teach them, who would be able to listen?

"Last year's grand event, we went to Fenggao, but it was a pity that he didn't go. This time we went to play by ourselves, and it was indeed not in vain." Guo Qing exclaimed, and the previous six sentences foreshadowed, leading to "We will be at the top of the mountain, and we can see all the mountains and small mountains." This kind of poetry is comparable to famous verses throughout the ages.

What a pity, he lives in his girlfriend's house, and it's not easy to go to his study to worship "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" in the video that Yang Lizi took photos and recorded.

Just by relying on the part of "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", he was qualified to say that Guo Qing's calligraphy and paintings at last year's Autumn Tea Party in Juzizhou were rubbish.

When he saw the modern poem "Sunrise in the East", Guo Qing was shocked.

After reading it, he had complicated eyes.

He has always been worried that Sunrise East always lives in the past, living one or two thousand years ago.

Seeing this modern poem, he was somewhat relieved. Sunrise in the East is still living in modern times.

If the emotional expression of Sunrise in the East is always related to one or two thousand years ago, it will make people worry that he will go back at any time.

Fortunately, it turns out that he is also living in the present.

But after watching it again, Guo Qing's expression changed slightly.

Somewhere east of the river.

Xiang Wendong was practicing Tai Chi in an open space in the community. After practicing a set, seeing no one around, he walked to a tree.

The trunk of this tree has some wear and tear in the area about one meter above the ground.

After looking left and right, Xiang Wendong started to fight against the tree trunk.

When you are old, you will get stronger and stronger, and you will not fall into the clouds.

There seems to be no use for this thing. It's better to use a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Maybe one day when I see the little girl, I will be rejuvenated again, and my thoughts will flow like a fountain.

After a hundred quarrels, Xiang Wendong returned to the stone table and picked up the mobile phone on it.

Lao Guo came with information.

"There is hope in life." Xiang Wendong became energetic after seeing the message sent by Lao Guo.

At his and Lao Guo's age, they have little to contribute to society and are left to eat and die.

Fortunately, when I was young, I made contributions to the motherland and society, and when I am old, I can enjoy life with peace of mind.

But he would not fight for a bus seat with young people who are eager to go to work early in the morning.

Although the food at the vegetable market two kilometers away is cheaper and fresher, I still forget it.

I really want to go there to buy groceries. I can just walk there and it won’t affect the young people’s work.

"Sister Yang, are you up?" After sharing his masterpiece with Xiang Wendong and others, Guo Qing couldn't help but send a message to Yang Lizi.

Soon, Guo Qing received a call from Yang Gigi: "Have you finished reading the words written by Sunrise in the East?"

"I've finished reading." Guo Qing nodded and sighed, "I'm still worried."

Yang Lizi seemed to know what Guo Qing was thinking, and said, "It turns out that it's not just me who feels this way, my second granddaughter also feels it, and so do you."

This modern poem "Sunrise in the East" is a lyric poem.

The whole poem has three stanzas. The first stanza expresses the poet's yearning for a simple, simple and free realm of life, and his spirit of exploring "eternity" and the unknown world.

The second section describes the poet's uncontrollable joy after finding happiness. The third section writes about the poet’s blessings to the world.

The poet combines direct expression of his thoughts with hints and symbolic techniques, making the whole poem both clear and profound, bright and implicit, hearty and solemn, rich, and expresses the poet's yearning for happiness but loneliness and desolation.

It is a kind of loneliness under the splendor, which holds up the beauty of the world.

There is a saying that there is no quiet time, but there are people carrying the burden for you.

"I think this poem is the crystallization of his painful life experience," Guo Qing said.

After a moment of silence, Yang Lizi said: "His spiritual world is too vast, and everything in him is very small."

"Including love, right?" Guo Qing asked.

After another silence for a while, Yang Lizi said: "It may have something to do with his emotional setbacks."

Guo Qing couldn't help but said: "Every relationship of the younger generation in your family is not going well. Why is this?"

Yang Lizi didn’t know where to start.

In the past, emperors and emperors had to consider political marriages.

The emperor's sons and daughters had no choice when it came to marriage.

The sudden collapse of a huge thing is something that has never happened in a century.

The reason why it cannot fail is because it has a strong network of people and many connections, and when it prospers, it prospers and when it suffers, it suffers.

How can it collapse when many people and forces do not allow it to collapse?

"The family is big and the business is so big that I can't control it alone." Yang Lizi felt a little sad.

It feels like a real estate tycoon who was recently arrested. He founded this company and became a giant, but in the end the company collapsed.

This big boss has long been unable to control this company, and it is beyond his control.

"There are many hopeful words in the poem, but in the warm spring, there is a message of winter hidden - a kind of aching danger and sadness." Guo Qing said while looking at the poem on his mobile phone.

It turns out that all this starts from tomorrow, and where will the poet be tomorrow?

He blessed every stranger, but took away only himself.

Worldly happiness actually has nothing to do with him.

In that high-end community near Bafang Park.

On the balcony, Liu Yueyue sat cross-legged on a yoga mat, breathing in and out in the morning light.

When she came back from her grandma's house last night, she fell asleep very late.

After falling asleep, she had a dream.

In her dream, there was a little boy who was crying and asking for his father, but she couldn't coax him.

Finally, she took her son to Wind Whisper, and his tears turned into laughter.

"Grandma said that his spiritual realm is so much higher than the human world, that it makes people feel like he will ascend at any time." Liu Yueyue opened her eyes.

For this modern poem, Liu Yueyue's appreciation level is limited.

If her grandma hadn't interpreted it for her, she wouldn't have known that Sunrise Dongfang was actually very lonely inside.

His spiritual realm is very high, and his inner world is so empty that it seems endless.

How empty it is, how lonely it is.

Everyone is dead except him.

This is worse than death.

Yang Lizi said that what this poem actually expresses is the poet's endless pain and despair, which is far from the beautiful scenery of a good time as understood literally!

Liu Yueyue asked her grandma if words were deceiving.

Yang Lizi said that is not the case. People will not drool when they see delicacies that they have never eaten before for the first time.

You have to have experienced that feeling to come up with those words.

Poetry can make our soul immortal, so it tests a person's literary quality and skills. An excellent poem often requires sufficient accumulation to reach that level.

Liu Yueyue picked up the mobile phone next to her and read the modern poem "Facing the Sea, Spring Flowers Blooming" again

"Be a happy man from tomorrow on

Feed horses, chop wood, travel the world

Caring about food and vegetables from tomorrow

I have a house facing the sea and the flowers are blooming in spring

......"

The image is vivid and poetic, a masterpiece of painting.

"From tomorrow onwards, communicate with every relative

tell them my happiness

That happy lightning told me

I will tell everyone

......"

I was superficial. I thought he was in a happy mood at the time, but Liu Yueyue began to feel the desolation in the poem.

"Give every river and every mountain a warm name

Stranger, I also bless you

May you have a bright future

May your lover be married

May you be happy in this world

I just want to face the sea and see the flowers blooming in spring.”

Reading this time, Liu Yueyue finally felt the loneliness and sadness.

The more I get to know him, the more I feel that such a man should not exist in the world.

When we were together, I felt that he was very real.

Once you are far away, there will always be an unreal feeling, too unreal and beautiful.

The language of the wind.

Liu Xiangxiang chatted with her father for a few words, then handed her cell phone to Wang Zihao: "Third brother-in-law, my father wants to talk to you."

Wang Zihao took the phone and said "big brother" as soon as he spoke.

Liu Xiangxiang's eyes widened.

Liu Qianqian covered her face and pretended not to see or hear.

Liu Haidong pinched his nose and forcefully accepted Wang Zihao's "big brother" call, and said, "Xiangxiang is much easier to get along with than Piaopiao. You don't have to spend too much time and effort teaching her to draw."

Wang Zihao sighed in his heart, brother, I can't refuse.

"Xiangxiang is lively and cute, youthful and beautiful. When I see her, I feel like I am five years younger." Unable to refuse, Wang Zihao had to say, "Brother, don't worry, your daughter is my daughter, I will treat her as my daughter." Be my daughter."

Liu Xiangxiang opened her mouth slightly, "Third brother-in-law, you are only five or six years older than me."

How dare you want such an old daughter?

Liu Qianqian went out and didn't dare to listen anymore.

Not long after chatting with Liu Haidong, Wang Zihao returned the phone to Liu Xiangxiang.

"Hey, why did you die?" Liu Xiangxiang still wanted to say a few words to her father.

Really!

"Third brother-in-law, I want to go to the third floor." Liu Xiangxiang said excitedly as she put away her phone.

"Why are you going to the third floor?" asked Wang Zihao, who was about to turn on the computer.

"I want to see the painting "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" in the photos and videos." Liu Xiangxiang looked expectantly.

"A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" is huge in length, not only has beautiful picture quality, but also has more than a dozen excellent poems.

For example, "Dengyouzhou Taiwanese Song" and "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" etc.

"The moon is setting, crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, Jiang Feng is fishing and the fire is facing melancholy.

At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight. "

Many classic scenes are accompanied by a poem. Liu Xiangxiang feels that it is because of the poetry that the scene shines and becomes a classic.

Liu Xiangxiang learned from her grandmother and second sister that "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" has not yet been sealed.

This means that it is not all finished yet, the third sister said, and the third brother-in-law will polish and inscribe it from time to time.

For example, one of the scenes was mentioned by the third brother-in-law only two days before he left for a long trip last week.

"When I was young, I left home and my boss returned. My local pronunciation has not changed and my hair on my temples has faded.

Children who don't recognize each other laugh and ask where the guest is from. "

Grandma said that the artistic and commercial value of "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" are immeasurable and are still rising rapidly. (End of chapter)