Smiling proud dead lake

Let's talk about Wen Tianyu looking at this woman like a fascination, even if his heart is still, it is inevitable that he will be a little tempted. Hearing this woman's admiration, others quickly turned their heads to look, and saw that this woman was as beautiful as a fairy, gentle and elegant. The maid, in comparison, is a world of difference, and everyone can't help but fall in love with her beauty.

The scholar stared at the woman with glowing eyes, hoping that the woman would pay more attention to him and gain her favor. If he could spend the rest of his life with her, he would have no regrets in this life.

The old man finally finished his painting and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction. Seeing him raise his head and smiled, he said to everyone: "This picture is a copy of Tang Bohu's picture of the sound of pine trees on a mountain road. It is also the last time I painted. I am already old. Gao, you should think about the joy of going home."

Everyone was surprised when they heard the old man's words, and the beautiful woman said regretfully: "Old man, he is a highly respected painter in the capital. It is a pity to close the mountain like this. The little girl loves the works of the man very much, even the father of the family... Often let the little girl pay a lot of money to get the painting of the husband."

Hearing the words of the beautiful woman, the scholar saw that she felt sorry for the old man's resignation, and couldn't help but feel lost, what should he do to please her.

The old man smiled slightly and said: "Miss Yun doesn't have to be disappointed because of the old man's departure, but she should be happy for me. You would come here to watch me paint at this time in previous years, and you can experience something every time, and you have also collected my uniqueness. There are fewer works, but this year's pair is not the same as in previous years. I attach a poem, and if I can answer the next sentence, I will give it to him. I don't know who has this fate."

The beautiful woman listened to the old man's words and was stunned for a while. She was proficient in poetry, qin, calligraphy and painting. This is the old man's masterpiece. No matter what, I must get it for my father.

The beautiful woman pondered for a while and then said: "The old man's method is very good, please give me the last sentence, the little girl will be able to answer it."

Hearing this, the scholar said in his heart, he was still worried about how to please her, this opportunity must not be missed, with his talent and learning, it is not difficult to deal with some verses, as long as he can get this painting for her, it will make her feel good about himself Looking at it from another perspective, the two families are aristocratic families, and they are well-matched. Are you afraid that you won't be able to get her?

So the scholar cheered up and said: "The student is not talented, I want to try it, and see if I can or have a chance to get this painting."

Seeing that the two were full of confidence, the old man just nodded and stopped talking. He picked up a pen and dipped it in ink, and wrote the last two lines of verse. On the lower left side of the book, it reads: "The three paths of the hometown spit out the clumps, and the dark frost fell into the blue sky overnight.

When the woman surnamed Yun saw the lines in the painting, she frowned and meditated. She couldn't comprehend for a long time, and she was even more disappointed in her heart. She shook her head. It seemed that this time she couldn't get the painting back for her father.

"Little girl, she has little talent and learning, and she can't match the old man's superb poems," the girl surnamed Yun said helplessly.

At this time, the scholar also shook his head, thinking that the old man's poems, with his background as a Jinshi, how could he not understand it?He felt a little unwilling, but he couldn't help it, and he couldn't help but blushed and said: "The old man is very knowledgeable, the students really admire him, and the students have no chance to get this painting."

Everyone bowed their heads in thought, but no one came forward to answer. Most of them were ordinary people, and some of them had never been to an academy, so how could they compose poems.

"How about letting me try it?" I saw one person in the crowd rush forward and said.

This person just watched Wen Tianyu for a long time. He was interested in seeing the excitement, but when he saw the old man finished painting, he suggested painting poems, so he immediately became interested. It is as simple as everyday food. He has read and memorized ancient poems as early as in later generations. At that time, because of his poverty, he studied harder than ordinary students.Although this can be regarded as plagiarizing poets in history, who knows, as long as you don't say it, God knows it.His old face blushed and his heart was secretly happy, he could only feel sorry for the original poet.

The old man saw that the speaker was a handsome 20-year-old young man, and saw that he was dressed in white and brocade robes, with an extraordinary temperament, and he looked a bit bookish.

So the old man smiled slightly and said: "Since the boy thinks he is very knowledgeable, then I will invite you."

Wen Tianyu didn't answer when he heard the words, he looked up at the poem on the painting, he couldn't help but feel a little dumbfounded after reading it, this. .Isn't this the masterpiece of Tang Bohu in the Ming Dynasty?He was puzzled in his heart, turned his head to look at the old man who was staring at him with a smile, and thought to himself, this poem Tang Bohu should not have been published to the world, how did the old man in front of him know?What is his relationship with the famous masterpiece Tang Bohu?This Tang Bohu has been down and out all his life, so he doesn't know whether he sold it to him or gave it to him?His thoughts turned sharply in his mind, and after thinking about it, it was also possible.

Wen Tianyu pondered for a while, then smiled and said: "Old gentleman, please listen to the next sentence?"

He looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back, making people look like a great poet, and he said slowly: "How many people have not returned from the end of the world, let's look at the autumn wind through the fence." His figure, that expression, that The clear and powerful voice was deeply reflected in the hearts of everyone.