Traveling through the Tang Dynasty: Peerless Village Girl

Chapter 3 Plagiarism
Thrill chrysanthemum sorrowful smoke blue weeping dew,
Luo Mu was lightly cold, and the swallows flew away.

The bright moon does not know the bitterness of parting and hatred,
The slanting light reaches Xiaochuan Zhuhu.

The westerly wind withered the green trees last night,
Go up to the tall buildings alone, looking all the way to the end of the world.

If you want to send colored notes and rulers,
The mountains are long and the rivers are wide and you know where you are.

This song "Butterfly Love Flower" was written by Yan Shu in the Song Dynasty to express his longing for his lover.

Mo Feiyi usually practices writing brushes, and loves to practice writing this poem. He occasionally practiced some traditional characters. Fortunately, he practiced the traditional characters of this poem, so he didn't get embarrassed on the spot.

When she started to brush and brush, Chen Lian just stood aside and watched with folded arms.

In everything is low-grade, only Datang, who has a high degree of reading, is a door-knocking hammer, and his handwriting is good, which already makes people feel a little better.He watched Mo Feiyi sway his hair, a faint smile appeared on his face, he stroked the long beard under his chin, and kept his head in his mouth.

Although the characters are a little tender, they are also dignified and generous. They are square and majestic. They seem to be in regular script, but they are not complete. They seem to be formed by combining the strengths of a hundred schools of thought. (The calligraphic font here is pure nonsense, seriously.)
It is very rare for a child from a poor family to be able to write a good hand, and he can learn from all kinds of families, let alone a little girl?He believes that if Mo Feiyi can have a famous teacher to guide him and persevere, he will be able to create a school of masters with his own style in the future.Invisibly, he has grown a little fond of the sickly girl in front of him.

Chen Lian recited the poem repeatedly in his heart, chewing on its meaning, the more he felt the charm was endless, a look of shock gradually appeared on his thin face.

"Girl in Scarlet Clothes, this poem..."

Mo Feiyi was just recovering from a long illness, a blush of embarrassment appeared on his pale face, and he nodded slightly.

"This poem was actually written by a girl. Good poem, good poem. Good poem!"

Chen Qian's expression was agitated, and his thin face was filled with admiration, shame, joy and love.

The social atmosphere in the Tang Dynasty was open, and many women liked to write lyrics and paint, and there were many famous female poets, female painters, and female calligraphers.

This poem written by Mo Feiyi expresses emotions with objects, has endless aftertaste and far-reaching meaning. It is definitely a famous poem and has been passed down through the ages.

"It's just...it's just a clumsy accident, which made my husband laugh..."

Mo Feiyi's cheeks were flushed red, and she felt ashamed. She folded her palms together and kept praying in her heart: Senior Yan, the little girl is poor and destitute. You have a lot of benevolence. Don't jump out of the ground and strangle me. Hey……

Plagiarizing ancient poems from her predecessors made her feel ashamed, but she had no choice but to be shameless in order to get this life-saving job...

Since Manager Chen Er is the person in charge of the recruitment, she can only get this life-saving job by trying her best to express herself and win his favor.

"Miss Fei Yi, can I give this poem to the old man?"

Chen Lian was so excited that his face was flushed, he spoke incoherently, he danced like crazy, "Hurry up, hurry up, sign the inscription, I want to frame it for collection, hahaha..."

Mo Feiyi quietly breathed a sigh of relief, finally got this life-saving job.

(End of this chapter)