Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

Suddenly Li Xin was stared like this, and his back fell cold, and he quickly looked at Chen Youlan and said, "What's the matter? Why...Looking at me like this?"

Chen Youlan curled his lips, snorted, and said, "It's nothing. Just take a look."

Li Xin couldn't figure it out, and couldn't help muttering in his heart: Why is it suddenly upset?

It seems that no matter which dynasty or generation it is, a girl is a girl, and his mind is always so unpredictable.

Although she said it was okay, Chen Youlan was still angry in her heart. It's rare to have a bit of poetry, and it was lost by Li Xin before it was brewed. Isn't it all to blame Li Xin? Is it great to write poems? Is it great to write "Chinese Valentine's Day"? Not necessarily every poem can be written well...

Li Xin, with a bewildered look, hadn't noticed that the girl's anger was rising inexplicably.

Speaking of it, that's nothing more than an eternal injustice. He just sat in the carriage to make up for his sleep. At most, he just slept a little bit differently. Could this arouse dissatisfaction?

Could it be that Runniang wiped my saliva with her handkerchief just now, which made Chen Youlan angry? She wants to wipe my saliva too?

Li Xin guessed a little speechlessly.

Chen Youlan endured it for a while, but finally couldn't hold it back. He turned around and looked at Li Datong: "Write a poem!"

"Oh?" Li Xin looked puzzled.

Are you not happy yet? Why did you suddenly write poems again? Where and where are all this!

"Quickly write! Just take spring as the topic. I'll see how well you can write." Chen Youlan said humbly, her angry expression is really cute.

spring?

Li Xin blinked his eyes, looked at Chen Youlan, and then outside the window, as if he was still in a state of confusion.

This poem...is it written or not? Does writing make Chen Youlan calm down, or not to make Chen Youlan calm down?

This is a problem.

When I want to come to Hamlet, between survival and destruction, there is not necessarily Li Xin tangled at this moment.

"Quickly write!" Chen Youlan urged angrily.

Well, there seems to be no choice.

Li Xin raised his head and looked out the window. The clear blue sky stretches to an infinite distance, and new plants are everywhere. The stems and leaves of plants and trees emit a faint fragrance in the air, and you can smell a slight sweetness when you smell it. Not far away, the Weishui tributary surrounding Chang'an was flowing quietly.

nice weather.

This is too bad.

Li Xin never thought that he would suddenly need to write poems, so he couldn't think of any good sentences for a while.

Although there are many verses about Chun, they are not so suitable at the moment. What kind of light rain on the street is as smooth as crisp, where is the light rain? What jasper makes a tree high, but there is no willow tree here! It is even more outrageous for a thousand miles of warblers to sing green and red. In this wilderness, how can there be any water villages, mountains, and wine flags?

Moreover, the literati and the ink guest have had the custom of "injury the spring and sad the autumn" since ancient times. Although it is a vibrant spring, their writings are always filled with sadness and melancholy. For example, the sound of wind and rain at night, the flowers and fall know how much. This is the most well-known model of hurting the spring.

It is certainly not appropriate to throw this kind of depressed verse at this time.

After thinking about it, Li Xin finally came up with a poem suitable for this sunny day.

"Then I... just said it?" He gave Chen Youlan a tentative look.

Chen Youlan rolled his eyes and said, "Say!"

"Cough cough." Li Xin cleared his throat, "Chiri is beautiful, spring breeze and flowers are fragrant. Mud melts and flies swallows, and sand warms to sleep with mandarin ducks."

This is a quatrain by Du Fu, not particularly famous. Li Xin also saw it accidentally back then, because he liked the spring scene described in this verse, so he wrote it down. In just twenty words, it depicts a fascinating spring scene, and Du Lao's skill in using words is beyond ordinary people's reach.

Chen Youlan repeated the verse in a low voice, and then looked at the scenery outside the window.

Sunshine, spring breeze, flowers, birds, fish and insects, all kinds of scenery are all wrapped in simple verses, and when I read it, I have an illusion of embracing spring in my arms.

Although it was not unexpected that Li Xin would write a masterpiece, Chen Youlan couldn't help but taste a little bit when Li Xin really wrote such a good poem. Anyway, he envied Li Xin's brain.

However, thinking this in his heart, Chen Youlan could never say that, otherwise, wouldn't it make Li Xin tremble?

"Writing silly, where are the mandarin ducks?" She curled her lips and said.

Poetry writing is not documentary literature, and it doesn't need to correspond to the actual scenery one-to-one, as long as it is not completely separated from it. Although Chen Youlan understands this simple truth, he still picks Li Xin's thorn in the egg.

Li Xin laughed and said meaningfully: "Where is there no mandarin duck?"

Chen Youlan didn't react at first, until she noticed that Li Xin had been looking at her with scorching eyes, she realized: Does the mandarin duck written by Li Xin refer to him and herself?

Looking at Chen Youlan's blushing cheeks, Li Xin knew that he had successfully escaped a catastrophe, he couldn't help but smile, hiding his merit and fame.

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