"Sister Qing Shuang, which three poems did you find?" Xia Chaoyang asked curiously.
"Those three songs …" Chen Qingshuang smiled and raised my hand with a recruit. More than 20 streamers emerged from the bamboo sea in front of several people.
Chen Qingshuang raised my hand and touched these streamers, and they all appeared as feet. Each bamboo slip of Xu Changzhu was branded with a poem.
With the finger movement of the little martial sister Haoran Sect, more than 20 bamboo slips were scattered and divided into three groups.
"I awake light-hearted this morning of spring … brother, do you remember this poem … it turned out that this poem was found by Qing Shuang’s sister …"
"Sister Qing Shuang is wrong. Isn’t there four sentences in this poem? Why is there a sentence here?" This short poem, Zhao-yang Xia, still remembers it very clearly and asks doubtfully.
"Chaoyang said yes, there are four sentences in this poem, all of which are redundant, but this bamboo slip is very similar. Sister, I also thought about it for a long time before I decided on these four sentences." Chen Qingshuang said indifferently.
Upon hearing this, Xia Chaoyang was immediately surprised and exclaimed, "It’s so troublesome that there are even extra verses that confuse the audience. What if they are misspelled?"
"If you misspell it, it won’t be like this. Haoran Zongdi likes to pursue the ultimate beauty and will not give up until he finds the most perfect poem."
Chen Qingshuang went on to say, "After years of exploration, some laws have been found. For example, the number of confused poems is always four more than that of the original poems, and these similar poems are very close to each other, which makes it difficult to distinguish right from wrong."
Looking at the familiar four poems, Xia Chaoyang wanted to touch one in the first two steps.
"Sister Chaoyang, it is good that you try to put four bamboo slips together, but you should pay attention to the splicing of poems from right to left …" Chen Qingshuang woke up with a smile.
"Good …" It should be a summer, and Chaoyang immediately started to pick out the four sentences in a group of suspended half bamboo slips and splicing them in sequence.
Four bamboo slips resonate in an instant, and a blue light penetrates into a cliff. The poem carved by four sentences at the corresponding position of the cliff is the first I awake light-hearted this morning of spring …
"Brother, have fun …" Xia Shimei beamed with joy.
"Well, Chaoyang remembers it very well …" Baiyun Tower praised a look but stayed in another poem.
An old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, fireworks in March, and Yangzhou’s lonely sails and distant shadows only saw the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.
This ancient poem has just been seen on the cliff of Baiyun Tower, and it is very impressive. However, there are some doubts in it that have been lingering in my mind.
I haven’t heard of the Yellow Crane Tower and what Yangzhou is. Xizhou and Zhangzhou have heard of it, but I haven’t heard of Yangzhou.
The word "Yangtze River" doesn’t mean a long river, but it is also said that in the past, you would see another poem, only dry river flows in the sky … It seems that dry river is more appropriate.
There are also two sentences about his old friend’s resignation from the West, the White Crane Tower, which is a thousand-year-old Gu Lou on the Ganjiang River.
Fireworks March Qiongzhou is the best. The word Qiongzhou Daxia South seems to be more fluent.
"Chen Shimei Baihelou, Qiongzhou and Ganjiang Shimei should all have heard of it?" Just a thoughtfully Baiyun Lou still can’t help but ask a way
"Ah, senior brother asked this question, and now I know it." I didn’t expect this senior brother Bai, who can evolve poetic dreamland, to ponder this detail in his heart.
"Now already know? When did the younger sister know? " Baiyun Lou asked curiously.
Chen Qingshuang wanted to think and answered, "Qing Shuang grew up in Haoran Sect at an early age and was a little inexperienced. It was not until this time that he attended the Fix True Congress that he realized that the world outside the clan was big from the topographic map presented by Chaoyang Chamber of Commerce."
"The Fix-the-Truth Conference … So these three poems were found by Sister Qing Shuang before attending the Fix-the-Truth Conference?"
"Is there anything wrong with the artistic conception of this poem by Brother Bai?" Chen Qingshuang asked doubtfully.
"This makes sense. Oh, there is nothing wrong with this poem. It seems to be more poetic, especially the word Yangtze River seems to have more charm than Ganjiang." Baiyun Building commented.
Chen Qingshuang nodded and answered, "That’s why my sister pondered this poem again after you came back from the Fix-the-Truth Conference. I still think the four sentences in Shibi are more agreeable."
When I heard the big brother talking about it, Xiao Pang interposed, "Sister Chen just saw that this cliff has more than 30 poems and poems, and there are 60 or 70 poems and poems outside the cave, so there are more than 100 poems and poems that are enough to be bound into a book."
"Poetry … this cave is more than 30 poems, but it’s better to say that the poems outside the cave are written by noble brothers on a whim, and the artistic conception is worse." Chen Qingshuang muses.
"Sister Chen worries too much about the fact that these 60 or 70 poems are mixed, which can make the poems better inherited."
"hmm? What is the solution? "
I didn’t expect to be able to speak in the face of shock. Xiao Pang was quite inspiring and cleared his throat. Then he said, "Although my younger brother’s understanding of poetry is not high, from the perspective of ordinary learning, more than 30 poems in this cave are gorgeous and exquisite, but they must be set off to be unique."
"In addition, the poetry teacher younger brother outside the cave seems to be really good, which makes it easier for ordinary students to study and study, and makes them more confident. The elder brother said that perfect poems can be met but not sought."
"You can’t meet it … well said" Chen Qingshuang nodded and answered that he agreed with Baiyun Tower very much.
"Sister Qing Shuang, if you look at Haoran’s poems, if you have any suggestions, though," Xiao Pang gradually gained the confidence to take out the prepared poems and let Sister Chen have a look.
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While Sister Chen was looking through it, Xiao Pang went on to say, "Sister Qing Shuang, look at this print. If it is not artistic enough, you can ask the elder brother for some calligraphy and painting, which will definitely add a lot of color to this poem."
This chubby girl easily sold herself to Baiyun Tower. She heard a burst of words in her heart. Where would she refuse with her status in Chen Shimei’s mind now?
Sure enough, this noble little teacher elder sister should come directly.
The trip finally got a big harvest. Xiao Pang smiled and stopped talking more. Some proudly talked about his plans.
"Elder martial sister Qing Shuang, this poem is so rich in seal and style. What you see is my Chaoyang Chamber of Commerce. Now this pair of golden couple will surely add a lot of color to this poem if they take a picture and take a photo with a rubbing seal."
Chen Qingshuang, who heard Xiao Pang’s suggestion, seemed to have an interest and muttered thoughtfully, "Seal … rubbing …"
"Teacher younger brother, that’s a good suggestion. This letter is also very important …"
Hearing this, Xiao Pang be in heaven was about to answer the phone when she heard Teacher Chen say, "I found a better candidate for this rubbing figure, Sister Chen."