In the fifth year of Wanli, the warm spring wind was soaking intoxicating.￡∝,

When spring is warm and flowers are blooming, a pleasure boat is on the West Lake west of the city.

Every spring, the West Lake is very lively. The scholars in the provincial capital will come here to sing together. The scholars rented a few pleasure boats and invited singing girls to visit the lake and enjoy the scenery.

Looking on the shore, I heard the singing. The prostitutes on the pleasure boat were wearing brocade clothes and fan, singing and dancing, and the dance shirts were like the spring breeze, and the singing fan was like the autumn moon in the window.

On this day, Lin Yanchao and Weng Zhengchun, Ye Xianggao, Gong Zinan, Huang Biyou, Chen Xinggui and other friends were sailing on the lake. After the excitement of the lake, they landed on the shore and visited Wanzai Pavilion. The old man who played blind chess in those days was a substitution, and the old man who talked about Zen with Lin Yanchao was no longer there, which made Lin Yanchao feel sad.

Everyone entered Wanyan pavilion to rest. There were children and servants traveling with each other. They had prepared small stoves and brought fine wines to warm wine outside the pavilion.

After the wine was hot, the boy brought the wine, fruits and vegetables into the pavilion for the owner to drink. The friends in the pavilion saw the scenery of the lake and the mountains and the willow embankment for ten miles, and it was very pleasant to talk.

The spring breeze blows on my face, and the beautiful wine is intoxicating. Chen Yiyu, Weng Zhengchun and others take advantage of the excitement to go to the poems and silhouettes to ask for the predecessors to leave poems and articles to read.

Among the crowd, Chen Yiyu's poems were the best, so he took a few poems, and while reading them, he added his own taste. Everyone drank wine, talked and laughed, and occasionally heard a great sentence that could be heard, and they also praised them.

Lin Cai suddenly said: "Instead of evaluating other people's poems, it is better to use this beautiful time to write a poem about traveling to the lake! It is also included in the niche of poetry for future generations."

Everyone said it was wonderful!

So everyone borrowed paper and pen and slapped ink on the stone tables in the pavilion, making improvisation.

When Lin Yanchao was approaching Lin Yanchao, he thought about it and was doing it. So he wrote with interest: "The green ants are slightly warm and the fragrance of wild grasses, and the lake light is shining and the setting sun is broken. Ask if the peaches and plums are traveling together, and borrow my life to cool for half a day."

When several people saw Lin Yanchao's poems, they nodded.

After everyone writes poems one by one, they appreciate each other's poems.

Everyone was in a good mood, and suddenly someone walked past the pavilion and said, "There are another group of corrupt scholars. They only know how to appreciate poetry and chant the wind, but they don't know the rise and fall of the world. Do you know that disaster is coming every night?"

Everyone looked at a scholar in his forties with a look of anger on his face.

Chen Yiyu said unhappily at first: "The world is peaceful and there is nothing wrong in the world, so why do you have to say this unknown!"

Chen Cai said: "Forget it, why bother to be angry? This person is either worried about the world or is shocking. He wants to attract attention!"

The other side is not wearing a secret shirt, so they are definitely not a person with fame. People like scholars are not uncommon. There are fewer people who like to be alarmist in daily life?

The scholar shook his head and said, "The world is ignorant. Nowadays, the country is weak and has few power. People are not busy with their lives, but they still dare to say that the world is peaceful. There is nothing wrong with everything. As the master and husband, you only know how to know wine and sex, recite poems and write counterparts, study old papers, and talk about reason. I am really ashamed of you!"

Everyone was angry and said, "Mad Sheng is not leaving yet! Don't bother us Yaxing!"

The master spoke. Several servants and children beside him were scolding and pushing each other.

The scholar was alone. After being pushed away by several people, he snorted and spitted heavily on the ground and said, "A bunch of wine bags, the Ming Dynasty will be destroyed in your hands."

After saying that, he left.

After being fussed by this person, everyone was in a bad mood. The mood of enjoying the lake and spring was suddenly distracted.

Chen Yiyu said: "Everyone, this person is frustrated in the imperial examination, so he is just cynical. We are all people with fame and fortune. How can we have the same knowledge as him? Don't be discouraged by such people. Come on, let's continue drinking and talking about poetry!"

Although Chen Yiyu said that, everyone was in a state of vain. Seeing Lin Yanchao standing there with his eyebrows flanked, Chen Yiyu asked, "Zonghai, what's wrong with you?"

It turned out that when Lin Yanchao heard the scholar's words, he suddenly remembered, yes, Daming is still a good life now, but the scene of the collapse of the building seventy years later was not something that scholars present wanted.

Lin Yanchao suddenly said, "Although this crazy student is so ugly, in my opinion, we scholars should be prepared for danger in times of peace."

After hearing Lin Yanchao's words, everyone showed a serious look at listening.

Weng Zhengchun said: "Brother Zonghai, I have always been very insightful. I wonder what you think?"

Lin Yanchao looked around and said, "Everyone, the king and his ministers plan for it; those who protect the world are responsible for the humbleness and responsibility of every man. We have good fortune and meat to eat from the court. If we worry about the country and the people, how can we be worse than this man? A real man must have great ambitions before he can live up to his life. Do you have this ambition with me?"

Everyone nodded and said, "Yes, Brother Zong Hai, why are we studying? It's not just to serve the court."

Chen Yiyu said: "Today we sing poems and travel to the lake, and it seems to be content with enjoyment, but when we realize our ambitions in the future, we will spread our passion and do something for the country and the people."

When Chen Yiyu said this, everyone agreed, and Lin Yanchao did not doubt that the other party was saying beautiful words. When he was a student, many people also criticized Fang Qi, saying that I would do what I will in the future. It was even better than Einstein to do a career, but after struggling in reality for a long time, the edges and corners were polished, and all that ideal was left behind.

But we can't say that the idea was a lie, at least the moment I said it was sincere, but most people just couldn't persist.

Chen Yiyu and Lin Yanchao and other classmates adhere to the philosophy of scholars. Since childhood, they have been pursuing the ideal of "cultivating oneself, managing the family, governing the country, and pacifying the world".

Seeing that everyone was already in agitation, Lin Yanchao nodded.

At this time, Chen Xinggui said, "Some of us are classmates, and some of us are the same year. Since it is fate here, I suggest that you should set up a literary club, enjoy poetry and drink, discuss current affairs, and discuss current affairs. When we are released from the future, we will support each other and advance and retreat together?"

Lin Yanchao glanced at Chen Xinggui with appreciation. He thought that among these people, Ye Xianggao would have heard the hidden meaning of his own, but he did not expect that it was Chen Xinggui.

When everyone heard Chen Xinggui say this, they nodded and said, "What Brother Chen said is."

At this time, Chen Yinglong said: "Since it is a cultural club, you need to choose a club leader!"

After Chen Yinglong finished speaking, everyone was silent, and then looked at Lin Yanchao together.

Lin Yanchao smiled and said, "Why am I so popular?"

Everyone laughed.

Chen Yinglong said: "Isn't that still? Brother Zonghai, you are a juren and Jie Yuan. You are kind-hearted, and we all believe in you."

Chen Xinggui said: "Yes, Zong Hai, don't say much, you will be there."

Ye Xianggao, Weng Zhengchun, Chen Yiyu and others also agreed.

Seeing that everyone agreed, Lin Yanchao said immediately, "Since that is the case, then I will take it as my best." (To be continued.)

ps:ps: The poems selected in this article were written by my friend’s house. Thank you very much. There is another update, and the code will be completed at 0:00. Finally, I will ask you for it.
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