Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, it will be better than countless people in the world...

The word "Golden Wind" in Jinfeng Tower is taken from here, and the author of this poem is Qin Guan and Qin Shaoyou, known as Mr. Huaihai.

At the time, he won the title of the Chinese Valentine's Poetry Festival with a song "Magpie Bridge Fairy·Fragrant Clouds" in Jinfeng Tower, which attracted the financial supporter behind the Jinfeng Tower to take him as his confidant. The sentence "If the love lasts for a long time, how can it be every day and night?" I don't know how many girls are fascinated by it...

Unfortunately, Qin Shaoyou's life was bumpy. Because he had a close personal relationship with Su Shi, he almost followed Su Shi's old path. He was at the peak of his career as a doctorate in the eighth rank. In the following 10 or 20 years, he basically spent the road to demotion.

According to history, if the death of Zhezong next year and Zhao Ji ascends the throne and is amnesty for the world, he will be recalled. Unfortunately, he was thirsty in Tengzhou (Teng County, Guangxi). I don’t know whether it is true or false. You must know that he was just over fifty years old.

Although Qin Shaoyou did not come to the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival tonight, the financial owner of this Golden Wind Tower left him a special place.

The other three people who were the fourth scholars of the Su family with Qin Shaoyou were Huang Tingjian, Zhang Lei and Chao Buzhi. All three of them came tonight. Compared with Qin Shaoyou's bumpy life, these three people were all good.

Huang Tingjian is already fifty-six years old this year, and half of his black hair has been dyed with frost. He sat cross-legged on the cushion alone, staring at Qin Shaoyou's empty seat, and fell into memories.

"Lu Zhi (Huang Tingjian's word), are still thinking about that?"

A person quietly came behind him, and it was Li Gefei, who was also a Sumen scholar.

Huang Tingjian looked back and let go of his frown, pointing to the futon beside him, "Uncle Wen is here too, sit down."

Li Gefei first bowed to him. Although his official position is higher than Huang Tingjian, tonight is a gathering of literati. He does not talk about his official position, but only depends on his literary achievements and achievements. With Huang Tingjian's achievements in literary history, this ceremony is indispensable.

This is also the main reason why the boy dared to fantasize about going upstairs to drink. If his poems were really recognized by these great scholars, it would be impossible to directly call him a friend.

"Uncle Wen, I haven't seen you for half a year. You seem to be much older. It's hard to survive in the officialdom, right?"

Huang Tingjian knew that Li Gefei had just served as the Ministry of Rites, so this sentence was not an envious word, but out of concern.

You should know that the previous member of the Ministry of Rites was Mi Fu. Huang Tingjian had a close relationship with Mi Fu. Sometimes Mi Fu would discuss matters in the officialdom with him. Although Huang Tingjian was not in his position, he could tell me the reason.

Huang Tingjian's official career was quite prosperous. He served as the governor of various prefectures for many years. He also served as the Minister of Personnel and the Secretary of the Secretariat. Although he was implicated by Su Shi in recent years, his friendship in the officialdom was still alive and his life was not as down and out.

"Yes, it's really hard to mess around. You said that I am a book publisher, why did you suffer this? Last time, I tried to toss me for several nights for the gift from a Xixia princess. It would be strange if I don't grow old..."

Before Li Gefei took office in the Ministry of Rites, he worked as a proofreader for many years and wrote several classic works. He said that he was a poster, so he was naturally a humble statement. Therefore, Huang Tingjian just shook his head and smiled bitterly.

After chatting for a while, they each sighed a little. The topic mainly revolved around Su Shi. After all, Su Shi had the kindness of knowing them, and in addition, they were the same age, and they couldn't stop talking about the topics they had in the first half of their lives.

"Ask the world, what is love..."

At this moment, a loud singing came from the yard downstairs, and in just seven words, it made people feel deafening.

Huang Tingjian's ears trembled slightly, turned his head to look at the windowsill, suddenly got up and walked over.

Li Gefei was stunned for a while and hurriedly followed.

After they arrived at the windowsill, they climbed on the railing and looked down.

I saw a pavilion in the middle of the courtyard surrounded by people.

Here, a handsome young man stood on the stone steps in front of the pavilion, holding a piece of rice paper in his hand and reading the contents of it.

"Ask the world, what is love? It is a blessing for life and death. How many times does the old wings fly in the world? The joy and the pain of parting are even more foolish children. You should say: There are clouds in thousands of miles, the evening scenery of thousands of mountains, who will only go for?

Outside the bridge of the state, people today sing Taibai. The green mountains want to hold the autumn moon, and half of the setting sun falls down the small building. When they see people shyly, they return. The sun is morning and the moon is evening. Who will make the green hair fight against the frost? I dare to say that now, I will share my white heads with you. The earth will last forever, and it will only be like the first meeting..."

The man chanted a sentence, and Huang Tingjian and Li Gefei followed. Just by the first ten sentences and six rhymes, you can know that this is the lyrics of "Moyuer", especially the first sentence at the beginning, which is really the finishing touch of the whole poem.

Huang Tingjian's eyes lit up. He looked at the young man who was singing carefully and found that he was not a familiar junior. However, he still praised him: "This little friend is very literary. Although he writes about the love between children, his artistic conception is easy to understand. He tells the acquaintance between the two, which makes people feel immersive. Zhouqiao is not sure if it is the prefecture bridge of Daxiangguo Temple... The latter sentence is 'Who will fight against the green hair'. The little lady is afraid that he will not marry after hearing this, hahaha!"

Li Gefei nodded in agreement, and looked at the young man with familiarity. At first, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he secretly wondered in his heart that the young man knew him. Based on his understanding of this person, this person should not be able to write such a good sentence as "What is love in the world, and it is to teach people to agree with each other in life and death."

Sure enough, just when Li Gefei was puzzled, the young man handed the rice paper to his friend beside him, shook his head and sighed: "Brothers, the Luoshui Poetry Conference has already taken the lead. We can't be behind others. Tonight has just begun. Are we just giving up like this?"

"Oh?" Huang Tingjian had a good hearing and pulled Li Gefei's sleeve: "Uncle Wen, did you hear it?"

Li Gefei suddenly realized and nodded and replied: "No wonder I think something is wrong. Love is a lyric sent by Luo Shui Shi. However, I didn't expect that this year I would actually make the top spot. Haha, I'm afraid that someone will have a headache in a while."

Huang Tingjian was stunned when he heard this, and then laughed: "Hahaha, you are right. That guy Minangong is afraid that he will be lucky. He suffered such a secret loss for the first time hosting a poetry meeting. When I see him later, I must squeeze him out."

Li Gefei knew that he had a close personal relationship with Mi Fu, so he laughed and said, "This year, the Luoshui Poetry Festival invited many young students to the banquet. I just didn't know which backdoor wrote this poem, which made people's eyes shine."

"Yes, yes, especially the first sentence of the beginning, alas, I haven't felt this kind of enlightenment for several years."

Huang Tingjian showed a look of memories on his face and said with emotion: "Mr. Back then, his sentence 'Ten years of life and death are vague, and he will never forget it if he doesn't think about it' is just a sentence. Brother Shaoyou's 'If the love lasts for a long time, how can it be every day and night' also made me feel endlessly. I didn't expect that this year, such a masterpiece was released. I am the true literary fortune of the Song Dynasty, and a new generation will replace the old ones."

"Oh, it's He Jiao, can you afford Brother Lu Zhi's comment?"
Chapter completed!