The Lantern Festival is the most lively festival of the year. On this evening, it is no exaggeration to say that there are thousands of people everywhere. People follow the long streets on both sides of the Bian River and walk along the way, which is a great picture of the prosperous era.
Such prosperous times are naturally not to be missed, so the luncheon was just a little drunk. In the middle of the afternoon, everyone went out together to participate in the prosperity.
Because Su Chaer was in good health, Jian Chuan had already prepared a building boat, and the group boarded the boat and left with great enthusiasm.
Looking around, there are many juggling, crowds of people. On the river, cruise ships are one after another, but they are also orderly.
The bow of the boat was mostly literati, shaking folding fans, rich ladies, shy and shy, regardless of this cold winter night.
Suddenly a boat chased after him, and the man above shouted, "Is it Jane in front?"
Looking in the voice, it was a young man who was looking forward to it. The man recognized Jian Chuan, but Jian Chuan did not recognize him. He was introduced by Qiu Lanxi, saying that he was Wang Chenghuan, the current Jinshi, who was on the same list as the Jinshi.
Jian Chuan returned the gift and exchanged a few greetings. Wang Chenghuan said, "Brother Jian is also going to attend the Puyuan Poetry Festival? Is it good to go with him?"
Jian Chuan and others naturally knew about this Puyuan Poetry Festival, and the invitation had already been delivered to their homes. However, Jian Chuan and others did not plan to go there, and it was not convenient to go there. First, they were so rude to accompany them, and secondly, now Jian is a good place to go.
After the status and status of the three Sichuan people, they will become the ones that everyone has to favor and will be inferior in vain.
Therefore, he refused politely, and Wang Chenghuan looked quite disappointed, but at this moment, another boat came towards him, but it was a lonely boat. An old man rowed the boat, and the hero was already half drunk.
But on the shore, a huge building was driving on the shore. On the platform, the white Snake's style was moved out, and the charm was so beautiful that the piano sounded and the singing was heard, and the world was full of eyes.
"The clouds drag the rain across the West Tower. The water flows eastward. The smoke is gathered late. The setting sun outside the willows shines back and moves the curtain hook. Tonight, Wushan is so beautiful, the flowers have not yet fallen, and the wine is fresh.
The beauty smiles and turns her starry eyes. The moon is shy. She holds a golden cup. She sings and fans swaying the wind, blowing away the sorrow of spring. I would like to ask all the partners in Jiangnan who are like me, drunk in Yangzhou."
Su Shi responded with his hands, but he was sorry that he had no wine, so he shouted: "Jian Chuan, write a poem to invite me to board the boat."
Look at this person, if you want to come up and drink, you have to come up and drink. You have to ask someone to write a poem to invite you. Look at this meaning, if you don’t do it well, it may not be certain whether someone gives you face or not.
On the boat, everyone was a little nervous. After all, this person on the lonely boat was the most powerful writer in the world. He was embarrassed in front of him. I am afraid that it would be known to everyone in the world in less than two days. If this were to be done in the past, it would be a great loss.
Face, but now is different from the past. The officialdom and scholars value the most is fame. Without fame, it is hard to move forward.
Jian Chuan didn't think so much, and was also inspired by Su Shi, so he just pondered for a moment and sang as he pleased.
He said: "The red and crisp hands, the yellow wine is filled with spring scenery, the palace walls and willows are all over the city. The east wind is evil, the joy is weak. A heart of sorrow is gone for several years. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Spring is as thin as the sky, people are thin, tears are red and the silk is shining through. Peach blossoms fall, and the idle pond is pavilion. Although the mountains are still there, the letters are hard to write. Don’t, don’t, don’t!”
Later generations Lu You's red and soft hands were a peerless and good poem, but he could not resonate with Su Shi. He only listened to his words: "No, bad, bad, it's not in line with my heart, listen to my chant."
"The east wind has just broken through the five. The willows in the river are slightly yellow, and thousands of strands are everywhere. The beautiful atmosphere comes to the embroidery house. Back then, a strange girl was born on the river. Who would raise a long cup? Three pearls, Wang Wendu on his knees. He let go of all his poverty.
Look at the sky. The sky is raining for Mando.”
Jian Chuan laughed happily and said, "It's not enough or not, listen to me."
"The wind blows the rivers and lakes and the rain is dark in the village, and the sound of the four mountains is like the waves. The firewood in the stream is soft and warm, and I and the slaves don't go out. I lie in the lonely village without mourning, and I still think of guarding Luntai for the country. Lying at night, I listen to the wind
Blowing rain, iron horses and ice rivers come to dreams.”
"Lying at night, I listen to the wind and rain, and the iron horse and ice river come to my dreams. It's wonderful, how wonderful, I prepare wine and it's going to be white."
Then I saw the old yellow leaping his toes, jumping down from his body, and falling lightly on the lonely boat.
Su Shi laughed loudly and stretched out his hand and put it on Lao Huang's shoulder. The boat was not moved slightly behind him, and the two of them were already happy to get on the big boat.
Su Shi laughed and said, "Where is wine."
"Here you come." Qiu Lanxi and Ge Chunzhu had already run out of the cabin, one carrying wine and the other moving the table.
On the boat next to him, Wang Chenghuan looked envious, and he really wanted to change the person who brought wine and chairs to himself. In comparison, the Puyuan Poetry Club, the Shangyuan tradition, and the talented man and the beautiful woman were really boring.
Obviously, he was not the only one who thought so. On the shore, White Snake bowed affectionately and shouted affectionately: "Young Master Jian, don't you invite me to board the ship?"
It should be noted that it takes great courage for White Snake to say this, because he must have seen Su Chaer beside Jian Chuan, and naturally he knew that the possibility of being rejected is extremely high. Once rejected, he will be disgraced. He said yes
It is not an exaggeration to become a laughing stock.
Sure enough, Su Cha'er showed displeasure on her face. Although she did not say it clearly, her attitude had already shown that Jian Chuan was immediately embarrassed. After all, she still had some affection with Snake Bai, so she naturally felt a little reluctant to mislead her reputation.
Fortunately, there is a casual Su Dongpo around him. This great writer doesn't care whether there are any twists and turns in it. He just smiles casually: "The beauty invites you, beautiful, Jian Chuan, you won't even let the boat pick you up.
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Upon hearing this, Jian Chuan was ecstatic, but looked at Su Chaer with a hesitation on his face.
Su Cha'er gave Jian Chuan a blank look and saw Jian Chuan excited, but she felt funny. She said angrily: "Qingxuan, go and pick it up."
Qi Qingxuan was honest and was about to pick him up, but Lu Liu pinched him hard on his waist, and suddenly he felt cold sweat. Even so, he still picked up Bai Snake and her beautiful maid on the boat.
At this time, Jian Chuan, Su Shi and others were already sitting opposite each other and drinking and talking happily. In fact, only Jian Chuan and Su Shi were talking, and Qiu Lanxi and others couldn't even get into the mouth.
There is no complaint. This literary master is heroic and has a lofty knowledge. When an idle person is in front of him, he feels ashamed. Naturally, he can only listen to it. However, Jian Chuan is different. His knowledge is better than Su Shi.
If it is too late, the mysterious secrets in the world are often used to talk casually, which is both novel and interesting. Moreover, the circle that Jian Chuan is now in is definitely the top in the world, Gao Taotao, Wang Anshi, and Sima Guangzhi
Liu, which one is not more majestic than Su Shi.
So, the performance show of the two began.
When the wine was over, the great writer became poetic again and stood up and recited: "I was crazy about the young man, holding yellow on the left, holding blue on the right, holding a brocade hat and sable fur, and rolling a thousand riders on the flat hill. In order to repay the city, follow the prefect, and beloved.
Shooting the tiger, look at Sun Lang. When you are drunk, your chest is still open and your hair is slightly frosty, so what's wrong! When will Feng Tang be sent to the clouds? You can tie the carving bow like a full moon, look northwest, shoot the sky wolf."
This poem was written by Su Shi when he was in Huangzhou before. Although it was an old work, it also had a different meaning when recited at this time.
Everyone yearned for it, was excited, and then looked at Jian Chuan in unison.
Jian Chuan laughed and said, "I was in the army for the first time, and I was once a pissed off the remaining enemies. The clouds were high, and the wolf smoke was raised at night. I had a red face and a blue hair, and I was surrounded by a carved sword in the west. I laughed at the crown of the scholars, but I had many mistakes. My fame and fortune were broken, but I was flying in a boat.
Wu and Chu are filled with sad songs, sadness and condolences of the past. The smoke and waves are endless, and where is Qinguan? Sighing the passing years, it becomes wasted again."
Su Shi laughed loudly, but she burst into tears and sighed: "I sigh that the years are wasted, and that's not, it's wasted."
Everyone was surprised, not knowing why Su Shi suddenly felt sad, but Jian Chuan knew that this was the empathy of empathy, and the difficulty of not meeting talent has troubled this literary master for nearly twenty years.
Therefore, he sighed and asked, "I dare to ask, sir, where is the ambition?"
As a junior, this question was rude. Fortunately, Su Shi didn't care and just sighed, "I hope the people of the Song Dynasty will have no worries about food and clothing."
Upon hearing this, Jian Chuan pondered, and finally made up his mind and said, "I heard that Mr. Husband was proficient in water conservancy, and I didn't know that he could condescend to control water and benefit all the people and future generations."
"Oh." Although Su Shi was drunk, his eyes lit up and he said, "This is his long-cherished wish."
Jian Chuan: "I want to hide it from you, Mr. I want to write a letter to reorganize the water conservancy of the world based on the Grand Canal of Beijing and Hangzhou. I wonder what the teacher thinks?"
"Oh, this matter, I wrote this matter a few years ago, but I have never received any response. The national treasury is empty, internal and external troubles cannot be done." Su Shi sighed.
Jian Chuan smiled and said, "Haha, today is different from the past, this time, that time. The student only asked the teacher if he was willing to contribute?"
Su Shi said generously: "If you can accomplish something, you will be crushed to pieces, and you will never refuse."
"It's so good, then, can the teacher and the students write a book together?"
"Okay, that's it."
"Good luck."
By chance, meeting Jian Chuan may be Su Shi’s greatest luck in his life. You must know that Su Shi’s life was really bumpy, and it will only get more and more bumpy. As a result, Jian Chuan believes that the disaster is due to his loyalty.
Jian Chuan's opinion is not suitable for Su Shi to hang out in the officialdom, so although he was a temporary idea, if he could take this opportunity to marginalize Su Shi in the court and concentrate on water control for the rest of his life, it might be a good thing, and perhaps more will be available in future generations.
Many masterpieces passed down from generation to generation.
As such, everyone was very happy. Only Li Gefei's eyes twitched, and he muttered to Qiu Lanxi beside him in a low voice: "This kid really thinks he has three heads and six arms. The matter of farming has not started yet, and he is going to report to the water treatment again.
, it's really annoying."
Unfortunately, both Jian Chuan and Su Shi heard this, so Jian Chuan looked flattering, but Su Shi asked with interest the reason.
After Li Gefei finished speaking, Su Shi woke up instantly and asked in surprise: "Really?"
Li Gefei said angrily: "I don't know if it's really, I just know that if I delay it, I'm afraid I'll miss the spring plowing this year."
Upon hearing this, Jian Chuan was even more embarrassed, and Su Shi also blamed: "There is priority for the matter. Don't worry about the matters mentioned above. I'll write the memorial. You will go to the farm specifically."
"Then the relationship is good." Jian Chuan was overjoyed, and then found a way for himself and said: "And, these two things complement each other. Without perfect water conservancy conditions, no matter how mature the technology is, do you think so?
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"Hmph, you are right." Only Su Chaer dared to mock Jian Chuan like this in the audience.