The burning turpentine heated the air, and the sky lantern slowly lifted into the sky. The fire light gradually faded away, getting smaller and smaller, and finally merged into the sky full of stars.
The girl clasped her hands together, her pretty face was pious, and she had a beautiful wish in her heart, watching the sky lanterns drifting away.
After flying the sky lanterns to pray for blessings, there were more links. The girls laughed, the brats made noises, and the whole Liuye village was in a boiling atmosphere.
Li Yi leaned against a big tree under Qiaolou, his eyes and thoughts drifted away with the sky lanterns, at this moment, he was out of tune with this festive atmosphere.
Alone as a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my relatives every festive season.
The loneliness and desolation of living in a foreign land has never been so clear. The more active the surrounding atmosphere was, the more certain emotions that Li Yi had been hiding in his heart all the time showed up, until he could no longer hold back.
His mother's nagging often made him feel unbearably annoying, and a few psychopathic bad friends also made him feel careless in making friends. He often scolded the unscrupulous boss who worked overtime and didn't pay overtime pay behind his back, and occasionally sighed about the mess Life…
But these... are the things he misses the most now!
Li Yi, who has never been very emotional, couldn't help but burst into tears at this moment.
On the Qiaolou, the woman with her arms around her and holding a long sword stood there, looking at the figure not far away, showing a side she had never seen before, a little strange color appeared on Qiao's face, unexpectedly and astonishment both…
It wasn't until this moment that she realized that the down-and-out scholar who she thought she had seen clearly seemed to be covered with a veil of mystery again.
"Uncle..."
A delicate figure ran over from a distance, the little girl's pretty face was full of smiles, her eyes were bent into crescents, she lifted up the hem of her skirt, and said to Li Yi as if showing off: "My lord, I stole some Qiaoguo from there!" …”
Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, the crisp voice became panicked, "Master, you...why are you crying?"
Li Yi flicked his sleeves, wiped away the tears on his face without showing any trace, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, I got sand in my eyes just now."
"Grandpa, take these Qiaoguo, Xiaohuan will help you blow it..."
Amid the sound of the girl's cautious blowing, a certain sky lantern that rose into the sky first, because the turpentine was almost burned out, swayed in the sky for a few times, and then slowly fell in a certain direction.
In the dark night, the starlight reflected a huge shadow, and a magnificent city appeared amidst the flickering lights.
The tall city wall separates the inside and the outside into two worlds. The outside of the city is lonely and deserted, while the atmosphere inside the city is almost boiling.
The sound of hawking, yelling, mixed with the deafening sound of gongs, drums and firecrackers... For the people living in this city, the nightlife has just begun.
On the main road in the city, before dark, there are already endless streams of carriages and horses. Outside the tall courtyard walls of some rich and noble families, there are occasional corners of colorful buildings, streets and alleys, prostitute management restaurants, and various items are displayed on the street. Doorway, head-to-head race luxury…
The sparkling light reflects the flickering lights on the surface of the river, and there is an endless stream of small boats.
At this time, on a certain two-story painting boat that was slowly moving, a small poetry meeting had already reached its climax.
"Brother Su is talented, brother Yu is ashamed..."
"Brother Su's excellent poem tonight, I'm afraid it will win the first place."
"Hehe, it's just something I got occasionally. Naturally, I dare not say the first name. I still need your comments and corrections."
"Brother Su is too modest. When it comes to Qixi Ci, no one present can compare to you..."
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It seemed that a certain young student had written an excellent poem, which attracted a burst of admiration from the people around him. After a few words of evasion, the young man surnamed Su inevitably showed a complacent expression on his face.
Although tonight is just a small poetry meeting, and the participants are only a few unknown poetry clubs, even if the works can win the top prize, they can only be circulated in a small area. By tomorrow, I am afraid that they will be drowned in the vast sea of words. in progress.
But at least at this moment, the young man surnamed Su is very useful to the praise of the people around him, and if there is a singer to sing it later, his vanity will be greatly satisfied.
"Hmph, it's too early to be complacent if you put up such nonsense before the poetry meeting is over?"
Amidst all the praises, there was a cold snort, which would naturally be particularly harsh.
Everyone turned their heads sullenly and saw several figures walking towards them.
"It's the Bailu Poetry Club."
Seeing the appearance of those people, everyone frowned slightly, obviously they didn't like to see each other very much.
This is not surprising. Since ancient times, literati have been disregarded, and everyone belongs to different poetry clubs. They are not very eye-catching on weekdays. In the poetry clubs, they are even more competitive. Especially when the other party has spoken rudely just now, naturally they will not give them anything. good face.
"Oh, I don't know what advice Brother Fang has?" The young man surnamed Su raised his eyebrows and asked.
"I can't talk about advice, but unfortunately I also came across a Qixi poem by chance. Why don't you ask the literary friends of Dongli Poetry Club to correct me?" A young man in a blue gown at the front said lightly.
"All ears."
The young man surnamed Fang was not too polite, there was a pen and ink on the table beside him, he picked up the pen very simply, after a moment of contemplation, he began to write on the white paper.
Everyone's eyes naturally fell on the table at the same time. Halfway through the writing of the young man surnamed Fang, the faces of the group headed by the young man surnamed Su changed slightly, and their expressions became a little unnatural.
"The style is sad and melodious, using the Altair and the Weaver Girl to approach the joys and sorrows of the world. It's a good word. Su Wentian is probably not as good as Fang Zhou."
Those who can participate in the poetry meeting have more or less cultural background. At this time, everyone around saw the lyrics written by the young man surnamed Fang. Compared with Su Wentian's previous poem, the former is superior in terms of wording and conception. .
At the poetry meeting, this is probably the case. Even good words that are rarely seen on weekdays are often compared to others. It is also true that people who have been unknown before rely on a good word to become famous and gain both fame and fortune. Not uncommon.
This is the charm of poetry.
Defeated by a single verse by his opponent, the young man surnamed Su took the people from the Dongli Poetry Association to go elsewhere in despair. The victorious Bailu Poetry Association began to enjoy the praise of everyone. The singer walked out of the boat hall and came to the deck.
The singer raised her head and looked up, with a slight smile on her face, she walked up the stairs to the top floor, walked to the carved railing, and smiled at the woman leaning on the railing looking at the river: "Why are you alone? Come up, just a few people have good lyrics, do you want to go down and have a look?"
The woman turned her head slightly, revealing a beautiful and charming face, smiled and said: "It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, although the words are different, but most of them are 'joys are short', sad and sad, nothing new, and the ears are almost I can hear the cocoon."
The singer smiled wryly: "I don't know how the talented people downstairs would feel if they heard that Miss Wan described them in this way?"
The beautiful woman on the side was about to speak, when she suddenly raised her head and looked up, the singer also felt something, and when she looked up, she suddenly saw a slight flash of fire, and then a white shadow fell from the sky, falling At the feet of the two.