The moon is bright like a disk and the starry sky is shining.
In fact, let alone in the past, even in today's cities or even in the countryside, it is difficult to see such beautiful scenery.
The bright moon seems to be right in front of you, within reach.
Lu Ming sat on the boulder.
Beside her, Christine sat with her knees hugged. She was about to sleep when Lu Ming called her over. She was wearing a snow-white satin dress, and her smooth blonde hair was simply pinned up with an exquisite gemstone hairpin, making her look even more gorgeous. She looked up at the bright moon, with a hint of intoxication in her green eyes.
Looking at the shadow of Chang'e dancing in the bright moon, Lu Ming sighed, "I don't know what year it is in the palace of heaven. I want to ride the wind to go back, but I am afraid that the jade buildings are too cold up there."
Christine looked over in astonishment, her green eyes flashing with a strange light, "You still have such literary talent?"
Lu Ming coughed and said, "It was done by the predecessors. I am just a repeater. In this situation, I suddenly thought of it and had such a feeling."
Christine shook her head slightly. “If it was a poem written by an ancient person in Zhongzhou, with such a mood, such beautiful writing, loneliness and heroic spirit, how could it remain unknown?”
Lu Ming smiled and said, "My family has an ancient book that should contain many good articles that have been forgotten. For example, let me give you two more sentences." Looking at the bright moon, he said in a loud voice, "When life is good, you should enjoy it to the fullest, and don't let the golden cup face the moon in vain; I was born with talents that will be useful, and I will get them back even if I spend all my money!"
"There is more!" He paused and chanted: "I go up to the west tower alone without saying a word, the moon is like a hook. The lonely Wutong tree courtyard is locked in the autumn. It is the sorrow of separation that cannot be cut off or sorted out. It is a different feeling in my heart."
He smiled at Christine: "Do you want to hear more?"
Christine was speechless. It was obvious that the styles of these three poems did not belong to the same author, and no one could create three such masterpieces in one breath.
"It's a mess, you're really a mess, but I have to say, you always make people feel amazing, like an endless book! A book that you can never see the ending!" Christine shook her head helplessly.
"Do you want to hear more? I have more." Lu Ming smiled.
“Don’t!” Christine was helpless. “These three poems require a long time for people to appreciate their flavor!” She sighed again, “I never thought that ancient Zhongzhou poetry could be so beautiful? I never thought, I really never thought.”
Lu Ming smiled. The poems of the people of Zhongzhou a thousand years ago had a strong ancient flavor. However, since the world was completely changed a thousand years ago and under the rule of feudal lords, to get ahead, one did not need literati who could recite poems and compose couplets, let alone eight-legged essays. Instead, pragmatism prevailed. For example, thinkers who studied the laws of nature and even craftsmen were more valued than poets. Poets were more like second-rate people who did nothing. Therefore, in terms of poetry and songs, he was far inferior to his previous life.
But from another perspective, smart people don’t need to spend their whole lives studying how to write beautiful articles. People who are well-educated don’t need to spend their whole lives studying how to break the topic, accept the topic, start the lecture, enter the topic, start the section, middle section, back section, and end the section. If they fail the imperial examination, they may even spend their whole lives studying. Can such people really be called cultured people? What is the significance of this to social progress
Over there, Christine murmured, "I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold up there..."
Lu Ming smiled and said, "There is another one that I think is particularly good!" He chanted, "The thin clouds are playing tricks, the flying stars are conveying hatred, and the Milky Way is far away and dark. When the golden wind and jade dew meet, it is better than countless things in the world." He paused, "The tenderness is like water, the good time is like a dream, and I can't help but look back at the magpie bridge on the way home. If the love between two people is long-lasting, why should we be together day and night."
He then said, "You may not have heard of the story of the Magpie Bridge. Let me tell you about it! Otherwise, you won't be able to appreciate some of the meanings in it."
Christine nodded: "Okay."
Lu Ming then told her the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.
Bathed in the bright moonlight, the two seemed to have merged into the mountains and forests, and the scenery was picturesque.
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In the RV on the way back to Zhenjiang provincial capital airport from Fuyun Mountain.
Christine sipped her coffee slowly while flipping through the magazine on the tea table.
She wore a snow-white suit and a silver flowered hat, a casual attire of an aristocratic beauty, less majestic than usual and more graceful and gentle.
Lu Ming also sipped his tea slowly and smiled at her: "You seem a little different today."
Christine nodded gently: "The sandalwood in the dormitory is very good. I rarely sleep so soundly. It really seems that I have forgotten all my troubles." She looked at Lu Ming deeply, "Can I come here again? If I come alone, will they allow me to live there? It seems that they are very respectful to you. That courtyard is specially prepared for you."
Lu Ming smiled, "I am now, how should I put it, it's not appropriate to call me a spare tire, I should be your professional errand boy. In short, I found a way to relieve fatigue, took you on a journey, and then, you dumped me and went to relax by yourself. You went to the charity fund in Longgang a few times, right? Every time I went there when I was extremely busy, I couldn't get away from you." Shaking his head, "Now it's Fuyun Mountain again, I bet that you must have secretly come here to relax and enjoy the comfortable life there when I was not in Zhenjiang! As the saying goes, picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountains, right?"
Christine smiled and thought for a moment before saying, "Now that you put it that way, I feel really sorry for you."
Lu Ming waved his hand: "Forget it, it doesn't matter!" He said: "In Antigua, I am preparing to develop a project suitable for our trip. In Longgang, we can use our status as lawyers to help people with lawsuits. With a little money, we can help people, which is a kind of decompression. In Fuyun Mountain, we are pilgrims, living in the place where monks live, enjoying vegetarian food and beautiful scenery to cleanse the soul, which is another kind of enjoyment. In Antigua, I am going to help you buy an island, be the owner of the island, be the mayor of the autonomous city, and lead your citizens to wealth. The main reason is that there are few citizens, maybe only a few hundred households, unlike the hundreds of thousands of people under the rule, so we have to be cautious. For a few hundred households, see how to lead them to a happy life. The premise is not to give them money. Don’t you think it’s also a good game?"
Christine listened and nodded gently: "It sounds good." Then she said: "But, do you think this is a game? It seems full of the arrogance of the nobility, and regards the lower-class people as toys?"
Lu Ming sighed softly: "Actually, what I'm thinking about is, if we were an ordinary couple, middle class or poor, I wonder what our life would be like? I'm looking forward to it. Chris, have you ever thought about what your life would be like if you were a girl from an ordinary family?"
Hearing the word "husband and wife", Christine originally frowned and wanted to say something, but after hearing what Lu Ming said next, she was stunned for a moment, shook her head and said: "Your ideas are always weird. There was a proud nobleman who liked to play so-called role-playing games like yours. He often asked servants to play the master and he played the servant. But in the end, his territory was swallowed up by others and he died miserably."
Lu Ming was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "Your Honor, you are the best at spoiling fun. However, what you said is that people have to bear pressure and responsibility according to their status."
Christine nodded gently: "I'm glad you understand."
"Thank you for your advice, Your Honor!" Lu Ming stood up and bowed slightly.
Christine glared at him and didn't bother to pay attention.