Ning Fei saw the barrage and realized that he was mentioned in the news again.
"I'm just building a snowman, that's not it."
Ning Fei himself was also shocked.
He didn't go online today, and he didn't know how much craze he created in society after building a snowman.
First, there are hot searches for discussion and praise.
Then, a few netizens also started showing off the snowmen they built.
Then, more and more people participated in building snowmen, and the popularity became higher and higher. The snowman building challenge became very popular.
Government agencies and private companies are all organizing their employees to build snowmen.
For some private companies, this is the best advertising opportunity.
If the snowman they build can come out on top, then the designation will make its biggest appearance in China.
Many families also found this challenge interesting and invited their friends out to build snowmen.
As a result, a very interesting scene appeared in the city.
Looking around, there are people making snowmen everywhere on both sides of the road.
The sanitation workers were also dumbfounded.
They used to sweep the snow from both sides of the road into tree pits or pile it into piles.
Now they are no longer required to work, and it is too late for people to grab the snow.
This is a very interesting sport.
Sometimes, an act itself is nothing, but the impact it will have is very important.
Ning Fei built a snowman in the shape of a galloping horse, leading the craze of building snowmen and bringing more harmony and laughter to society. This is a good thing.
Back at Qingfeng Temple, Ning Fei chatted with netizens again.
"Snow has always been the object of singing by ancient Chinese people."
"After all, people had nothing to do in ancient winter, and there were no good ways to entertain themselves, so many literati liked to gather in the pavilion when it snowed, to show off their talents and so on."
"Let me ask you a question. If you were asked to describe how heavy the snow was, how would you describe it?"
After the snowy day, Ning Fei interacted with netizens like this, and everyone found it very interesting.
"How does it describe the snow being very heavy? The goose-feather-like snow fell overwhelmingly, how about it?"
"I think it should be 'Don't call me again, I'm afraid Charlotte will misunderstand'."
"Haha, full marks for the previous answer."
"Snowflakes are falling and the north wind is blowing~"
"What if it means it rains heavily?"
"Don't fight anymore, don't fight anymore."
"Lord Buddha, Er Yuehong came to ask for medicine."
"Since ancient times, netizens have produced talents, why do your comments have voices?"
Everyone had a great time chatting.
Ning Fei looked at the barrage and found it interesting, but he also smiled.
He originally thought that people would say poems like "Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, thousands of pear trees bloom".
But that's obviously not the case.
"Guanzhu Ning, how do you describe the heavy snow?"
Some netizens asked.
"The ancients have many poems describing snow, and we have learned a lot in textbooks since we were young."
"But my favorite is this line of poetry:"
"It must be that the immortal was so drunk that he crushed the white clouds into pieces."
Ning Fei said warmly.
His voice is soft and clean. When netizens heard him say this poem, they all felt comfortable in their ears.
"It must be that the immortal was so drunk that he crushed the white clouds into pieces!"
Netizens murmured along.
"What a poem, what a poem."
"This poem is too domineering. Who wrote it? Why haven't I heard of it?"
"I just checked. The poet who wrote this poem is Li Bai."
"It is indeed Li Bai. I said that only in this way can he write such domineering poems."
After everyone heard Ning Fei say the poem, they all started a heated discussion.
Because the scenery of the clear breeze is in line with the artistic conception of the poem.
At this time, Ning Fei also explained leisurely:
"The author of this poem is my favorite poet, Li Bai."
"It means that after the gods got drunk from the Milky Way's wine, they crushed the white clouds into pieces and turned them into heavy snow and silver waves everywhere."
"This metaphor is bold and novel, novel and unique, shocking and vulgar yet extremely reasonable."
"The word 'crazy' fully displays the immortal energy of the heavenly beings."
Ning Fei praised this poem, and netizens nodded frequently after hearing it.
"I studied geography and biology in Ning Guanzhu's live broadcast room, and now I'm studying Chinese."
"I never listened so carefully when the Chinese teacher was explaining the meaning of ancient Chinese."
"The artistic conception is different and the feelings are different. I used to think that poetry was poetry, but now I feel that poetry is around me. I can feel the atmosphere in the poetry. This feeling is really good."
"If it snows again in the future, you can pretend to be in front of girls."
"Guanzhu Ning's temperament is perfect for reciting this poem."
"Sisters, make money, and in the future, you can have a few such handsome old-style men to read poems to us every day."
"I'm afraid you are thinking about Tao Zi."
Ning Fei was also immersed in Li Bai's poems.
This kind of poetry is like aged wine. The more you ponder it, the more you can feel the artistic conception contained in it.
Li Bai is indeed a great poet in China throughout the ages, and his lifelong pursuit of romance is most vividly reflected in him.
Sometimes, when the feeling comes, it’s natural to do something.
Men have always been like this.
So, Ning Fei went to the house to take out pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and began to grind the ink.
"Ning Guanzhu, are you going to paint again?"
Some netizens asked.
Ning Fei shook his head and explained:
"I may not be able to draw such a picture of a drunken god."
"Because if you want to paint such ancient paintings, you must have charm in your heart and be able to match the artistic conception of the poem."
"I have never really seen or felt such a 'crazy' god, so I don't have that feeling about the picture."
"I just wanted to write down these two lines of ancient poetry on a whim."
Ning Fei is good at calligraphy. He dips his brush in ink, lifts it up, and then outlines it on the paper. His movements are smooth and flowing, which also has a unique flavor.
From top to bottom, from right to left, Ning Fei wrote these two lines of poetry:
"It must be that the immortal was so drunk that he crushed the white clouds into pieces."
This calligraphy of his embodies Zhuangzi's emptiness, distance, and immersion in leisure. He does not seek richness and change. In his writing, he avoids the earthly glitz and pursues the meaning of emptiness and distance.
This scene is very handsome.
"As expected, handsome people look good in anything they do!"
Netizens admired Ning Fei's handwriting and thought to themselves.
The next day, Ning Fei was live broadcasting as usual.
The snow outside the door is gradually melting, and the handsome black snow sculpture has also melted into shape.
Ning Fei secretly wondered whether he should make another wood or stone sculpture so that it could be preserved for a longer period of time.
"Besides, it depends on whether there are suitable materials."
Ning Fei thought to himself.
Ning Fei went to the village to buy things again. On the way, he met the village chief, who was walking from the north of Qinshan Village.
Netizens discovered that when Ning Guanzhu travels, he often meets the village chief.
It's like the village chief is everywhere.
"Village Chief, what's the matter? You look worried." Ning Fei walked over and asked.
"It's not a big deal. Li Tietou from the north of the village is going to be buried today. His dog refused to be buried alive. A group of people just held the dog down and tied it up before burying Li Tietou. Yes." The village chief took a puff of dry cigarette and shook his head.
"It must be his slightly white dog." Hearing this, Ning Fei also sighed.
"Yes, that's it. I haven't eaten for three days. I guess I won't survive." Qin Zheng sighed again and walked away immediately.
The conversation between the two people was heard by netizens, and everyone was very interested in what the village chief said.
Ning Fei explained:
"The burial customs are different in each place. When an old man passes away in Qinshan Village, he will keep it in the living room for three days and then bury it in the cemetery in the back mountain."
"Qinshan Village still allows burial."
"I heard from people in the village that Mr. Li Tietou passed away a few days ago. After his death, the dog he raised has been refusing to eat or drink."
"Li Tietou's children have always been outside, and Li Tietou's dog has always been with him. Now that his children have come back to attend the funeral, the dog should have prevented others from burying Li Tietou's body. underground."
Thinking of this, Ning Fei planned to visit the cemetery in the back hill to the north of the village.
Logically speaking, funerals in rural areas cannot be broadcast live. It is not in line with the values currently promoted, and the live broadcast room will be banned.
Ning Fei didn't go over immediately.
Only in the afternoon, Ning Fei went to the back mountain in the north of the village to take a look, but there was no live broadcast of the content of the back mountain.
From the back hill to the north of the village, he could see a new grave in a cemetery, surrounded by offerings, fruits, ashes of burned paper money and other traces.
Ning Fei saw a pastoral dog with a somewhat whitish coat at a glance.
The pastoral dog was lying on the side of the grave, curled up, eyes closed, seemingly sleeping peacefully.
The village chief said the dog had not eaten for several days.
There are a lot of fruits, meat and other food on the altar next to it.
But the dog didn't move.
It should know what's going on.
But it just wants to accompany its owner quietly.
After all, for it, that ordinary old man is everything in its life.
"Woof!"
The puppy was at Ning Fei's feet and saw the dog from a distance. It barked, as if it wanted to arouse something.
"Puppy, let's go."
Ning Fei sighed, said to the puppy, then turned and left.
He didn't want to disturb the dog.
The little dog stopped to look at the lying down pastoral dog for a while, then turned around and saw that Ning Fei had walked away, and hurriedly speeded up to catch up.
This time the puppy ran extremely fast.
(End of chapter)