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Spring is a good time!

Throughout the morning, Hwarang seemed preoccupied, but Wen Meng, Yin Wucuo and the others didn't notice at all, because they thought they could go for an outing in the afternoon, and some of them were just excited.

After noon, Ouyang Xiu's book boy came again, this time he was specially to pick up Hwarang and the others.

Hua Lang and others followed Ouyang Xiu's book boy out of the city, and saw Ouyang Xiu and a group of people waiting. Among these people, there were Wen Yanbo and Bao Zheng, and Ouyang Xiu had heard of Bao Zheng's reputation for integrity, and wanted to follow him. Let's make friends with him. After all, Ouyang Xiu is also a clean and honest official.

When you meet, you can't help joking and introducing. After Ouyang Xiu introduced several of his friends, Hwarang saluted them again and again. Among these friends of Ouyang Xiu, Hwarang had heard of some of them a long time ago, such as Talk about Yan Shu, Fan Zhongyan and others.

Hua Lang also loves Yan Shu and Fan Zhongyan's poems very much. It is naturally a wish to meet them today, but now that there are so many famous poets in front, how dare Hua Lang make a fool of himself?

So after meeting and saluting, Hwarang seemed very humble, and tried not to mention poetry.

Everyone left the capital and came to a place with mountains and rivers for an outing. It was a bit of a joy. At first, Ouyang Xiu and Fan Zhongyan only discussed things together. About the reform of the system, Hwarang also knew a little bit about this matter, but later died because their reform touched the interests of some nobles, and finally caused these people with lofty ideals to be demoted from the capital.

Hwarang is not a member of the imperial court, and he doesn't want to get involved in these matters, let alone change something with his own wisdom. History is history, and if it is changed, it will be meaningless. If the reform of Ouyang Xiu and others is because of Hwarang's Participate and succeed, so wouldn't there be a lot less literati in history?

Everything is fine as it is.

Playing like this until sunset, Ouyang Xiu suddenly said: "Nowadays, many of us are masters of poetry and poetry. If we don't write a few poems to commemorate this outing, it will be a worthwhile trip!"

The others are well-educated people, and writing lyrics is as easy as eating for them, so naturally they strongly agree.

Therefore, Ouyang Xiu looked at Fan Zhongyan first, and said, "Brother Xiwen is the oldest among us, why don't we let Brother Xiwen start first?"

Fan Zhongyan, whose name is Xiwen, is already a middle-aged man in his 40s at this time. It may be due to repeated accidents. He looks a little old, but even so, he still gives people an irresistible charm. Ouyang Xiu asked Fan Zhongyan first He didn't refuse to write the lyrics, and said: "Since Ouyang Xiandi said so, then I will write a song first, it can be regarded as attracting jade!"

Fan Zhongyan thought for a moment, then chanted:

Luo Qi is full of spring and evening.Go to Baihuazhou to find fragrance.Pu reflects peach blossoms and flowers reflect Pu.Endless.I suddenly entered Taoyuan Road.

Don't blame the mountain man for talking about Yiyu.Fame has lost hours.Orioles Jie Xinsheng Butterfly Jie Wu.talent and.Teach me to be sad and unhappy.

After Fan Zhongyan finished singing, he said: "It's a clumsy song, and it's a shame in front of you."

No matter how you say this poem, it is not a clumsy composition. Everyone naturally knows that Fan Zhongyan is being modest, so it is necessary to compliment him again, saying how the artistic conception of this poem is, how the words are used, and so on.

Afterwards, Ouyang Xiu wrote a long lovesickness:

The flowers are like Iraq.Liu Siyi.Flowers and willows leave young people.He bowed his head and wept.

East of the Yangtze River.West of the Yangtze River.Mandarin ducks flew in two places on both sides of the strait.Know when to meet.

Yan Shu made a poem expressing his heartfelt feelings:

Dongfeng willows want to be green.It's cloudy and rainy.Annoyed by his deep sleep in the Xiangge, there are warblers singing in confusion.

The eyebrow leaves are thin, and the dancing waist is light.Make up.A spring is full of fragrance, and March is like the wind, which is related to human feelings.

Of course, other people have also done it, but none of them are better than the three of them.

After going back and forth like this, Ouyang Xiu's friends have already finished writing, even Bao Zheng and Gongsun Ce have composed a song in response to the occasion, and in the end only Hua Lang is left. Ouyang Xiu has heard of Hua Lang's talent for a long time, and now How could he let go of such a good opportunity, so he smiled and said, "Let's compose a song, too!"

Fan Zhongyan quickly followed suit, saying: "Yes, the lyrics you wrote in Tianchang County and Duanzhou before have been sung in the capital. If you don't write a song today, it will be meaningless!"

Hua Lang murmured in his heart, why Fan Zhongyan said this was like persuading him to drink at the wine table, but he also knew that he could not escape today, so after thinking about it, he chanted a song, which was Qin Guan's point crimson Lips, although it is not considered a masterpiece, at least it is no worse than Ouyang Xiu and others.

Drunken light boats lead to the depths of flowers.The world is wrong.There is no plan to live among the flowers.

The smoke and water are vast, and the setting sun is twilight for thousands of miles.There are countless mountains.It was red like rain.I don't remember the time and way.

Only after Hwarang recited the poem, the others gave up.

Although there were no amazing words in this outing, it did not affect the mood of everyone outing. After all, outings only pay attention to one word, and that is to play. As long as you have fun, Everything else is fluff.

When rushing back to the capital from the suburbs, everyone was already exhausted, so after saying a few words to each other, they dispersed.

After returning home, Wen Meng rested her chin in thought, Hua Lang saw her like this, and asked, "Miss Wen, what are you thinking about?"

"I'm wondering, will the poems you wrote today be widely sung in the capital?"

To be honest, these poems today are not considered high-level works, and the capital is a land of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, so Hwarang thought that it would not be popular, so he fooled it with a few words, then lay down on the bed and fell asleep. wake up.

After several days like this, the lyrics written by Hwarang and the others have not been widely sung, but it is not that there are no sung lyrics. There is indeed one song that has been sung by others, which is Liu Yong's Die Lianhua:

Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is thin.Look at the extreme spring sorrow, and the sky is dark.In the afterglow of grass-colored smoke.Who would rely on meaning without words.

It is planned to get drunk with the picture of sparse madness.Singing to wine, strong music is tasteless.The belt gradually widens and I don't regret it.People haggard because of Yixiao.

Comparing this poem with those written by Hwarang and the others, we can see whether it is superior or inferior, especially the last line of the poem.People haggard for Yixiao.It is like a stroke of genius, it is hard not to be sung.

Hualang chanted this song Butterfly Love Flower slowly, and couldn't help feeling admiration for Liu Yonggengsheng. This kind of admiration was even stronger than the admiration for Ouyang Xiu, Yan Shu, Fan Zhongyan and others. What kind of person is Sanbian?