Chapter 534: Miscellaneous Poems with Symbols

At the end of winter, the weather is cold and snow comes late. The ice around the well is thin, and the branches are falling in the west wind.

In two days, it will be the time of light snow.

It started to snow in the evening, and with the north wind howling, the chickens and ducks ran back to their homes.

The heating in the village has been turned on, and the single-layer glass windows are covered with snow, making it difficult to see what's going on outside.

Li Yi was reading a letter in his hand and praising it from time to time.

The letter was naturally written by Zhong Shaojing. The wording was relatively euphemistic and the central idea was prominent, asking for money.

"I want to come to Zhuangzi to hold a calligraphy and painting party in the beautiful place. I am told that Zhuangzi has a rich literary atmosphere."

Li Yi wanted to laugh when he looked at it. Isn't the Imperial Academy a place with a rich atmosphere of literati?

The literati atmosphere at the Great Court is even stronger. What a wonderful place Hanyuan Hall is.

"I feel like Keda and I have a good connection, we both think of each other.

The scenery is beautiful, but there is no way to drink water in Zhuangzi. It snows heavily tonight and will freeze tomorrow. "

Li Yi ate a casserole of white meat, sauerkraut and blood sausage, and thought about how to hold a winter outdoor calligraphy exchange meeting.

"Proprietor, you can break the ice manually and wash it down with the current." Bi He gave an idea.

She and Cuiliu shared a casserole with broken bones and pickled cabbage, and occasionally ate mushrooms from the chicken stew and mushrooms that the eunuchs ate.

"What a good idea. Then drink cool wine and make them sick."

Li Yi thought about the feeling of a group of people taking glasses of wine in the cold water and drinking them down...

After dinner, he wrote a reply, expressing his great honor and welcoming everyone to come and enjoy the cold weather during the light snow season.

On the morning of October 18th, the letter was sent.

Tomorrow Xiaoxue and Zhong Shaojing have less than a day to prepare, and they don’t know how many people he can bring.

The farmers cleared the snow from the roads and knocked down the ice from the wells.

Li Yi started to prepare gifts, and by the way, he wanted to show off the items that paid 80% tax to others.

He was going to give one to Zhong Shaojing, but no one else would give it to him because it was too expensive.

In the morning, Zhong Shaojing received the letter and smiled, thinking that Li Yi was still very talkative!

He began to organize people, even though he, the vice president of the Calligraphy Association, was removed from the position of Minister.

However, his current rank is higher than that of Shangshu. The president is His Majesty, so he doesn't care about anything.

He said hello and word quickly spread.

"Something is going to happen again. Li Yi has too many things to do this year and can't stay idle." Yao Chong learned about the situation and Li Yi was actually willing to entertain people in Zhuangzi.

According to his understanding of Li Yi, Li Yi would not let people in if there was no benefit.

"I'm tired. What are we thinking about him all day long? Why don't we think about where we need to make arrangements." Zhang said he was very distressed.

He found that he could not come up with any good ideas that would benefit Datang.

As long as I think about something that needs improvement, Li Yi's figure is guaranteed to appear in my mind, the kind that won't go away.

"Send someone in to check the situation." Lu Huaishen was more stable and deployed people.

The next day, as soon as the city gate opened, Zhong Shaojing went out with more than a hundred people, all of whom he had chosen to write well.

Organizing activities used to be just for eating, drinking and getting gifts.

Not only Zhong Shaojing knows, but the people he chooses also know that no one who goes to Lijiazhuangzi will leave empty-handed.

Arriving at Bashui Bridge, the group was inspected.

The people of Qianniuwei still live in tents, but the tents have changed from canvas tents to canvas tents with leather on the outside.

The ground in the tent is covered with thick straw mats, and there is a large pottery basin inside the tent.

Put a little water in the basin, and Lijiazhuangzi's honeycomb briquette stove sits in the basin. The ashes that were lit in the hand fall down and go into the water and are extinguished.

A group of people crossed the bridge, and Li Yi was greeted by palace maids and eunuchs at the end of the bridge.

Zhong Shaojing met Li Yi for the first time.

The two sides looked at each other. Zhong Shaojing was good-looking. Of course, it had nothing to do with his words. He was just that tall.

As for Li Yi, he is still so handsome. At that time, he could be called a little fresh meat.

Different from Xiao Xianrou, Li Yi's eyes showed perseverance.

"President Zhong and all the members are here, and the Li family village suddenly feels a touch of spring." Li Yi greeted first.

"Doctor Li's Zhuangzi, even if the snow falls heavily, there is no chill at all." Zhong Shaojing also said kind words.

Others couldn't get in the conversation. Zhong Shaojing was now a second-grade official, and so was Li Yi. The two were equal.

"President Zhong, please, everyone." Li Yi extended his hand to invite.

The group of people walked inside and looked around, seeing snowmen one after another.

There were also children who had a day off during the Xiaoxue solar term. A large group of children had a snowball fight around the snowman.

Each person holds a bamboo tool for making snowballs. It is not allowed to hold the snowballs directly with your hands.

The snow ball in the hand is so tight that it hurts when it hits the person's face.

The snowballs made once with the tool are loose and the snowballs are not allowed to be pressed again.

"Doctor Li, do you have any poems to write during this beautiful scene?" Zhong Shaojing looked for a topic.

"There is something written by someone else. I'll tell it and everyone can guess what it is, okay?" Li Yi gave me face today.

Zhong Shaojing was indeed happy. Li Yi didn't easily compose poems for others. Today he casually said, "Look, the poem is here."

"Doctor Li, please come and sing." Zhong Shaojing invited.

"The flowers are not flowers, and the mist is not mist. It comes in the middle of the night and leaves at dawn. It comes like a spring dream in a short time, and it goes like a morning cloud with nowhere to find it."

Li Yi opened his mouth and threw out the poem written by Lao Bai.

This poem was also composed to music at his time, and it sounded very melodious.

However, people at that time gave various understandings, but Li Yi felt that none of them were very accurate.

"A good poem. I never thought that Dr. Li still had Buddha nature in his heart. All conditioned dharma is like the bubbles in a dream. It is like fog or lightning. It should be viewed as such."

Someone in the team spoke up and praised Li Yi. Anyway, he was the one chosen.

Li Yi even wrote: Why are you so white in the heavy snow? It only came last night. Whenever you want to leave, I will say goodbye to you.

People who come today may also praise me from beginning to end.

"This is ridiculous, dear friend. Do you know what I am talking about?" Li Yi asked modestly.

Everyone is dumbfounded? Do you still have something to write poetry? Riddle?

"Look at the bungalows in Zhuangzi. They have been left unmolested." Li Yi didn't say anything else and led everyone forward.

It didn't take long to arrive at the row of bungalows, where the classroom is now.

The house used as a classroom was replaced with glass windows, and the useless ones were paper windows.

Li Yi stood in front of a house with paper windows, UU reading www.uukanshu.net Look, look at the windows.

The temperature was low last night, and there was frost on the windows and also on the glass.

As the sun rises and the temperature increases, the frost on the windows melts and then dissipates.

Zhong Shaojing was surprised. He repeated the poem that Li Yi had just recited: "The flowers are not flowers, and the mist is not mist. It comes in the middle of the night and goes at dawn. It comes like a spring dream in a short time, and it goes like a morning cloud with no place to find."

After reading, he smiled: "It turned out that I was talking about the frost flowers on the window. It turned out to be flowers flying around. The fog was not fog. It appeared at night and left during the day."

"President Zhong is very smart. Since you guessed it right, I have a gift for you." Li Yi said with a "You are awesome" expression.

Qingsong, who was carrying a wooden box next to him, put the box on the ground, opened it, and took out something from it.

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