The Mid-Autumn Festival is a traditional Chinese festival on the 15th day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar every year, and legend has it that it is to commemorate Chang'e's flight to the moon. The term "Mid-Autumn Festival" was first seen in "Zhou Li". According to the ancient calendar of our country, there are four seasons in a year, three months in each quarter, which are called the three parts of Mengyue, Zhongyue and Jiyue, so the second month of autumn is called Mid-autumn, and because of the 15th day of August of the lunar calendar, in the middle of August, it is called "Mid-Autumn Festival". It was not until the early years of the Tang Dynasty that the Mid-Autumn Festival became a fixed festival. Since then, it has been followed by successive dynasties.

The Mid-Autumn Festival in the Ming Dynasty is no less than the Lantern Festival, so it is extremely lively, Hangzhou is a rich and prosperous place, as early as two days ago, someone began to celebrate, Su Causeway, Bai Causeway, Broken Bridge area, someone has already put countless lanterns, in the lake stretches for more than ten miles, the lanterns of each square and street, the lanterns in front of every house, the shops in front of the shops selling the Mid-Autumn Festival must-have puff pastry moon cakes, pine nuts, walnut kernels, melon seed kernels and rock sugar, lard as filling, as well as all kinds of lanterns, sesame lamps, eggshell lamps, shavings lamps, straw lamps, fish scale lamps, chaff lamps, Melon seed lamps and birds, beasts, flowers and tree lamps, etc., are amazing. Although it is not yet night, the whole West Lake is already purple and colorful, and the whole West Lake is immersed in a joyful atmosphere.

Yang Zheng is like Grandma Liu in "Dream of Red Mansions" who entered Daguan Garden, curiously looking at the surroundings, the embankment is crowded with people, everyone is happy, and most of the men are wearing new clothes, swaggering to enjoy the surrounding scenery and feel the joy of the festival.

There are men, women are naturally indispensable, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the willow tops on the moon, people about after dusk, each woman before going out, are carefully dressed up, take out the new clothes that are not worn in the middle of the year, the weather is still mild, pinching a small paper fan, pulling the maid to walk and the embankment, it is indispensable to attract the attention of many men. Because of these women, the embankment is even more happy.

Yang Zheng gray shirt, rolled up trousers, a pair of straw sandals, constantly shuttling in the crowd, this outfit is naturally out of place as the current atmosphere, especially these so-called Jiangnan geniuses see such a guy in the crowd, naturally there is nothing to look at.

Yang Zheng saw these bullshit talents, dressed in Confucian clothes, holding a paper fan in his hand, smiling, shaking the feather fan, and seeing the beautiful ladies and maids who walked by, he sang poems loudly, this chant: "The favorite lake is not enough to go east, and the white sand embankment in the shade of green poplars!" The other sang loudly: "A few early warblers compete for warm trees, whose new swallow pecks the spring mud ......?" ”

Yang Zheng saw these guys, the young ladies and maids, they all pursed their lips and left with a snicker, these guys still felt good about themselves, the feather fan shook gently, and they sang loudly with a smile, maintaining the so-called graceful demeanor, which really made him despise him.

"Damn, if you want to pick up girls, you don't want to have some new ideas, but you're still talented? Hmph, master, my means are much stronger than yours, hmph, when I make a move, there is still a place for you? Yang Zheng looked amused for a while, and muttered a few times indignantly.

He muttered loudly, but there were too many people on the white causeway, and a few young ladies and maids who walked by him, seeing that he was dressed, covered their mouths and snickered.

Yang Zheng didn't think at all, seeing these young ladies and maids looking over, a pair of big eyes that were enough to fascinate people, and looked over unceremoniously, from the face, neck, bumpy breasts, and the slender ** all of them did not fall one by one, only a few glances, those young ladies and maids blushed, glared at him, and turned to leave.

"Hmph, I can't stand it like this, if I get to bed, hehe-?" Yang Zheng looked at the plump and straight buttocks of several young ladies, swallowed his saliva, and smiled obscenely.

"This little brother, can he also recite poetry, right?" Just as Xiao Yun was speaking, the man who stood next to him, shaking the paper fan all the time, and maintained a personable demeanor like a scholar, said disdainfully.

"Grandpa's, what does it mean to be able to chant poems and songs, Lao Tzu's poems and songs, just open your mouth?" Yang Zheng glanced at the other party with disdain and snorted noncommittally.

There was a hint of disgust in the eyes of the bullshit genius, but there were a few of the same talents standing next to him, and this person was not easy to show, but he frowned, glanced at the river, and saw that a osmanthus petal in front of him fell into the water one by one, the corners of his mouth moved, and he opened the paper fan slightly: "I have a poem, let's listen to it?" “

"Hmph, I'll see what you're capable of?" Yang Zheng glanced at the bullshit genius with disdain.

"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, **, ten pieces, thousands of pieces, countless pieces, flying into the lake, never seeing ......?"

"Good! Good poetry, good poetry! As soon as the bullshit genius finished reading, a few companions next to him shouted vigorously, and while shouting, they swept their smug eyes to Yang Zheng.

"Grandpa's, this is also called poetry?" Yang Zheng was greatly disdainful, snorted, and said, "But Er'er, such poems, I will come as soon as I open my mouth!" As soon as the voice fell, he said loudly: "One, two, three bamboo poles, four, five or six bamboo leaves; Naturally faint and sparse, why overlap! When he finished reading, he turned around and left.

Behind him, a few talented people kept muttering: "This, where is this hillbilly......"

"Hmph, looking at his shabby appearance, this poem must be plagiarized, it must be-?"

"Brother Li, don't think about it, it's just insulting my identity as a scholar, and I'll leave-?"

Which one of the people who recited the poem nodded and said, "Brother Wang is very right! Come, come, I'll wait and drink and chant poetry, don't let that hillbilly ruin the interest! ”

"Phew?" After walking a long way, Yang Zheng spat out with extreme disdain, which naturally caused many people to frown, but seeing that he was strong and dressed strangely, no one dared to trouble him.

Appreciate all the way along the way, unconsciously arrived at the Jindai Bridge, this Jindai Bridge was formerly known as Bihan Bridge, although the reputation is not as loud as the broken bridge, but it has a moving taste. The best of Jindai Bridge is connected by a bridge in the West Lake inside and outside, and the blue waves are connected, but there is a difference between the inside and outside. Yang Zheng stood on the Jindai Bridge and looked at the lake opposite, the boat babbled across the bridge hole, gradually entering the depths of the lotus flower from the thousands of blue waves, and the water and sky turned into a red one. The freshness, the warmth, makes people feel the vigorous vitality between heaven and earth. If it is a drizzly day, the raindrops such as pearls will "big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate" like knocking on the canopy of the cruise ship, and there is a kind of "listening to the rain sleep by the Jindai Bridge", the depression just now, when the time was relieved, I was about to sing a song, so as to express the depression in my heart, and suddenly heard someone in front of me shouting: "Come and see, the eldest lady of the Peng family has painted on the broken bridge, and what about Shen Fang, the first genius of West Lake?" ”