After buying a book from the bookstore, just Cheng Wen's large collection is half a person high, plus he will try Cheng Wen in the township, Lin Yanchao can't hold it alone, so he can only send someone to accompany Lin Yanchao to his home. If you are another reader, you will have a headache to read such a half-day-high book every day, but for Lin Yanchao, it is just a month's work.

Lin Yanchao returned home and made Lin Yanchao a cup of tea. Lin Yanchao took the tea and said to Qianqian: "It would be good if the family invited someone to come, so you don't have to work hard to serve me." ”

Said with a shallow smile: "Yes, so you have to study hard, and only after you win the show in the future can you marry me beautifully." ”

Lin Qianqian told again and again.

Lin Yanchao smiled embarrassedly.

"Don't cook my dinner, I'm going to study hard."

Lin Yanchao immediately held the tea, took two pieces of radish cake and walked to the small building.

After this distraction, my spirit was better, and I picked up the eight big banknotes and read them again. Others read books by looking at books, but because Lin Yanchao was already memorized, he took his hands and read by heart with the memory in his mind.

The sound of reading aloud echoed in the small building, Zeng Guofan said that the method of reading, reading should read the sound of gold and stone. While reading, Lin Yanchao felt that the sound of reading was far away, and it could echo in his chest.

After a slight pause, take a sip of weak tea, moisten your throat, speak with relish, and read again.

read Han Yu's text, but I felt that it was magnificent, like a big river, flowing mightily.

Reading Su Shi's text, his text is like the source of ten thousand springs, out of the place, in the flat land, gurgling, although there is no difficulty in a thousand miles a day, and its twists and turns with the mountains and rocks, with the shape of things, and unknowable.

Such an article is not lacking in rhyme, the tone is sonorous, it is really more and more feeling, the first reading fashion touched the edge, and then read again and again before slowly tasting a little taste.

After reading the article, the whole person is very comfortable and has a smooth thinking.

Remembering that there was still a volume of articles that had not been written, and he had just read a good article, Lin Yanchao happened to have the urge to write.

has written a lot of papers, Lin Yanchao is used to reading an article before writing a volume, and the articles written in this way are more vivid and can express his mind directly. The inspiration in my brain is endless, and I can reach the point of forgetting things.

Lin Yanchao couldn't help but think, is this the realm of writing like a god after being full of economy? However, I still have a shallow reserve of poetry and books at the moment, so I need to use this method, but when I have to take the exam, I have to borrow books to read, so I have to read more.

Lin Yanchao sharpened his ink and picked up the pen at the moment, wrote in the volume, occasionally paused for a moment, considered the words, picked up the radish cake and swallowed it with the tea.

After eating the radish cake, there is still half a pot of tea, but the article has been written, and the volume is very satisfied, and the disadvantage is that there is a little oil star next to the volume.

Knock knock! The drum tower on Xuanzheng Street sounded the Dingchang drum.

Lin Yanchao looked up at the window, it turned out that the sky was about to get dark, Lin Yanchao was concentrating on reading and writing, but he didn't notice the passage of time at all.

Lin Yanchao put the lamp in his hand, looking at the lights between the houses in the alleys, and suddenly the tip of his nose was cold, and it began to rain, and the rain fell from the eaves messily, hitting the black tiles, one by two, and the number of points was wet together.

Lin Yanchao closed the window, went downstairs, picked up the rain gear and said to Qianqian, and walked out alone.

Walking by the river, raindrops splashing on the river, Lin Yanchao walked slowly under the eaves of the riverside houses.

The rain only fell for a while, and the prosperous place downstairs under the Tongjin Gate was lively again.

Tongjin Gate Tower is commonly known as Qingmen Tower, because of the next Tongzhou Ji, so it is called Tongjin Gate Tower, Tongjin Gate Tower west of one mile of the Li Shemen, are the original Luocheng South Gate, with the expansion of the provincial capital, the city wall of Luocheng was abolished, but the tower on the original city gate is still preserved.

When Zeng Gong was the governor of Fuzhou, he once wrote that the red sarong candle crossed the inclined bridge, and the re-viewing Hui flew into the dipper. People are painting boats that are still not sleeping, full of embankments and bright moons and a tide.

This poem is written about the beautiful scenery of the Antai River outside the Lishemen in the Northern Song Dynasty, and now the Lishemen is connected to the Jinmen, close to the Fuxue, and near the Fuyuan, which is not only the place where the scholars gather, but also the residence of the dignitaries, and the night is very prosperous.

Lin Yanchao walked on the south bank, looking at the small streets and alleys on the other side of the river, and the sound of flute and drums sounded again. Many dignitaries and nobles, rich sons holding umbrellas, walked across the arch bridge from the arch bridge, and the women in the green buildings in the pavilions on the shore stood near the Xuan, the lake was green, the light red dress was spreading, and the eyes were sultry.

On the south bank, pedestrians sheltering from the rain under the eaves slapped their clothes, and when the rain was a little lighter, they hurried again.

The rain hit the paper umbrella, the cold wind blew on his face, Lin Yanchao looked at the night scene on the other side of the river, as if it was like a beautiful ink painting, such ink color is by no means the high-rise buildings of the metropolis, and the man-made attractions that have been demolished and rebuilt in later generations, can be rendered.

Walking alone by the river, Lin Yanchao couldn't help humming a song.

The road of life is like a long dream;

The road is windy and frosty, and the wind and frost are dry.

In the red dust, how many directions are there for sweet dreams;

Looking for a dreamy beloved, the road is boundless.

……

Lin Yanchao hummed, of course, the Cantonese version, this song is the same as the person who sang this song at the beginning, it is a great love in his heart.

Lin Yanchao walked while humming, suddenly heard a few flutes and drums, and turned his head to see a garden in front of the arch bridge on the other side of the river, in which there was a Confucian class singing. Lin Yanchao walked across the bridge and walked into the garden, the garden was very spacious, planted with flowers and trees, a stage was set up in the center, a shed was set up in front of the stage, there were more than a dozen square tables for four people, eight or nine people sat down, and there was a water pavilion on the side.

The water pavilion is covered with a curtain, as if someone has brought their family members to listen to the play.

Rain splashed down from the eaves, and gongs and drums rang out on the stage.

Lin Yanchao came to a square table diagonally across the stage and sat down, collected the rain gear, and put it on the table to drip water, and someone came up on the side and asked, "What kind of tea does the guest officer drink?" We have sencha here very well. ”

Lin Yanchao nodded and said, "Then come a pot of sencha." ”

"What kind of pastry do you want? There are yam cakes and chestnut cakes. ”

"Well, then a yam cake and a chestnut cake."

On the stage, a female dan came out, singing leisurely, the sunrise in the southeast corner, according to my Qin's building. The Qin family has a good daughter, and her name is Luo Fu.

"Isn't this Mo Shangsan?"

Soon tea and pastries were brought to the table, Lin Yanchao drank tea, ate pastries, watched plays and listened to music, and the people on the side were also eating tea and gossiping.

It's still good in the city, the slang of life in this market, a sense of peace in the world, and the laziness of nothing in all directions, which makes people a little intoxicated.

After the play, the class owner came to the table with a play excerpt, and someone gave a reward and ordered a play.

After listening to another play, Lin Yanchao saw that the rain was light, so he took an umbrella and went home.

Walking by the river, Lin Yanchao appreciated the prosperity of the market, and readers often said that the small is hidden in the wilderness, the middle is hidden in the city, and the big is hidden in the court.

Linquan Wild Trail, has its own leisurely and chic artistic conception, but to escape from the world, in the end is just a small hidden, as for the big hidden, the big hidden in the court, is to live in the temple, but the ambition is far away from the reader. Dongfang Shuo once said, Lu Shen is in the world, and the golden horse gate is escaping. You can escape the whole body in the palace, why bother deep in the mountains, under the artemisia?

Lin Yanchao thought to himself, this realm of great concealment, he can't do it at present, but Zhongyin can try it, while enjoying the prosperity of the market, listening to music and drinking tea, while devoting himself to reading, not changing his will, also busy and idle, and away from hunger and cold, this can be called the realm of Zhongyin.

The next day, Lin Yanchao arrived at the Lin Mansion and took the five articles he wrote yesterday and showed them to Lin Yan.

Lin Yan read them one by one, nodded and said: "One article is better than one article, especially the last one, which has the literary style of the Tang and Song dynasties, and it has a little bit of meaning with both rationality and tone." ”

Lin Yanchao listened to it and said: "The disciple also likes Mr. Dongpo's text, especially the sentence, fishing on the Jiangzhu, fishing and shrimp and friends with millet deer, driving a flat boat with a leaf, and raising a bottle to belong to each other; Parasitic mayflies and heaven and earth, a millet in the sea. ”

Lin Yan smiled and nodded, "Good." However, the style of Dongpo layman's writing is wonderful and changeable, and if you can't imitate it, you don't need to imitate it. You have the talent to learn from the strengths of others, and you will be unique in the future, not limited to your predecessors. ”

When Lin Yan said this, Lin Yanchao was immediately flattered, and said in his heart, Am I so powerful.

"It's not for the teacher to praise you indiscriminately, you can read the articles of the Tang and Song Dynasty in a month, which is already good. But it's not enough to rely on just one of the eight major banknotes, and you can read the anthology right now. ”

The Zhaoming Anthology is compiled by the literati of the Zhaoming Prince, the son of Emperor Wu of Liang in the Southern Dynasty, and the works of more than 100 famous artists from the pre-Qin to the Liang Dynasty of the Southern Dynasty have been selected for eight or nine hundred years. The Zhaoming Anthology is equivalent to the ancient texts of the Ming Dynasty, but it is missing the part of the eight masters of the Tang and Song dynasties, but it is more difficult than the ancient texts.