Spring is a good time to go!

All morning, Hua Lang seemed to be preoccupied, but Wen Meng, Yin Wuxian and the others didn't notice it at all, because they thought that they could go to Qingqing in the afternoon, and some were just excited.

After noon, Ouyang Xiu's scholar came again, and this time he was specially to pick up Hua Lang and them.

Hualang and the others went out of the city with Ouyang Xiu's scholar, and saw that Ouyang Xiu and a group of people were already waiting, among these people, there were Wen Yanbo and Bao Zheng, I think Ouyang Xiu had also heard of Bao Zheng's name of honesty, and he intended to be friends with him, after all, Ouyang Xiu was also a clean official, and honest officials would inevitably have sympathy for honest officials.

After Ouyang Xiu introduced a few of his friends, Hua Lang saluted him again and again, among Ouyang Xiu's friends, there were a few of them that Hua Lang had heard of, such as Yan Shu and Fan Zhongyan.

Hua Lang is also very fond of Yan Shu Fan Zhongyan's words, and it is naturally impossible to meet them today, but now that these many famous poets are in front, how can Hua Lang dare to be ugly?

Therefore, after meeting and saluting, Hanalang appeared very modest, and tried not to mention poetry.

Everyone went out of the capital, came to a place with mountains and rivers to play, it was a little happy, Ouyang Xiu and Fan Zhongyan they only discussed things together at first, Hua Lang occasionally listened to a sentence or two, it seemed to be about the reform of the imperial court system, Hua Lang also knew a little bit about this matter, but later because their reform touched the interests of some nobles, they died, and finally made this group of people with lofty ideals be demoted from the capital.

Hua Lang is not a person from the imperial court, he doesn't want to get involved in these things, and he doesn't want to change something with his own cleverness, history is history, and it makes no sense to change, if the reform of Ouyang Xiu and others is successful because of Hua Lang's participation, then wouldn't there be a lot less literati in history?

Everything goes with the flow.

After playing like this until dusk, Ouyang Xiu suddenly said: "Nowadays, many of us are poets, if we don't make a few poems to commemorate this outing, it will be really worthwhile!" ”

The others were well-educated, and writing lyrics was as easy as eating for them, so naturally they strongly agreed.

So, Ouyang Xiu looked at Fan Zhongyan first and said, "Brother Xiwen is the oldest among us, why don't you start with Brother Xiwen first?" ”

Fan Zhongyan's word Xiwen, at this time he is already a middle-aged man in his forties, it may be a relationship that has been changed repeatedly, he looks a little old, but even so, he still gives people an irresistible charm, Ouyang Xiu asked Fan Zhongyan to write the lyrics first, he did not push back, and said: "Since Brother Ouyang Xian said so, then I will make a song first, which can be regarded as throwing bricks and attracting jade!" ”

Fan Zhongyan pondered for a moment, and then chanted:

Luo Qi is full of spring in the city. Look for Fang on Baihua Island. Pu Ying peach blossom Ying Pu. Endlessly. Suddenly into the Taoyuan Road.

Don't blame the mountain Weng to talk about Yiyu. Fame and fame are lost in hours. The warbler interprets the new sound and the butterfly interprets the dance. Talent with. Teach me to be sad and joyless.

Fan Zhongyan finished chanting and said, "A clumsy work, I am ugly in front of you." ”

No matter how you say this poem, it is not a clumsy work, and everyone naturally knows that Fan Zhongyan is modest, so I have to compliment it again, saying what is the artistic conception of this poem, how the words are used, and so on.

After that, Ouyang Xiu made a Sauvignon Blanc song:

Flowers. Liu Ruyi. The flowers and willows are young and parting. Bow your head and tears fall.

Yangtze River East. Yangtze River West. Mandarin ducks fly in two places on both sides of the strait. When we met, we knew when we met.

Yan Shu made a heartfelt poem:

The east wind willow wants to be green. The smoke is light and the rain is beginning to clear. Annoyed that he was sleeping in the incense pavilion, and there was a warbler in chaos.

The eyebrow leaves are thin, and the dancing waist is light. Overnight make-up. A spring is fragrant, March is like the wind, and it is related to human affection.

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

Coming and going like this, Ouyang Xiu's friends have already finished it, even Bao Zheng and Gongsun Ce also made a song in response to the situation, and only the remaining Hualang did not do it, Ouyang Xiu had already heard of Hualang's name, and now he was willing to let go of such a good opportunity, so he smiled and said: "Playboy also make a song!" ”

Fan Zhongyan hurriedly echoed and said, "Yes, the lyrics you wrote in Tianchang County and Duanzhou before have been sung to the capital, if you don't make a song today, it won't be interesting enough!" ”

Hua Lang muttered in his heart, why did Fan Zhongyan say this as if he was persuading him to drink at the wine table, but he also knew that he couldn't escape today, so after thinking about it, he also chanted a song, which was Qin Guan's little lip, although it was not a masterpiece, but at least it was not worse than Ouyang Xiu and others.

Drunk and light boat, the letter leads to the depths of the flowers. The fate of the dust is wrong. There is no plan to live between flowers.

The smoke and water are vast, and the sun is twilight for thousands of miles. Mountains are innumerable. Red as rain. I don't remember where I came.

It was only after Hanalang chanted the poem that the others gave up.

Although there are no amazing words in this outing, this has not affected everyone's mood, after all, there is only one word to pay attention to, that is, play, as long as you have fun, the rest are floating clouds.

When we rushed back to the capital from the suburbs, everyone was tired enough, so after saying a few words to each other, they dispersed.

After returning home, Wen Meng held her chin and pondered, Hua Lang saw her like this, and asked, "Miss Wen, what do you think?" ”

"I'm wondering, will these words you composed today be sung in the capital?"

To be honest, today's lyrics are not considered upper-class works, and the capital is a place where the dragon and the tiger are hidden, so Hua Lang thinks that it should not be sung, so after he fooled the past with a few words, he lay on the bed and fell asleep.

So a few days have passed, and the lyrics composed by Hualang have not been sung, but it is not without the words that have been sung, and there is really a song that has been sung by others, which is Liu Yong's butterfly love flower:

Leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is fine. Looking forward to the extreme spring sorrow, gloomy sky. In the afterglow of grass-colored smoke. Speechless, who will rely on will.

I plan to get drunk with a crazy picture. When it comes to wine, strong music is still tasteless. The belt gradually widened, and I never regretted it. For the sake of Iraq, the people are haggard.

This poem is compared with the poems made by Hualang and them, and they have an immediate opinion, especially the last sentence of the last sentence, and they will not regret it. For the sake of Iraq, the people are haggard. It's like a stroke of genius, and it's hard not to be sung.

Hua Lang chanted this butterfly love flower slowly, and couldn't help but admire Liu Yong, this admiration is even worse than his admiration for Ouyang Xiu, Yan Shu, Fan Zhongyan and others, what kind of person is this Liu Sanbian who is ordered to fill in the words?