Shen Xian looked at him puzzledly.
Wen Cangyu walked over with a smile, put his arm around Chen Xian's shoulders, and looked very familiar.
Although he is already eighty years old, he is still very brisk. If he takes off his clothes, his muscles are even more developed than Shen Xian's.
He is a former soldier and has been exercising all year round. The physical fitness of ordinary college students may not be as good as his.
"Young man, did you write that couplet yourself or was it given to you by someone else?" Wen Cangyu asked with a smile.
Shen Xian said: “I wrote it myself, what’s wrong?”
Wen Cangyu did not directly answer Shen Xian's question, but just asked: "Let's have a drink together?"
"No, no, I still have to go back." Shen Xian said.
I can't drink alcohol. Once I drink, I drink too much and I'm always easily slept with by women.
They are all so bad, always like to sleep with me when I am drunk.
Every time he thought of this, Chen Xian felt "ashamed and angry".
Don’t I have any face?
Is a man’s innocence no longer innocent?
Wen Cangyu said, "Take my boat back. There's hot pot on it."
He pointed to a boat docked at the shore, which was a wupeng boat. Hot steam could be seen rising from the boat.
Shen Xian was moved.
Can I save 80 dollars for the boat ticket?
Now I only have eighty dollars left on me.
"I just happened to have something to talk to you about." Wen Cangyu said, pointing at his own face with his backhand, "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person."
Shen Xian stared at him carefully.
I don’t know him and I haven’t seen him on TV.
But judging from his temperament, he is not an ordinary person.
Most likely he is a big shot.
Who are those old men who write ancient poetry nowadays?
A retired big shot in the system.
They have time.
Ordinary people are busy making ends meet, so who would be willing to take the time to study ancient poetry?
Just trying to stay alive takes all my energy.
Chen Xian finally got on the boat. On the boat, two young men in plain clothes stared at Chen Xian.
The two men had very sharp eyes, bulging temples, and large joints on their hands. They must be martial artists, the kind that seven or eight people couldn't get close to.
"Chief, who is this?" asked one of the young men.
Wen Cangyu said: "It's okay, relax, I'll have a drink with him."
Seeing this, the two young men relaxed their guard.
"What's your name?" Wen Cangyu asked.
Shen Xian said: "Just call me Xiao Shen."
Wen Cangyu nodded without thinking too much. There were many people with the last name Chen in the world.
"Xiao Shen, are you very knowledgeable about ancient poetry?" Wen Cangyu asked Shen Xian.
Shen Xian nodded: "I understand a little bit."
“Haha, you are so modest.” Wen Cangyu laughed, and then took the initiative to pour wine for Shen Xian, “Here, this is the rice wine I got in Shaoxing, it tastes pretty good.”
Shen Xian took a sip and found it really good, not spicy but with a little sweetness.
I think it should be added with wolfberry or sweet dates or something like that.
The two clinked their glasses, Wen Cangyu put down his glass and asked, "Xiao Shen, can you compose a couplet of poetry?"
Shen Xian nodded.
Wen Cangyu's eyes lit up, and he remembered the couplet poem that Song Yiyao wrote last year, so he said, "Okay, I'll go first."
He pointed at the man rowing the boat: "One paddle plows through thousands of acres of green."
Chen Xian thought for a moment, then said, "My collars are stained with the wind from the Five Lakes."
Wen Cangyu savored it carefully and immediately praised it, "It's wonderful, the parallelism is neat, the rhythm is harmonious, the artistic conception is full, and it is very charming."
"Spring wine tasting in Yunmeng Lake." Wen Cangyu has a love for talent in his heart. How long has it been since he has seen such a young man?
Yunmengze is also known as Yunmeng Lake. It now refers to a group of ancient lakes. It is also very appropriate to describe Dongting Lake. Now it is spring and we are drinking, so this sentence is very consistent with the environment and artistic conception at the moment.
This is a real test of your ability to perform on the spot.
But this is not a problem for Shen Xian at all.
Chen Xian pointed at the Yueyang Tower in the distance and said with a smile: "Outside the Yueyang Tower, willows are hanging with fishing rods."
This sentence has a pun on geography and humanities. "垂纶" means fishing. The whole sentence means that the willow branches outside Yueyang Tower hang down into the lake, as if fishing.
Wen Cangyu was a little stunned. You know, he spent a long time polishing these two sentences before coming up with them.
But Shen Xian answered without hesitation within ten seconds.
Are there really geniuses in this world?
Another young man who was not rowing the boat was using a notebook to respectfully record the conversation and couplets between the two.
As a qualified subordinate, it is necessary to always record the spirit of the leader's speech.
"The peach blossoms bloom, the water rises, and the fish and dragons wake up." This sentence means that the peach blossoms have bloomed, the water has risen, and all the fish in the water have revived. It also alludes to this literary gathering, where the spring tide is surging, and people from all directions are coming, and they are all people of noble status.
Shen Xian raised his head and looked around, then he saw the sky full of stars again.
Got it.
"The boat of Chu Ke is across the slanting stars."
Chuke refers to people living in a foreign land.
Shen Xian hinted that the people coming this time were all from outside the area.
Wen Cangyu was becoming more and more amazed, and he wanted to see where Chen Xian's limit was.
Then, Wen Cangyu picked up the rope on the boat: "One rope of spring ties a thousand miles of blue."
Chen Xian pointed to the thousands of lights on the distant shore: "On a sunny day, thousands of lights are shining brightly."
"good!"
"good!"
"good!"
The old man laughed heartily and raised his glass: "That's right, cheers!"
Shen Xian raised his glass.
The two of them then exchanged a dozen sentences, and by this time, they had already spoken twelve sentences.
Wen Cangyu waved his hand, and the young man took the notebook and handed it to Wen Cangyu.
Wen Cangyu handed it to Shen Xian again: "Xiao Shen, give these twelve sentences a name."
Shen Xian thought about it, and then wrote: "Twelve Couplets on the Lake".
"Keep it safe." Wen Cangyu handed the notebook to the young man again.
After a few drinks, the boat was getting closer and closer to the shore, and Shen Xian's head gradually became dizzy.
He can't drink much and is the type of person who is not good at cooking but loves to play.
"Xiao Shen, your literary skills are so strong, how about you write another poem?" Wen Cangyu asked, "Based on the current situation."
He looked at Shen Xian, and admiration gradually appeared in his eyes.
This is another test of Shen Xian's ability to perform on the spot.
Shen Xian looked up and saw the sky full of stars.
Looking at the lake again, there are also stars.
Shen Xian spoke in a drunken tone, and suddenly a poem appeared in his mind, which was very consistent with the mood at the moment.
He laughed, his voice twice as loud as when he wasn't drinking: "Haha, that's good!"
Then, Chen Xian slowly spoke: "The west wind blows the waves of Dongting Lake, and Xiangjun's hair turns white overnight."
Wen Cangyu narrowed his eyes.
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