["The fate of the world brings about sudden encounters and sudden death. Passionate people often express deep feelings."]
"Passing under the boat bridge at noon, the figures in fragrant clothes are so hurried..."
Literati from hundreds of years ago, poems from hundreds of years ago.
Ge Yi rubbed the two poems on the bookmark and whispered, remembering that Xu Heng was studying painting and had once painted a red wooden bridge in spring. There were pedestrians on the bridge, a boat was passing under the bridge, and the shore was full of snow-white qionghua. While Xu Heng was reading these two poems by Wang Yuyang, he asked him: "Do you think this painting of mine is good? I am painting Yangzhou in ancient times."
At that time, Ge Yi deliberately laughed at him: "There are countless bridges in the world that look like them. Who knows whether the one you painted is Yangzhou."
Xu Heng got into an argument with him and said, "Look at this Qionghua. Yangzhou's Qionghua is the most famous. This is Yangzhou!"
Ge Yi teased him again: "Not everyone recognizes Qionghua."
It seems like it was yesterday.
(Thanks to Master and Disciple Hou Gong Tu Pu Xiao Ai for the cover~)
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