Shi Dishi Knows to Take You Through the Road of Poetry and Interesting Stories

The wind in late spring always carries the fragrance of paper when turning the pages of books. The green radish on the windowsill has vines hanging down, which is worthy of blowing over the open "Record of Interesting Facts about Ancient Poems". The spine of the book is a little hairy. It must have been rubbed repeatedly by the previous owner. The two names on the title page are clearly marked - Huang Yuanyao and Wang Xiao. He read "The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze", and then stood under the peach blossom tree in the south of Chang'an City with Cui Hu, guessing whether there was still a smile hidden behind the wooden door; "We are sharing the beauty of the moon." I listened to Su Shi drunkenly leaning against the moonlight of the Mid-Autumn Festival, listening to him kneading his longing for his younger brother into the moonlight; sighing that "he died before he left the army, which makes the hero burst into tears." Then he stood in the cypress shadow of Wuhou Temple. When I wake up in the morning and rinse my mouth, what comes out is the laziness of "spring sleep without realizing the dawn"; when taking a walk in the afternoon, what comes out is the leisurely feeling of "flying egrets in the desert paddy fields"; when I sit down at my desk at night, what comes out of my writing is the vastness of "the stars hang down on the plains and the vast fields". Others were surprised that he could speak easily and easily, and jokingly called him "Poetry Emperor", but he just smiled and shook his head - he was not a Poet Emperor, he was just reliving the Spring and Autumn Period in those poems for the ancients. Until that day, the cicada chirping outside the window suddenly changed its tone, and the "Record of Interesting Facts about Ancient Poems" on the desk glowed with a faint golden light. As the pages of the book flew by, he followed the rhymes and plunged into a thousand years of time. The wine flags in Chang'an are waving the style of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the drizzle in Bianjing is dampening the rhyme of Song lyrics, and the apricot blossoms in Jiangnan are reflecting the graceful tunes of Yuan Dynasty songs. He became the "poetry emperor" who walked in ancient times. He took a "Suilu" with him and a belly full of poems to go on appointments with the ancients.