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Chapter 574 Yizhi(2/2)

You will definitely die if you go down."

There were only rocks here, and there were no pavilions or buildings to rest on, so everyone just started watching where they were.

Since there are few trees, everyone can enjoy the scenery of Lishan Mountain.

Everyone sat quietly, talking and laughing as time passed.

Cheng Yuzhu and Li Xueyan sat side by side next to Yang Fan, looking at the Lishan Palace stretching at the foot of the mountain, outlining a beautiful view of the snow city.

Unconsciously, the light gradually dimmed.

Yang Fan looked up at the sky. The crescent moon had risen into the sky and was as broken as a string. It was obviously getting late. If it hadn't been for the reflection of the white snow, it might have been invisible.

However, the sky after the snow was cloudless, and only the moon was bright and shining.

What's more, because of the contrast between the mountains, the white snow, and the night sky, the crescent moon in the mid-air was eclipsed.

Whenever I see the moon, I can't help but feel sad.

I remember that there was a poem by Zhang Jiuling in the primary school textbook.

"The bright moon rises slightly above us, and we share this moment even though the world is far away."

The original poem is on the sea, but here it is on the top of a mountain.

Thinking that he and his relatives and friends in his previous life were no longer under the same crescent moon, Yang Fan couldn't help but recall the past.

Although what separates me now from my previous life is not mountains and rivers, but endless thousands of years of time, or even different dimensions... A feeling of sadness pervades my whole heart!

No matter how bad the previous life was, who can be so free and easy and completely forget about their past self?

"Guanzhong is free from sorrow and sorrow, and when you travel along the ancient road, the mountains stand alone..."

Thinking of leaving my relatives and going to the south of the Yangtze River again, the sadness in my heart became more and more intense.

His eyes were filled with mist, and that trace of ecstasy and bone-crushing longing was like a sharp awl stabbing his heart, causing bone-piercing pain.

"Brother Yang, this poem you recited is so strange. The first part is a five-character poem, so shouldn't the last part also be five-character poems?"

It was a quiet snowy night, and although Yang Fan's voice was low, Cheng Yuzhu and Li Xueyan could hear Yang Fan's whisper clearly.

Yang Fan was not wary of these two little girls at all, and said with a smile: "Poems are used to express aspirations, so how can there be a fixed format? Besides, these lines are not the same poem in the first place..."

Cheng Yuzhu blinked her beautiful eyes: "Brother Yang, the poem 'The moon rises a little, and we are at this moment across the world' is so suitable for the occasion!"

"Although Yuzhu's talent and learning are limited, I still think these two lines of poetry are very good. Brother Yang, why don't you read out the whole poem and listen to it?"

Yang Fan didn't care, and Zangzhuo didn't have to do it in front of the clueless paper girl, so he softly chanted:

"The bright moon rises slightly above us, and we share this moment across the world. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they miss each other at night.

When the candle is extinguished, the compassionate light fills you, and when you put on your clothes, you feel the dew.

I can't bear to give it away, but I still have a good night's sleep..."

This is a poem "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan" by Zhang Jiuling of the Tang Dynasty, which means that the poet misses his relatives far away.

The whole poem is full of emotions when seeing the scenery, and expresses the deep feelings for relatives far away.

This poem is very suitable for Yang Fan's mood at this time, and he also liked this poem very much before, so he chanted it casually.

Cheng Yuzhu looked admiring: "I've never heard of it. Did Brother Yang just write it?"

This time Yang Fan was stunned.

Zhang Jiuling would be born in a few decades. Who said the letter was not written by him?

Seeing Cheng Yuzhu's adoring expression, Yang Fan could only nod his head.

Plagiarism is really the difference between zero and countless plagiarisms. Once this Pandora's box is opened, it will be out of control.

Li Xueyan, perhaps feeling Yang Fan's melancholy, repeated Yang Fan's poem just now:

"Guanzhong is naturally in sorrow and sorrow. When traveling on the ancient road, the mountains stand alone... Is Brother Yang doing this because he is about to leave Chang'an? Will Brother Yang still remember Xueyan after he leaves?"

After saying that, he glanced at Yang Fan with a resentful look, and then turned down the mountain, his whole body filled with a touch of sorrow.

I didn't expect Li Xueyan to be so sensitive and able to understand her own heart.

But since time immemorial, parting has left no regrets. I am going to the south of the Yangtze River, so I don’t need to worry about much right and wrong.

Therefore, Yang Fan could only pretend not to hear.

Li Xueyan didn't get a response from Yang Fan, so she could only bite her lip gently, her big eyes a little blurry, as if she was full of thoughts, but she didn't say anything else.

Of course, Li Jinghuan also noticed the change in his sister's mood. While secretly scolding Yang Fan for not understanding the style, he also felt that this brother was indeed different from ordinary people.

If other people saw such a beautiful girl expressing their feelings, they might have coaxed her with sweet words.

Seeing that Yang Fan didn't respond, he could only smile bitterly and change the subject with a hint of blame: "Brother Yishan, it's getting late now. Let's go to the Taoist temple to find a place to stay. If we go late, others may close the door.

Got it!"

Yang Fan certainly heard Li Jinghuan's complaints, but still had no reaction.

Who can have too many beautiful girls like Li Xueyan, not to mention that Li Xueyan is the famous Princess Wencheng in ancient and modern times.

But now that the women in his family have not completely settled down, how can they possibly flirt with each other and make promises?

Everyone silently returned to the Taoist temple under the moonlight.

At this time, the Taoist temple was closed, and everyone could only let Chai Lingwu with a loud voice call out: "Is there anyone inside? Open the door quickly. Wannian County Magistrate Yang Fan is here to enjoy the snow and wants to stay overnight."

After shouting for a while, a Taoist priest opened the door and stared at the group of people in shock.

Chai Lingwu walked in and said carelessly: "Old Taoist, if you have any good wine or meat, bring it up quickly. I'm hungry."

The old Taoist rubbed his cloudy old eyes and said unhurriedly: "Noble sir, because the mountains are closed by heavy snow, many guests stay here, and the daily consumption is very high. There are only some leftovers and no good wine or food."

Chai Lingwu was immediately dissatisfied and shouted: "You are such a stingy old man. As long as you treat us well, tomorrow I will ask the servant to send you sesame oil money and let you eat wine and meat for a year."

The old Taoist was unmoved and said calmly: "The old Taoist usually eats vegetarian food and really doesn't have food or wine. Moreover, there are so many of you and there are not so many guest rooms here."

Cheng Chumo interjected from the side: "Old Taoist, you don't have to have food and wine, but you have to free up a few rooms today. You can't bear to let the two girls suffer from the cold. In addition, you can make some hot vegetarian meals, right?"

At this time, the old Taoist noticed that Cheng Yuzhu and Li Xueyan were shivering in the cold wind, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Yang Fan stopped the two men from embarrassing Lao Dao and shouted: "Don't bother others, just tell me what you have to say."

After saying that, he turned to the Taoist and said, "Taoist, my brother is a little rude, but he doesn't have any bad intentions. Don't take offense."

"Today we missed the time to enjoy the snow, so we can't go back to the foot of the mountain, so I would like to ask the Taoist priest for his convenience."

"We have a family of women. You can just arrange three rooms for us. I wonder if it would be convenient for me?"

Only then did the old Taoist notice Yang Fan, his eyes flashed unconsciously, and he uttered a few words: "Follow me!"

However, the light in the old Taoist's eyes soon dimmed again, and he looked like his old eyes were dim again.

Walking into the Taoist temple, there are several plum trees on both sides, but the trees are full of plum blossoms that outshine the snow, and there is a faint fragrance that hits your nostrils.

Cheng Yuzhu shouted: "Sister Xueyan, look, it's so beautiful. It's a pity that I can't paint, otherwise if I could paint this scenery, it would be extremely beautiful."

Li Xueyan nodded: "Well, it is very beautiful. What do you think, Brother Yang?"

Before Yang Fan could answer, he heard a voice coming from under the eaves of the Taoist temple: "May I ask if it's Brother Yang?"

Yang Fan looked back in surprise, are there any acquaintances here?

Following the sound, he saw an old Taoist priest standing under the eaves with his hands behind his back.
Chapter completed!
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