Expanded "Jiangnan Feng Li Turtle Year" Expanded "Jiangnan Feng Li Turtle Year"

------ Pinglu Third Middle School 287 Zhao Wenshuo

Trees are green and flowers are in full bloom. On such a peachy and willowy day, I walked the streets with infinite sadness in my heart. Suddenly, a bleak piano sound drifted into my ears. I was shocked, how could the melody of this piano sound be so familiar? Who played this? I stopped to listen and couldn't help but fall into thought.

The politics of the Tang Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty created an era of singing and dancing, and I am a famous poet of this era. I was very valuable and often wrote poetry in the mansions of the royal family.

Once, I was going to write poetry in the house of Li Fan, the younger brother of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang. I strode into the house, the pond pavilion water pavilion, pavilions, rockeries... What a beautiful sight. I sorted out the corners of my clothes and walked into the hall, but I saw that several people were already singing for King Qi. The music is melodious and goes around the beam for three days. I looked at the "protagonist" there, and he actually realized something and turned back to look at me. I stared at him and silently wrote down what he looked like.

Since then, I have met the musician many times in the house of King Qi. Even In front of Tang Xuanzong's favorite courtier, Cui Jiu, he could collide with him, Li Guinian. That's why I learned of his origins and became friends with him. We met and socialized many times in the places where celebrities and rioters gathered.

The "Anshi Rebellion" broke out, and it threw people into the abyss of war. Poetry began to become worthless, no one bought my poems, my value was reduced, and my life began to become miserable. It turned out that I, who enjoyed the glory and wealth and belonged to the social elites, became poor and ragged, and it was a naked waste. Mentioning this, it inevitably evokes my fond memories of the past.

I woke up from my contemplation, looked around at the collapsed houses and beautiful Jiangnan scenery, sighed deeply, and walked toward the street in search of a hoarse song. I came to a shady and dilapidated alley and saw only a small restaurant deep in the alley. At this point the singing grew louder, and I picked up my pace. Closer, closer, it turned out that the song came from the small restaurant, and there were only a few customers in the shop, gathered around to watch a wretched singer.

I walked over and looked at the man. He was sitting in a pile of thatch, as ragged as I was, clothes that could no longer be called clothes, only one shoe, a pair of eyes covered with blood under his unkempt hair, and a tattered piano in his hand, and was singing with all his might.

I fixed my eyes on the man, who seemed to be familiar, but corresponding to his image, my memory was blank. It took half a day to remember, wasn't he exactly the year of Li Gui, who was full of vigor and unlimited scenery? At this time, he also recognized me, and tears flowed from his cloudy eyes.

Unexpectedly, the old people who were exiled in Jiangnan could be reunited. We hugged each other and sighed, drank a glass of turbid wine together, and couldn't help but burst into tears. At the time of parting, my heart was full of emotions, so I took up my pen and wrote: It is common in the qi king's house, and Cui Jiutang smelled it several times before. It is the good scenery of Jiangnan, and the flower fall season is also the king.