Meng Po, come to the soup!
Original: Impression Taoyuan
I love codewords. Originally written in scripts, now written on a computer. In particular, since the advent of computers, codewords are more diligent. From forums, blogs to WeChat public accounts, codewords have become a daily life.
I have many netizens, their screen names are various, Dongting Old Wolf, Liushenlei, Ten Years of Chopping Wood, Dreaming into the Divine Machine, Please Call Me Liu Gongzi... Wait a minute. Today, let's talk about one of my closest netizens, he called: "Meng Po, come to the bowl of soup." ”
I asked Du Niang what Meng Po soup meant, and replied that Meng Po soup is a kind of tea soup in ancient Chinese folklore that can forget all troubles, memories, love and hate. I think it should be similar to "Forgotten Water".
Give me a glass of loveless water / Exchange me for a night without tears / All sincerity / Let it rain and wind / The love paid cannot be recovered... Meng Po soup also has a song: If there is really a kind of water / can make me drink without getting drunk / then maybe there is a kind of tear / can make me shed without sadness / always see love too perfect / that feeling of gambling / lost the promise of the previous life in this life / only to find that the water has quietly turned into tears...
"Meng Po, come to the bowl of soup" real name is Li Jianguo, I know him because he also writes poetry, and writes a lot and well, and because he drinks. I admire people who drink alcohol and do not get fat, "Meng Po, come to the bowl of soup" is this kind of person, he likes to drink, and when he reaches the age of retirement, he does not gain weight, has a big nose, and is a rich face.
When we come to earth, we are indispensable to deal with many troubles in the world. Once I have troubles, I will think of Lao Li and his screen name: Meng Po, come to a bowl of soup. Silently drained this bowl of soup in my heart. More often than not, I would make appointments with him.
My stronghold is nothing more than Shaping and the county seat. He also likes to go to Shaping and has written a lot of poems about Shaping Ping, let's first enjoy "Seven Laws Shaping Xinyue Village Visiting Friends":
The rain washes the dust and the nine yuqing, and the layers of forests are green and wild.
Half a stream of autumn water singing tunes, all the way to the flow of flowers to welcome customers.
Full of table mountain treasures to hook the appetite, three jugs of fine wine.
Waking up drunk today is not about alcohol, it should be a hometown feeling.
Only if the interests and hobbies are similar, "smell the same", will walk together, Jianguo brother is also a leg player, likes to sass everywhere, he also likes fishing, especially sea fishing. It was only when he returned home that we had a chance to get together. In autumn, he writes autumn. Writing poetry is laborious, but it ensures that the mind is flexible.
The reeds are pale, the grass is yellow and yellow, the clouds are high and autumn looks like thousands of miles, the rice waves are thousands of bursts of incense, and the five blessings of the five blessings descend from the sky. Mu Qiuguang, the heart is more (hearty).
Love your hometown and write brightly. Only love will be poetic. Just like me, "Impression of the Taoyuan", the brushstrokes have never left the Taoyuan. Take a look at Lao Li's Taocheng:
A thousand autumn colors moisturize the peach city, and thousands of clear waves shine in Yuqing.
The shore willow loves smoke and floats, and the flowers bloom with beads.
Hongqiao extradited Zheng Hongyuan, and Guyi competed for glory.
The ten-mile causeway opened the picture, and the street was bustling.
The smoke is gone, and the fragrance of the lotus pond has not disappeared.
The willow wind turns the leaves in the west, and the cicadas sing by the old trees.
The rice grain is paved with the pastoral color, and the mountains and wild are delicate.
Intended to be like Lanting indulged in wine, leisure has been stirred up by light autumn.
If a place has a soul, then the soul of Taoyuan culture should be poetry. Because the words "Taoyuan" come from Tao Yuanming's "Peach Blossom Source Poems and Preface", we often only remember the preface and forget the poem: the Huan clan chaos the sky, and the sages avoid the world. Huang Qi's Shang Shan, Yiren also passed away. The past is immersed in oblivion, and the path is wasted. Xiangmei farmed wantonly, and the sun entered from the rest...
Poetry and wine are indeed pleasures on earth. How can you write good poetry without drinking? Brother Jianguo and I are less than 500 meters apart, and both of them have a small wine cellar in the house. I really want to change his screen name to:
Meng Po, come to the bowl of wine!
[Three-point banditry, half a scholar practicing swords]
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Xianyuan people, the original intention is there! Great sympathy.