Chapter 1838: Memories of a Lifetime

It was exactly 8:30 in the morning when Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin climbed up Baoshi Mountain.

This time is neither early nor late, but there are already many tourists by the West Lake.

Fortunately, there were not many tourists on Gemstone Mountain, and the two easily grabbed a good seat after climbing the mountain.

The weather is also beautiful, the sun is not out, the clouds are not thick, it is very suitable for taking pictures, and of course it is also suitable for watching the scenery.

"Wow, it's really beautiful." With Luo Ziling's help, Yang Qingyin couldn't help but raised his arms and shouted after climbing to the top of a huge rock, "I can really see the panoramic view of the West Lake."

"Why don't you call Wenqing a little bit?" Luo Ziling teased Yang Qingyin and said, "You are also a talented woman. When a talented person goes to the West Lake, he will say, 'It's okay to go to the mountains in the rain, but it's the beauty of the mountains and the lake.' , if you don’t come with a few poems, isn’t it too cheap?”

"Isn't it raining now?" Yang Qingyin rolled his eyes at Luo Ziling, "Besides, I'm not that talented. Do you think ancient poems are so easy to compose? It seems like you can compose poems."

"Listen, I'll tell you a few words: West Lake is back in spring, and the spring water is green."

"Cut," Yang Qingyin looked contemptuous, "Isn't that Ouyang Xiu's poem? The spring scenery of the West Lake returns, and the spring water is green. .”

Luo Ziling was not annoyed, and continued to brazenly steal other people's poems: "The flowers bloom, the mangroves sing, the grass grows, and the egrets fly around the lake."

"That's a poem by Xu Yuanjie from the Song Dynasty!"

Seeing Yang Qingyin's coquettish and angry face, Luo Ziling couldn't help being in a good mood, and continued to tease Yang Qingyin: "Spring on the lake is like a painting, with chaotic peaks surrounding the level. Songpai Mountain is full of greenery, and the moon is like a bead. Are these sentences good?"

"Isn't there still four more sentences? The early rice is drawn from the thread of the green carpet, and the new bushes are displayed on the green skirt. I failed to throw Hangzhou, half of it is this lake." Yang Qingyin couldn't help laughing, "Bai Juyi Bai Letian's If you dare to steal a masterpiece, are you not afraid that Mr. Le Tian will stand up from the grave and sue you for stealing his copyright?"

"Okay, then I have to come up with a song no matter what." Luo Ziling deliberately pretended to be contemplative, and when Yang Qingyin couldn't help laughing, he read aloud: "South Gaofeng, North Gaofeng, a In the mist of the lake. The sorrow of spring comes to kill people. The man's love is strong, and the concubine's love is strong. Youbi Cheqing Lang Ma Cong meets Jiuli Song. Look, what a good poem, how suitable for the occasion, young master is talented, right?"

"Long Lovesickness Tour to the West Lake is written by Kang Yuzhi, a Song Dynasty poet. You thought it was your own work when you changed the word 'Nong' into the word 'Ren'?" Yang Qingyin looked scornful The taste is stronger,

"Do you think that if you find a poem that most people don't know, you can fool people? Hmph, you are too naive!"

Luo Ziling hugged Yang Qingyin's waist while laughing, pulled her into his arms, and said happily: "Unexpectedly, you know such an unorthodox poem, and you can tell that I changed a word." Awesome, my admiration for you is as endless as the water of the West Lake..."

Luo Ziling's words made Yang Qingyin burst into laughter. She broke free from Luo Ziling's arms, stood facing him, tilted her head, and said playfully, "It seems that the ancient poems you memorized There are quite a few, or else, go to those little girls in the Chinese department, maybe it will be useful!"

"Come on," Luo Ziling stretched out his hand and scratched Yang Qingyin's nose, "you are jealous, you actually encouraged me to kidnap girls, you obviously have bad intentions. Also, the young master is already so famous now, so you can show it wherever you want Really, beautiful girls don't cry and throw themselves into their arms? Does it need to be so complicated if you want to lie to a girl?"

"Hmph," Yang Qingyin rolled her eyes, stretched out her foot and kicked Luo Ziling again, and said with a little annoyance, "I know you are a big-hearted radish, and you are very charming, okay?"

"Okay, okay, don't be jealous, hurry up and paint while there are not many tourists, it will take several hours!" Luo Ziling grabbed Yang Qingyin's arm and pulled him to the other side.

Ye Xiaoli, who followed, has already set up a painting case in a place with the best location, waiting for Yang Qingyin to start working.

A few tourists looked here and there curiously, and stopped to watch after seeing someone setting up a painting table.

When they came out today, Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin both dressed themselves up ugly, and both wore a pair of big glasses and hats. Basically no one could recognize them, and they couldn't even see whether they were beautiful or not. ugly.

It's also less hassle.

"I'm in a good mood, I can paint," Yang Qingyin said to Luo Ziling with a smile on his face when he walked to the painting table, "You are not allowed to make trouble, and you are not allowed to make trouble."

"I respect the queen's order!" Luo Ziling made an exaggerated gesture, which made Yang Qingyin laugh again.

After washing his hands, Yang Qingyin bent over his desk to paint while Luo Ziling watched.

Yang Qingyin's painting is a Chinese landscape painting, and Luo Ziling is familiar with the painting technique, but what he didn't expect was that Yang Qingyin's painting was not muddled at all, very bold and grand, with the rapid movement of the pen in her hand, the West Lake Mountains and waters appear indistinctly.

Luo Ziling's bodyguards, Yang Xiaodong and the others were watching from the sidelines while preventing other tourists from approaching.

But the place where they paint is relatively low, and the tourists behind stand on a high place and can also see the process of painting.

As a result, some good people stood on a high place, zoomed in on the camera or mobile phone camera in their hands, took pictures and sent them to Moments.

These photos in the circle of friends attracted a lot of crowds and admiration. After seeing these photos, some tourists in Hangzhou went to Baoshi Mountain to join in the fun. In the end, even the police were alarmed---the crowd watching the excitement Too much.

After about an hour and a half, Yang Qingyin finally finished the work, and what Luo Ziling presented was a beautiful landscape painting.

"Why do you think the painting is more beautiful than your current person?" Luo Ziling joked, "This painting must be kept carefully, maybe it can be sold for a good price in the future."

"The little girl's painting is ready, please ask Mr. Luo to inscribe it." Yang Qingyin held back a smile, saluted Luo Ziling, and made a gesture of invitation, "What poem are you going to write?"

"I'll think about it," Luo Ziling thought for a while, then picked up his pen, and wrote an inscription on Yang Qingyin's painting.

Yang Qingyin stood aside, with a faint smile on her face, watching Luo Ziling write.

Those curious tourists also looked at Luo Ziling splashing ink with surprised eyes.

Seeing the words on the painting clearly through the lens of the mobile phone, a person began to read softly:

The first state in the southeast, the West Lake has been beautiful since ancient times.

There are pavilions near the dike, boats and pavilions, and tourists sing.

Ten miles of lotus, three autumn osmanthus, and four mountains are clear and emerald.

To travel south for a hundred years, a hero for a while, forget all his life ambitions.

It's a pity that the sky is spinning and the times are different. Who should I owe the shame?

Climbing to the shape wins, sentimental about the past and present, and displaying heroic spirit.

Hercules push mountains, Heaven and Wu move water, and make agricultural and mulberry fields.

Borrowing the tide of the Qiantang to wash it all for the king, General Yue tears!

But the people who read it don't know whose poem it is. This is not a well-known masterpiece.

"Shuilongyin. West Lake Nostalgia" written by Chen Dewu in the late Southern Song Dynasty, although it can't be compared with Liu Yong's "Wang Haichao", but the taste is also good." After writing, Luo Ziling threw away the pen, and then smiled and said to Yang Qingyin: "Painting and writing on the gem mountain, surrounded by many people, are we a little too rampant?"

"It's very beautiful, isn't it?" Yang Qing looked at Luo Ziling with a bright smile, "Don't you think today is a memorable day?"

"Well, it's very memorable," Luo Ziling looked at Yang Qingyin affectionately: "A memory for a lifetime!"

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