As soon as "Qingming" was released, Guan Tongtong's eyes were brilliant.

Chen Zi'ang wrote poems about scenery, objects, and emotions.

For example, "Bu Suanzi. I live in the head of the Yangtze River", such as "Yellow Crane Tower", such as "The Goddess of Luo River"...

But Chen Zi'ang has never written a poem describing the solar terms.

Before entering the study, she thought Chen Zi'ang was writing poems praising heroes and martyrs, but she didn't expect that he would write the solar terms directly.

Such poetry is more popular and more popular.

People nowadays live and work in peace, and few people think of the heroes who sacrificed their lives for the country.

That's too far away from them.

"It's so good!" Guan Dandan looked around. The simpler and more concise the poem, the more it could be circulated.

Life is simple, and the words are too gorgeous, so it cannot be sung.

After all, most people in this world are ordinary.

Guan Tongtong's handwriting is very beautiful and beautiful, just like herself.

Chen Zi'ang remembered this poem for two lifetimes, but he has never liked it so much today.

Because it floats on paper, it is presented in a way that he has never seen before.

The characters are very beautiful.

It may also be love the house and the U.S.

In two months left, Guan Tongtong will be eighteen.

Chen Zi'ang felt that he was becoming more and more impetuous and could not calm down.

After half a month of separation, he saw her again, and the power of the vastness in his body could hardly be controlled.

If Guandan Dan is not here, he will definitely be unable to control it.

"My aunt must like it very much." Guan Tongtong smiled and said, "She has watched your "Yellow Crane Tower" and "Bu Suanzi. I Live in the Head of the Yangtze River" and I have wanted to see you for a long time."

Aunt Guan Tongtong used to be a famous young literary girl. Now she is a little older, but she is still very literary.

"Zi'ang, do you know that my aunt's family has a hotel and a resort in Jiangnan?" Guan Dandan asked curiously.

Chen Zi'ang looked puzzled: "Do your aunt's family still have such an industry?"

"Of course, their family has many hotels. There is a resort called "Xinghua Village" in Jiangnan. I have been there, it is very beautiful." Guan Dandan said.

Chen Zi'ang felt very surprised, such a coincidence.

Guan Tongtong said to her sister: "I told my aunt that Zi'ang wrote this poem just to promote Xinghua Village for them. Have you heard it?"

"Yeah." Guandan Dan nodded repeatedly.

Chen Zi'ang wiped his sweat. It turns out that he is the best girlfriend. He knows how to protect himself.

But he didn't say much. Looking at Guan Tongtong's words, the more he read, the more he felt pleasing to the eye, as if the beauty popped out of her soul.

This poem "Qingming" was written by Du Mu, a writer of the Tang Dynasty in his previous life.

It describes what Du Mu saw in the spring rain in Qingming Festival. The colors are light and the mood is cold, and has always been widely circulated. The first sentence explains the scene, environment, and atmosphere; the second sentence describes the characters, showing the characters' misty and chaotic mood; the third sentence proposes how to get rid of this state of mind; the fourth sentence describes the answer with action, which is the wonderful part of the whole article. The whole poem uses the technique of gradually rising from low to high, and the climax is placed at the end, with a distant and intriguing charm.

Its vernacular translation is: During the Qingming Festival in Jiangnan, the drizzle drizzles, and the people who travel on the road are all depressed and lost. I would like to ask the local people where to buy wine to drown their sorrows? The shepherd boy smiled but did not answer and pointed to Xinghua Mountain Village from afar.

Xinghua Village is a village deep in the apricot blossoms, located in Fengtai Mountain in Qinhuai District, Jinling City.

I don’t know if this resort in my aunt’s house is there, Chen Zi'ang didn’t ask.

Then, the two sisters came over with their brushes, and without Chen Zi'ang's instruction, they drew pictures literally.

A painter is a poet, a shepherd boy riding a cow.

"This is an old Zi'ang!" Guan Dandan laughed. She painted Chen Zi'ang with the style of an ancient literati. She was dressed in white, with long flowing hair, and a fairy-like posture.

Guan Tongtong painted the shepherd boy riding a cow, but before she finished painting, she said to her sister: "Why are you doing the front of the painting? You want to paint the way he communicates with the shepherd boy, and look at the shepherd boy in a bad manner, and start over."

Guandan Dan wanted to refute it, but she was also very frustrated.

Guan Tongtong changed another piece of paper. She was about to write, but Chen Zi'ang reminded: "Draw first, and then write after you finish it."

The two sisters had to draw first.

Guan Dandan continued to paint Chen Zi'ang, while Guan Tongtong continued to paint the shepherd boy riding a cow.

After the painting was completed, the two sisters painted the scenery together, including the Xinghua Village in the distance and the mountains in the further distance.

He has done all the paintings, but when Guan Tongtong wrote, she was not satisfied with the writing, and she did not write well for the first time.

We have to do it all over again.

"Sister, you are so stupid!" Guan Dandan was very unhappy.

"Then you write." Guan Tongtong was also depressed.

"I will not let you write well."

"Then do you have the nerve to talk to me?"

...

The two sisters were quarreling.

Chen Zi'ang looked very happy. No matter how sensible he looked and the person with a good personality, he would still be emotional.

After struggling for the fourth time, the two sisters finally felt satisfied.

"Do you leave it to the second uncle's family?" Guan Dandan asked her sister.

Essay contests and other activities are under the jurisdiction of the second aunt.

"You can't say it's ours, just say it's classmates." Guan Tongtong said, "Stop giving us favorable treatment."

"Okay." Guandan Dan didn't object either.

The two sisters took photos and contributed their articles, but were worried that the organizer would not see it, so they notified their second aunt.

The second aunt was curious and asked Guan Tongtong to send her a copy.

"You can't see it, it's not good if you look." Guan Tongtong refused.

The second aunt was even more curious, but she didn't ask questions, but instead looked for the people below.

Not long after, my second aunt saw the pictures sent by the person below and couldn't help laughing.

Guan Ni'er, the daughter next to her, couldn't help but thrust her head over and looked at her phone: "What's so funny?"

Guan Ni'er went to college in Songjiang Prefecture, but she was about to graduate. She has been internship in Youzhou for the past six months and has only recently started to build an IT company.

"Look at it." The second aunt handed the phone to her daughter.

When Guan Ni'er looked, she found a painting with words and illustrations on it.

"The painting is pretty good." She only looked at the paintings, and the artistic conception was very good.

The villages and apricot blossoms are looming in the distance, and the mountains are even further away...

"Look at the words." The second aunt reminded.

Guan Ni'er then went to read the text.

"A poem?" Guan Ni'er read it: "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are about to break their souls. I'll ask where the restaurant is... Hey, it's very good, this is the so-called poetic and picturesque."

The second aunt smiled and said, "Look at it carefully."

Guan Ni'er looked at the last three words: Chen Zi'ang.

"Damn, what Chen Zi'ang wrote?" Guan Ni'er exclaimed, the poem was signed by "Chen Zi'ang".

It is obvious that it means written by Chen Zi'ang.

"Speaking swear again!" The second aunt raised her eyebrows.

Guan Ni'er stuck out her tongue and looked at the picture carefully.

The more I looked at her, the more surprised she became: "The words seemed to be written by Tongtong. The paintings looked a bit like Dandan, and they looked like Tongtong's paintings."

The second aunt smiled and said, "Your aunt must be very happy to see it."
Chapter completed!