Preface Looking back, it has been a hundred years 11

When Li wanted to climb the five-story pavilion of the Yellow Crane Tower, he saw that there were eight people on the west window of the hall facing the Yangtze River, but it was divided into three. There are two tables in the southeast. People around the age of 40 wear gray cotton-padded robes. The other younger ones sat under them and leaned against the window to meditate on the wine glass. Seeing him coming up, they only looked at him and turned their faces to enjoy the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River and the waves of the Yangtze River, as if they were writing poems in different rhyme.

Another middle-aged man moved his seat and sat in the outer corridor, leaning on the railing to see the river.

An uncle sat at a table under the west wall. He was dressed strangely. He only wore a blue poplin jacket, a blue buckle vest, and a long sword hanging around his waist. He drank alone. He was really an ancient and elegant and elegant figure. Seeing that Song Jiaoren and Li Xiang came upstairs, he nodded affectionately and said, "Brother Dunchu, several people over there are chanting poems. Why don't you sit here together?" He asked Li with a smile, "This brother dares to ask your surname and Tai Fu. There is a rhyme over there, why don't you sit here?"

"Thank you very much," Li thought. He was welcome and smiled as he sat down, "No, Li thought. Do you dare to ask your surname, Taifu?"

The two are really familiar, unruly and smelly. They don't need Song Jiaoren's introduction at all. They also find their own seats.

Li Xiang has a good impression on this uncle. He is elegant in a green shirt, like Li Xunhuan or Erlang God played by Jiao Meiren, with his own chic aura.

The uncle was very free and easy. He said with a smile, "It's not just Chen Zuoxin."

Li Xiang's eyes also jumped. As soon as he sat down and bounced up, his eyes looked at Chen Zuoxin from top to bottom. He hurriedly said, "Looking for a long time, looking for a long time!"

He is the legendary eight-day governor of Hunan, Chen Zuoxin! He is rich in artistic genius and excellent in poetry. This person is also good at Danqing seal engraving, wedding wine and big words, and is very arrogant and elegant.

Li Xiang nodded and shook his head, sighing that only such a character can create such an excellent temperament.

Seeing Li Xiang's face of fuss, several characters in the west window turned to look at him, and then sat back to the table, eating wine as if no one was around. Song Jiaoren also looked at him twice. This guy likes to be surprised. Everyone sitting here is surprised.

Wind and cloud meeting, wind and cloud meeting! There is no need to ask more questions. Li Xiang also knows that all the people sitting here are bigwigs of 1911, Chu Tianhaojie. When he met such a grand event, he suddenly became heroic. Li wanted to pat the table and shouted, "Xiao Er! Take a jar of Lao Shao wine, and then ask for four plates of wine dishes... more exquisite."

Several people on the southeast table are thinking bitterly. They suddenly heard Li want to ask for wine and vegetables loudly. They didn't realize that they were disgusted. Don't turn around and don't say anything.

"Mr. Li is really massive. Can he eat so much?" Chen Zuoxin asked while drinking.

Li Xiang laughed and said, "There are brothers in the four seas. They are all in the same seat and should drink together. You're welcome, Mr. Chen, Mr. Song, Mr. Jiang, Mr. Du, it's my treat today.

Chen Zuoxin smiled and got up to give everyone a big smile, "Your wine and dishes are not served yet. Drink mine first."

Wu Ciyou drank it with a smile, put down the cup and said, "Mr. Chen is also a talent! Just eat. If you are drunk, learn from Li Taibai and sleep on the street!"

Chen Zuoxin was slightly stunned. The more he looked at Li, the more pleasing he was. Li Bai, who traveled around the world with a sword, was his favorite great poet. He turned to a smile and said, "Okay! Don't get drunk and don't come back!"

"Mr. Li, I am inviting guests at the Yellow Crane Tower today. The visitors are guests. Please enjoy the wine and food." This middle-aged man wears a moon-white robe and has his own elegance.

"Mr. Liu Xinsheng, today's master." Song Jiaoren stood up and introduced.

He can build a commercial street named after himself in Hankou, and he is a well-deserved real estate king in the late Qing Dynasty. But I have seen more historical celebrities and have immunity. Li wants to have a very intimate relationship. This is the God of Wealth, and he can squeeze out oil by grabbing a handful of mud under his feet.

At this time, the misty rain outside the building is like a dream, and the sky and the earth are hazy. The water of the Yangtze River turns here and goes north.

Li Xiang suddenly took a glass of wine and walked out of the outer corridor of the five-story hall. He looked around and had a wide view. Overlooking here, the scenery on both sides of the river is refreshing and refreshing. If the Yangtze River, Han River, East Lake, South Lake and the star-studded lake are regarded as continuous waters, the urban land is a floating island dotted on the water, and the three towns of Wuhan are three cities floating on the water. On this magnificent water, there is a middle ridge that is particularly prominent, like a dragon and a tiger. From west to east, Meizi Mountain, Turtle Mountain, Snake Mountain, Hong Mountain, Luojia Mountain, Mo Mountain, Yujia Mountain, etc. are distributed in turn. This series of ridges are like dragons. Yujia Mountain, the first peak in Wuhan urban area, is the dragon head, and the Meizi Mountain lying in the Moon Lake is the dragon tail. This is the geographical vein of Wuhan. The Yellow Crane Tower is located on the waist of the dragon. Riding the dragon in the sky, taking advantage of the situation, this kind of location of Yellow Crane Tower seems to reveal

The ancient feng shui can be told of some mystery and achievement. At this moment, it's really amazing to stand on the top of the Yellow Crane Tower and overlook all this.

Chen Zuoxin also followed, leaning on the railing, shaking the wine in the pot with one hand and the wine in the other. Seeing that Li wanted to see it in a daze, he smiled and said, "Mr. Li, why don't you sing the last song with such a good scenery?"

Li Xiang smiled and waved his hand and said, "There is a poetry altar over there!" Seeing that the altar is about to open, let's listen to them, enjoy the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and listen to everyone's poems. How can it be like this!"

Chen Zuoxin turned his face and saw a gentleman standing by the window holding his beard in his hand and waving his head and chanting:

Idlely caressing the seven strings to express the hatred,

The voice resented the invasion of the four people,

A peach blossom Bu Tianxin,

Ask when you can rent the surrounding area,

Return to the old owner?

As soon as the chant fell, Song Jiaoren had already stood up and said with a smile, "When can I rent the surrounding land and take it back to the old owner? Tan Ren's temper has not been eliminated. As soon as this poem is released, how many hot-blooded young people will be fierce?"

Hearing the three words "Tan Renfeng", Li Xiang's eyes lit up, and he didn't expect to meet a senior figure of the famous alliance here.

Chen Zuoxin, while brewing wine for Li Xiang, whispered and asked, "These bad old men chant a poem, and they also have to show their worries about the country and the people. I really don't know how to be tired?"

He is really unruly, and he doesn't even give Tan Renfeng's face. Li wanted to laugh and said, "Singing is a song."

Chen Zuoxin smiled and said, "This is true, but how many poems have come from ancient times to the present. If all the poems are all poems, how can they be read? The important thing is that the feelings are in the heart, the ambition is in the words, either in the mountains and rivers, or in the flowers and months.

Li wants to agree with this, just like the pop songs of later generations, which are all love, and it's boring to listen to too much.

Tan Renfeng listened to Song Jiaoren's words and said with a smile, "Dunchu, it's your turn!"

It seems that today's anti-clearing secret meeting will become a poetry meeting, and it will not refuse, "Okay, the wine order is greater than the military order, so I will stink." He said:

The remnant moon has been lonely for a lifetime,

The ruthless world hates He Ping;

Changshan Festival finally calls for thieves,

The cliff sea storm lost reinforcements.

There are two rooms that leave righteousness,

Kongjiao has a British name for thousands of years.

It's hard to get back to the sad Han room,

Blood-stained cuckoo tears.

Mr. Haitian Cup Wine Hanging,

The situation is flat.

Unfortunately, Wenshan is difficult to save the country,

Multi-talented Wu Mu actually knows the soldiers.

Sixty-year-old dream of growing up,

It has been famous for thousands of years.

I hate that I haven't joined the army,

The head is priceless and crying silently.

Its poetry, blue-blooded elixir heart, and powerful.

"'The sad way to the Han Dynasty is hard to recover' says the hardships of the revolutionary cause. The first brother always loses the nature of the revolutionary party. Liu Xinsheng smiled and said, then turned to Chen Zuoxin in the corridor and said, "It's time to listen to you."

"Okay, I'll make a fool of myself!" Chen Zuoxin was very cheerful. He laughed and stood up and said to Li Xiang, "Brother, bring two bowls of wine. Let's join in the fun. Their poems are too dull. They have failed to live up to the misty rain south of the Yangtze River and the beautiful scenery!"

Li wanted to nod, but these poems were ambitious, but there was no bold poem compared with the great man's poem. Therefore, Li wanted to hear these poems again, but he was not interested at all.

After Chen Zuoxin said, he poured out three bowls of wine from the altar and took a bowl over this table and chanted:

What is the most important thing in life, only this area color and name.

A few people at the table here, unexpectedly, others are worried about the country and the people, but he is full of wind and snow. However, they all knew that Chen Zuoxin's nature was so wild and unruly that he walked over with wine and continued to chant:

If the two ends are in a hurry, you are willing to turn the bronze elephant easily.

He laughed loudly.

Li Xiang couldn't help clapping and laughing, "Real name, self-introversion!"

was eye-catching, and Song Jiaoren and others also clapped their hands and applauded.

Chen Zuoxin raised his glass and drank it all. He smiled and said, "Mr. Li, it's your turn."

Li Xiang has a good appetite for him today. Now I just want to see how his literary talent is?

Li Xiang's hand holding the wine glass froze, and he swallowed all the wine in his throat and felt unspeakable. Where can he recite the right poem? He will eat, drink and have fun!

A pair of eyes in the hall are all focused on him, and the corners of his mouth seem to be smiling. They want to see his jokes. The boy shouted when he entered the Yellow Crane Tower. He was more wild than Chen Zuoxin, a madman. I thought Li Xiang was really talented, but now looking at his dumbfounded appearance, the original arrogance is that he doesn't know the depth of heaven and earth.

Seeing their laughing faces, Li thought that he was really uncomfortable. He was despised and looked down on people by them. Li wanted to turn his eyes and gritted his teeth.

Li wanted to drink all the wine, like a flame into his throat, laughing and chanting:

It was when God had something to do, and he came to the southern country to step on the branches.

The green pine is angry to the sky, and the defeated leaves gallop with the blue water.

A gust of wind and thunder shocked the world, and the streets were full of red and green flags.

Listening to the rain quietly, the people of the country have something to think about.

The poem of the great leader is not the one with the highest artistic feelings, but it is very in line with the current artistic conception, and it is better than the poems of several revolutionary predecessors. After Li wanted to recite it, he was a little complacent.

At this time, everyone was already dazzled and couldn't be envious.

Seeing that Li Xiang was proud, Song Jiaoren was really a madman with Chen Zuoxin. He couldn't help taking a look at Tan Renfeng. Tan Renfeng's appreciative gaze annotated Li Xiang. Seeing Song Jiaoren looking at him, he quickly whispered, "It's really a literary style. 'a gust of wind and thunder shocked the world' has two meanings, that is, he is an ambitious person, and a metaphor that China will stand in the forest of the world's nations after the baptism of revolution. It's not easy to write such a far-reaching poem in a hurry. I don't know where you came from such a character?"

"I met him on the street," Song Jiaoren smiled and played with the wine glass in his hand. "I think his sentence has a third meaning."

"Oh?" Tan Renfeng asked curiously, "Reconciliation?"

Song Jiaoren said neatly, "When I met him on the street, he recommended himself to me. I suspect that he has seen that the tide is about to rise. Such a smart person is looking at the posture of the Yellow Crane Tower. He doesn't know the lofty ambition in your poems? In my opinion, the third level means that our righteousness this time will definitely shock the world.

Liu Xinsheng laughed and got up and said, "There is such a talented person in Chudi. I really have no eyes. Mr. Li - please sit down! Xiao Er! Serve wine, good wine! No, go to Laofen wine! Go to the store to store Laoer's treasured Laofen wine.

Those brothers who despised him looked at each other very awkwardly.

Li Xiang laughed wildly and said, "Words are not enough. A conceited and unruly talent, studied literature, martial arts and art, traveled all over China and the West, and came up with a strategy to save the country and the people. After returning to China, he wanted to show his strengths and do a great job of earth-shaking, saving the country and the people. Who ever thought of inviting this name today?

Li Xiang is complaining about this. He is a traveler who knows five thousand years ago and a hundred years ago. He is a prophet of history and has a figure who destroys the balance of history. He should not be valued, but because a plagiarized poem was praised as a guest.

Song Jiaoren thought that he was absolutely talking about the way to save the country and the people. Zeng Guofan, Li Hongzhang, Kang Youwei, Liang Qichao, Sun Yat-sen and Huang Xing were just constantly exploring this road, but he dared to say the strategy of saving the country and the people! Crazy ears. Li Bai has hundreds of wine fighting poems, and I haven't heard of him any plan to save the country and the people? Lixiang is also a crazy man of big words. Again, he goes crazy with wine, that is, he wants to attract attention and make a splash... Maybe it's more about his eager self-effictive heart in front of him, a typical hot-blooded young man, perhaps more literary style than ordinary hot-blooded young people. Of course, he is also a smart person, otherwise he could write such wonderful poems?

Chen Zuoxin's eyes came out with light. He was simply a pair of mung beans. He whispered in Song Jiaoren's ear, "Dou Chu, this man is a great talent. When we wait for the plot, we will ask him to refer to one or two details, which is also an extra arm.

Song Jiaoren's heart thumped and gave Chen Zuoxin a blank look. He really looked up to Li Xiang and shook his head and said, "This matter is very important. After all, I don't know the root of it."

"Let's see if he has a plan to save the country and the people." Tan Renfeng interrupted.

"Okay, I'll test him well." Song Jiaoren nodded and said to Li Xiang, "You claim to have a plan to save the country and the people. After Xiantong Zhongxing, the world was at peace, and the imperial court was also refreshed and constitutional to open the National Assembly. The country is prosperous and the people are safe. Why do you need to save the country and the people?