I hope Zhou Zhi has a reasonable idea, so he specially invited Chen Jian's famous inscription. Spreading the painting on the wide table, I saw the distant mountains with Dai, the clear river, the green willows crying on the shore, and a group of young women standing there as if to say goodbye to the passengers on board. Sadness is all in silence, and other feelings overflow in the picture scroll, which immediately triggers inspiration. But knowing that he was a miser, Zhu said, "I am a villain first, then a gentleman, and my poem has been decided." Now I write a sentence, you have to give me a silver ingot, or I will give up my pen! " Helpless hope is known that the money has been prepared. Chen Jian began to write while chanting: "A willow tree in the east, bring money!" Zhu hurriedly handed him a silver ingot. Chen took it and put it in his arms. He continued to write a poem: "A willow tree in the west …" Zhu handed him another piece of silver. "A willow tree in the south …", "A willow tree in the north …" Zhu reluctantly took out the fourth piece of silver and said sadly, "A piece of silver buys you a willow tree. Your willow tree is too valuable! Do you think my money is easy to earn? " * E8 w" u ^/ s# q* Q* H
Chen Jianxiao said, "Your money is stained with the blood and sweat of ordinary people. What, don't you feel good? Well, I'll give you the rest for nothing. " So he dipped in ink, picked up a pen and left, in one go, and then recited it with great emotion: "Willow, willow, is inextricably linked with tenderness, so you can't tie Langzhou to sorrow."
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Hearing this, Zhu Yi, who is proficient in pen and ink, hurried forward to watch. Indeed as expected, poetic, pen and ink overflowing. Although he was heartbroken by his own money, he had to praise repeatedly: "Good poem! Good poem! "