? When I arrived at Jinbei Mountain and entered the antique street, I felt a sense of culture. Go to the end of the street and the teacher's shop is in front of you. When I walked in, there were two words written by the teacher on the book case, one of which was "Moonlight as Water" written by the teacher, which was my screen name and my favorite artistic conception. I don't know calligraphy, and I dare not even comment. I just feel that the word is unfolding before my eyes and the moonlight has spread in my heart.
? I haven't seen Mr. Du for a long time. I just want to have a closer look at his calligraphy and painting, but I dare not dream of his Mo Bao. I have always felt that artists are lofty, but I didn't expect teachers to be so approachable and enthusiastic.
Teacher Du is a person who knows life. When he went to eat, he brought a bottle of homemade wine. Holding the glass, looking at the crystal wine, shaking it gently, without tasting it, I have been a little intoxicated. Feeling is the soul of grape dancing. The crystal-clear and round grapes absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon, and were hidden in the jar by a pair of skillful hands full of poetry and calligraphy, as if hiding a beautiful dream. Seriously, looking at the swaying roses in the goblet, I really want to write a poem, but unfortunately I can't combine the sentences that match it. Then take a sip of this poetic bar. .
? Listening to the relaxed and humorous conversation between Mr. Du and Li Yang, holding this bottle of homemade wine, it feels like dreaming, even like dreaming. I don't know how much I drank. When I feel a little dizzy, I am still telling myself that even if I am really drunk, I should finish the wine in the cup. How many times have I poured wine on the wine table? No matter how others advised me, I never touched it. No matter how expensive the wine is, I don't think it's a pity to pour it. However, facing Mr. Du's wine this time, I felt that wasting a drop on me was a waste of time, so when I felt that I couldn't drink any more, I was so scared that I quickly hid the cup, because once one of them poured me another cup, I would not hesitate to drink it.
When I was leaving, Mr. Du said that I had contacted Mr. and Mr. Zhi Feng and asked me to meet them later. To tell the truth, I have admired Jie Feng for a long time, but I have never met him. As early as in high school, he was a poet I admired. Now I can meet Mr. Jie Feng, which is also worthy of my love for poetry. Teacher Li Qingyun, Vice Chairman of Writers' Association, published novels "The Storm in a Small Town" and "Xihuai Village". I have also read some of his short stories. In the forum, I felt the teacher's personality charm. As a big family, he is always so humble. He posted a series of pictures of the World Expo pavilions in the Book Gallery. I deleted some heavy photos for him. This is my copy as a moderator. I was quite moved at that time. Mr. Du told me that Mr. Li would bring his own wine. He is a master brewer. I remembered that Mr. Zhi Feng once said that Mr. Li was a village winemaker. He said that every autumn, friends around him have a wish, that is, they must drink Li Qingyun's own wine. Mr. Feng said that not many people can drink the wine brewed by Mr. Li's manual workshop. The main reason is that winemakers are very picky about drinkers, they can't buy them with money, and their status is not recognized, so they are proud to drink Mr. Li's wine. Teacher Xie Feng once described in poetic language that "in a transparent glass, friendship, literature and wine will be like a warm dream, rising with the local accent." I want to taste Miss Li's wine and meet her.
So I stayed. I met Miss Li for the first time. After being introduced, Miss Li was very kind, which made me less embarrassed at first. Teacher Du jokingly complained that Miss Li didn't bring me a copy of her book. The teacher said, why don't you go home and buy me one? Sorry, I don't want the teacher to go home again. He said his home was near the hotel, and then he insisted on going downstairs. When he gave me Xihuaizhuang, my hand was not only filled with a book, but also with the enthusiasm of the teacher. I am very touched. I don't know how to describe my feelings. How dare I let the teacher go to so much trouble? It is said that swords are given to heroes. That is to say, only heroes will not let the sword be buried. The teacher's book is also a sword for ten years. Although I am not a hero, I will read it with my heart. Only in this way can I deserve the teacher's love.
Moved by the opposition, two more people came. They are greeting each other. I know that one of them is Xu Xiangfeng, a poet, and the other is Jie Feng, an amiable and personable teacher. This is the poet I admired in my high school days, and this is the great poet of Changyuan who I was proud of in my college days. I especially remember that whenever Yanjin students show off Liu Zhenyun as a writer, others are silent, and only I will proudly show them Jie Feng's poems. This time, when he really stood before my eyes, I didn't even dare to say hello. When the teacher found me greeting me kindly, I felt that everything was like a dream, and even answering the teacher's questions was almost incoherent. Haven't I always been glib? why ...
? They are tasting the wine brewed by Mr. Li and Mr. Du, saying that the color and taste of Mr. Du are different. Feeling drunk, I didn't dare to drink too much, so I poured a glass of Li Ji at the teacher's suggestion. Several teachers chatted casually while eating, and I seldom moved chopsticks. I am listening attentively to their conversation. People say that the spiritual feast of spiritual food is really reasonable, although I listened to the teachers' relaxed and humorous conversation. During the dinner, we talked about poetry reading and singing. Several masters decided to jointly set up a poetry reading club. Seeing them in high spirits, I was thinking that when many people are rampaging in a materialistic world, only they insist on inheriting civilization and culture, and it is because of their persistence that the world can have a home where our souls live.
? At the end of the party, I said goodbye to the teacher one by one. I went home with a book soaked in ink. After washing, I turned on the computer to record my mood. At this moment, I am really drunk. I don't know whether I am drunk in the rich wine fragrance or in this scholarly cultural atmosphere. ...
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? This morning, I met an elegant and intellectual lady who participated in the exchange meeting of "The Chef and Poems from afar". She said her name was Yan Li. When she talked about reading and educating children, her tone of voice was very slow, which fascinated me. I thought to myself, this woman is really unusual. She must have been born in a scholarly family and was deeply influenced by books since she was a child. Everyone must know who said something about her father. I suddenly thought of a name-Li Qingyun. She should be Miss Li's daughter. Sure enough, the exchange meeting was over, which confirmed my guess.
? After many years, I still remember the once-in-a-lifetime meeting with Mr. Li. A few years ago, Mr Li gave me a book. Today, his daughter Yan Li gave me a Fan Deng study card, which really makes me feel sorry. I have nothing to report. I must study hard.