Chapter 1838: 1 lifetime memory

When Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin boarded the gem mountain, it was exactly 8:30 in the morning.
This time is neither early nor late, but there are already many tourists on the West Lake.
Fortunately, there are not many tourists on Gem Mountain. After the two climbed the mountain, they easily grabbed a good position.
Tiangong is also beautiful. There is no sun and 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," Yang Qingyin couldn't help raising his arms after climbing to the top of a huge rock with the help of Luo Ziling, "I can really see the panoramic view of West Lake."
"Why don't you call it a little bit more youthful?" Luo Ziling quipped Yang Qingyin: "Well, you are also a talented woman. When someone goes to the West Lake, she will chant,'You don't hate traveling in the mountains in the rain, but you are in the mountains and lakes.' , If you don’t have a few poems, is it too cheap?"
"Isn't it raining now?" Yang Qingyin crossed his eyes and Luo Ziling, "Moreover, I am not so good at learning. Archaic poems do you think are so good? It seems that you can make poems."
"Listen, Xiaoye would like to give you a few words: West Lake returns to the spring, and the spring water is green."
"Cut," Yang Qingyin looked contemptuous, "Isn't that a poem by Ouyang Xiu? The spring scenery of West Lake returns, the spring water is green. The fragrance is rotten, and the east wind is like grits. It is really embarrassing for you to be cheeky as your own poem. ."
Luo Ziling was not annoyed, and continued to steal other people's poems cheeky: "Flowers bloom with red trees and chaotic warblers, and egrets fly on the grass in Changping Lake."
"That's a poem by Xu Yuanjie in the Song Dynasty!"
Seeing Yang Qingyin's sorrowful face, Luo Ziling couldn't help feeling very good, and continued to tease Yang Qingyin: "Spring on the lake is like a picture, chaotic peaks surround the horizontal paved. The Songpai mountain surface is thousands of green, and the moon is dotted with a bead. Are these few sentences good?"
"Isn't there four more sentences? The blue carpet thread draws early rice, and the Qingluo skirt shows Xinpu. If you can't toss to Hangzhou, half of your stay is this lake." Yang Qingyin couldn't help laughing, "Bai Juyi and Bai Letian If you dare to misappropriate a masterpiece, you are not afraid of Master Lotte turning over from the grave and accusing you of stealing his copyright?"
"Well, then I have to think of a song anyway," Luo Ziling deliberately pretended to be contemplative, and when Yang Qingyin couldn't help but want to laugh, he read aloud: "South Peak, North Peak, a piece of The lake is in the mist. The spring comes to sorrow and kill. The Lang will be strong, the concubine will be strong. Youbi Che is light and horse Cong, meet Jiuli Song. Look, how good a poem is, how suitable the scene, the young master is talented?"
""Sauvignon Blanc: A Tour to the West Lake" is a poem by Kang Yu, a poet of the Song Dynasty. If you change one of the characters'Nong' to'人', you think it is your own work?" Yang Qingyin looked contemptuously The taste is stronger, "Do you think that by finding a poem that most people don't know, you can be fooled? Humph, you are too naive!"
Luo Ziling laughed and hugged Yang Qingyin's waist, pulled her into his arms, and said happily: "Unexpectedly, you know such a partial poem, and you can still hear that I changed a word. Great, my admiration for you is as endless as the water of the West Lake..."
Luo Ziling's words made Yang Qingyin amused and laughed, she broke free from Luo Ziling's arms, stood facing him, tilted her head, and said playfully: "It looks like the ancient poems you remember It's quite a lot, or else, to cheat those little girls in the Chinese department, maybe they can use it!"
"Come on," Luo Ziling stretched out his hand and scratched Yang Qingyin's nose, "You jealous jar, you actually instigated me to kidnap girls. It's obviously a bad intention. Also, Xiaoye is already so famous now, so I can show you wherever I want. Really, pretty girls don't cry and rush into their arms? Does it need to be so complicated to lie to girls?"
"Huh," Yang Qingyin rolled his eyes, then stretched out his foot and kicked Luo Ziling, and said with a slight irritation: "Knowing that you are a radish, you are so charming, are you okay?"
"Oh, yes, don't be jealous. Now that there are not many tourists, hurry up and paint, it will take several hours!" Luo Ziling grabbed Yang Qingyin's arm and pulled him to the other side.
Ye Xiaoli, who followed, had already set up a drawing plan in the best place, waiting for Yang Qingyin to start work.
A few visitors looked here curiously, and stopped to watch when they saw someone set the painting table.
When they came out today, Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin both dressed themselves up a little ugly, and they both wore a pair of big glasses and a hat. Basically no one could recognize them, and they could not even see whether they were beautiful or not. ugly.
This is also less troublesome.
"I'm in a good mood, I can paint," Yang Qingyin said with an open eyebrow at Luo Ziling when he walked to the drawing plan: "You must not make trouble, and don't allow others to make trouble."
"Respect the Queen's order!" Luo Ziling made an exaggerated gesture, causing Yang Qingyin to laugh again.
After washing his hands, Yang Qingyin also started painting at his desk while Luo Ziling watched.
Yang Qingyin’s paintings are Chinese landscape paintings, and Luo Ziling is also familiar with the painting techniques, but what he didn’t expect is that when Yang Qingyin started to paint, there was no sloppyness, very bold and atmospheric. With the rapid movement of her pen, West Lake The landscape appeared in secret.
Several of Luo Ziling's bodyguards, Yang Xiaodong, were all watching them while preventing other tourists from approaching.
However, the place where they painted is relatively low, and visitors from behind can also see the process of painting while standing on a high place.
As a result, someone with a good person stands on a high place, zooms in on the camera or mobile phone camera in his hand, and takes a photo and sends it to Moments.
These photos in the circle of friends attracted a lot of people's onlookers and admiration. After seeing these photos, some tourists in Hangzhou went to the gem mountain to join in the excitement. In the end, even the police were alarmed---people watching the excitement Too much.
In about an hour and a half, Yang Qingyin finally completed the work, and what appeared in front of Luo Ziling was an extremely beautiful landscape painting.
"How do you think the painting is more beautiful than your current person?" Luo Ziling joked, "This painting must be collected well, maybe it can be sold at a good price in the future."
"The painting of the little woman is ready, and I will ask Lord Luo to write an inscription." Yang Qingyin suppressed a smile, bowed to Luo Ziling, and made a gesture of asking, "What poem are you going to write?"
"Let me think about it," Luo Ziling thought for a moment, then picked up his pen and swiped the inscription on Yang Qingyin's painting.
Yang Qingyin stood aside, with a small smile on his face, watching Luo Ziling write.
Those curious tourists also looked at Luo Ziling with a surprised look.
Through the lens of the mobile phone, he could see the words on the drawing clearly, and one person chanted softly:
The first state in the southeast, West Lake has been beautiful since ancient times.
On the banks and pavilions, the boats and pavilions are painted, and tourists sing and sing.
Ten miles of lotus, three autumn osmanthus, four mountains sunny and green.
For a hundred years to go south, a momentary hero has forgotten his life.
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Ascend to Xingsheng, sentimental to the past and present, and play heroic spirit.
The strong man pushed the mountain, and the Tianwu moved the water for farming and mulberry land.
Borrow the tides of Qiantang to wash the emperor, General Yue tears!
But the person who reads it doesn't know whose poem it is. This is not a well-known masterpiece.
"In the late Southern Song Dynasty, Chen Dewu's "Water Dragon Yin. West Lake Nostalgia", although not comparable to Liu Yong's "Wang Hai Chao", but it tastes good." After Luo Ziling wrote, he threw his pen and said to Yang Qingyin with a smile: "Painting and writing on the gem mountain is surrounded by many people, are we a bit too rampant?"
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Yang Qingyin looked at Luo Ziling with a brilliant smile, "Don't you think that today, this day is very memorable?"
"Well, it is very memorable," Luo Ziling looked at Yang Qingyin affectionately: "A lifetime memory!"
(End of this chapter)
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