Chapter 203 Zhao Ziyue (16)

If the poets kept one eye open to look at the beauty and closed the other eye to see the ugliness, how beautiful would be the Duanyang Festival in Beijing: the powdery chrysanthemums against the tender green leaves, Facing the wind, I pursed my lips and smiled.The long wicker, like a beautiful woman with loose hair, swayed slowly one by one, softening the south wind and losing its strength.Small trees with crooked necks grow on the tall city walls. Under the green leaves and above the green branches, there are so many small red morning glory hidden.The tender little dragonflies that have just become better, some are yellow and some are green, from Jingye Lake to Houhai to Shichahai to Beihai to Nanhai, bending their tails all the way on the water skin bit by bit; it seems that Beijing is a city. A poem, they click on the lines of the poem on the green waves to read.The dark green and plump puzi on the shore of Jingye Lake, pulling out the golden yellow cattail sticks, swayed against the wind and beat the beat for the sound of the waves.The tender lotus leaves in the Shichahai Lake seem to be curled up with some romantic feelings, and they are released like to hold a small plate of poetry materials for the poet.The fishing boats in the North Sea are floating under the white stone fence or beside the pavilion in the middle of the lake, crowded with the little wild ducks; every now and then, the little wild ducks will flutter and fly away as they wipe the water, as if replacing the fisherman. Singing like beating gongs and drums: "May is coming, the south wind is blowing" puff, puff. "Fish in the lake" pola, "tender and fat" pula, pula. ...The white tower, the blue sky, and a few wild gray pigeons flying between the tower and the sky: one up and one down, one left and one right, the poet's heart flew out of the sky with the little gray pigeons. ...Looking at the street again: the little girls wore little tigers made of silk of various colors on their shiny black braids, and played the little reed flute with their dimples shrinking and swelling.Bare-footed children, carrying a small bamboo basket of cherries that look like tiger's eyes, yelled tenderly, "The mouth of the cherries is crooked compared to plums!" Putting two bunches of mugwort on the doors of shops and other people's houses. , a rune with yellow paper pasted on the horizontal frame, or a red judge.There are half-red apricots and red-stained peaches on the roadside fruit stand. Although they are not delicious, they look so beautiful!

No wonder Zhou Shaolian often said: "Beautiful Beijing! Beautiful Beijing Duanyang Festival!" Although the word "yo" has been overused by new poets, "yo" must be used to describe the beauty of Beijing; everything cannot be described. The emotions and scenery of this book all rely on this "yo" to fuel it. However, the truth in society does not completely match the poet's observations. If the poet opens the closed eye and looks at the dark side, he may say that the Duanyang Festival in Beijing is the ugliest: hanging in front of the butcher's door. There are teams of fat pigs and big sheep.The bloody heart and liver, and the belly that has not been cleaned of green feces, are hanging on the iron hook.Groups of buzzing mung bean flies hugged pigs' heads and sheep's tails and sucked some blood. Compared with the people who don't eat meat and don't have a festival, the cruel gluttony of the flies may not be much different.The children gathered around the door of the mutton shop, watching the old man with a white beard wipe the fat sheep's neck with a big knife. This impression of "bleeding" and "holidays", or "meatism" will never disappear the main reason.

The cart pullers ran with their lives, the debt collectors were sweating profusely, the zongzi sellers shouted at their necks, and the cherry and mulberry sellers shouted one by one.The poisonous sun scorched the black soil on the road, and a gust of dry wind blew by. The rice dumplings, cherries, and mulberries were all covered with a layer of dust containing horse dung.The dust on the face of the businessman was washed black and white with sweat, like a ghost in the Town God's Temple. A mouthful of blood from the cart was sprayed on the hot stone road, and he died.The debt-collector and the debt-payer slapped their chests and made a noise, punched and broke their noses.The bald-headed old lady and the zongzi seller fought for half a copper, and the old lady was still angry after scolding for more than two miles.The big head fish seller in the market grabbed a plate of boiled meat and ate it with his hands amidst the stench. ...

These messes and filth are also the Duanyang Festival in Beijing. The abattoirs were moved out of the city, the roads were built so that there would be no dust, and those who sold rice dumplings were not allowed to bring fly droppings to sell,... In this way: the poet's Beijing may be realized.However, this kind of transformation cannot be done by just writing poetry! "Old Wu! Ouyang!" Zhao Ziyue shouted from the house: "How will the festival be celebrated tomorrow?" "Guess what?" Wu Duan walked past No. Go to the night play. Will you?" "No! It's too hot to listen to the opera!" Ouyang Tianfeng also ran over: "Listen to me: wake up at ten o'clock tomorrow, and go around the Central Park. It's not bad, drink some wine and eat something at Chunming Pavilion My invitation! I haven’t invited you to dinner for some time? Haven’t I? After dinner, I’ll go back to the apartment and play the small cards with bare back. For dinner, ask the apartment to prepare some delicious dishes. , asked Li Shun to go to Liuquanju to play the real lotus white. After dinner, if you want to play, you can continue to fight. Is it strong? Besides, you want to listen to the play and ask Lao Zhao to sing with two voices, right, Boss Zhao?"

"It's still your narrow-mindedness!" Zhao Ziyue said with a smile on his face, "Good idea! Li-Shun!"... "Haha! Old Mo! Silly brother! You are here!" Zhao Ziyue jumped up to welcome Mo Danian. "Old Zhao, Lao Wu, how are you all?" Mo Danian smiled and shook hands with them. "Okay! Lao Mo, you've gained weight!" Butuan also said with a smile.He now has a certain respect for Mo Danian. He probably thinks that those who work in the bank will always have the hope of becoming cabinet members in the future. "Old Zhao, I'll come to see you and go to the West Mountain together tomorrow, do you want to go?" Mo Danian said and glanced at Wu Duan: "Old Wu also—"

"I'm going to go to the West Mountain!" Wu Duan replied quickly.It wasn't that he had forgotten their plans for the holidays, but he thought that going out with the people who worked in the bank would add some material to future conversations. "The three of us? Not enough hands!" Zhao Ziyue said. "What's not enough?" Mo Danian asked. "Is one of the three families missing!" "Go up the mountain to play cards?" Mo Danian asked in surprise. "This is Lao Zhao's new invention!" Wu Duan laughed. "I'll tell you later," Zhao Ziyue said happily, "I'll ask you first, do you drink soda?"

"Don't drink! Tell Li Shun to make some tea!" Mo Danian replied, "Is Li Shun still here?" Zhao Zi said that he asked Li Shun to make tea, and Li Shun saluted Mo Danian as if he was a relative, but unfortunately he didn't have the opportunity to speak, so he had to make the tea, looked at Mo Danian and walked out. "Look, Lao Mo!" Zhao Ziyue went on to say: "Find a big flat rock on the mountain, spread the felt under the big tree, and play small cards. Drink lotus white, drink black and white mulberry and big cherry , hey! It's so fucking good!"

"I can't go up the mountain to play cards!" Mo Danian said in a low voice. "Let me tell you, little fat man!" Zhao Ziyue came up with an idea again: "I remembered: the small pavilion in the west courtyard of the Reclining Buddha Temple is a good place. You see, sit on the small pavilion, and the old trees around it will catch the sunlight." Cover it up, the wild birds on the tree will play music for us. Slip the whiteboard into your hand and feel it in your hand. A scent of flowers blows from a distance. Do you think it’s fun?! Little fat man, listen to your big brother If so, find someone else to go with you!"

"Old Moke and Ouyang can't talk!" Wu Duan whispered to Zhao Ziyue secretly. "I've made an appointment with Lao Li, do you know that Lao Li doesn't play cards?" Seeing Wu Duan and Zhao Ziyue muttering, Mo Danian thought in his heart that it's better to lift Li Jingchun up and stop Zhao Ziyue's joy. "If we play cards and ask Lao Li to go out alone, wouldn't it be embarrassing?!" Zhao Zi said no words. "By the way! I remembered, Lao Zhao!" Wu Duan winked at Zhao Ziyue: "Didn't Lao Lu ask us to listen to a night show tomorrow? In this way, we can't accompany Lao Mo up the mountain!"

"That's right! I forgot about this, you see!" Zhao Ziyue felt that he was very shrewd and could guess through Wu Duan's hints. ………… Li Jingchun and Mo Danian went to Xishan the next day.