Xiao Bei for Li's birthday, my Xiao Bei (1)
Xiao Bei, recently, Yan Yan fell in love with a gentle scholar. Scholars like to play the piano and draw pictures, and come to me to learn the piano if you have something to say.
Yanyan is a clever girl, and she certainly studies better than Xiaobei. Of course, Xiao Bei, I'm not saying that you're not smart enough, but she's obsessed with that scholar, just like my heart is hanging there.
Later, the scholar said that he liked reading poems and enjoying flowers. Yan Yan planted Manzhu Shahua in the backyard of the temple. The abbot doesn't agree, but you know, you can do whatever you want. The temple is a little more human. I don't know if those young monks also like Manzhu Shahua. However, Xiaobei, Manzhu Shahua, opened for a thousand years and fell for a thousand years, and flowers and leaves never met.
Yan Yan wrote a poem to this scholar and asked me if it was appropriate. Xiao Bei, I'll read it to you: "The fortune teller said that I would meet someone who told me to plant flowers and write poems. The fortune teller didn't tell me what flowers I wanted, so how to write poems. Fortune-tellers say that it brings long-term consideration to separated hearts at night.
Xiao Bei, I said with a smile that this is for the fortune teller, and mysteriously leaned in to say that the fortune teller is very powerful and asked me to ask for marriage. I was born in this Buddhist temple. I can't ask for anything Why should I go to a fortune teller?
I went anyway. Xiao Bei, I just want to see if he can't compare with the abbot. Words always understand me.
The fortune teller shook the dice in his hand. I don't know if this is a dice, but it sounds like it to me. The fortune teller said that I would meet someone who told me to plant flowers and write poems. I gave him some money. If it had been before, I would have prayed for him to recite the scriptures so that he would never have a chance to roll the dice again. But now, I met you, Xiao Bei.
Xiao Bei, Yan Yan just came to my room and asked me for some peach blossom wine. Don't literati like drinking?
Xiao Bei, Master will come over later to check the scriptures I copied. He caught me drinking last night and was punished again. You know I don't like copying scriptures, so I wrote you a letter.
Xiao Bei, the wine is about to wake up. I haven't thought of a way not to awaken your lyricism. Listen, Yan Yan seems to be practicing the piano again.