我的征尘是星辰大海。。。
The dirt and dust from my pilgrimage forms oceans of stars...
-------当记忆的篇章变得零碎，当追忆的图片变得模糊，我们只能求助于数字存储的永恒的回忆
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第五章，小令逗趣，如梦令与点绛唇修订版。 第五日，清堂案上摆着三叠素笺，他先拈起一张，填了却，如梦令起题。 昨夜雨疏风骤，枕上残梦难留。 瓶前谁供我，把这清愁分剖。 知否知否，应有新词乡愁。 赵公子的词立刻带着金粉特效冲进来。 如梦令瓶里佳人含笑，惹得心头火了。 火箭刷成堆，只盼遇人相照。 休要休要，再对书生潦倒。 30个火箭炸开，鸿雁几乎舔到素笺边缘。 青棠提笔，在他词后贺了却如梦令。 公子豪情如瀑，火箭飞时夺目。 新词若乡愁，何用金珠相促。 羞怒羞怒，雅俗本无同路。 赵公子看得直乐，又刷了5个火箭。 不同路也能并肩看风景。 王总的如梦令来的沉稳，观看喧嚣扰扰，独爱瓶中清妙。 佳句若乡愁，何惜千金抛掉。 休笑休笑，我亦痴情未老。 长指尖点着痴情未老四字，何乐却，莫叹江湖路遥。 炳乾相逢便好，厚礼记心头，不换一句真巧。 知晓知晓，君意何须多表。 王总见他回应，立刻刷了20个火箭。 弹幕里王总懂礼的赞叹刷屏。 林艳秋望着他写的真巧二字，忽然觉得心头一动，敲出一阕如梦令。 每到黄昏时候，便向并肩凝眸，只为听清言，暂忘世间尘垢。 知否知否，此念已盈心久。 青棠念道，此念已迎新酒时，嘴角弯了弯。 提笔续道，惯看喧嚣静逐，独向素笺寻路。 忽有故人言，点破眉间迷雾。 知否知否，已是情根深重处。 赵公子见词里藏了情意，填了首点绛唇来腔。 瓶里春光，娇姿胜过花无数。 金珠肯付，只盼伊回顾。 莫对酸儒，空把痴心诉。 休糊涂，荣华前路，比那诗词富。 青堂回了首点绛唇，语气温和却坚定。 公子情深，金珠堆座来时路。 我心自有，不向浮名诉。 辞若真时，胜却千相负。 君知否，清欢一处，何必分金谷？王总也续了点绛唇，字字务实。 玉貌冰姿，闲歌能解凡人虑。 我虽不敏，愿以千金护。 词句空泛，怎抵真情付。 君若悟，朱门常驻，胜过江湖路。 清塘荷了却，点绛唇。 萍水相逢，弦歌暂解平生苦。 君言护我，心意已领悟。 只是朱门，非我安身处。 君休劝，江湖虽路，自有清风度。 林艳秋看着自有清风度，指尖发暖，敲出一阕点绛唇。 屏外清平，敢将词句酬佳景。 怕君不信，此心朝如镜。 莫叹冯唐，且把真诚证。 情已定，纵然路梗，不负当初勇。 青棠念完，将他这首与自己的点绛唇并排贴在案头，轻声道，小令虽短，却能藏住真心。 他收起素笺，明日带一炉新茶来，煮给懂茶的人喝，三位都要来啊。 直播关了，林艳秋把满纸诗词折成方胜。 清堂的瓷像，案头的茶炉，既温得热照，王的金珠湖，又微的暖他的轻聚展。 这一来一往间，倒让这直播间成了能容下百态的茶肆。 他摸着那张写着情已定的草稿，忽然觉得明天的茶香里该飘着更浓的意趣了。 第六章，茶烟斗至清平乐与七绝修订版。 第六日，清堂的小炉上银壶咕嘟作响，龙井的清香漫出屏幕时，他先填了却，清平乐起题。 炉烟袅袅，夜展旗枪小。 屏前谁共春茶好，试把清愁清扫。 赵公子的词立刻裹着热气冲进来。 清平乐，茶烟袅袅，不及佳人笑。 火箭堆成金殿高，何惧书生词妙。 今宵愿捧茶瓯，与卿共醉楼头。 莫对残篇痴望，荣华不换风流。 50个火箭特效炸开，映得他的 ID 像团火。 清棠执杯浅啜，笑着回了却清平乐。 公子矜多气豪，火箭飞时霞绕。 茶烟原是清淡好，不必筑基相照。 赵公子看的乐乐，又刷了10个火箭。 茶淡人不淡就行。 王总的清平乐来的沉稳，带着商人间的练达。 茶烹雨前，香影痴心乱。 瓶里佳人犹隔岸，我愿架桥牵揽。 金珠非为炫富，只求一语相宽。 若肯轻移莲步，粗茶胜似琼浆。 清塘将茶汤注入白瓷杯，嚯了却，与钱相系，能解凡人虑。 架桥牵揽君心意，我已悄悄寄取。 粗茶不必琼浆，相逢即是清光。 瓶前暂抛俗世，且供这缕茶香。 王总见他回应，立刻刷了20个火箭，弹幕里王总懂茶的赞叹刷屏。 林艳秋望着屏幕里袅袅的茶烟，想起老家灶上母亲煮的粗茶，敲出一阕清平乐。 茶烟拂壁，暗把归心知。 每向屏前寻旧时，暂忘客中孤寂。 俗尘扰扰何休，幸有佳句乡愁。 一盏清明下肚，魂如身在林丘。 清塘念到魂如身在林丘时，眼底漾起笑意。 提笔续道，君言林丘意，我实归心自。 茶烟同绕平肩事，不向浮名屈指。 一瓯能破愁城，半盏可慰平生。 何必朱门酒肉，此味最是分明。 赵公子见他与林艳秋唱和投机，填了首七绝来博。 茶烟怎比火箭快，尺素空传枉费才。 我有佳肴兼美酒，何须林秋做梦乡。 清堂回了首七绝，语气带了几分调侃。 佳肴美酒虽酣畅，不及茶烟一缕长。 公子若知清味好，也应留半寸柔肠。 赵公子被逗笑，又刷了5个火箭，柔肠都给你。 王总也续了七绝，字字落在实处。 林秋虽好隔云端，柴米油盐最是难。 我有良田千万亩，清茶淡饭保平安。 清堂贺了首七绝，良田千亩春常在，不及瓶中一句清，茶淡能消心上火，情真可抵世间平。 林艳秋看着情真可抵世间平，忽然觉得口袋里的实习工资都暖了。 敲出一首七绝，一盏香茶抵万钱。 清芬入腹润心田。 饼中佳句如甘露，胜过人间酒万千。 青桃念完，将三人的诗抄在茶笺上，轻声道，茶有三种喝法，喝滋味、喝生计、喝心意，今日算是都喝到了。 她续上热水，明日带幅字来，写先生前日那阙临江仙，三位可要来评评？直播关了，林艳秋把满纸诗词铺在桌上。 清塘的词像那把银壶，既费得了赵王的金珠水，又沏的开他的清具茶。 这一来一往间，倒让这直播间成了能容下雅俗的茶聊。 他摸着那张写着抵万钱的草稿，忽然觉得明天的墨香里该藏着更重的情谊了。
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第五章，小令逗趣，如梦令与点绛唇修订版。 第五日，青棠案上摆着三叠素笺，他先拈起一张，填了阕，如梦令起题。 昨夜雨疏风骤，枕上残梦难留。 瓶前谁供我，把这清愁分剖。 知否知否，应有新词乡愁。 赵公子的词立刻带着金粉特效冲进来。 如梦令瓶里佳人含笑，惹得心头火了。 火箭刷成堆，只盼遇人相照。 休要休要，再对书生潦倒。 30个火箭炸开，鸿雁几乎舔到素笺边缘。 青棠提笔，在他词后贺了阕如梦令。 公子豪情如瀑，火箭飞时夺目。 新词若乡愁，何用金珠相促。 羞怒羞怒，雅俗本无同路。 赵公子看得直乐，又刷了5个火箭。 不同路也能并肩看风景。 王总的如梦令来的沉稳，观看喧嚣扰扰，独爱瓶中清妙。 佳句若乡愁，何惜千金抛掉。 休笑休笑，我亦痴情未老。 长指尖点着痴情未老四字，和了阕，莫叹江湖路遥。 难得相逢便好，厚礼记心头，不换一句真巧。 知晓知晓，君意何须多表。 王总见他回应，立刻刷了20个火箭。 弹幕里王总懂礼的赞叹刷屏。 林艳秋望着他写的真巧二字，忽然觉得心头一动，敲出一阕如梦令。 每到黄昏时候，便向并肩凝眸，只为听清言，暂忘世间尘垢。 知否知否，此念已盈心久。 青棠念道，此念已盈心久时，嘴角弯了弯。 提笔续道，惯看喧嚣静逐，独向素笺寻路。 忽有故人言，点破眉间迷雾。 知否知否，已是情根深重处。 赵公子见词里藏了情意，填了首点绛唇来抢。 瓶里春光，娇姿胜过花无数。 金珠肯付，只盼伊回顾。 莫对酸儒，空把痴心诉。 休糊涂，荣华前路，比那诗词富。 青棠回了首点绛唇，语气温和却坚定。 公子情深，金珠堆作来时路。 我心自有，不向浮名诉。 辞若真时，胜却千相负。 君知否，清欢一处，何必分金谷？ 王总也续了点绛唇，字字务实。 玉貌冰姿，闲歌能解凡人虑。 我虽不敏，愿以千金护。 词句空泛，怎抵真情付。 君若悟，朱门常驻，胜过江湖路。 青棠和了阕，点绛唇。 萍水相逢，弦歌暂解平生苦。 君言护我，心意已领悟。 只是朱门，非我安身处。 君休劝，江湖虽苦，自有清风度。 林艳秋看着自有清风度，指尖发暖，敲出一阕点绛唇。 屏外清平，敢将词句酬佳景。 怕君不信，此心朝如镜。 莫叹冯唐，且把真诚证。 情已定，纵然路梗，不负当初勇。 青棠念完，将他这首与自己的点绛唇并排贴在案头，轻声道，小令虽短，却能藏住真心。 他收起素笺，明日带一炉新茶来，煮给懂茶的人喝，三位都要来啊。 直播关了，林艳秋把满纸诗词折成方胜。 青棠的瓷瓶，案头的茶炉，既容得赵王的金珠气，又蕴得自身的清意展。 这一来一往间，倒让这直播间成了能容下百态的茶肆。 他摸着那张写着情已定的草稿，忽然觉得明天的茶香里该飘着更浓的意趣了。 第六章，茶烟斗智，清平乐与七绝修订版。 第六日，青棠的小炉上银壶咕嘟作响，龙井的清香漫出屏幕时，他先填了阕，清平乐起题。 炉烟袅袅，夜展旗枪小。 屏前谁共春茶好，试把清愁清扫。 赵公子的词立刻裹着热气冲进来。 清平乐，茶烟袅袅，不及佳人笑。 火箭堆成金殿高，何惧书生词妙。 今宵愿捧茶瓯，与卿共醉楼头。 莫对残篇痴望，荣华不换风流。 50个火箭特效炸开，映得他的 ID 像团火。 青棠执杯浅啜，笑着回了阕清平乐。 公子金多气豪，火箭飞时霞绕。 茶烟原是清淡好，不必金珠相照。 赵公子看得乐了，又刷了10个火箭。 茶淡人不淡就行。 王总的清平乐来的沉稳，带着商人间的练达。 茶烹雨前，香影痴心乱。 瓶里佳人犹隔岸，我愿架桥牵揽。 金珠非为炫富，只求一语相宽。 若肯轻移莲步，粗茶胜似琼浆。 青棠将茶汤注入白瓷杯，和了阕，与钱相系，能解凡人虑。 架桥牵揽君心意，我已悄悄寄取。 粗茶不必琼浆，相逢即是清光。 瓶前暂抛俗世，且供这缕茶香。 王总见他回应，立刻刷了20个火箭，弹幕里王总懂茶的赞叹刷屏。 林艳秋望着屏幕里袅袅的茶烟，想起老家灶上母亲煮的粗茶，敲出一阕清平乐。 茶烟拂壁，暗把归心知。 每向屏前寻旧时，暂忘客中孤寂。 俗尘扰扰何休，幸有佳句乡愁。 一盏清明下肚，魂如身在林丘。 青棠念到魂如身在林丘时，眼底漾起笑意。 提笔续道，君言林丘意，我亦归心素。 茶烟同绕平生事，不向浮名屈指。 一瓯能破愁城，半盏可慰平生。 何必朱门酒肉，此味最是分明。 赵公子见他与林艳秋唱和投机，填了首七绝来博。 茶烟怎比火箭快，尺素空传枉费才。 我有佳肴兼美酒，何须林丘做梦乡。 青棠回了首七绝，语气带了几分调侃。 佳肴美酒虽酣畅，不及茶烟一缕长。 公子若知清味好，也应留半寸柔肠。 赵公子被逗笑，又刷了5个火箭，柔肠都给你。 王总也续了七绝，字字落在实处。 林秋虽好隔云端，柴米油盐最是难。 我有良田千万亩，清茶淡饭保平安。 青棠贺了首七绝，良田千亩春常在，不及瓶中一句清，茶淡能消心上火，情真可抵世间平。 林艳秋看着情真可抵世间平，忽然觉得口袋里的实习工资都暖了。 敲出一首七绝，一盏香茶抵万钱。 清芬入腹润心田。 篇中佳句如甘露，胜过人间酒万千。 青棠念完，将三人的诗抄在茶笺上，轻声道，茶有三种喝法，喝滋味、喝生计、喝心意，今日算是都喝到了。 她续上热水，明日带幅字来，写先生前日那阙临江仙，三位可要来评评？ 直播关了，林艳秋把满纸诗词铺在桌上。 青棠的词像那把银壶，既载得了赵王的金珠意，又沏得开自身的清味茶。 这一来一往间，倒让这直播间成了能容下雅俗的茶聊。 他摸着那张写着抵万钱的草稿，忽然觉得明天的墨香里该藏着更重的情谊了。
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Chapter 5: Little Lyrics Teasing, Revised Version of Dreamlike Song and Rouged Lips On the fifth day, three stacks of plain paper were placed on the green thorn desk. He picked up one, filled in a verse, and titled it *Dreamlike Song*. Last night the wind blew hard, rain was fine, On my pillow, lingering dreams could not stay. Who before the vase offers me, To split this clear sorrow away? Do you know? Do you know? There should be new verses of homesickness. Master Zhao’s lines rushed in with golden-dust effects. *Dreamlike Song*: The beauty in the vase smiled, Stirring a fire in my heart. Rockets stacked in heaps, Only hoping for someone to meet my part. No more, no more, Facing a scholar down and out. Thirty rockets exploded, the wild goose almost licked the edge of the paper. Green Thorn picked up his brush and responded behind his verse with a *Dreamlike Song*. Your gallantry flows like a waterfall, Rockets blaze brilliantly when they fly. New verses are like homesickness, Why urge with golden beads and gems? Shame, anger, shame, anger, Refinement and vulgarity were never on the same path. Master Zhao laughed heartily and sent another five rockets. Even on different paths, we can enjoy the scenery side by side. Master Wang’s *Dreamlike Song* arrived steadily: Watching the noisy crowd, Only loving the clear marvel in the vase. Fine lines are like homesickness, Why begrudge tossing away a thousand gold? Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, I too am infatuated, not yet old. His long fingertip tapped the words “infatuated, not yet old,” and he responded with a verse: Don’t sigh that the rivers and lakes are far. A rare meeting itself is good. Generous gifts in my heart, Not exchanged for a single true word of cleverness. I know, I know, Your intent needs no further expression. Seeing his response, Master Wang immediately sent twenty rockets. The barrage scrolled with praise for Master Wang’s courtesy. Lin Yanqiu looked at the words “true cleverness” he had written and suddenly felt a stir in her heart. She tapped out a *Dreamlike Song*. Every time dusk arrives, I gaze with focused eyes, Just to hear your clear words, Temporarily forgetting the world’s dust. Do you know? Do you know? This thought has long filled my heart. Green Thorn, when reciting “this thought has long filled my heart,” curved his lips slightly. He picked up his brush and continued: Accustomed to watching noise and stillness chased away, Alone I seek a path on plain paper. Suddenly a friend’s word comes, Piercing the mist between my brows. Do you know? Do you know? This is the deep place where love’s roots are planted. Master Zhao, seeing the hidden affection in the verse, wrote a *Rouged Lips* to snatch it back. Spring light in the vase, A graceful form surpasses countless flowers. Gold and pearls I’d gladly pay, Only hoping you’ll look back. Don’t face the sour scholar, Pouring out your infatuation in vain. Don’t be muddled, Splendor and glory ahead, Richer than those verses and poems. Green Thorn replied with a *Rouged Lips*, gentle but firm in tone. Your love is deep, Gold and pearls heap the path you came. My heart has its own, Not telling of floating fame. If words are true, They surpass a thousand betrayals. Do you know, sir? In one place of pure joy, Why distinguish Gold Valley? Master Wang also continued with a *Rouged Lips*, every word practical. Jade face, ice grace, Leisurely songs can dissolve mortal worries. I, though not clever, Wish to protect with a thousand gold. Verses are hollow, How can they match true feeling offered? If you realize, Staying long at vermilion gates, Surpasses the road of rivers and lakes. Green Thorn harmonized with a *Rouged Lips*. Meeting by chance on water, String songs temporarily relieve life’s bitterness. You say you’ll protect me, I have grasped your intent. But vermilion gates, Are not my place to settle. Don’t persuade me, sir, Though rivers and lakes are bitter, They have their own cool breeze. Seeing “have their own cool breeze,” Lin Yanqiu’s fingertips warmed. She tapped out a *Rouged Lips*. Beyond the screen, pure and calm, I dare to repay fine scenes with verses. Afraid you won’t believe, This heart morning-bright as a mirror. Don’t sigh over Feng Tang, Just prove my sincerity. Love is settled, Even if the road is blocked, I won’t betray my original courage. After reciting, Green Thorn placed her verse beside his own *Rouged Lips* on the desk and said softly: “Though little lyrics are short, they can hide a true heart.” He put away the plain paper. “Tomorrow I’ll bring a new tea stove and brew tea for those who understand it. All three of you must come.” When the livestream ended, Lin Yanqiu folded the paper filled with poems into a square pouch. Green Thorn’s porcelain vase, the tea stove on the desk—they could accommodate both Master Zhao’s and Master Wang’s golden-pearl spirit and unfold his own clear intent. This back-and-forth made the livestream room a tea house that could hold all kinds of tastes. He touched the draft with “love is settled” written on it and suddenly felt that tomorrow’s tea fragrance should carry an even richer flavor. Chapter 6: Tea Smoke and Wit, Revised Version of Pure Serene Music and Seven-Character Quatrains On the sixth day, the silver kettle on Green Thorn’s little stove gurgled, and the clear fragrance of Longjing tea drifted from the screen. He first filled in a verse, titling it *Pure Serene Music*. The stove smoke curls, At night I unroll the small tea flags. Before the screen, who shares the fine spring tea? Trying to sweep away clear sorrow. Master Zhao’s lines rushed in wrapped in hot steam. *Pure Serene Music*: The tea smoke curls, Not as good as a beauty’s smile. Rockets pile high like golden halls, Why fear a scholar’s clever words? Tonight I wish to hold a tea cup, Drink with you to the top of the tower. Don’t gaze at ragged pages, Glory and splendor outweigh romance. Fifty rocket effects exploded, making his ID blaze like a flame. Green Thorn took a sip from his cup and laughed as he replied with a *Pure Serene Music*. Master Zhao, rich and proud, Rockets fly like rosy clouds. Tea smoke was originally light and fine, No need for gold and pearls to shine. Master Zhao was amused and sent another ten rockets. “If the tea is light, the person doesn’t have to be light.” Master Wang’s *Pure Serene Music* arrived steadily, carrying a merchant’s worldly wisdom. Tea brewed before the rain, Fragrant shadow disturbs the infatuated heart. The beauty in the vase is still on the far shore, I wish to build a bridge to pull you near. Gold and pearls aren’t for showing off, Only seeking a word of relief. If you would lightly move your lotus steps, Rough tea is better than jade nectar. Green Thorn poured the tea into a white porcelain cup and harmonized: Tied to money, It can relieve mortal worries. Building a bridge to pull you close—your intent, I have secretly taken it. Rough tea need not be jade nectar, Meeting is clear light. Before the vase, temporarily set aside the world, And offer this wisp of tea fragrance. Seeing his response, Master Wang immediately sent twenty rockets. The barrage scrolled with praise for Master Wang’s tea knowledge. Lin Yanqiu watched the curling tea smoke on the screen, recalling the rough tea her mother boiled at the stove in her hometown. She tapped out a *Pure Serene Music*. Tea smoke brushes the wall, Secretly knowing the heart’s return. Every time I seek old times before the screen, Temporarily forgetting the loneliness of being a guest. Why does mundane dust never cease? Fortunately there are fine verses of homesickness. One cup of clear tea goes down, My soul feels as if in a forest hill. When Green Thorn recited “soul feels as if in a forest hill,” a smile rippled in his eyes. He picked up his brush and continued: You speak of the meaning of forest hill, I too have a pure heart of return. Tea smoke wraps around life’s affairs, Not bending a finger for floating fame. One cup can break the city of sorrow, Half a cup can comfort a lifetime. Why need vermilion gates and meat and wine? This flavor is most distinct. Seeing their harmonious exchange, Master Zhao wrote a seven-character quatrain to compete. How can tea smoke compare to rocket speed? Letters sent in vain waste talent. I have fine food and good wine, Why need forest hills to dream? Green Thorn replied with a seven-character quatrain, his tone teasing. Fine food and good wine, though intoxicating, Are not as good as one thread of tea smoke. If you, sir, knew the beauty of pure flavor, You too should keep half an inch of tender heart. Master Zhao was amused and sent another five rockets. “I’ll give you all my tender heart.” Master Wang also continued with a seven-character quatrain, every word practical. Lin Qiu is fine but separated by clouds, Firewood, rice, oil, and salt are the hardest. I have ten thousand acres of good fields, Clear tea and plain food ensure safety. Green Thorn responded with a seven-character quatrain: Ten thousand acres of good fields, spring always there, Not as good as one clear line in the vase. Light tea can quell the fire in the heart, True feeling can match the world’s peace. Looking at “true feeling can match the world’s peace,” Lin Yanqiu suddenly felt that the intern salary in her pocket had warmed. She tapped out a seven-character quatrain: One cup of fragrant tea is worth ten thousand coins. Pure fragrance enters the abdomen, moistening the heart field. Fine lines in the essay are like sweet dew, Surpassing ten thousand cups of wine in the world. After reciting, Green Thorn copied the three poems onto tea paper and said softly: “Tea can be drunk in three ways: drinking flavor, drinking livelihood, and drinking intent. Today we’ve tasted all three.” She added hot water. “Tomorrow I’ll bring a calligraphy piece, writing the former “Riverside Daffodils” you presented. Will the three of you come to critique it?” When the livestream ended, Lin Yanqiu spread the paper full of poems on the table. Green Thorn’s lyrics were like that silver kettle—they could carry Master Zhao’s golden-pearl intent and brew his own pure tea flavor. This back-and-forth made the livestream room a tea talk that could accommodate elegance and vulgarity. He touched the draft with “worth ten thousand coins” written on it and suddenly felt that tomorrow’s ink fragrance should conceal an even heavier bond of friendship.
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