My name is Chang An, your name is Gu Li

When they reached the top of the mountain, Chang An found that there were already quite a few people there. Although they were walking slowly, climbing the mountain was not an easy task, and Gu Li's breathing became heavier.

Seeing this, Chang An looked around, found a tree root for her, patted the fallen leaves on it, and then arranged for her to sit on it and let her rest. Gu Li was sitting, and when he saw Chang An standing aside, he moved his seat and said:

"Chang Lang, you are tired too, do you want to sit down for a while?"

Chang An smiled fondly and said, "I'm fine. You sit for a while and enjoy the scenery."

Seeing this, Gu Li nodded and stopped talking.

Chang An stood next to Gu Li, looking around: there was a pavilion on the mountain, with two old men sitting inside, playing chess; there were six or seven people standing next to them, who seemed to be officials of high rank; and around the top of the mountain, there were more or less a number of scholars in white robes, who seemed to be exchanging their knowledge. There were also some people who looked like dukes, who were also standing by the mountain talking, and behind them were a few scholars who were attached to them.

At this moment, Chang An found a familiar figure standing not far from him - Wang Wei. He was standing alone, looking down from a high place, which was in line with his lonely and cold personality.

"Brother Mojie!" Chang An called out tentatively.

When Wang Wei heard the voice, he turned around and looked around. He soon found Chang An who had been looking at him with a smile, so he walked over.

"Brother Chang."

The two men saluted each other. Wang Wei saw Gu Li sitting next to him and also saluted. The other party stood up and saluted him back, then was forced to sit down by Chang An.

"Brother Mojie has a solitary and cold personality. I thought you would not come to bid farewell to Qing." Chang An said.

"Brother Chang, you are joking. The Double Ninth Festival is a festive activity, and climbing high places to bid farewell to the past is a logical endeavor. There is no reason why we shouldn't come." Wang Wei also smiled faintly.

"Originally this mountain should be deserted, but with the Double Ninth Festival people climbing up the mountain, it is now lively for just this one day." Chang An said, pointing at the people on the mountain.

"That's true." Wang Wei agreed.

At this time, Chang An and Wang Wei both heard a melodious sound of a zither not far away. They both looked in the direction where the sound came from. There was a simple shed there, with a zither player sitting inside, and a zither on the table in front of him. Apart from the zither player, there was no one else in the shed.

"Brother Mojie, what is that?" Chang An asked.

"I don't know either," Wang Wei shook his head, "maybe some high-ranking official invited him here to help with the fun."

"Hmm... this music sounds familiar," Chang An searched for the song in his mind, but nothing came to his mind. "Brother Mo Jie, what song is this?"

"This is the sound of flowing water in the mountains." Wang Wei answered directly, without any sign of thinking about it.

At this time, Du, Cui, Zhang, and Zhao also returned to Chang'an. Seeing Wang Wei standing opposite Chang'an, they couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Brother Chang, who is this young man..."

Chang An quickly introduced: "This is Wang Wei and Wang Mojie."

Wang Wei raised his hand to salute, and then Chang An introduced the four people on the side one by one, and the four of them also saluted to Wang Wei one after another.

"Didn't you go out to enjoy the scenery? Why are you back again?" Chang An asked.

"Brother Chang, it's like this. Prime Minister Song and Prime Minister Su saw that there are many talented people on this mountain, so they wanted to hold a poetry meeting and let everyone on the mountain give it a try." Du Chengming replied.

"Prime Minister Song and Prime Minister Su?" Chang An asked in confusion. Du Chengming then pointed in the direction of the pavilion. Chang An took a look and saw two old men playing chess there, but they had already put away the chessboard.

"so what?"

"So, we discussed it and came back to see Brother Chang," Cui Hujin said, "to put a damper on the arrogance of those pretentious people."

Chang An raised his eyebrows, looked at Gu Li who was sitting beside them listening to them, and asked, "Should we go?"

"Go." Gu Li said without thinking.

So Chang An pulled Gu Li up from the tree root, then looked at Wang Wei standing beside him and asked, "Brother Mo Jie, are you going?"

"I don't like this kind of poetry gathering, so I'll just accompany Brother Chang to take a look." Wang Wei shook his head and said.

"That's fine..."

At this time, Chang Wenmeng also came up the mountain and walked to Chang An and the others. But before he could say a word to Chang An and Gu Li, he was seen by Song Jing, who hurried over.

"Dr. Chang, you are here too."

"Prime Minister Song." Chang Wenmeng bowed to Song Jing.

"Madam Gu." Song Jing then saw Gu Li standing in a crowd of people nearby and greeted her.

"Meet Prime Minister Song."

This time, Chang An was confused. He pulled Gu Li and leaned close to her ear and asked, "Do you know Madam Gu?"

Gu Li also replied in a low voice: "That's what I told Chang Lang yesterday. This is the prime minister I was talking about."

Chang An suddenly realized what was going on. Seeing Gu Li and the man beside her biting each other's ears, looking very intimate, Song Jing asked tentatively, "Is this Dr. Chang's beloved son Chang An?"

When he was mentioned, Chang An immediately bowed and said, "I am Chang An, nice to meet Prime Minister Song."

Song Jing looked at the man in front of him, who was not only a great writer, but also handsome and modest, so he nodded with satisfaction.

Then he looked at the men around Chang'an Gu Li and asked, "Who are these gentlemen?"

So, Wang Wei and Du Chengming all bowed and introduced themselves. When they heard Wang Wei's self-introduction, their eyes stayed on him for a moment longer.

"Prime Minister Song, why are you making such a big fuss today..." Chang Wenmeng asked, obviously having heard about the poetry meeting that Song Jing and Su Kang were going to hold.

"Oh, Prime Minister Su and I saw that there are many talented people on this mountain, so we want to hold a poetry meeting to liven up the atmosphere." After saying that, he looked at the young people again and asked, "Would you like to come and join in the fun?"

Everyone quickly agreed, and Song Jing brought a few people to the pavilion.

At this time, a lot of people gathered inside and outside the pavilion, including not only literati and scholars who came to participate in the poetry meeting, but also some officials who came to join in the fun.

Then, Song Jing walked into the pavilion, stood with Su Ke, stretched out his hand and made a downward motion, and the people in front of the pavilion also quieted down. After everyone was quiet, he spoke:

"First of all, thank you all for coming to participate in the poetry gathering that I spontaneously organized. Everyone can participate in this poetry gathering, and no matter whether you are good or bad, just consider it as a chance to add to the fun of today's climb." After saying this, he raised his hand and saluted to everyone.

"For this poetry gathering, I want you to write a poem each. I have prepared the pens and ink here. Anyone who is interested can come forward and leave your calligraphy."

"But if you want to write a poem, you need a topic. Why don't we write a poem based on this Double Ninth Festival as the topic? What do you think?"

Everyone outside the pavilion agreed.

Su Ke also spoke up at this time: "Since everyone has no objection, then this poetry gathering can begin."

But this is just the beginning. Everyone is thinking about it, and no one is willing to be the first.

"Chang Lang, why don't you be the first to go up later." Gu Li pulled Chang An and whispered in his ear.

"Am I the first one?" Chang An was a little curious and asked, "Why should I be the first one?"

"Because..." Gu Li thought about it, but couldn't come up with a reason, so he said, "I don't know, but I just want to see Chang Lang go up first, so that they can see that my Chang Lang is the best."

Chang An was startled, and seeing the seriousness in her clear eyes, he scratched the tip of her nose and said lovingly, "Mother Gu is the most important, I will listen to you."

"Have you decided what poem you want to write?"

"Of course!" Chang An said confidently, "Let's go up."

Gu Li nodded, and Chang An brought her to the front of the crowd, bowed to Song Jing and Su Ke, and said, "I have a seven-character quatrain, I wonder if I can be the first to write it?"

"Of course." Song Jing felt a little relieved when he saw him being the first to come up, and his expression was so natural.

"Then I will show you my poor performance." After saying that, Chang An walked into the pavilion under Gu Li's expectant gaze. He picked up the pen, thought for a moment, and then started writing.

The poem that Chang An wants to borrow this time is a poem by Mr. Du. Of course, Mr. Du is still just a child now, and it will take him several decades to write this poem.

Soon, Chang An stopped writing, bowed to Song Jing and Su Qi, and said, "I'm done."

Seeing that he was writing so fast, Song Jing glanced at Gu Li who was standing behind him and found that she behaved as naturally as Chang An, as if she had great confidence in her husband.

He picked up the poem written by Chang An, and his eyes fixed after reading it. Su Ke, who was standing nearby, saw Song Jing standing there in a daze, and couldn't help but be curious, so he leaned over and read the poem. After reading it, he was not as calm as Song Jing, and couldn't help but exclaimed:

"Good poem! Really good poem!"

Then Song Jing came to his senses, turned the poem over, and showed it to the people outside the pavilion. The person standing in the front row read out the poem:

"The wind is strong and the sky is high, the monkeys are howling sadly, the sand is clear and the white birds are flying back. The endless fallen leaves are rustling down, the endless Yangtze River is rolling in. I am often a guest in the sad autumn thousands of miles away, and I am alone on the stage for a hundred years due to illness. The hardship and hatred have made my hair white, and I have just stopped drinking muddy wine in my poverty."

"Does this poem have a title?" asked someone who had heard the poem.

"The name of the poem is: Climbing the High Mountain," said Chang An.

"What a great poem about climbing a mountain! It's really a great poem!"

"This kind of demeanor is really too much."

"Even if we write ten or a hundred more poems, they can't compare to this one..."

"..."

The crowd was full of praises. Gu Li was very happy to hear that everyone behind him was praising his son Chang Lang's poems. Chang Wenmeng was listening to the poems. He was not unaware of his son's talent, but he did not know that his son's talent was so great. He was so shocked that he did not even hear the people who knew Chang An congratulating him.

After hearing this, Du Chengming and others couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Brother Chang's talent is beyond compare."

"We have heard Brother Chang's poems before, but now we realize that they were just his casual remarks..."

"Brother Mojie, what do you think?" Zhao Guanzhong asked Wang Wei after sighing.

Wang Wei straightened up at this time and said seriously: "Just with this poem, Brother Chang will be famous for all eternity."

Under the admiration of everyone, Chang An got down from the pavilion, came to Gu Li, took her hand, and said, "Let's go out and sit for a while at the tree roots just now?"

"Chang Lang, don't you want to wait and see?" Gu Li tilted his head and asked.

"What are you looking at?"

"What if someone writes a better poem than Chang Lang?" Gu Li looked around, stood on tiptoe and whispered in Chang An's ear.

Chang An couldn't help but laugh when he heard this. He also leaned close to Gu Li's ear and whispered:

“No one could have written it better.”

After saying that, he pulled Gu Li, walked to the outside of the crowd, and returned to the tree roots. While whispering, he watched the literati come forward to write poems one after another.