When Ning Fei saw the barrage, he knew that he was mentioned in the news again.

"I'm just making a snowman. I don't think so."

Ning Fei himself is also very surprised.

He didn't surf the Internet today, and he didn't know how big a frenzy he had set off in society after he made a snowman.

First of all, hot search, discussion and praise.

Then, a few netizens began to show their snowman.

Then, more and more people are involved in making snowman, and the heat is getting higher and higher, so the challenge of making snowman is directly on fire.

From government agencies to private enterprises, they are organizing their employees to make snowmen.

For some private enterprises, this is the best opportunity to advertise.

If the snowman they make can be the best, then they will show up in China to the maximum extent.

Many families also find this challenge very interesting and invite their friends to make a snowman.

So, a very interesting scene appeared in the city.

Looking around, people are making snowmen on both sides of the road.

The sanitation workers are also stupid.

They used to sweep the snow on both sides of the road into tree pits or pile it up.

Now they don't have to work. People don't have time to grab snow.

It's a very interesting sport.

Sometimes, a behavior itself has nothing to do with it, but what kind of influence it will have is very important.

Ningfei builds a snowman shape of a galloping horse, leads the snowman frenzy, and makes the society more harmonious and laughing, which is a good thing.

Back to Qingfeng view, Ning Fei chatted with netizens again.

"Snow has always been the object of ancient Chinese singing."

"After all, in ancient winter, people had nothing to do, and there was no good way of entertainment, so many literati like to gather in the Pavilion when it snows and show off what they picked."

"Let me ask you a question. If you were asked to describe the heavy snow, how would you describe it?"

After the snowy day, Ning Fei and netizens interact so much, and everyone thinks it's very interesting.

"How do you describe the snow? It's snowing like goose feather. How about it? "

"I think it should be 'you don't call again, I'm afraid Charlotte misunderstood'"

"Ha ha, the answer in front is full marks."

"Snowflakes are floating and the north wind is blowing"

"what about the heavy rain?"

"Don't fight any more, you don't fight any more."

"Buddha, February red came to ask for medicine."

"Since ancient times, netizens have produced talents. Why do you have voices in your barrage?"

We had a good chat.

Ning Fei looked at the barrage and thought it was very interesting, but he also laughed.

He had thought that people would say "suddenly like a spring breeze, thousands of pear trees bloom" and so on.

But obviously not.

"Ning Guanzhu, how do you describe the snow as heavy?"

A netizen asked.

"The ancients described snow in many poems. We have learned a lot in textbooks from childhood to adulthood."

"But what I like most is this poem:

" it should be that the immortals are drunk and crush the white clouds. "

Ning Fei said in a warm voice.

His voice is soft and clean. Netizens feel comfortable when they hear him say this poem.

"It should be the fairy who is drunk and smashes the white clouds in disorder!"

Netizens murmured.

"Good poetry, good poetry."

"This poem is too domineering. Who wrote it? Why haven't you heard of it?"

"I just checked. The poet who wrote this poem is Li Bai."

"It's really Li Bai. I said that only in this way can he write such domineering poems."

After listening to Ning Fei's poem, we all had a heated discussion.

Because the view of Qingfeng is in line with the artistic conception of the poem.

At this time, Ning Fei also explained: "the author of this poem is my favorite poet, Li Bai."

"It means that the celestial beings drink the wine of the Milky way. After getting drunk, they rub the white clouds to pieces and turn them into snow and silver waves everywhere."

"This metaphor is bold and novel, novel and unique, astonishing, vulgar and very reasonable."

"The word" Crazy "completely shows the immortal spirit of Tianxian."

Ning Fei praised the poem, and netizens nodded frequently.

"I studied geography, biology and now Chinese in the studio of ningguanzhu."

"I didn't listen so carefully when the Chinese teacher talked about the interpretation of ancient prose."

"The artistic conception is different, the feeling is different. I used to think that poetry is poetry, but now I feel that poetry is by my side. I can feel the atmosphere in poetry. It's a good feeling.""If it snows in the future, you can put it on in front of your sister."

"Ningguanzhu's temperament is very suitable for reciting this poem."

"Sisters, make money. In the future, we'll keep a few old-fashioned beautiful men to read poems to us every day."

"I'm afraid you're thinking about peaches."

Ning Fei is also immersed in Li Bai's poems.

Such a poem is an old wine, the more aftertaste, the more you can feel the artistic conception contained in it.

Li Baizhen is worthy of being a great poet in China from ancient times to the present. The pursuit of romance in his life is incisively and vividly reflected in him.

Sometimes, when feeling comes, it's natural to do something.

Men always do.

So Ning Fei went to the house again and took out the ink brush, paper and inkstone, and began to study the ink.

"Is Ning Guanzhu going to paint again?"

A netizen asked.

Ning Fei shook his head and explained:

"I'm not sure I can draw such a picture."

"Because if you want to draw such an ancient painting, you must have the charm in your heart and be able to fit into the artistic conception of the poem."

"I haven't really seen or felt such a crazy immortal, so I don't have the feeling of the picture in my heart."

"I just wanted to write down these two ancient poems on a whim."

Ning Fei is good at calligraphy. He dips his brush in ink, picks it up, and then outlines it on paper. His actions are like flowing clouds and flowing water.

From top to bottom, from right to left, Ning Fei wrote these two poems:

"it should be the celestial being who is drunk and smashes the white clouds."

His calligraphy contains Zhuangzi's emptiness, remoteness and leisure. He does not seek richness and variety. In his writing, he pursues the meaning of emptiness and remoteness.

This is a beautiful scene.

"Sure enough, a handsome man looks good at everything!"

Netizens appreciate Ning Fei's words and think of it in their heart.

......

the next day, Ning Fei was still on the air.

The snow outside the door has gradually melted, and the black handsome snow sculpture has also changed out of shape.

Ning Fei thought in his heart, do you want to make another wood or stone carving, so that it can be preserved for a longer time.

"Besides, it depends on whether there are suitable materials."

Ning Fei thought to himself.

Ning Fei goes shopping in the village again. On the way, he meets the village head, who is walking head-on from the north of Qinshan village.

Netizens found that Ning Guan often met the village head when he was traveling.

It's like village leaders are everywhere.

"Village head, what's the matter? You look sad." Ning Fei went over and asked.

"It's not a big deal. Li tietou'er in the north of the village is going to be buried today. His dog is not allowed to be buried. Just after a group of people held the dog down and tied it up, Li tietou'er was buried." The village head took a puff of dry tobacco and said, shaking his head.

"It's his little white dog." Hearing this, Ning Fei sighed.

"Yes, that one. I haven't eaten for three days. I guess I can't live." Qin Zheng sighed again and walked away immediately.

The conversation between the two people was heard by netizens, and they were very interested in what the village head said.

Ning Fei explained:

"the burial custom is different in every place. When an old man dies in Qinshan village, he will put it in the guest hall for three days, and then go to the graveyard in the back mountain for burial."

"Burial is also allowed in Qinshan village."

"Leader Li Tie, I heard people in the village say that he died a few days ago. Since his death, his dog has never eaten or drunk. "

"Li tietou's children have been outside all the time, and Li tietou's dog has been with him all the time. Now that his children are back for the funeral, the dog should not let others bury Li tietou's body in the ground. "

Thinking of this, Ning Fei plans to go to the cemetery in the North back mountain of the village to have a look.

Funeral in rural areas is not allowed to be broadcast live, which is not in line with the values advocated now. The broadcast room will be banned.

Ning Fei didn't go there immediately.

Just in the afternoon, Ning Fei went to the back mountain in the north of the village to have a look. There was no live broadcast of the back mountain.

In the back hill of the north of the village, he could see a new tomb in a cemetery, with traces of altar, fruit, ashes burned by paper money and so on.

Ning Fei saw a white dog at a glance.

The dog was lying on the side of the grave, curled up, eyes closed, seemingly sleeping peacefully.

The village head said the dog had not eaten for several days.

There are a lot of fruits, meat and other food on the nearby altar.

But the dog didn't move.

It should know what happened.

But it just wants to be with its master quietly.After all, for it, the ordinary old man is its whole life.

"Woof

At Ningfei's feet, the little dog saw the dog from a distance. It barked, as if it wanted to arouse something.

"Dog, let's go."

Ning Fei sighed and said to the dog, then turned and left.

He didn't want to disturb the dog.

The dog stopped to see the dog lying on his stomach for a while, then turned to see that Ning Fei had gone far away, and hastened to catch up.

This time, the dog is running very fast.