Short stories about poets are badly needed! ! !

The story of the poet Li Bai, Taibai Liquor.

One year, winter just arrived, and the cold was biting. Li Bai who lives in Caishiji often goes to a hotel on the street to buy drinks. This shop is run by a rich man named Lu, and everyone calls him boss Lu. Although this boss Lu is kind to people on the surface, he is cruel in his bones! Several bartenders in his family (those guys in the hotel) were tired to the end and he kicked them out.

On this day, Li Bai walked into the hotel again. Lying in a chair, boss Lu twisted his beard and squinted at Li Bai with mirth. It occurred to him that the poor poet had left Kyoto for several years, and he might have spent almost all his money with him. I remember that Li Bai was greeted with a smile when he first entered the store, and he often came and went in the future. He can't squeeze out much oil and water, and his face looks ugly every time. He advised the bartender to ignore Li Bai, but the bartender poured wine for Li Bai enthusiastically: before leaving, he also poured a big pot of wine on Li Bai. This time, nothing can be cheaper than Li Bai! He stood up, strolled to Li Bai's side and said with implication, "The eaves of the shop are too low and the wine pool is too shallow to stand the Hanlin Academy, which was set up in the early Tang Dynasty to gather some literary talents to serve the court. ) such a big hip flask! "

Li Bai knows that the money he gave last time was enough to buy several drinks. Now seeing the appearance of boss Lu, I don't want to argue with him, so I took out the last piece of silver from my pocket and threw it on the counter. "bang!" Shocked and shocked, boss Lu's eyes were dim, his face was covered with dark clouds, and a smile appeared: "You don't know the bottom of the river, I didn't expect so much money for drinks." He turned to the bartender and said, "Quick, change money for adults!" " "

Li Bai waved his sleeve: "Forget it, don't look for it, come back next time!" " "Lu boss narrowed his eyes and said," yes, yes! " "

The next night, Li Bai came again, and the bartender poured him a pot of wine. On the third and fourth days, Li Bai visited every day. Boss Lu is impatient. He counted the money left by Li Bai, and it will be almost the same in another month. He persuaded the bartender with sweet words and secretly poured water into Li Bai's flagon.

Li Bai took a few sips and felt that the taste was not strong, and he didn't say anything. In the future, every time he came, boss Lu assembled the wine with great interest and poured it for Li Bai himself, but secretly added twice as much water. Day after day, Li Bai was as if nothing had happened. Later, boss Lu simply poured a pot of cold water on Li Bai. Thinking it was wine, Li Bai happily returned to the boat, picked up the hip flask and poured it into the cup. When he smelled it, it smelled wrong. Take a sip and spit it out! You can tell at a glance that it is a muddy river. He was very angry and wanted to argue with the shopkeeper. On second thought, I didn't talk to such a person! But this is the only hotel in Caishiji area. Ask him for charity, not to mention! Even in front of the emperor, Li Bai doesn't want to condescend, let alone such a villain attached to the front (money)!

In the dead of night, he tossed and turned to sleep restlessly; I want to write some poems, but I can't. Over the years, wine has formed an indissoluble bond with him. After drinking a pot, he temporarily forgot his sadness; See the foggy world clearly. But now, in this bleak quarry, there is not even the only wine that can relieve him! "Hundred Poems of Li Bai Fighting for Wine", without wine, you can't write a poem. He sighed, listening to the sound of raindrops falling under the eaves, and his heart was breaking.

One day, he wandered by the river and passed a hut. An old man with gray temples nodded and smiled at him and warmly invited him to sit in the house. As soon as he entered the door, the old man bowed to Li Bai: "Thank you for saving my life!"

Li Bai stood still, wondering what had happened. The old man complained with tears: "My name is Ji, and my hometown is Youzhou. There was a famine that year, and my wife and I took our children up the mountain to peel bark. Suddenly, two big white tigers jumped on me and ate my wife. My children and I were scared out of our wits. Fortunately, my husband just wandered there and killed two tigers with one arrow, so my father and son survived. "

Li Bai suddenly remembered and quickly lifted the old man up and said, "Nothing, nothing."

The old man said, "Over the years, in order to repay my kindness, I have been secretly following you. I can't enter the palace except when you are in Kyoto. From Jinling to Luzhou, from Xuancheng to quarrying, I have been following you, fishing and firewood. "

Li Bai burst into tears, grabbed the old man's hand, shook it and asked kindly, "Where's the child?"

The old man casually pointed: "Well, helping in the hotel."

Li Bai was about to tell the old man that boss Lu used water as wine. The old man interrupted him: "I have listened to the children." What can a man like that do? ! "Say that finish, he took out a big jar of wine from the room. "Come on, fairy, please have a good drink!" The old man patted his chest. "I will cover all the drinks you drink in the future!" "

Li Bai was too happy to know what to do. He has been drinking for several days, and he rushed out at once. He couldn't wait for the old man to take the food, so he picked up the cup and drank it down. Drink, drink, get drunk. Squinting his eyes, he stumbled to the "Lian Bi Desk" outside the door and asked someone to take a pen. Knowing that Li Bai's poem was coming, the old man quickly handed in the prepared pen, ink and paper. Li Bai looked at the rolling river. Bloody sunset, pen, wave:

The Yangtze River splits the Tianmen Peak like a giant axe, and the green river flows around the island.

The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon.

The old man stretched out his trembling hand, picked up the cursive script with wet ink, ran back to the hut and respectfully stuck it on the wall.

Since then, this ordinary hut has come to life. Passers-by, firewood collectors and fishermen all want to come in and look at the poems on the wall. Some copy, some recite, and a word spreads. Someone came to Wan Li to enjoy this poem. Someone asked who wrote it, and the old man always gave a thumbs-up and proudly said to everyone, "It's the handwriting of the poet Li Bai! He drank my wine and wrote such a good poem! "

Hearing this, people from all over the world rushed here, sat down and drank two cups, savored this intoxicating wine and enjoyed the artistic conception created by the poet ... I don't know from which day, the old man opened a hotel, day and night, in addition to brewing wine for Li Bai, he also used it as a hard work for tourists to wash away the dust along the way.

Since then, the store number of "Taibaijia" has been displayed.

Boss Nalu heard that the old man surnamed Ji has excellent brewing skills and prosperous business. Full of unhappiness. In addition, the bartender has been to Taibai Liquor's house, which makes his hotel deserted, and fewer and fewer people drink, making him blow his beard and stare. Think about it, there's nothing I can do. I had to ask the servant to visit Li Bai by the river with a few big treasures and two jars of wine. The purpose is to ask him to write a poem for himself to support the scene.

Li Bai saw the purpose of boss Lu at a glance and waved at him: "Your wine pool is too shallow for me to drink!" " With a wave of his hand, he told the boatman to sail, only to see a little bamboo pole, and the boat gently left the riverbank and headed for the middle of the river.

Boss Lu was as anxious as a cat on hot bricks, hoarse and shouting: "Fairy, fairy, stop, have something to say, say it!" After running a few steps, I tripped over a stone and plopped down on the beach.

Soon, Lujia Hotel closed, but Ji Laohan's "Taibaijia" business was booming.

A year later, the old man died unfortunately. Li Bai was so sad that he spilled wine into the Yangtze River and cried for three days and nights. He also wrote a poem in memory of the old man.

The old spring will be brewed in Ji Minruo's grave.

Who will the wine be sold to on a night without Li Bai?

It can be seen how deep the friendship between Li Bai and the old brewer is!

For thousands of years, many hotels, large and small, along the Yangtze River have always taken "Taibai Liquor Home" and "Taibai Heritage" as their shop numbers and written them on the doorways with cloth to show their true feelings for the great poet Li Bai.