"Teacher Li, I don't know if I have a thing, I don't know if I should talk about it or not?"

Eh...... Guy, your tone is a bit (6)?

Li Xusheng is not much surprised, after all, what he is talking about now is not like history, not like, this will naturally make people feel that they are not playing?

So Li Xusheng raised his hand and said, "Yes, please start your performance?"

“……”

Although he didn't understand what Li Xusheng was talking about, the classmate also began to ask questions.

And for this kind of scene, some people were surprised and some people also showed interest.

"Mr. Li, I don't know what this story you told has to do with the culture of the Tang Dynasty?"

Then, the student who asked the question said.

"That's it?" Li Xusheng said indifferently.

"...... right"

The student nodded.

"That's what you mean?" Li Xusheng smiled and looked at the students.

"Well, you can ask this question after I'm done. Li Xusheng said, "So I still want to say something, are you sure you want to say it now? I'm afraid that you won't understand it?"

This is true, he can say bluntly that this character was a famous poet and immortal figure in the Tang Dynasty, but they don't know the key here?

So how to say?

Without this story, no matter what Li Xusheng says, others will not take it seriously.

Although I want to understand, but now the course is Li Xusheng's, so how he wants to come, others really can't care, after all, it's not something that can't be taught.

Although someone asked questions, Li Xusheng did not answer, but returned to the scene of this story.

Li Xusheng paused and said: "A few years later, when the young man who left the broken leaf grew into a tall young man, and then, the name of the "Hundred Poems of Fighting Wine" also became famous all over the world, and Li Bai finally stepped into a place he had never been to - the prosperous Tang Chang'an City, which was the envy of all countries.

This city is so different.

Li Bai felt like he had returned to his hometown, the mixed crowd of people in Chang'an City made him feel the warmth he had not seen for a long time, and he even saw people from Broken Leaves like him, living freely here.

Such a beautiful customs, such a beautiful city, and even the fragrance wafting in the breeze makes people feel slightly drunk.

Li Bai was drunk in the beautiful night as he wished, and when he passed by the Suzaku Gate on Chang'an Street, the bright moonlight sprinkled from the city gate, and he suddenly became very happy and pulled out the long sword that looked tattered.

That night, the shining light under the Vermilion Bird Gate even covered up the dazzling bright moon, and the figure of the young man in white dancing under the moon was like a fairy, even after many years, the people of Chang'an who were lucky enough to witness it could not forget.

The deep sword marks on the Vermilion Bird Gate alarmed the magistrate of Chang'an City, and even went up to the heavens. ”

This paragraph is a little inexplicable, isn't it good to talk about Tang culture?

How did this suddenly become a story of the immortals?

Although they don't know, they are still a little interested in this story.

Of course, what they are most interested in is the meaning of "100 poems of wine fighting"?

If you don't have some real kung fu, you still dare to say it?

And at this time, Li Xusheng's tone also began to be subdued: "Di Renjie, the magistrate of Chang'an City, hurriedly came with a punishment order, when he saw the wanton and wild font on the Vermilion Bird Gate, and the white figure under the bright moon, on his face that had always been as usual, there was an unprecedented trace of emotion, I don't know whether it was a look of surprise or envy that disappeared in a flash, so fast that no one could see it clearly. At this time, Li Baijiu was very happy, looked up at the poems he had engraved, and laughed wantonly-

"I want to go to the blue sky and see the bright moon!"

As soon as this sentence came out, not only the students, but even the teachers who listened to the class were moved?

But immediately after, Li Xusheng threw out another poem, as if dyed, which surprised everyone.

"He who forsaken me shall not remain in the day of yesterday;

Those who disturb my heart will have many troubles today.

The long wind sends autumn geese thousands of miles, and you can be a tall building for this.

Penglai's article is built on the bones, and Xiao Xie is clear in the middle.

All of them want to fly, and want to go to the blue sky and catch the bright moon.

The water is more flowing when the knife is drawn, and the glass is more worried.

Life is not satisfactory in the world, and the Ming Dynasty spreads flat boats. ”

This suddenly threw out a poem that surprised everyone, and to the surprise of some, the poem was perfect?

Then, the drunken young man saw the young sheriff in a neat official robe under the moonlight, and the bright eyes of the other party clearly reflected the bright moon in the sky.

"Hey, it's kind of like the moon......"

The young man muttered, and suddenly reached out to grab the sheriff.

It is well known to everyone in Chang'an City that the magistrate Di has a serious habit of cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder, but in the face of a drunken youth, he obviously cannot be expected to recognize this fact.

Outside the Vermilion Bird Gate, the dazzling sword light and the dim punishment order brought up the flying sand and stones. This fight, which seemed inexplicable to Li Bai, finally stopped after the empress's password arrived. ”

Good guy, at this point, everyone was also shocked, Mom, we still have an empress in Datang?

Isn't it possible that I'm learning fake history?

"Chivalry is forbidden by martial arts, but the empress who cherishes her talent has personally exempted Li Bai from her faults.

The drunken intention was eliminated after the fight, and Li Bai watched the sheriff who was still meticulous after the fight leave, but he didn't know that he had been remembered by the young sheriff since then......

Empress Wu Zetian's many invitations annoyed Li Bai, but the sheriff who conveyed the will to the empress many times has always been calm.

Looking at the sheriff's calm face, Li Bai, who couldn't raise the slightest temper at all, decided to leave Chang'an and continue his travels.

He passed by the Yellow River, looked at the surging and endless river, and once again comprehended a new sword intent.

"The sword of the river comes from the sky!"

Xueliang's long sword was not wanton and wild this time, an atmospheric and awe-inspiring sword intent continued to flow out, and the long sword that looked tattered and tattered emitted a dazzling light in Li Bai's hand. ”

Speaking of this, Li Xusheng paused, and suddenly said in a loud voice:

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky,

Rushing to the sea and never returning.

You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired,

Morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop.

Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.

The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time.

The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years.

What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman.

Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine,

Sell eternal sorrow with you. ”

Hold the grass ......

Scared the baby to death!