"Ahh

"No, no, fly away, fly away. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Hahaha......" This Qilin and Brother Feng were not only made to laugh by Little Lori's actions.

Although their status is noble, the people who are usually with them are also some upper-class people who are full of glory and wealth, but ordinary ordinary people can't see them. Not to mention the little ones.

Of course, it's not that they don't want to see each other, but there is no communication between them at all, and the monk's life is naturally detached, what can you get by talking to children? Can you still talk to them about the big truth? What kind of common sense of cultivation, how to compose lyrics, do these really know these things? The generation gap between them is not ordinarily big!

Don't look at the two people in front of them, but they are at least 10,000 years old, they can be called super old monsters, and they have already reached the Mahayana stage according to the cultivation realm, so how can they go out of their way to talk to a child? There is no common language at all!

But maybe they were amused by the cute appearance of little Lori, but they didn't let go of their identities to talk to Little Lori.

"Hey, little guy, what do you want to say!, you might as well say it and let me hear it!" Brother Feng smiled and looked at the little Lori, took out the fan on his body and gently tapped it on his hand, looking at this, he was thinking about answering the Qilin's poem next, and was interrupted by the little Lori, he had no thoughts, as for listening to the words of the little Lori?

What can a child know? Although his strength has reached three stars, he can almost be regarded as a stunning genius at this age! But for them who are ten stars, they are still too weak, and this cultivation is not something that can be broken through with a good talent.

"Hehe, Brother Feng actually has such Yaxing words!The little guy might as well say it!" Qilin also touched the teacup in front of him and said to the little Lori with a smile. There's really nothing wrong with talking to little Lori like this at their age.,After all, they're all two antiques over 10,000 years old!

Little Lori didn't mind her words, she said that it was already very good to be able to speak, and she saw Brother Feng take out a fan and gently tap it on his hand with a chic look.

Little Lori naturally didn't show weakness and reached out to take something in her hand, but it wasn't a fan, but a ring ruler, similar to a ruler, but most of its effects were used to beat people.

"Ahem!" Little Lori coughed twice, slapped the table a few times with her hand, and now it doesn't hurt to pat Little Lori's hand with a ruler! However, what little Lori doesn't know is that her appearance is really cute at this time, her little mouth is raised high, her cute neck is up, and she looks like a teacher, but this teacher is just a cute little Lori who is about twelve years old, or a little Lori wearing a skirt, very cute and cute.

Then the nice tone came out of the little Lori's mouth.,Ancient poems naturally have to be matched with a good voice.,You have to have an intonation to read slowly to feel it.,As soon as the sound came out of the little Lori's mouth,Kirin and Brother Feng were immediately attracted.,They forgot what they did.,Just look at the little Lori blankly.。

If the people of Lori's world were here, they would know what this verse was all at once.

Just listen to ......

"Being alone in a foreign land as a stranger, thinking of relatives every festive season.

The remote knowledge brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person in the dogwood. ”

That's right, this is Wang Wei's September 9th Memories Shandong Brothers!

It's a classic ancient poem.

The poem was written because of the Chung Yeung Festival and the longing for relatives in his hometown. Wang Wei's home in Puzhou, in the east of Huashan, so the title is "Remembering Shandong Brothers". When he wrote this poem, he was probably seeking fame in Chang'an. Although the prosperous imperial capital was very attractive to the young scholars who were enthusiastic at that time, for a young wanderer, it was a "foreign land" with no relatives after all; and the more prosperous and lively it was, the more lonely and unaccompanied the wanderer in the vast sea of people. The first sentence uses one word "alone" and two "different" words, which are very weighty. The thoughts of relatives and the feelings of their own lonely situation are all condensed in this word "independence". "A foreign land is a stranger", but it is said that a guest in a foreign land, but the artistic effect caused by the two words "different" is much stronger than that of a guest in a foreign country. In the feudal era when the natural economy dominated the situation, the terroir, human feelings, language, and living habits of different regions were very different. "Stranger" and "stranger" are simple and true expressions of this feeling. The homesickness of a guest in a foreign country naturally exists on weekdays, but sometimes it is not necessarily revealed, but once it encounters a certain catalyst - the most common is "festive season" - it is easy to explode, and even irrepressible. This is the so-called "thinking of relatives every festive season". The festive season is often a day for family reunions, and it is often associated with many good memories of the hometown scenery, so it is very natural to "miss your relatives every festive season". It can be said that everyone has this kind of experience, but before Wang Wei, no poet has successfully expressed it with such unpretentious and highly generalized verses. And once the poet said it, it became the aphorism-style aphorism that can best express the feelings of homesickness in the guest.

The first two sentences can be said to be the "direct method" of artistic creation. Hardly without any detours, but straight to the core, quickly forming a climax, and an epigram appears. However, this way of writing often makes the last two sentences unsustainable, resulting in a lack of stamina. The last two lines of this poem will inevitably be snake-footed if they follow the linear extension of "thinking of relatives during the festive season," and it will be difficult to turn around with new ideas and form a new climax. The author takes another approach: immediately after the torrent of feelings, a microwave rippling lake appears, which seems calm, but in fact it is more profound.

During the Chung Yeung Festival, there is a custom of climbing the mountain, and when ascending, wearing a dogwood sac is said to be able to avoid disasters. Dogwood, also known as Yue pepper, is a fragrant plant. Three or four sentences, if you just generalize how your brothers ascended on the Double Ninth Day, wearing dogwoods, and you are alone in a foreign land and can't participate, although you write about the festive homesickness, it will seem straight, lacking novelty and affection. The poet thinks of it: "There is one less person in the dogwood." This means that the brothers who are far away from home are wearing dogwoods when they ascend today, but they find that one brother is missing—they are not among them. It seems that it is not that I have not been able to spend the festival with my brothers in my hometown, but that my brothers have not been fully reunited during the festival; it seems that my situation of being a stranger in a foreign land alone is not worth telling, but the shortcomings of my brothers must be more considerate. It's twists and turns, and it's out of the ordinary. And this kind of unusualness is its depth, the new police department. Du Fu's "Moonlit Night": "Pity the little children, unresolved memories of Chang'an", and these two sentences are the same, and Wang Shi seems to be even less focused.

In short, this ancient poem is very in line with the mood of the Qilin and Brother Feng present at this time.

Unlike this Wang Wei, Qilin and Brother Feng watched their relatives and friends slowly die.

How difficult the road of cultivating immortals is, not only the difficulty of cultivation, but also the loneliness of the long road that needs to be stepped on, Qilin and Brother Feng have come all the way, how many human beings have passed away in front of their eyes, which kind of loneliness is more difficult than Wang Wei. It's hard to appreciate without experiencing it. It's like a white-haired person sending a black-haired person.

Although they don't know what dogwood is, and they don't know the specific meaning of the festival, they don't know why this ancient poem can fit them perfectly, and it doesn't matter if they don't know the meaning, the heart is already on it.

And this is the charm of ancient poetry, she does not have the power of the artistic conception of this world, she can purely rely on her own strength to express it by words, what ancient poetry has is to use simple words to express a person's emotions, so that many people can achieve a state of resonance.

Although ancient poems have no artistic conception and no power, what they express has the poet's heart.

Qilin and Brother Feng are not poems that are expressed only by strength, they have also put a certain amount of effort into words here, although they can sense Wang Wei's heart at once, the spirit of a poet.