Hu Hai solemnly pasted the portrait of Xiao Han on the wall of his bedroom. He took a step back, and the words of Sister Xiaohan rang in his ears: You are most like him with amorous eyes, you are most like him with an informal lifestyle, and you are most like him with the courage to fight and the spirit of yearning for freedom. He always pursed his lips and stared into the distance, all sins trembled and wept before him, and all beauty could not escape his eyes that found beauty......"

The daughter-in-law Mingjue walked over, looked at the bust on a white cloth on the wall, and then looked at Hu Hai with a fascinated face, and was taken aback.

How did this look make her feel something unearthly?

He's gone?

Why don't I call him a soul?

"Childe, he is really similar to you, but why does he have such strange hair?"

The strange and noble emotion was interrupted, and Hu Hai was very angry.

This ignorant woman!

But you can't lose your temper with a woman casually, Sister Xiaohan said that Pushkin had "one hundred and thirteen" emotional experiences in his life, but he rarely lost his temper with women. He would reflect his love and admiration for women in his works.

"Mingjue, will you guard me like a jade?"

Ming Jue was taken aback by the seriousness of his answer, did I do something wrong?

She replied mechanically, "Yes." ”

"Hmm." Hu Hai is very satisfied, which is the same standard as the woman Pushkin likes.

"So Mingjue, do you have a noble spirit of self-sacrifice?"

Ming Jue was so frightened that he took a step back, did he want me to commit suicide?

"No, Childe, I didn't make a mistake!"

Hu Hai frowned, and continued to ask: "Can you fulfill the mission of women and make spiritual merits?" ”

Ming Jue shuddered, she didn't know whether to worry about her life now, or whether she should worry about Childe's spirit, was this brought back something unclean from the graveyard, or was she entangled in some essence?

Hu Hai was very disappointed by her frightened appearance, and it was impossible for a great poet to communicate with this simple-minded woman.

His rich emotions are not reciprocated, his pursuit of freedom is not supported by his family, he is really, really lonely!

Sister Xiaohan once said that lonely people are shameful, and lonely people are noble, and now he deeply understands why lonely people are noble. In the past, he only thought that his bloodline was noble, but now he realized that the heart that did not respond was also noble.

"You laymen can't understand my pain and my pursuit!"

"I don't think you're worth my duel for you!" With that, he smiled contemptuously and turned away in a dashing manner. It seems that he needs to find a woman worthy of his duel.

Of course, one hundred and thirteen emotional experiences can be taken slowly, and there should be a character like my father, do you want to exchange your thoughts with him?

Yes, after my grand masterpiece is produced, he will not look at me condescendingly, the three emperors of virtue, the first emperor of the five emperors, and the great poets who are famous all over the world, we can have an equal dialogue!

Hu Hai was full of fever when he thought of this, and he urgently needed to pour out his enthusiasm on something.

Yes, I'm going to be a poet, I'm going to be a poet!

But where is there anything poetic about it?

This courtyard? Blue sky above the courtyard? A slave who is fetching water? Is there a big tree in the yard that is about to sprout......

The big tree, the big tree still seems to have a little bit of poetry.

But how do you put pen to paper? I can't write about two branches on a branch, and there are seven or eight buds growing on both branches, and the magpie comes and sings once, and touches off a bud, and the crow flies and rests for a while, and touches another bud, and oops, the spring of the tree has not yet begun, and it has already added a scar.

No, the field of vision is too narrow, the tone is too low, you can write about trees, you can write about birds, but the most important thing is that the poets of the nation should use the majestic horn to lift the spirits of the people.

"Hey, that sweeper, how can he look wilted and drooping, a little more energetic!"

The slave who was called was excited, and the broom flew up, and dust suddenly filled the courtyard.

"Ahem! Cough! You're sick, you really deserve to fight! Hu Hai shouted as he retreated.

Another woman drying the quilt cried out, "Oh, the dust is flying over here!" Hurry, stop, stop. ”

The other shouted, "Stop, stop." ”

Hu Hai looked at this group of laymen in disappointment, only knowing that wah-wow-wow-la-wah, have you taken care of your own soul?

He shouted: "Hate the rich! Hate the rich! ”

Qiu Fu ran over with a head of wool, and was taking two people to tidy up the warehouse, and the son shouted, listening to today's tune, there is something wrong with this door!

"Childe, the rich are here, you command!"

Hu Hai stared at him and thought for a while, what did I call him to come over? The effort of waiting forgets what needs to be done.

Oh, I'm going to lift the spirits of the people and inspire them to take care of their hearts!

"That, Qiu Fu, you can find me a copy of the Book of Songs, so that everyone can stop working and listen to the prince read poems to you for a while." If you haven't written a masterpiece yet, then read what others have written first.

"Huh?" Qiu Fu couldn't believe his ears, the little boy was going to read, and he wanted everyone to rest, is this the sun coming out of the west?

"Did you hear that?" Hu Hai was annoyed by Qiu Fu's questioning eyes.

"Oh, the little one heard, heard. It's the Book of Songs, right? "I have to make sure again!

Hu Hai shook his head, these stupid people!

Scholars can't do without Hongyi, and there is a long way to go. I, a prince, if I ignore and allow the existence of this phenomenon, how can I be worthy of my noble bloodline?

Pushkin said that if life deceives you, don't be sad, don't be anxious! Be calm in the days of gloom: believe it, happy days will come! The heart is always yearning for the future; Now it's often melancholy. Everything is instantaneous, everything will pass; And what has passed will become a cordial nostalgia.

The servants don't have to work.

According to Childe's instructions, everyone dusted off their bodies, washed their heads and faces, and gathered under the big tree.

The one who swept the floor just now was very uneasy, was this to punish him in front of everyone?

The quilt was also a little uneasy, and the childe looked disgusted when he heard her chirping. But can she keep quiet?

Qiu Fu looked at everyone, probably counted the points, and said to Hu Hai: "Son, everyone is here, please please!" ”

Hu Hai had already read two poems in the effort they had prepared, and he stood up in front of the people with confidence and grace, first looked up at the sky above him and the tree trunks that were trying to sprout, and then glanced at the crowd with low eyebrows, and suddenly felt that the poetry was gone.

"Heads up, all of you!"

Someone raised his eyes and quickly lowered his head. Little boy is not right today! What's next?

"Qiu Fu, you let them all raise their heads, otherwise, there will be no food today!"

Qiu Fu snorted with a "hmm". Now, without him speaking, everyone raised their heads.

Finally, the attention is on. Hu Hai still sighed in his heart, hey, there is a long way to go!

He coughed and said, "Now, listen to me read the poem, listen carefully, think carefully." ”

Everyone looked at the master in confusion, what the hell is going on? If you have something to say, don't you want to do it?

"King Wen is above, and Yu Zhao is in the sky. Although Zhou is an old state, its life is renewed. There are weeks that are not visible, and the emperor's life is from time to time. King Wen descended, around the emperor. …… Hou is subordinated to Zhou, and the destiny is normal. …… Wu Nian Erzu, Yu Xiu Jide. Yongyan is worthy of life, and he seeks more blessings. Yin Zhi has not lost his teacher, and he is worthy of God. In view of Yin, it is not easy to die! ”

After reading it in one breath, Hu Hai was moved by himself. The "King Wen" he chose had only read it before, but he didn't understand the deep meaning, but now it is completely different.

"How do you feel?"

Everyone looked at the master in confusion, and quickly lowered their heads.

Hu Hai was irritable for a while, and the poet's loneliness hit his heart again. Why did they bow their heads again?

Slowly, slowly, you can't be in a hurry, you can't be in a hurry, Pushkin said don't be sad, don't be in a hurry! Everything is instantaneous, everything will pass; And what has passed will become a cordial nostalgia.

"Okay, I'll give you another easy one. This time, I listened carefully and heard what I wanted to communicate with my son. ”

Everyone: "Huh? After a while, he quickly lowered his head again, and communicated, why is it normal for Childe to speak?

"Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island. My Fair Lady, Gentleman. Jagged wattles, left and right flowing. My Fair Lady, I covet it. I can't ask for it, but I can't think about it. Leisurely, tossing and turning. Jagged wattles, picked left and right. My Fair Lady, Friends of the Piano. Jagged wattle, left and right. My Fair Lady, bells and drums. ”

A few people let out an "oh", and this one is still more interesting.

Hu Hai put down the bamboo slips and asked, "Can anyone communicate with me about their thoughts on listening to this poem?" ”

Everyone didn't squeak, something is wrong with Hu Hai today, don't move forward if you have nothing to do.

"Why didn't anyone speak? Who's 'oh' just now? ”

One guy covered his mouth in horror, and now he realized that he had forgotten!

Hu Hai pointed, "It's you, the one who fetches water!" ”

The shiver of fetching water was still pointed. He stammered, "Father-in-law, I miss women, I want women to sleep, sleep, and can't sleep." ”

Hu Hai's face sank, how can he speak? Childe thinks that women can't sleep?

The man hurriedly added: "Childe, the little and the villain are saying that the taste of thinking and thinking about women in the poem and the poem is the same as the heart and heart of the villain." The villain also wants to sleep, and can't sleep. ”

People laughed "coaxing".

Hu Hai stiffened his face and said in his heart, this king and eight lambs listened carefully.

"Okay, Qiu Fu, let everyone disperse, what should you do! Tomorrow at this time, we will gather everyone, and Childe will read poetry for you. ”

Qiu Fu responded blankly, and everyone dispersed in a daze.

Can't say what's wrong with this?

Whatever, as long as he doesn't beat or scold, it's good, and he can rest.

Zhao Gao, who walked into the courtyard, was also confused. There are a lot of bamboo slips at the feet of the little boy, what a rare sight!

His mood when reading poetry is full of confidence, obviously in the midst of music, how can it change so much in a day?

He walked over and shouted, "Little boy." ”

Hu Hai turned his face to look at him and nodded.

For so many years, the teacher has not discovered the strengths of the students, and he has been trying to find fault with the students and hit the students' self-confidence, what kind of teacher the fuck is this?

However, it is too much to compete with this layman. Pushkin either didn't care, or he took the weapon and put it directly on the right.

Of course, his main way of fighting is poetry.

I also use poetry in Huhai, and if there is no poetry today, I will ignore him first.

Zhao Gao shouted again, "Little boy." ”

Hu Hai looked at Zhao Gao irritably, stared at him for a few seconds, and saw if he was finished.

Zhao Gao was shocked by this strange look. Heavens, was he struck by lightning?

How could he still have a trace of pity in his boredom, did Lao Tzu need such a person's mercy?

Even Hu Hai will pity others? This, this, this, should I be surprised or rejoiced? Zhao Gao was confused.

Ming Jue walked over timidly and called out to Zhao Gao softly, "Lord Zhao." ”

Lord Zhao cleaned up his mind from the confusion and nodded vaguely. Hu Hai didn't know where to go.

Where did Hu Hai go?

He didn't bring his followers, but pulled his horse to the edge of the Wei River, took his hair apart, and let the wind blow it away.

Facing the sound of rushing water, he really wanted to play a song. He thought that Pushkin would be like this when he was lonely, facing the river and the village, enjoying solitude alone, and dissipating sorrow alone.

The girl who draws water by the river, does she know how happy she is to be chosen by your lingering dreams.

The girl who helped her father with fishing, did she know it, and listened to the young girl's singing, and the old man's heart became younger.

The fat and strong carp, it knows how comfortable it is to be picked by the girl's hand and held in her arms.

……

Hu Hai's confidence increased greatly, if he could not be a poet, there would be no great poet in Huaxia from now on.

Like Pushkin, he wants to deal with all kinds of people, break all kinds of prejudices, and find inspiration for his creations from them.

The poet of the nation, sings for the nation, eulogizes for the nation, he Huhai can afford this responsibility!

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