"Teacher, are you serious?" Su Wen's eyes lit up like a wolf.

He already had the intention of being a copyist, and there was no psychological burden to drum up some classics, Yu Cheng provoked him like this, it was completely to let him show him.

In this world, he positions himself as a cultural inheritor - there is a difference between this place and his original world for hundreds of years, and the culture of hundreds of years is missing, and if he does not spread it, will he not live up to his identity as a time-traveler?

He also wants to see how far those classic articles of the earth can go in this world! At that time, what kind of status will he have as a master of culture?

It's a little exciting to think about! Su Wen saw an incomparably bright future.

Hearing Su Wen's suspicions, Yu Cheng smiled: "I'm a teacher, and I'll lie to you as a student?" As long as you can write ancient poems that are close to the theme just mentioned, and the standard is sufficient, I will not only recommend the manuscript to you, but also write a preface for you, talk about today's events, and describe the origin of these poems. How is it? ”

Su Wen was overjoyed: "This is good!" This is good! Then I'll thank you in advance. ”

Yu Cheng rolled his eyes: "Are you so confident?" ”

It's not Yu Cheng's self-confidence, it's his incomparable trust in the big bulls of the original earth.

Great gods will always be great gods, even if they change worlds, it is difficult to hide their unconcealable light. What did you say about that? You are like a firefly in the night, even if you sell pork, you are so handsome!

Hearing Yu Cheng's promise to make a preface, Xie Tianxing was so jealous that he didn't have such treatment.

swept away Su Wen, who was full of confidence, Xie Tianxing snorted coldly: "Su Wen, don't blow the cow to the sky!" Do you think ancient poems are so easy to write well? ”

"Su Wen, think about it, I'm sure you can." At this time, Ma Wenqiang, who was sitting not far from Su Wen, spoke out to support his friend.

Su Wen nodded and smiled at him, and glanced at the audience, the expressions of the classmates were different, some were expectant, some were indifferent, some were disdainful, and some were envious, jealous and hateful.

Yu Cheng had a smile on his face, his eyes were bright, and he was expecting and encouraging.

Su Wen swept over Xie Tianxing's disdainful and jealous face, didn't think much about it, didn't sing anymore, sat down on the ground, picked up the pen, tore off a blank piece of paper on the homework book, snorted a few times, and wrote a few lines.

The text does not add points, all in one go!

Under the strange gaze of everyone, Su Wen picked up the paper, blew a breath, smiled on his face, stood up confidently, walked through the classroom, came to the podium, and handed the paper to Yu Cheng with both hands.

"Teacher, my poem is not only relevant, but I also connect with the topic just now, that is, if the civil and military saint did not escape from Wulingpo and was captured, what kind of decapitated poem would he write before he died. I think this poem of mine can be his heart's content! ”

"The voice of the Sage Wen?" Yu Cheng was taken aback, feeling that Su Wen's tone was too big, and he was a little unaware.

Under the expectant gaze of everyone, Yu Cheng lowered his head, his gaze slowly turned to the paper in his hand, and lines of poetry jumped into his eyes-

"Once the hardships are encountered, there are few stars around."

At the beginning is the narrative of personal provenance, Yu Cheng, as a literary and artistic young man from a professional class, has a lot of skill in appreciating poetry and writing, and remembers that Su Wen is a fake Tuo Wen Tianxiang, and immediately thinks of Wen Tianxiang's encounter: Wen Tianxiang is the champion of the Southern Song Dynasty imperial examination, and it is not easy to master a scripture to "start a classic".

The last sentence is national turmoil, what does "four stars" mean, Yu Cheng can also understand, it means that it has been turbulent for four years.

"Four years? This is not right. Yu Cheng frowned, Wen Tianxiang had fought with the Mongols for more than ten years, but it was not as easy as four years.

"Huh? Not right either. Su Wen just said that it was assumed that he was captured at Wulingpo. If I'm not mistaken, it was 1278 AD, and Wen Tianxiang seems to have started fighting against the Yuan in 1275, which is exactly four years. The saying of the four stars is also apt. This is exquisite, and it is exquisite! ”

Yu Cheng was a little surprised that Su Wen used precise words, and after reading it again, it was still a sentence of explanation: "The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is fluttering, and the life experience is ups and downs." ”

nodded, shook his head again, Yu Cheng felt that although this sentence was deep, it was a lot of wonderful, thinking that Su Wen didn't want to write narrative poems, narrative poems are not so easy to write, if there is no level of Bai Juyi writing "Song of Long Hatred" and "Pipa Xing", I am afraid that they will be mediocre works.

Yu Cheng, who was a little disappointed, read it again:

"Panic beachhead said panic, zero Ding Yang sighed zero Ding."

"That's kind of interesting!" Yu Cheng nodded slightly, this poem is more appropriate, carefully savored, and very subtle, the same noun represents the place and mood, and there is a charm of repeated sighs.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Yu Cheng began to shake his head very literarily, while admiring it, he pondered the source of the poem, "Panic Beach seems to have a source, if I am not mistaken, it should be said that Wen Tianxiang is the place where JX's anti-Yuan army was defeated, and in that place he seems to have lost his wife and daughter, and then ran to FJ." But where is this zero Ding Yang? Haven't heard of it! ”

Thinking of this, Yu Cheng didn't have time to look at the rest of the poems, raised his head suddenly, faced Su Wen, and asked directly: "Su Wen, where is the origin of this Ling Ding Yang?" ”

Su Wen was stunned for a moment when he heard this, he thought that after writing this famous poem, Yu Cheng should have taken the case and shouted "Wet, wet, wet", but he didn't expect him to entangle Ling Dingyang in this place.

After thinking about it carefully, Su Wen also hesitated, in the original historical time and space, Wen Tianxiang Wulingpo was captured, and when he was transferred from the ship, he passed through Lingdingyang, so he wrote this poem. In this world, there is no such history, and I don't know if there is a sea area in the GD province where he is located.

However, looking at Yu Cheng's appearance, as a literary and artistic young man in Guangdong, he still asks such a source in the gD province, so there is no zài in Lingdingyang.

Thinking of this, Su Wen said categorically: "Teacher, in order to sigh Lingding, I can only take it for granted that I can write Lingding Yang." ”

Take it for granted!

Translated into the vernacular, this means: I think he is like this, and he is like this!

Yu Cheng was angry, pointed at Su Wen and smiled bitterly: "Who do you think you are?" Su Dongpo? Kong Rong? ”

The "Book of the Later Han Dynasty" wrote that after Kong Rong saw Cao Cao defeat Yuan Shao's son, Cao Pi accepted Yuan Xi's wife Zhen, and wrote an article saying "King Wu cut down the Zhou, and gave the Duke of Zhou to Daji", Cao Cao asked the source of this matter, Kong Rong said: "With this degree, it is a matter of course." ”

He said that depending on the current situation, this is what I guessed!

Such an allusion also involves the more famous Su Shi, this gentleman took the exam and wrote an article, and the examiner said that it was very good, but there was an allusion that even the famous Ouyang Xiu couldn't think of a source, so he asked Su Shi where he saw it, Su Dongpo simply said: "Of course!" ”

Now that Su Wen also wants to emulate the sages, Yu Cheng couldn't help but laugh and cry, but also a little annoyed: This guy really regards himself as the number one person?

Snorted, Yu Cheng didn't want to see Yu Cheng's natural face, and looked down at the last sentence of the ancient poem at hand.

Slowly, he was stunned, his face turned from calm to crimson, his eyes lit up suddenly, the hand holding the paper trembled slightly, he couldn't believe the words he saw, wiped his eyes and looked again, the handwriting was still clear, the meaning was also very clear, his lips trembled, and he kept chanting the last sentence of the poem:

"Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving Dan to take care of the sweat."

People will die, and I want to leave my patriotic heart to reflect in the annals of history!

Suddenly, the whole poem came to life, and the image of a great person also jumped on the paper, coming from ancient times, slowly entering the hearts of the people, purifying the hearts of the people, and sublimating the hearts of the people!

"What a 'life since ancient times, who has not died, leave Dan to take care of the sweat'! Good! Good poetry! Yu Cheng became excited, and his fist slammed on the podium, making a banging sound, which frightened some of the students below.

This time Su Wen just wrote and didn't read it, and everyone didn't know what the poem in Yu Cheng's hand was, but looking at Yu Cheng's appearance that he was so excited that he wanted to eat people, they could think of it as a good poem with the soles of their feet!

At least, it's better than the previous two, otherwise Yu Cheng wouldn't be so excited!

Whew!

Everyone's eyes turned to Su Wen, who sat calmly with a smile on his face.

As soon as "Crossing Zero Ding Yang" comes out, is there a better guillotine poem of Mingzhi than this?

Wen Tianxiang's Confucian literati style, Tan Sitong is slightly inferior, and the kind of shocking and fearless shock that stirs people's hearts is not something that people like Wang Jingwei can hope for.

"Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving Dan to take care of the sweat." Yu Cheng muttered in a low voice, tears welled up in his eyes, there was a barrier in his heart, blocking his chest, wanting to shout, and wanting to roar, he felt that this should not be a poem written by Su Wen, but should be written by Wen Tianxiang himself.

Only Wen Tianxiang, a person who is very affectionate, can make such a heart-wrenching cry.

It's a kind of wind bone!

It's a personality!

This is a brilliant heart!

History can do without Wen Tianxiang, because there will be others who will stand up; The world can do without the Chinese Empire, because there will be such and such an empire instead.

However, the world cannot live without such a cry -

Who has not died in life since ancient times, and left Dan to take care of his sweat!

Without it, there is one less true feeling, one heart, and one spirit!

Yu Cheng was so excited that he couldn't help himself, he didn't go to class, he waved his big hand to let the students study on their own, he walked back and forth on the podium for a long time, and finally took a deep breath, his eyes fell on Su Wen at the back of the classroom, the light was shining, very complicated, shocking, unwilling, and admiring.

Slowly, Yu Cheng walked to Su Wen's side and asked softly, "Su Wen, is this poem really written by you?" ”

Su Wen raised his head suddenly, and said word by word: "Teacher, if I say that this is written by Wen Tianxiang, do you believe it?" ”