Chapter 104 Spring River Flower Moon Night, Zhang Ruoxu was heartbroken
"Hmm."
Li Gang nodded lightly.
The crowd sat down.
Prepare to take out your textbook.
Li Gang glanced at everyone, and then his gaze stayed on Zhang Ruoxu's body.
He said, "There are new faces today." ”
"Student Zhang Zhonghou has met the master." Zhang Ruoxu stood up again and bowed as a disciple.
"Zhang Zhonghou, I've heard of your reputation." Li Gang smiled and said: "It is reported that you are the master of the poetry world today, and poems come casually. ”
"Master, poetry and poetry are small words." Zhang Ruoxu hurriedly said: "I can learn from the master, and I am on the right path." ”
"Oh? So, you can write poetry casually? Li Gang's face showed a hint of playfulness, and said: "Then you can chant a song now, let us see and see, your style and talent as a great poet." ”
"Uh~"
Hearing this, Zhang Ruoxu couldn't help but be stunned.
What's going on?
Could it be that my horse slapped me on the thigh?
"Master, don't be deceived by him." Eldest Sun Chong's face showed a sneer, and he said: "He does have some talents, but it is difficult to say it casually, even if Cao Zijian is alive." ”
"That's right, this person is just a villain who flatters and has won the grace of the saint, and he has no ink in his chest." Zhao Jie said with a sneer.
"Master, the talent of loyalty is unparalleled in the world." Li Chengqian stood up and said: "As the so-called prestige does not need a scholar, I believe that Zhonghou is not a person who deceives the world and steals his name, but has real talent and hard work. ”
"Whether you have talent or not, you can only know if you try it." Li Gang looked at Zhang Ruoxu with a smile on each other and said, "Do you dare to give it a try?" ”
Zhang Ruoxu was very depressed.
I didn't offend you, what the hell is going on with you?
Besides, do I have any talent, you don't know yet?
Now who in the entire Chang'an City doesn't know that I am the great poet of Chang'an?
"Please also ask the master to write the question." Zhang Ruoxu said.
"Month." Li Gang smiled slightly and said: "Since ancient times, poets have liked to sing the moon, and send love to the moon, and the young Mu Ai is always concerned about love, why don't you come to a song now?" ”
Indeed, the moon has been the favorite of poets since ancient times.
All poets love the moon.
"Yes!" Zhang Ruoxu thought for a while and said, "I'll sing a song on the moonlit night today." ”
Then, I saw Zhang Ruoxu speak: "The tide of the Spring River is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together." ”
"Thousands of miles with the waves, where there is no moon in the spring river!"
"The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlit flowers and forests are like hail;"
"The frost in the air does not fly, and the white sand on the Ting cannot be seen."
"Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky."
"Who first saw the moon on the riverside? When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year? ”
"Life has been infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year."
"I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water."
"The white clouds are gone, and Qingfeng Pu is not worried."
"Whose family is Bian Zhouzi tonight? Where is Acacia Moon Tower? ”
"Poor upstairs wandering for the moon, you should take a look away from the mirror table."
"I can't roll it up in the jade curtain, and I can't bring it back on the anvil."
"At this time, we don't hear each other, and we are willing to shine on you month by month."
"The wild goose flies for a long time, and the fish and dragon dive into the water."
"Last night's idle pool dream fell into flowers, and the poor spring didn't return home."
"The river flows in spring, and the moon falls in the river and the moon slopes westward."
"The oblique moon sinks into the sea fog, and the stone Xiaoxiang has an infinite road."
"I don't know how many people will return to the moon, and the falling moon will shake the river trees."
After Zhang Ruoxu finished speaking, he only heard Li Gang shouting: "Color, good color!" ”
"Hahaha...... I can hear such a poem in this life, and I have no regrets in this life, and I have no regrets. He smiled and said, "Young is good, young is good." ”
"If you are quick and read the Confucian classics, you can become a generation of Confucianism sooner or later." Li Gang said very happily.
Those present were shocked.
The future of Confucianism?
That's a compliment.
In this world, even Kong Yingda couldn't be praised like Li Gang when he was young.
"Master, it's wonderful, I'm just an ordinary person, how can I compare with the future Confucian." Zhang Ruoxu hurriedly said.
I still know what I am.
Great Confucianism?
It's good to be able to mess around, Da Confucian or something, he doesn't dare to think about it.
"Young, the future is unknown." Li Gang smiled and asked, "What's the name of this poem?" ”
"Spring River Flower Moonlit Night." Zhang Ruoxu said.
"Okay, a good song of Spring River Flower Moon Night, a good Spring River Flower Moon Night, hahaha......" Li Gang asked the old servant next to him and said, "Have you written it?" ”
"It's already done." The old servant said with a smile, looking at Zhang Ruoxu's face full of admiration.
The first young poet, unparalleled in the world.
"Hahaha......" Li Chengqian laughed: "I'll just say, the talent of loyalty is unparalleled in the world!" ”
"Over-reputation, over-reputation." Zhang Ruoxu said modestly.
This "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" is the best poem in the whole Tang Dynasty, known as the lonely cover of the whole Tang Dynasty, how can it be bad?
Moreover, the person who wrote this poem is called Zhang Ruoxu.
Yes, the author of this poem has the same name and surname as Zhang Ruoxu, also called Zhang Ruoxu.
Eldest Sun Chong and Zhao Jie looked at Zhang Ruoxu, and there was more hostility in their eyes.
This made Zhang Ruoxu very depressed.
What's more, Lao Tzu offended Changsun Chong, but he didn't offend Zhao Jie, why is this guy full of hostility towards himself?