After being stunned for a long time, Song Zhiyuan finally came to his senses, and looked at Wang Dazhui with bright eyes as if he was looking at a monster.

"Genius, look at it...... No...... It's unforgettable! He began to talk a little upside down when he spoke excitedly.

Wang Dazhui is very calm, his family knows his own affairs, because he knows that he is not a deaf ear, but he has read it in his previous life, and because he is interested, he remembers it quite completely.

"Teacher, don't get excited, don't have a heart attack." Wang Dazhui persuaded with a smile.

Song Zhiyuan took a deep breath, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and scolded with a smile: "Stinky boy, you really have two hits, it seems that the teacher still underestimated your intelligence." It's a pity that the talent for the teacher is limited, and it is really a bit of a delay for you. ”

Wang Da Hammer said in his heart that it is not so exaggerated, I am not stupid but I am by no means a prodigy, you must not praise me too much, otherwise I will be proud.

"Teacher, the student is not a genius, it's just that when the student of this "Baijiashi" visited the bookstore before, he happened to read it because he liked it." Wang Dazhui scratched his head and quickly explained that he didn't want to be put on the title of prodigy.

People are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong, but he understands very well that once he is regarded as a genius or a prodigy by others, then don't think about being idle.

Listening to Wang Dazhui's words, Song Zhiyuan calmed down, and also felt that he was a little too sensitive, maybe Wang Dazhui just happened to remember this book, but he still praised Wang Dazhui and told him seriously every surname in this book, and he focused on explaining each surname, and the surname of the current dynasty was also among them.

"Teacher, who wrote this "Baijiashi"?" Wang Dazhui couldn't help but wonder in his heart, he wanted to know why the book with the surname of the hundred families appeared in Datang in advance.

"Oh, this book is also very remarkable to the person who wrote this book, it is said that he was an old gentleman from a college in the previous dynasty, and he wrote it specifically for the purpose of enlightening children." Song Zhiyuan satisfied Wang Dazhui's curiosity and replied with a smile.

On this day, Wang Sledgehammer asked Song Zhiyuan a lot of questions, and Song Zhiyuan patiently answered them one by one, even if it was unclear, he made a record, and planned to go back and ask others or flip through the information. It can be seen that he also attaches great importance to the questions raised by Wang Dazhui.

Both sides are very happy, each has its own gains, Wang Da Hammer has a deeper understanding of the Tang Dynasty in this era, and Song Zhiyuan has also had a lot of inspiration through Wang Da Hammer, a student of modern thinking.

On this day, when Song Zhiyuan left, he took away the graffiti work when he was holding Wang Da Hammer to vent his emotions.

This is where the sensation and trouble later arose.

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When Song Zhiyuan returned home, there happened to be a few friends at home, they were all like-minded readers with Song Zhiyuan on weekdays, because there were relatively few entertaining programs in ancient times, so it became one of the preferences of readers to talk about poetry and drink with friends.

Such a circle is relatively stable, everyone likes to share with friends when there is a new work on weekdays, comment on each other, and it is inevitable to praise it, in addition to the fact that ancient readers want to be famous all over the world.

Isn't the famous "Lanting Collection Preface" in history the product of Wang Xizhi and his friends?

As literati of this era, Song Zhiyuan and they often drink and talk about poetry together, which is not inferior to Wang Xizhi and them.

No, they came to Song Zhiyuan today, just to invite him to participate in a poetry meeting.

One of them is Song Zhiyuan's best friend, named Huang Tingxuan, and his relationship with Song Zhiyuan is like a brother, and they often go in and out together.

Therefore, when he arrived at Song Zhiyuan's house, he was much more casual than others, and Song Zhiyuan didn't mind what he did, after all, Huang Tingxuan didn't turn everything over. It's just that I like to read the articles, poems, and songs written by Song Zhiyuan.

Coincidentally, a few books that Song Zhiyuan brought back from Wang's house happened to be placed on the edge of the desk, and when Huang Tingjian flipped through them, he accidentally turned out the words of Wang Dazhui. However, he only thought it was newly written by Song Zhiyuan himself.

"Hey, old Song, can you, have a new poem? It's still hidden. Let me read it to everyone," Huang Tingxuan opened his mouth to read jokingly: ""Qinyuan Spring Snow", the scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting......"

Originally, he didn't take it very seriously at first, but he thought that his good brother had written a new poem and was embarrassed to take it out, so he wanted to read it and share it with everyone.

When he looked down further, he was completely shocked by the picture depicted in the poem in his hand. So he subconsciously shut up and immersed himself in the magnificent and desolate scene of the poem alone.

A few people next to him were also among their fellow practitioners, so Huang Tingxuan's thought on his side aroused their curiosity just at the beginning.

"Hey, Huang Tingxuan, you should hurry up and read on! Why are you still stunned? The person next to him blamed dissatisfiedly.

Song Zhiyuan was also stupid when he heard it, these two poems were not written by himself at all, so he was also curious about what was going on, so he stepped forward and snatched the piece of paper with the poems written in Huang Tingxuan's hand.

As soon as he snatched the piece of paper, Huang Tingxuan was immediately awakened, and shouted at Song Zhiyuan dissatisfiedly: "Old Song, what do you mean, the new poem you wrote is not for us all to read?" ”

Naturally, the people next to him soon joined the crusade against Song Zhiyuan.

Song Zhiyuan took it and took a look, and found that it was really not the words he wrote, the words on the piece of paper looked very sloppy, and then looked at the content, he was shocked by the words written on the piece of paper like Huang Tingxuan.

Every sentence of the word is magnificent, and the poet's pride and ambition leap on the page. A proud poet seemed to appear in front of him.

The others followed and snatched the poem from Song Zhiyuan's hand and continued to read it together.

"The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting, looking at the inside and outside of the Great Wall, but the remaining recklessness, up and down the big river, suddenly lost and surging.

Mountain dance silver snake, the original Chi wax elephant, want to be higher than the heavenly public test. It must be a sunny day, and look at the red dress, which is extraordinarily enchanting.

There are so many delicate rivers and mountains, leading countless heroes to bend their waists. Pity the Qin Emperor and the Han Dynasty, slightly lose the literary talent, the Shang Sui Yang, the crime is obvious; A generation of heroes, Cao Cao, and Chibi were burned. (It's a shame to tamper with the original word here.) Just laugh it off)

The past, the number of romantic figures, but also look at the present. ”

After reading the whole poem, everyone in the study fell silent.

After a while, everyone recovered from the shock and excitedly analyzed it word by word.

"It's amazing, it's amazing, I can't imagine that I can see such an eternal swan song today. What a worthwhile trip! One of them, Han Tao, read it and praised it.

As soon as this poem begins, it gives people a sense of grandeur and momentum. It's a shocking scene. "I don't know who said the first sentence.

Everyone also said: "Yes, the first few sentences suddenly made a desolate and cold world full of ice and snow appear in front of everyone who reads poetry." ”

"It's, it's just, I feel cold all over my body when I see it." The person next to him said with a smile. At the same time, he shrunk his neck, as if he was really frozen.

"Yes, the poet wrote a cold and snowy northern scenery, and also wrote about the human suffering of the northerners!" I thought a little more about it again.

Close your eyes and think about yourself standing on the mountain in a snowstorm, the sky and the earth change color, the Great Wall is vast inside and outside, there is no life, even the surging Yellow River is frozen and no longer rushing. It's cold and bitter like this.

Look at the "Mountain Dance Silver Snake, the original Chi wax elephant, want to be higher than the Tiangong test." This sentence.

"Dance" and "Chi" vividly give the plateau a flying momentum and make it vibrant by writing stillness with movement. In an instant, the mountains danced, as agile as countless silver snakes; The plateau is galloping, as powerful as a wax elephant in the wilderness. The whole world has changed from dead silence to jubilation, and the heavens and the earth are full of infinite vitality.