Half the size, eat the poor old man, this is not false at all, like Wang Dazhui's age, it is the best time to have the best appetite, and the amount of food is scary.

Touching his round belly, Wang Dazhui left the kitchen satisfied, and when he got up, he felt panicked, like a pregnant woman who was five or six months pregnant.

"Giggle......" burp. Wang Da Hammer staggered, and walked back to his yard with figure-eight steps.

The moon in the sky, round, like a jade plate hanging high, illuminated the earth is silvery white, and the Wang family compound that has been noisy for a day finally quieted down.

Listening to the sound of insects and admiring the bright moon, Wang Dazhui swayed and walked alone in the yard.

It was an April day, lukewarm, full of walking, extraordinarily comfortable. After walking around, I felt that I was almost digested, so I went back to the bedroom to rest.

I slept incense last night, so Wang Dazhui got up very early today, and opened the window early in the morning, and there was a burst of floral fragrance.

"I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much. Wang Dazhui couldn't help but chant Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn".

Originally, it was just a whim, and I said it casually, but I didn't expect that someone in the distance suddenly clapped and applauded: "Good poetry, good poetry, worthy of being a prodigy." ”

Wang Dazhui looked in the direction of the person who came when he heard the sound, and found that it was his eldest brother-in-law Li Boran who spoke.

"Good morning, brother-in-law!" Wang Dazhui took two steps forward to say hello.

"Good morning, brother, you are really interested, early in the morning, poetry is very exciting, haha......" Li Boran said with a smile.

"Where, where, my brother-in-law has won the award, I just feel it." Wang Dazhui hurriedly shook his head.

"Sledgehammer, your sister often praises you in my ear for being smart and clever, a rare genius in hundreds of years, I still don't believe it, but after coming to Chang'an in the past few days, I really believe it." Li Boran said with a smile.

"I only know how many words, compared to my brother-in-law, you are already famous at a young age, I am still far behind." Wang Dazhui said modestly.

"Big brother-in-law, you got up so early! I thought I was the first to get up. ”

"It's not going to be a scientific examination soon, I feel a little irritable, and I can't sleep at all, so I went to the courtyard to relax, but I didn't expect to hear you chanting poetry."

Because Li Boran was going to participate in the scientific examination, he had been reviewing his homework during the day, so he didn't see him when Wang Dazhui's family was painting yesterday.

"If you are tired, you have to rest, and you must pay attention to the combination of work and rest, otherwise you will be tired and sick before the scientific examination, and the gains will outweigh the losses." Wang Dazhui said naturally and casually, but when he heard Li Boran's ears, it was a different taste, because Wang Dazhui's tone of voice was not at all like a seven or eight-year-old child, but like an adult who was more mature than him.

"Got it, thank you brother for reminding me." Li Boran solemnly grateful, because he has indeed been a little impatient recently, seeing that the exam time is approaching, the more nervous he is, and after listening to Wang Dazhui's words, he can't help but suddenly realize that he is indeed a little too nervous.

"The eldest brother-in-law is just a fan of the authorities, so you don't need to thank me." Wang Dazhui hurriedly got out of the way.

"Okay, let's not talk about that, tell me what is the name of the poem you just chanted?" Seeing that Wang Dazhui was embarrassed to accept his thanks, Li Boran stopped thanking him and changed the topic.

"Spring Dawn," replied Wang Dazhui.

"Spring Dawn? Good name! I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much. This poem is only twenty words, but it vividly describes the spring morning. Li Boran couldn't help but praise.

Wang Dazhui understood that his eldest brother-in-law Li Boran had misunderstood, thinking that he had written this poem himself. That's why I praised him.

Wang Dazhui originally wanted to explain, but after thinking about it, he still forgot it, because although this poem was written by the Tang Dynasty poet Meng Haoran, but now Meng Haoran has not been born, and even if he says it, others have no way to believe it.

Rather than explain, it is better to misunderstand it like this, anyway, when Meng Haoran knows about this poem in the future, there is no way to prove that it was written by himself.

The translation of this poem is very simple, which means that on a spring night, I sleep sweetly until dawn, and when I wake up, I only hear the chirping of birds outside the window. I think back to last night, it seemed to have rained and winded, and colorful fallen flowers spread all over the courtyard, I don't know how many.

The poet seizes the moment when he just wakes up in the spring morning to describe and associate it, vividly expressing the poet's love and pity for spring.

Wang Dazhui recited it on a whim, also because the time and environment just echoed the artistic conception of this poem.

"It seems that brother-in-law, you are also a good poet, I don't know if you are willing to make a poem on the spot and let my brother and I learn it." As soon as he said that, Wang Dazhui immediately realized that it was a little inappropriate for him to say this, and he was a little bit forced to compare others with himself.

It's just that it's hard to collect it, and if you say it, it's too late to take it back.

Fortunately, Li Boran didn't mind, and said to Wang Dazhui with a smile: "Since my younger brother wants to test my brother-in-law's talent, then I will be ugly, but if you don't do well later, don't laugh at my brother-in-law." ”

Li Boran looked at the surrounding environment and pondered for a moment before he began to compose a poem.

"Walking through the farmhouse, the boundless scenery is new. Waiting for leisure to know the spring breeze noodles, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring. ”

"When I got up in the morning, the weather was clear, the red sun was rising, and the poet walked in the small courtyard of the farmhouse, and the glow and spring in front of him were boundless and new. Anyone can see the appearance of spring, the spring breeze blows a hundred flowers in full bloom, thousands of purples and thousands of reds, and there are spring scenery everywhere. Good poetry, good poetry, brother-in-law is really talented. Wang Dazhui applauded.

This poem is really good, except for the first sentence, the next three sentences Wang Dazhui vaguely remembers that it seems that Zhu Xi in the Song Dynasty once wrote a poem called "Spring Day".

"Where, brother-in-law, I am more than ten years older than you, and the poems I make are just about the same as yours, you don't need to praise my brother-in-law like this." Li Boran said with a smile, but it was not difficult to see the look on his face that he was still quite proud in his heart.

"It's still my brother-in-law's good writing, but my writing is not as good as my brother-in-law's." For Li Boran to be able to make a poem of this level in just ten minutes, Wang Dazhui really admires it in his heart, after all, people are not like they are borrowing other people's poems.

I am a copyist, and others are original, so when comparing the two, of course, others are better.

However, Li Boran didn't think so, because he saw Wang Dazhui pushing open the window and reciting a poem without thinking, and he wrote it after thinking for a while, so in his opinion, his level was not as good as Wang Dazhui.

(End of chapter)