477 snow lyrics younger brother wins

The snow in the north always comes early. It will be endless at once, and the sky and the earth will be white in half an hour.

"The north wind swept the white grass and folded, and the snow flew in August. Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom. - I like Cen Shen's poems about snow the most. 15-year-old Wan Yan Yan looked at the snow and said.

"I only like a poem by Li Bai: 'The snowflakes in Yanshan are as big as a seat, and the pieces blow down Xuanyuan Terrace.'" - Courageous! A cousin who is two years younger than Wan Yan Liang, Wan Yan Liang said.

"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow. - I still like Liu Zongyuan's snow poems. Wan Yan Yong's other cousin, Wan Yan Yong said.

"Although Liu Zongyuan's poems are good, the artistic conception is too bleak!" Wan Yan Kang and Wan Yan Liang are the same way.

Their teacher, Han Fang (1082-1149), stepped through the snow.

Han Fang is a Han Chinese, born in Yanjing (now Beijing), Liao Tianzuo Emperor Tianqing two years (1112) Renchen Branch champion, to supplement the right to pick up the remains, transfer to the history museum to revise, tired of moving Shaofu Shaoqing, Qianwen Pavilion to be systematized. After the fall of the Liao Dynasty, it was used by Jin. Jin Taizong awarded Zhaowenguan a straight bachelor, a scholar of the Ministry of Rites, a bachelor of Qianhanlin, and Taichangqing, a history of repairing the country, an official to Wei Weiqing, a knowledge system, and a messenger of Goryeo.

Han Fang does not need to speak Chinese, Khitan, Jin, and Korean are all proficient.

Han Fang has a benevolent temperament and is very tolerant of others. He was falsely accused by the house slave, and there was no evidence, and the government returned the house slave to Han Fang, and Han Fang treated him as before, and said: "How strange it is that the slave accuses the master of being guilty and seeking to be a good ear." ”

Although Han Fang is a noble, the poems and books have not left his hands, and he is good at writing, especially in the edict, and his book "Taizu Ruide Divine Monument" is praised by the world. Since the return of the envoy to Goryeo, every time the Goryeo envoy comes to the court, he will greet Han Fang.

"Good morning, sir!" Three students saluted the teacher.

"Morning! - What about the snow? Han Fang asked.

Everyone said yes, and said their favorite poems again.

"Sir, what is your favorite poem about snow?" The crowd asked.

"There are too many poems about snow, and I like a lot of them." Han Fang stroked his beard and groaned, "I like the Tang Dynasty poet Zhang Zi's "Snow". ”

"Zhang Zi?" The trio had heard the name for the first time, so they questioned.

"Compared with Cen Shen, Li Bai, and Liu Zongyuan, Zhang Zi is too famous. But his "Snow Poems" are not bad at all. 'On a snowy day in Chang'an, birds and birds are hard to find. Among them, the noble family, pounding pepper paste on the four walls. Everywhere the red furnace is burned, and Luo Mi is returned to the next week. Warm your hands and adjust the gold wire, dip the nail and pour the liquid. Drunk singing jade dust flying, sleepy melting juice drops. How do you know that those who are hungry and cold have their hands and feet splitting? Cen Shen was written for warriors, Li Bai was written for strong men, Liu Zongyuan was written for himself, and Zhang Zi was written for himself......"

Everyone returned to the house from the courtyard, and Han Fang was still talking about the snow.

"You are all the pillars of the Dajin Kingdom, and there is a lot of snow in the north, so you must pay attention to it. Snow is related to people's livelihood, and snow is related to people! Han Fang swept his disciple, "Do you want to hear jokes?" ”

"I want to hear it!" The three of them said in unison.

"One day, it was snowing heavily, heavier than today's snow. There were four people sheltering from the snow in a ruined temple. What kind of people are four? One is a landed talent, the other is a man to be examined, the son of a rich man, and the other is a woodcutter who makes a living by collecting firewood. Xiucai proposed, everyone coupled.

Juzi and the rich second generation responded with extreme accumulation, and the woodcutter looked at the snow and sighed long. Xiucai said: "The snow has fallen to the ground—and the snow has fallen to the ground—and it is all royal ruiqi." The rich second generation has dry firewood and fine rice, and the house does not leak, so he continued: 'Why not go down to three more?' The woodcutter's family had an eighty-year-old mother to support, and he made a living by collecting firewood, so he was anxious and scolded: 'Let your mother's stinky fart!' ’”

When the three of them heard the joke told by the teacher, they all laughed and thought that the woodcutter had scolded well.

"Today, we don't teach a new lesson, we can use snow as the content or poems or words or pairs, and we have to write about our inner feelings."

Han Fang assigned homework, and the three students began to "compose".

Compared with the three, Wan Yan Kang and Wan Yan Liang are particularly literate. Hello this time, you're great next time, it's hard to tell the difference. Therefore, no one convinces anyone, and the two always compete secretly.

Wan Yanyong is self-aware, and his literary style is far inferior to that of the two brothers, every time he just completes the task, he seems to be relaxed. Wan Yan Kang and Wan Yan Liang were both thinking about it, they had to defeat each other.

Wan Yan Liang felt that he was the crown prince, and he was two years older than Wan Yan Liang, and he was deeply rooted in Han Fang's true biography, so he couldn't say anything about it if he didn't suppress his cousin.

Wan Yan Liang is not interested in Wan Yan being the prince, but he doesn't dare to show it on the surface, but he is not convinced in his heart. His literary style, martial arts, and appearance are no worse than those of the other party. are all the grandsons of Wanyan Aguda, why are you the prince? If you only occupy the position of the eldest grandson, you will occupy the high branch. Wang Ba's ass has a long knot - chaotic regulations (rotten turtle belly).

Wan Yanyong felt that he was the third every time he did something, so he easily wrote a limerick poem, put it on the table, and thought about it wildly.

Wan Yan first wrote a poem, felt dissatisfied, and tore it. I filled in another poem, but I still felt dissatisfied, so I tore it again. Finally, I came up with a pair, thought it was good, and quickly wrote it down.

Wan Yan Liang looked at the snow outside the window for a long time, and did not move. Seeing that Yan Yong had it first, and Yan Yong also had it, he turned around and left the window, picked up the pen and quickly filled in a poem.

Han Fang finished reading Yan Yong's homework first every time, picked it up and read it-

Heavy snow has fallen, and the six are shining. I have a bucket of rice, most of which I send to the poor.

"Not bad! There is progress, although it is a limerick, but it is not slippery. Although that love is limited, it also reflects benevolence! Of course, you can't send them all out, and if you send them all out, you will naturally starve. No one can be a saint, just have that mind! ”

Wan Yanyong was praised by Mr., and his heart was happy.

Han Fang picked up Yan Yan's work, nodded, and said, "Not bad!" It shows the various states of life! ”

Wan Yan Yong and Wan Yan Liang didn't see what Wan Yan wrote, and waited and watched. Han Fang unfolded the paper, and the two brothers saw it clearly, it was a couplet, the pen was strong, and the writing was flying.

Shanglian: The green water is worry-free, and the surface is wrinkled by the wind;

Downlink: Qingshan Yuan is not old, and it is snow-white.

"Good!" Wan Yanyong applauded.

"Why do you say so?" Han Fang asked.

"The green water does not care about sorrow, but when the wind blows, the face is wrinkled; If the green mountains do not snow because of the cold weather, they will always be verdant and will not be white. On the surface, I am writing about landscapes, but I am writing about life everywhere! ”

"The couplets are well written and well explained!"

Han Fang picked up Yan Liang's work, glanced at it, and was taken aback. I didn't expect a teenager to be able to write such words.

"Wan Yan Liang, you chant again-"

Wan Yanliang stood up, straightened up, and said loudly-

Tianding was furious, overturning the silver sea and scattering the beads. Six strange flowers are rolling, flattened, and the hills and ravines in the mountains. The tiger is crazy, Su Lin is rampant, and the real pearl rope is broken. The jade dragon fought fiercely, and the scales and armor fell all over the sky. Whoever reads Wanli Guanshan, the husband is stiff, and the belt occupies the foot of the flag. Seying Ge spear, light shaking sword halberd, murderous curtain. Pihu is heroic, partial and brave, not with the strategy. You have to fight to get drunk and see the blue sky.

"Liang first, Qi second, Yong third." Han Fang commented.

Wan Yan Yong doesn't care, it's the third every time, and I've long been used to it. Wan Yanliang was ecstatic in his heart, and finally covered his brother; Wan Yan Kang felt very bad in his heart, and he would definitely surpass him next time.

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