The sun shines at its brightest.

In a high school in Chang'an City, a man in white was holding a book of Qin Wang's poems, looking at it, and his brows wrinkled slightly unconsciously.

"Taibai, what are you?" A young teacher is none other than Meng Haoran.

Seeing Meng Haoran walk in, the young student hurriedly stood up.

This young student is none other than Li Bai and Li Taibai, who were later called poets.

"Teacher, why are you here?" Li Bai hurriedly asked.

Meng Haoran traveled to Shu, met the young Li Bai by chance, and brought him out of Shushan and sent him to Chang'an No. 1 Middle School to study, this Chang'an City No. 1 Middle School, which is a famous middle school in the Tang Dynasty, full of Confucianism.

According to statistics, 99 percent of the students in Chang'an No. 1 Middle School are admitted to the university every year, and 20 percent are admitted to the Royal Academy.

Although Li Bai is young, he is quite literate, and he is also known as a prodigy in Shu.

It is rumored that when he was a child, Li Bai pointed to the flowers in the yard as his name, because the color of the flowers was white, so he was named white.

Meng Haoran met him, the two talked happily, Meng Haoran felt that Li Bai was a talent that could be created, so he stayed in Chang'an City and was sent to No. 1 Middle School.

There is an unsolved case in history, it is said that the poet saint Du Fu is deeply in love with the poet immortal Li Bai, Li Bai is deeply in love with Meng Haoran, and Meng Haoran is deeply in love with Wang Wei.

I don't know if it's true or not.

"What is this?" Meng Haoran asked with concern.

"I don't know what my teacher does, every time I look at King Qin's poetry collection, I always have a very familiar feeling, as if some poems are from my hand." Li Bai was very puzzled and said: "For example, the bright moonlight in front of this bed is suspected to be frost on the ground, raise your head to look at the bright moon, and bow your head to think of your hometown." ”

"And this gentleman does not see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning, and you don't see the bright moon in the high hall, sad and white......-haired," Li Bai read endlessly.

He has read this collection of poems countless times, and each time he feels very familiar.

I always feel that these verses are my own.

However, I have never done such a poem.

It's just so confusing, what the hell is going on?

Li Bai was puzzled.

"Taibai, it seems that it is really a hero who sees the same thing, I often read the poetry collection of King Qin, and I often feel that in King Qin's poems, many poems are like mine, but they are not mine." Meng Haoran sighed and said, "Come to think of it, this is the legendary hero and heavy hero." ”

"You know, it's always easier for talented people to find common ground and be more sympathetic." Meng Haoran smiled and said, "One day in the future, someone will look at our poems and feel very familiar. ”

"Young man, work hard, one day, we will become like King Qin, a great writer full of literary talent!" Meng Haoran said.

Cheng Chubi is already a famous writer in the world, and Meng Haoran, Wang Wei and others admire him very much.

If they knew, in fact, Cheng Chubi's poems belonged to them in another moment, and I don't know how they would feel.

Of course, at this time, as the first person to write it, everyone thought that those beautiful verses were written by him.

Can the things of the reader be counted as copying?

Therefore, Cheng Chubi is also at ease. I want to talk with more like-minded people about "Crossing Starts from Zhenguan", pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~