Shen Kang thought for a while and replied: "Jun will ask according to the favor, and the stream bridge will cross a scoop of wine." Stay quiet, and keep an eye on the world. Shallow Creek Heaven and Earth, in vain to Deze descended. Let go of the plum blossoms, and the road will be peaceful. ”

"Good!" Jiang Liusu high-fived and praised, and then said, "Good sentence!" Good to say! What a hurry! ”

Shen Kang exhaled lightly, shook his head and said, "Fighting to level the world is helpless after all." ”

Shen Changhu said suspiciously: "Didn't you say that the moon was the theme?" Why haven't I seen a month? ”

Wang Lucao said with a smile: "Jun will ask according to his favor." This gentleman is the month. ”

Bai Qichang then explained: "This word is to take the moon as the goal, to see the joys and sorrows of the world, although there is no word for a month, but every sentence is a month. ”

Bai Qichang had to admire Shen Kang's wisdom in his heart, and he called a child's quick wit wisdom. Not only because of the two poems he composed, but because his pattern and vision are too far away, which can be called the word wisdom.

Bai Qichang understands too well that a person's literary talent does not need too much, as long as it is modest, a person's background does not need to be too deep, and he can know how to accumulate and learn.

What determines a person's future is not literary talent, not heritage, but pattern.

Your eyes can see firewood, rice, oil and salt, and your future will only be firewood, rice, oil and salt. Your eyes can see fame and fortune, and your future will work towards fame and fortune. Your eyes can see your home and country, and your heart will be infinitely broad.

As the children of high-ranking families who have received higher education since childhood, they must have a broader vision than ordinary people, Bai Qichang understands this truth, and Wang Lucao and Jiang Liuchou also understand.

At this moment, their gaze at Shen Kang was different.

A few people were chatting while walking, and suddenly there was a faint sound of water in their ears, Jiang Liu said happily: "This place is where I and Brother Bai often come, today you can come and watch together, you can have to write a poem to buy this good scene." ”

Wang Lucao chuckled and said, "Jiang Tao is like a plain cover, and the willow-colored smoke is similar. The heart (愖) is hanging in the morning, and the fool is doubtful. ”

After speaking, he smiled, crossed the river and walked towards the source of the sound of water.

Jiang Liu's eyebrows were condensed, his face changed suddenly, and while chasing him, he shouted and asked: "If you compose a poem, you will write a poem, what are you hiding!" Not serious! ”

Yes, Wang Lu is not serious.

Wang Lu smiled and didn't answer.

Shen Kang said: "It's good that Brother Jiang loves poetry, but now we should put our minds on the Four Books and Five Classics." ”

Jiang Liushu snorted and said: "Poetry and literature are spread far and wide, and they are elegant arts, just like tea ceremony, piano art, and chess games. Since he is a stubborn child, he naturally has to drill one. He didn't feel ashamed at all, and said very naturally: "When it comes to the tea ceremony, I don't have that patience." On the art of the piano... Hey hey"

He laughed dryly, and then said: "My father said, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, I am mediocre, although I can appreciate it, but I can't study it. It's just like that, it can be tempered, and it is natural to improve, otherwise, what poems and books will be heirlooms, and people will laugh at them in the future. ”

A circle has a circle of rules.

As a standard literati, if you want to enter this circle. Integrity comes first, literary talent comes second, and again, it is elegance.

To put it bluntly, you must not only have integrity and talent, but also have taste and be able to play.

The games here, including piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, the six arts of gentlemen, and the miscellaneous arts do not need to be fully refined, as long as they can talk without losing their share.

This kind of elegant art is enough to play and study the same.

Shen Kang never understood why Liu Yuan and Luo Kui were all teaching them those things imperceptibly in this era of the supremacy of the imperial examination, and it wasn't until he heard Jiang Liusu's words that he understood the truth.

He smiled, deeply feeling that the literati circle was really deep, and his gratitude to the two teachers was even deeper.

Jiang Liushu smiled again and asked, "You and Shen Chang's native accents are not strong, but there is some flavor of the official dialect of Tianfu, was it taught by Mr. Zangshan?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Shen Kang was stunned again.

Recalling Liu Yuan's elegant Nanjing Mandarin every time he taught, he knew how far-reaching he was about the education of himself and his second brother.

He nodded and replied, "Sir teaches people to be invisible, and getting this teacher is like rebuilding." ”

Jiang Liusu agreed and envied, and said: "Mr. Zangshan has lived in seclusion for many years, and it is really a great fate for the two of you to meet." ”

Shen Kang was stunned, and unconsciously, the sound of water in his ears became louder and louder.

After crossing a dense mountain forest, a path that was trampled by people appeared between the shadows of the trees, and not far away, a hanging waterfall falling from the sky revealed a corner.

The farther I walked, the sound of the water in my ears became more and more intense, and as the shadows of the trees became more and more thin, a magnificent waterfall jumped into view.

The waterfall is thirty or forty zhang high and seven or eight zhang wide. The turbulent water from the high mountain smashed into the deep pool, splashing crystal cold water, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun, like playing a magnificent and solemn military music.

This is the real mountain water!

Shen Kang suddenly felt open-minded, and eagerly came to the waterhole, and then looked at the hanging waterfall, and happened to see that in the shadow of the red glow water, a few green leaves went down the river, and after flowing into the deep pool, they were sunk by the wild falling water.

Shen Chang stepped on a boulder, turned his eyes and smiled: "Brother Jiang, this place is a fairyland. ”

Jiang Liushu said proudly: "That's it." After a slight pause, he continued: "If it is early in the morning, there is a lot of fog here, and then look at this hanging waterfall, the clouds and mist are shrouded in clouds and mist for several miles above the waterhole, and there is more fairy rhyme." ”

Bai Qichang raised his hand to ask Wang Lucao to go first, and said, "What does Brother Wang think of this?" ”

Wang Lucao pursed his lips and lowered his eyes, and replied: "It is indeed worth a poem." As he spoke, he glanced at Jiang Liushu narrowly.

Jiang Liu shook his head: "It's not just one song, I see..." He stretched out five fingers in one palm and said, "One hand is worth it." ”

Wang Lucao laughed sarcastically: "Writing poetry is different from the hen's son, you must feel it, if you do it for the sake of it, it is really cliché." ”

The implication is that your poems are like a hen laying eggs, without affection, and people are very clichéd.

In the past few days, several people have interacted, and Jiang Liushu knows that Wang Lucao is not bad, except for his poisonous mouth, he has no bad intentions, and after a long time, he is also a little immune, and even sometimes he will tease his lips, you are happy to come and go.

He thought for a moment and replied, "The hen always gets her son, and she can always get her down, and it's better than the one who can't give off." ”

Jiang Liuxuan said that the master's poetry is a hen laying eggs, which can be laid after all, and mass production is also produced, which is much better than you can't lay eggs.

Isn't this the legendary method of agitation, forcing Wang Lu to exert his might.

Big guy, big guy.

Shen Kang chuckled and said, "The talents of several brothers are like a sea catharsis, and there are routines between ridicule, admiration and admiration." ”

Wang Lucao ignored Jiang Liushu and asked instead, "What is a routine?" But what is the set of martial arts? ”

Shen Kang smiled evilly and said: "The original meaning is indeed so, the little brother's sentence is a metaphor, which means that people do not do things according to normal thinking, but it is really a praise for Brother Jiang's eagerness and intelligence." ”

Wang Lu was stunned, and said with a smile: "Routine, routine." ”

Wang Lu Cao clearly still looks like a beautiful son, but Shen Kang couldn't help laughing, and the more he laughed, the happier he became, and the more he laughed, the worse he became.