A long time ago, Han Zongwu had doubted that Wang Ningan didn't understand poetry, and he provoked several times and made him disgraced, but in the end, he didn't see Wang Ningan write a poem or fill in a song. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

To this day, Han Zongwu has long not doubted Mr.'s talent, on the contrary, he hopes that Mr. is a perfect person, not only in Taowu strategy, poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, everything should be top-notch, outstanding, and incomparable...... Han Zongwu had mustered up the courage several times and wanted to ask Wang Ningan for guidance on poetry, but he was afraid of offending Mr.

Whether Mr. will or not, he can't change his admiration in the slightest, it's just that he really wants an answer, that's all.

When Han Zongwu said this, it also aroused the interest of the big guys, and Su Shi even came over and made a loud noise, their minds were not as much as Han Zongwu's, but they felt that Mr. had such a great ability, how could he not even understand poetry!

Just in time for the wine banquet, a few songs came to help the wine, and a large group of melon-eating people stared at Wang Ning'an, and the blazing energy was almost melting him.

It looks like you can't hide from it!

Wang Ning smiled bitterly in peace of mind, I really can't imagine it, I still can't escape the fate of plagiarism!

He straightened his face, "Since we talked about poetry, I'll say a few words first." ”

Han Zongwu hurriedly bowed, "The disciple listens to Mr.'s teachings. ”

Wang Ning'an smiled and said: "Don't be so trembling, in fact, I am a few years younger than many of you, and I have not been studying for a long time, when I was a child, my grandfather and mother taught me to memorize poems, but I gradually found that in the poems, there are some nostalgic talents, depression and resentment, Li Bai said that there will be times when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds and sails will be in the sea." This is said in layman's terms, doesn't it mean that I will definitely be an official, and I will be a big official, I will get ahead, and I will go to the peak of life! It's a pity that Shixian has drifted all his life and has a very hard life. ”

Wang Ningan picked up a glass of wine and said: "Last year, when we practiced, we led the people to build houses together, and in one winter, few people froze to death. I can't help but think of Du Fu's poems again, do you know which ones? ”

Su Shi patted his chest and said: "Of course, there are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, and the cold people in the world are happy, and the wind and rain are not moving." Alack! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, it is enough for me to freeze to death! ”

"Yes, Lao Du's feelings are admirable, but did he save a common people from hunger and cold? Not only can't take care of others, but even can't take care of your own family, what is the use of such a poetic talent? I'm afraid that even you can't compare. ”

"Since ancient times, there have been many talented people, Sima Xiangru, Jia Yi, Cao Zhi, Wang Bo, Luo Binwang, Meng Haoran, Gao Shi, Cen Shen, Jia Dao, Meng Jiao, Bai Juyi, Li He, Du Mu...... These people are all coquettish, but their life experience can be inferred, most of them have a bad career, they don't meet talents, even if they can be officials, they are just small officials, even if they can enter the high-level, they are also doing nothing, and they have not made much achievements in the country and the people. Have you ever wondered why? ”

Wang Ningan asked again, the big guy lowered his head, thinking carefully, Han Zongwu said in a low voice: "Could it be that the court is dark, has eyes without beads, and does not know talents...... But it doesn't make sense, why since ancient times, almost no poet has made a difference in his career? Could it be that poets are not suitable for officials? ”

Wang Ningan smiled, "I think it's an official who can't write poetry!" Taishi Gong has a saying, King Gavin detained and played Zhou Yi, Connie made the Spring and Autumn Period, Qu Yuan was exiled, Nai Fu Lisao, Zuoqiu was blind, there was a Chinese, Sun Tzu was barefoot, the art of war was cultivated, Wei Qian Shu, the inheritance of Lu Lan, Han Fei imprisoned Qin, it was difficult to be lonely and angry, and the three hundred poems were about what the sages were angry about...... Since ancient times, only suffering can move people's hearts and spread through the ages. If two people are equally talented, one of them has a smooth career, enters the government, goes up to the emperor, goes down to An Limin, covers the universe, and is a capable minister who governs the world, a cadre, and a rare minister! How much energy does such a person have to compose poems and lyrics? As for the second place, he was displaced, had a life of hardship and hardship, suffered from wind and frost, hunger and cold, and turned his talents into timeless poems, articles full of bitterness, such a masterpiece will definitely be passed on to future generations. ”

Speaking of this, Wang Ningan suddenly glanced at Da Su and almost cried, how much did this guy suffer to write such good words?

Wang Ningan shook his head, "Go up, I'm your teacher, go down, we're friends, ask yourself, I really don't want any of you to rely on poetry to make a name for yourself, that road is too bitter, it's not worth it!" ”

After speaking, Wang Ningan raised his wine glass and drank the wine in the glass, there was a sour feeling in his eyes, this was not pretended. They are all young people, and they have been together for so long, how can they not have feelings.

In fact, Wang Ningan is no longer a traverser, but a Great Song Dynasty man with the memory of later generations!

Here are his relatives, friends, teachers, students, his career, his pursuits, and his joys, sorrows, and sorrows...... At this moment, the students also fell into deep thought.

Except for Mr. Wang, no one would say such things to them.

But they all know that what Mr. Wang told everyone is absolutely from the bottom of his heart.

Those poets who have been praised by future generations, who are not obsessed with their careers, looking forward to someone to help them, to be able to enter the picture, saying that they are serving the country and saving the people, but in fact, they are still for themselves to be reused.

Even if Confucius and Mencius are two saints, aren't they also traveling around the world and peddling the concept of governing the country!

It's just a pity that when they were alive, no one wanted to use their set, and the old gentleman was upside down, and he didn't have the next meal, how miserable!

If sanctification is to suffer and sin, most people, even the sages themselves, are afraid that they are not willing......

The big guys all felt a strong sense of happiness, Mr. is sincere, caring for the big guys, for the good of everyone, some sensitive students even secretly wiped their tears, the teacher is like a mountain, I really don't know how to repay!

Han Zongwu was even more excited, the thorn that had been stuck in his heart for so long had finally disappeared, Mr. has a deep source of wisdom, a wonderful insight, and more importantly, no one can help and care for his students.

How lucky to be able to worship under Mr.!

"Disciple, thank you for your teachings!"

Han Zongwu took the lead and bowed deeply, and the other students did the same, brushing a large piece together.

There are future prime ministers, glorious writers, Confucians, and famous ministers...... As a master, to have so many good students, Wang Ningan only felt that the blood in his body was surging faster, and his heart was full of pride.

"A good meal, I was disappointed." Wang Ningan laughed at himself: "It's not impossible to write poems and lyrics, it's just a small way, don't immerse yourself in it, just delay yourself." ”

After Wang Ningan finished speaking, he looked at the admiring faces, and said generously: "That's it, even if I make amends, let's have a poem." ”

The big guy thought that Wang Ningan was not interested in poetry, so he wouldn't write it! I really didn't expect that there was an unexpected joy, and everyone stared at him excitedly.

Wang Ning was still a little embarrassed, after all, he was always a little embarrassed to steal other people's things in front of others...... But when I think about it, I'm afraid that after my own influence, I may not be able to write that kind of word, so I can't let the history of literature be blank!

After comforting himself, Wang Ningan became righteous again.

"This is a poem I used to fill in when I wrote "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", and I can't go to Chibi in person, but I'm afraid that the taste will be worse."

Wang Ningan coughed twice and said loudly: "The great river goes east, the waves are exhausted, and the people of the ages are romantic." To the west of the base, humanity is: Zhou Lang Chibi of the Three Kingdoms. The rocks pierced the air, the waves crashed on the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up. The country is picturesque, how many heroes at one time! Thinking about Gongjin back then, Xiao Qiao got married for the first time, with heroic hair, a lupine scarf, talking and laughing, and the canopy was in ashes. The old country fugue, affectionate should laugh at me, born early. Life is like a dream, and a bottle is still a river. ”

Speaking of which, this poem is really not copied casually, you write about Chibi nostalgia, people ask you, have you ever been to Chibi? Haven't you seen where you got your thoughts? Is it clear that it was copied!

Fortunately, Wang Ningan had written about the Three Kingdoms before, and now that he has taken it out, he can barely say it.

As one of Dasu's masterpieces, can it be bad?

After he finished reading, he immediately attracted a burst of surprised eyes!

Han Zongwu couldn't help but be overjoyed, even happier than he wrote it himself, "Mr. has a magnificent bearing, not inferior to Li Taibai at all!" ”

How do you know that Su Shi, who was on the side, shook his head and said, "Have you forgotten what Mr. just said?" Li Bai is only outstanding in poetry, our husband is Wen Taowu, he can personally conquer and kill the territory, talk and laugh, Liao Kou is in ashes! ”

"Yes, yes, Mr. is much more powerful than Li Bai!"

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The old face that was praised by a group of students was flushed, Wang Ningan simply lost his face, anyway, copying one is copying, copying two is also copying, it is better to copy it.

"When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world? Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

"Drunk to pick up the lamp to look at the sword, dream back to blow the horn company camp. Eight hundred miles under the command, fifty strings turned over the outside sound. Autumn soldiers on the battlefield.

The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt. But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death. Poor white happens! ”

"Angry hair rushes to the crown, relying on the place, Xiaoxiao rain rest. Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, and be fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad. Shame on the abyss, still snowing; When the courtiers hate, when will they perish. Drive a long car and step through the lack of Helan Mountain. Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu blood. To start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky. ”

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The wine was full of wine, and the famous sentences kept coming out of Wang Ningan's mouth, and all the students present went from excitement, to shock, to numbness...... It is said that Li Bai has a hundred poems, everyone has not seen them, but Mr. Wang did it, in the eyes of every student, they are little stars, full of admiration, and some people hurriedly found pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and quickly recorded Mr. 's words, for fear of missing a word.

But in an hour or two, they had already written down a thick book, almost twenty or thirty songs, and the style of words was uncertain, no matter how bold or graceful, all of them were at their fingertips, without the slightest hesitation, which made people stunned.

Han Zongwu was shocked: "It's enough to produce a dictionary!" ”