Li Gang can talk to Taishan Weng as much as he wants, that is because they are about the same age, status and knowledge, no matter what they say to each other, it is a matter between them, although it is humiliating, Taishan Weng will only think that this is a means for Li Gang to get the four of them into the academy, and there will be no sense of humiliation, but if Yun Ye does the same, it will be an uneducated appearance, no matter what contradictions, etiquette is indispensable.

So when Yun Ye got on the stage, he immediately bowed to the four old men, the old man didn't speak, and he didn't dare to straighten his waist, if he was rude today, the Yun family would be crowned as a wild man in the future.

The old man named Wenhai was the most kind, and said with a smile: "Li Wenji is full of feces, don't pay attention to it, since he said that you have a specialization in poetry, then it will not be wrong, although his mouth lacks morality, but he will not talk nonsense, don't be alarmed, today we will discuss the poetry article, young people will always have some thoughts that surprise our old man, boldly say it, it doesn't matter if you are wrong, this is to say knowledge, the master first, don't pay attention to those bets, the old men are too lonely, Just having some fun. “

After listening to the old man's words, Yun Ye straightened his waist and sat down on his knees like Li Tai, his hands naturally folded on his knees, which was very uncomfortable.

Kwa Yang Weng, who was more short-tempered, first asked: "What is the poetry of the old man?" “

"Students used to read the poems of their predecessors, always thinking that only through all the pain, can they speak out, words for the heart, and then can produce good articles, and then when they read the "Zhuangzi", they found a sentence, students think that this is the best explanation of the poems, and then they feel that the front of them suddenly opens, and the rugged path becomes a thoroughfare."

"Zhuangzi? What can be related to poetry in this book is only one sentence: Quanzhi is so fishing, getting fish and forgetting Quan; The hoof is so in the rabbit, get the rabbit and forget the hoof; The speaker cares so much, and he forgets to speak. I am the one who forgot to speak, and I spoke to him! This sentence is about the relationship between speech and thought, and you rely on this half-crushed language. Can you comprehend the essence of poetry? Although somewhat far-fetched. But there are also two truths, Qu Yuan was exiled and wrote "Lisao", Han Fei was imprisoned and had "Saying Difficult", and Sima moved to the palace and wrote "Historical Records", you take pain and suffering as the primary condition for poetry, which is biased, just like Li Tai wants to use the copper ball to prove that his understanding of qi is correct. A leopard in the tube is difficult to become a big tool after all. “

Yun Ye said "Zhuangzi", and the old guy could immediately find the corresponding sentence correctly, not that the seventy or eighty-year-old old guy would have some symptoms of dementia, why are they still so quick to write?

"Students think that our lives are finite after all. It is impossible to do everything, even if we barely do it, our life is coming to an end, and we can make too little contribution to the world, so with the help of certain tools is necessary, every word is the basis of our poetry, and the combination will become a poem that is either touching or tear-jerking. Since everyone has a different understanding of poetry. Why don't we first make a model and fill our minds with the people who read the poems? What's so bad about it. “

"What is a bunch of nonsense, what are you a poet, as you said, isn't it even a street street pick-up and pulp seller who can make a wonderful poem, how can this be reasonable, since ancient times, you have heard of anyone who composes poems like this?

The old man told you what is poetry, from ancient times to the present, but there are only a few changes, I have never heard of your strange theories, four-word style, mellow and simple, simple and elegant, five-word ancient poems, deep and simple, lively, the intention is harmonious, the artistic conception is profound, the seven-word ancient poems open and close, the changes are superfluous, and the frustration is suppressed. The five-word rhythm poem is elegant and elegant, clear and idle, majestic and large, and the seven-word rhythm poem is smooth and melodious, how can it be a good poem can be made by the superposition of a few words.

Poetry is based on words and aspirations, words are the voice of the heart, there are feelings, there are gods, and intentions, in order to make a good poem, or you don't blame you for having such strange thoughts, Li Wenji, as a gentleman, is also suspected of misleading people's children. “

Li Gang listened to the words of the old man Mei and didn't think of the pestle at all, and said with a strange smile: "It's a mule or a horse that comes out to slip away, and I like to take a small road on the road, what's your business?" As long as you get there, you come up with the question and test me, an unsuccessful disciple, and the right and wrong will be clear at a glance? My disciple composes a poem, you must also compose a poem, and give it to everyone to judge, the old man will not take advantage of you. “

Li Zhuweng slowly stood up and said to Yun Ye: "You can make a poem about autumn in the old man's state of mind, you said, the poem is just a model, you can add meaning at will, the old man will listen to how you made a good poem that convinces the old man." “

Wang Jue, the eldest grandson Wuji, and the emperor are already desperate at this time, after themselves, there will be a few more famous artists who will no longer talk about poetry for the rest of their lives, the eldest grandson's eyes are shining and waiting for Yun Ye to compose poems, she still doesn't believe that Yun Ye can make good poems that make Taishan Weng admit defeat.

Yun Ye doesn't think so, Wang Wei is known as a generation of poets and Buddhas, it would be too much to do Taishan Weng, Li Cane Weng has to challenge Wang Wei, what can he do, autumn? Writing autumn five-character poems, who can surpass "Autumn Evening in the Mountain House"? is also a hermit, and he can fight Wang Wei before speaking.

"After the rain yesterday, the students went to the back mountain, saw that autumn was approaching, and suddenly wanted to be trapped in the mountains, so they took advantage of their leisure time to write a poem, thinking that it would be in line with the old man's mind."

"Read it, the old man's mind can't be written by himself, just see if the young man can, the old man listens."

Yun Ye first wrote it down on the paper, revised a few words, and then took the piece of paper and read it softly: "After the new rain in the empty mountain, the weather is late in autumn. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream. The bamboo noise returns to the Huannu, and the lotus moves the fishing boat. Feel free to rest in spring, and the kings and grandchildren can stay. You see, just these forty words, I don't know if it fits Mr. 's artistic conception. “

Li Zhuweng didn't speak, took the pen and paper, the pen danced the dragon and snake, copied the forty words in an instant, read it again, closed his eyes and slowly savored the poem.

Poetic, poetic bones, poetic heart, all the poems written in autumn in the past have the meaning of sadness, but this poem, every word is peace and joy, and the whole poem sets an ethereal and clear tone. The whole poem combines movement and static, complements each other, and complements each other. The moonlit pine forest is static, and the overflow of the clear spring is dynamic. The first four sentences write about the tranquility of the evening scenery of Autumn Mountain, and the five or six sentences write about the noise of the Huannu fishing boat. The four couplets of the poem are respectively written about feeling, vision, hearing, and feeling, because the image is interesting, and because the scene is emotional. The poem has been written to such a point, it can indeed be regarded as a unique step in the past and the present, Li Zhuweng looked at the page on his knee again, and said to Li Gang: "Brother Wen Ji, what you said is right, your disciple's poetic talent and old man are indeed difficult to beat, and the old man admits defeat, so I will go to the academy to listen to your dispatch." “

Li Gang's smile became more and more hateful, and he said arrogantly to the other three people: "The four of you are one, you have always advanced and retreated together, the old man said that he did not take advantage, that is, he did not take advantage, and gave you another chance to listen to good poetry, lest you say that the old man was tricky, this is how you treated the old man back then, I surrendered and admitted defeat, I drank most of the wine alone, and lay on the bed for three days, almost drank to death, the taste of headache is still fresh in my memory when I think about it, the ancients said well, thirty years in Hedong, Thirty years in Hexi is not bad at all, and today the old man wants to take revenge. “

The old man of Kuayang suddenly pointed at the eldest grandson Wuji and motioned for him to come up too, and the eldest grandson Wuji stepped forward, and before he could give a salute, the old man of Kuayang asked: "Yun Ye wrote such a good poem, why are you not surprised?" “

The eldest grandson Wuji said with a wry smile: "If you go back to the seniors, the younger generations were shocked a long time ago, so it's not surprising that you are surprised by today's events." “

"That's how he wrote poetry a long time ago? Could it be that the popular poems such as "Original Grass" and "Liangzhou Ci" were written by him? Why do we only hear about poetry, but we don't know poets? “

"Senior, you better open your mind, those words were written by him, but the artistic conception is not his, that is the feeling of everyone who reads the poem, and it has nothing to do with him, just like the poem "Autumn Evening in the Mountain House" just now, do you think that such a clean poem can be made by him? So, ah, he just wrote forty words, and the rest has nothing to do with him, why put these poems under his name, this is the greatest humiliation to my thousand-year-old Wenhua. “

"You say there's something wrong with this kid's character? The old man looked at him with a dignified appearance, and the etiquette was also flawless, which can almost be called a model among teenagers, which is not too outrageous. “

"Senior, his appearance was given by his parents, etiquette and other things were tied to the chair by the queen mother and forced to practice with a whip, Chang'an three evils to him as the head, often with dogs and other gentlemen in and out of the Qinglou hook fence, fights and brawls are commonplace, ordered him to go to Goryeo to retrieve the remains of the soldiers who died in the previous dynasty, hehe, this battle broke the four cities of Goryeo, all annihilated the Goryeo sailors, Beisha City disappeared from the map, I heard that the King City is still stinking to this day, Cangyan City was hung up by him alive Three feet thick land, On the way back, he also robbed the 100,000 taels of gold of the princess, and so far, the princess still has no way to ask for help, do you still think this kid is a good boy with a heart for progress? “

"Then why don't you just let him do whatever he wants?" Kuayang and the other four old men looked at each other when they heard it, and the old man Wenhai liked to see young people motivated the most in his life, and he couldn't help but blame him.

"Several seniors, if you want to teach him, you have to be smarter than him, his teacher is almost a fairy among the gods, and only the gods can teach such a disciple, he can be called a generation of grandmasters in arithmetic, and he also knows a lot of messy but important miscellaneous studies, potatoes are offered by him, corn is offered by him, not to mention anything else, just these two new crops, can make the Tang Dynasty no longer have hunger worries, so, in Chang'an, Your Majesty, the queen has been spoiling him, as long as he doesn't make big mistakes, no one cares about these small things."

"Demons?" The four old men shouted together. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please go to read. )

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