"Sister, how do you swim in your sleep?" Ling'er asked very strangely.

"Sister, it's terrible, I just dreamed of a master, not paddling, but learning fairy sisters floating in the air, fluttering and floating, I will float back again."

"How do you know?" Qingqing also felt strange, didn't the sisters usually travel in and out? "Didn't you take a lunch break at noon today?" Qingqing also felt strange.

"Ever since you recited out loud the sentence 'Xinsong hates not to be high, and the evil bamboo should be cut down by ten thousand rods', you woke me up, are you discussing something with anyone?" Ling'er tries to awaken her sister's memory.

"It's weird, sister, you've never had such a strange dream before, who made you float today? It's bold enough. "Ling'er cares about her sister's thoughts at any time.

"I think about it every day, I think about it in my dreams. Today I dreamed that I returned to Datang with you, went to Chengdu Du Fu Thatched Cottage to visit and asked many poetry questions...... "I have been listening to Ling'er dumbfounded."

"Sister, you are bold, this afternoon, why don't you teach me the famous passages or famous sentences of the poets, and you can discuss it with me in the future, don't offend the great poets and the three worlds of people, ghosts and gods, otherwise, others will say that you don't know the height of the sky." Ling'er kindly reminded and spoke.

"What my sister said is very true, just obey my sister's orders."

"It's a pity that I still have a question that I haven't asked the great poet for, and he let me float back." Qing Qing sighed unfinished.

"If you still dare to ask for advice, tell me quickly." Ling'er couldn't hold back any longer.

"I want to talk about the problem of refining words in a poem, the sentence 'The country is beautiful in the late days, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants', Ling'er, have you read the problem?" Qingqing asked expectantly.

"The poems of great poets can be said to be all excellent works, who dares to point out problems. Isn't it picking bones in eggs, and seeking flaws in white jade. "Ling'er is always respectful to the sages.

"I knew you would say this, that one of them said, 'It is better to believe in a book than to have no book at all.'" Qingqing criticized.

"I want to discuss with the poet about the slight flaws in the phonetic similarity in a poem, and I didn't think that my dream of poetry would wake up. You see: Chi Ri Jiangshan Li, does it sound a bit awkward, if it is changed to 'Chi Ri Jiangshan Beauty', is it more rhyme to read? ”

"Oh, sister, it's to be catchy, but you're the first woman in the ages to dare to talk to a great poet on an equal footing."

"yes, that's what makes it fun to live like this."

"Sister, I want to test you with a question in a poem. In Brother Ren's poem, can you understand the scientific knowledge from 'the fish come out of the drizzle, and the swallows slant in the breeze'? ”

"Sister, wait a minute, who do you call Brother Ren?" Ling'er's mind was full of confusion.

"I just called the great poet Du Fu a benevolent brother in a dream, and the interesting thing is that he actually called me 'Cai Mei'." Qingqing seems to have returned to the dream of the ages.

"Sister, I really don't know what other scientific truth can be contained in a poem, help me talk about it."

"I know why the fish jumped out of the water before the drizzle?" Then, Qingqing told the story. "There is a proverb that says: When the fish jump out of the water, the wind and rain come."

"No wonder the poet continues: The breeze swallows obliquely." Ling'er received it in one bite.

"There is some truth, the little sister is a malleable material."

"These proverbs are so funny, the little animals have all become the messengers of the weather forecast, can you teach me some more?"

"Who are you and me, of course. You have to recite with your heart: The loaches are jumping, the rain is coming; The loaches are quiet and the weather is fine; The frogs crowed, and the rain came; Chickens enter the cage late, rainy signs; Swallows fly low to rain; Ants move, sooner or later; The bees are late, and the weather is good; Dragonflies fly low, and they have to take a hat with them when they go out; The black dragonflies are chaotic, and the weather is going to be dry; Earthworms crawl on the ground, and the rain is like hemp; Mole crickets sing, and the weather is fine. "I carried the special contribution of many small animals in one breath.

"It seems that the gods let all things live in harmony with human beings, and nothing is superfluous. Oh yes, long live the animals!"

"Long live the animals!" Sisters, you sing and I are harmonious, and the harmony is indescribable.

"Sister, it's a pity, I was about to communicate with Brother Ren about the big problem of making friends, so I woke up. Among his friends are not only the poet fairy Li Bai, the painter Cao Ba, but also his neighbors. ”

"Maybe, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, read a poem to verify it." Ling'er begged. The full poem of his "Guest Arrival" is as follows: There is spring water in the south and north, but I see the gulls coming day by day. The flower path has never been swept by guests, and the chai door is now open for you. Panfang City is far from having a taste, and the bottle restaurant is poor and old. He is willing to drink with his neighbors, and he calls out the rest of the cup. ”

"He actually drank with the old man in the neighborhood." Aren't great poets known for their rigor? The fallen flowers are scattered on the road that the guests must pass, and they don't know how to clean them. ”

Ling'er is also boldly picking.

"The poet Tao Yuanming wrote straight to the point in "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring": 'In the Jin Dynasty, the people of Wuling fished for their business. Walk around the river, forget the distance of the road. Suddenly, the peach blossom forest, hundreds of steps between the shore, there are no miscellaneous trees in it, the fragrant grass is delicious, the fallen flowers are colorful, and the fishermen are very different. Moving forward again, I want to exhaust the forest. 'Seeing the pink or dark purple pieces of fallen flowers, casually paved with paths, even the Wuling people who make a living from fishing are also deeply attracted, not to mention the poetic and elegant brother Du Zimei, who is full of poetry and elegance in the field, naturally can't bear to ruthlessly sweep away the dream-like slightly drunk and charming petals as dust," Qingqing pondered for a while, and then said, "I don't believe it, in the future, when we look closely at the falling flowers, you will understand: those petals are like small spoons, bringing fragrance to people; Like a light boat, carrying the ideal of small insects and ants; Like a broken dream, it is also incomparably beautiful. ”

"No wonder your brother Ruren is reluctant to sweep it away." Ling'er finally understood.

At this point in the discussion, Qingqing was a little thirsty and told Ling'er to find a cup of green tea to drink.

Tasting tea, he continued to teach Du Shi.

When he was taught that "Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road", Ling'er couldn't help but ask: "Those subordinates are so bold that they dare to cook stinky meat for the powerful to eat." ”

"Sister, you are so cute, because you don't understand, just ask, 'smelly', in ancient times, it means incense, and these dignitaries are really, they don't know how to open a warehouse to give food, and they watch the people starve to death."

"Yes, this is the real reason why everyone in my Great Song Dynasty dreams of being an official, everyone wants to live a good life of great wealth and nobility, and they don't want to be frozen to death and starved to death."

"It seems that I'm going to study literature with my sister."

When she was taught "Lu is white tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming" in "Remembering Brother on a Moonlit Night", Ling'er was not satisfied, and she asked, "Is it just that the moon in his hometown is big and bright?" ”

"I also feel the same way, all over the world are brothers, why bother with flesh and blood; Can it be changed to: 'The moon is bright on all continents, why love your hometown', I think in the future a great writer will write a sentence 'Contrary to the other country is the hometown.' At this time, Qingqing looked like a fortune teller.

"However, this poem writes about the deep friendship between the poet and his brother, love the house and Wuma, it is understandable, besides, who doesn't say that the hometown is good?" Qingqing then commented.

"Sister, I'm so tired, why don't you come and do a thinking game for a while." Ling'er suggested.

"Okay, may I ask who the great poet will become when he marries a mathematician and has a son in the future?" Qingqing asked.

"Genius for sure." Ling'er replied without thinking.

"How do you know that others must be geniuses, in ancient times, many celebrities were followed by ordinary people." Qingqing wants to save face for many celebrities.

"Actually, the riddle has given the answer, ask who you will be when you grow up, and it must be an 'adult'." Qingqing said proudly.

"They all say bad people and bad things, but I didn't expect that there are still bad 'problems' in the world." Ling'er said with a smile, and said that the 'problem' was very serious, and Qingqing couldn't help laughing.

"Test you another question, guess an idiom based on 'Peach Blossom Lake is a thousand feet deep'."

"Unfathomable." Ling'er's answer was a little sidelined, "That's almost right, think about it again." ”

"Oh my God, I don't know."

"This is a friendship poem written by Li Bai to Wang Lun, and the answer is 'incomparable'."

"What is the title of this poem?" Ling'er forgot.

"Gift to Wang Lun".

"No wonder it's called 'incomparable', this question is even worse." Ling'er pouted.

"Let's learn a poem written by a benevolent brother to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, called one of the "Yonghuai Monuments", the mountains and thousands of ravines go to Jingmen, and the Ming Concubine still has a village. As soon as I went to the Zitai Lianshuo Desert, I left the green mound alone to dusk. Draw a picture to understand the spring breeze surface, and return to the moonlit night soul around the sky. For thousands of years, the pipa has been used as nonsense, and it is clear that the resentment is in the song. ”

"Sister, which one do you like the most?"

"As soon as I go to the Zitai Lianshuo Desert, I will leave the green mound alone until dusk."

"This is also the most beautiful sentence that ancient and modern scholars think."

After Ling'er asked her sister for advice, she was glad that she and her sister were not born in the same dynasty as Wang Yan (referring to Wang Zhaojun).

When she learned "Wen Guanjun Receives HNHB's "Singing and Drinking During the Day, Youth is a Good Companion to Return to the Hometown", Ling'er couldn't help but ask, what would she do if it was Li Bai?

"In addition to drinking, it is sword dancing and singing."

"Sister, what if it's you?"

"I will run with you in the rain and howl in the mountains, like a tiger, a lion or a wolf."

"Oh, is my sister a beauty or a beast?"

"Of course, it's a beautiful woman who is alive and like a beast." Qing Qing said nonsense.

"Then the poem I taught you is "Giving Flowers", Jincheng silk pipe day after day, half into the river wind and half into the clouds. This song should only be in the sky, and the world can hear it a few times. Sister, do you know what it means? ”

"I still understand the general idea, and it describes a musician who is highly skilled." Ling'er replied

replied.

"Hua Qing, referring to Hua Jingding, a military general of the Tang Dynasty, once pacified the rebellion of Duan Zizhang, Du Fu wrote in the "Song of Hua Qing": 'Chengdu fierce general has Hua Qing, and the child knows his name."

"Sister, why do you say that God is so unfair? Hua Qing, a fierce general, actually played the musical instrument superbly, you say, he has mastered all the skills, so how can we ordinary people make a living? Ling'er was confused.

"I can't imagine that my sister has also become worried about the country and the people, it can be said that the one who is close to Zhu is red, and the one who is close to ink is black." Qingqing praised excitedly.

"Compared with the great poets, we are still far behind." Ling'er replied honestly.

"What my sister said is very true, he wrote in "The Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind": 'There are thousands of mansions, sheltering the world's poor people are happy, and the wind and rain are not moving, and they are as safe as mountains', his benevolence is more like the hearts of parents in the world!"

"Sister, I'm tired, I think you too, no matter how beast-like your body is, you need to rest."

Afterwards, the sisters drank tea and chatted until nightfall.