Xiao Yao stood up and said: "What the mountain chief said just now is very good, but I think if I am that little fish, I like to swim into the stream at the foot of our academy mountain, free and easy, so I think the academy is also a good place for us to study self-cultivation, even if we can't go out, we can also educate the township, nourish this side of the water and soil with learning, all roads to Chang'an, don't have to squeeze this imperial examination bridge that is about to be broken, the officialdom is dark, we can also chant poetry, poetry and wine, happy life, These are much more interesting than what to test. ”

Wei Shiren's old face was blue.

Yu Tianchang nodded and said: "Yu thinks that Xiao is reasonable and can justify himself, which is a kind of opinion, I think this is the real positive energy." ”

Although Yu Tianchang is the deputy head of the academy, he is the real mountain chief in the minds of Confucian scholars in terms of knowledge and cultivation, just because he will not meet and can not please the king of Xiangyang, so he has been the deputy chief of the academy for half his life.

Wei Shiren rolled his eyes: "What kind of poetry and wine life, poor and happy, right?" ”

Li Chun stood up and said: "Chanting poems and writing are all small carving skills that can't be put on the table, just for people to relieve their worries and eliminate their fatigue, what are the benefits of the hegemony of the people and the people?" Yu Tianchang pretended not to hear, but as transparent as air. Xiao Yaoteng stood up: "Poetry can make us love this side of our life more, and we are fortunate to be human, if we disdain to use poetry to express our emotions and express our love for all things in the world, what is the difference between it and animals?" ”

Everyone looked at Xiao Yao with their eyes open and their mouths open, and the mountain chief glared at him: "What is this called?" Is this a place for you to speak casually? Sit down! Li Chun said: "The stay of such a Confucian scholar who has bewitched the public in the academy can only shake our confidence and determination to participate in the imperial examination. ”

The mountain chief wiped his sweat: "If it weren't for giving you a face, I would have expelled you from the mountain gate a long time ago!" Yu Tianchang nodded again and again, "The mountain chief has a broad mind, and he is very grateful." Wei Shiren straightened his chicken breasts and raised his backhand. Outside the window, Han Yun and Qingmei hurriedly hid in the 10,000-year-old bushes.

As soon as the mountain chief left, Han Debao took out a stack of new blue cover wire-bound books and shouted: "Everyone, this is a freshly baked poetry collection in Xiangyang City, a book of silver or two, hey, don't grab it." Yu Tianchang knocked on Zhenmu twice in a row: "Han Gongzi, this is the place for class, that, bring me a copy too." "Liking poetry is the biggest characteristic of the Tang people, and they would rather eat no meat than go without poetry.

At this time, a voice sounded: "Don't rob it, I wrote it." ”

At this time, although Xiao Yao was wearing a green cloth robe woven by Haoran's grandmother with coarse cloth, and the hood he was wearing was also a coarse cloth used by farmers, he looked so tall and shining in the eyes of all beings.

Li Chun took the poetry collection that Ma Zai Zhang Xiaolong snatched from Debao and flipped through it, snorting his nose, "You say yes?" ”

Xiao Yao walked up to the podium and unfolded the rice paper, and Debao came up to polish the ink for him. Xiao Yao raised his pen and looked at Li Chun: "The senior reads out the title of the poem, and I write the whole poem." "You asked for it yourself," Zhang Long's small hand clapped piapia directly, hooking Zhao Hu's neck and shouting: "Now Lao Meng's death is a little ugly." Xiao Yao's face was as calm as the autumn sky. Li Chun flipped it over and opened his mouth to say: ""Early Cold and Huai". Xiao Yao listened, pondered for a while, and picked up a beautiful Tang poem on the white rice paper:

Muluo Yan crosses to the south

The north wind is cold on the river

My family Xiangshui song

Far away from the clouds

The villagers are in tears

Lonely sail skyline look

Maze wants to ask

The sunset is long