As soon as the guard received the order to retreat, another guard in the same attire immediately rushed into the hall again: "Prime Minister's Secret Letter!"

The imperial dog straightened up loyally and straightened his clothes quickly. The guard stepped forward and handed him a tray covered with yellow cloth containing a thin letter. Huang Dog Zhong did not pick it up immediately, but washed his hands carefully in a basin of water brought by the maid, and asked the two maids holding the incense burner to smoke themselves from head to toe, and then leaned over and kissed the envelope reverently, and then took it and carefully opened it, pasted it and read it carefully.

I saw that he had read it up and down several times, and suddenly the corners of his mouth were lightly raised, and his brows were suddenly tightly locked, and at the end, he ordered the guards with a solemn expression: "Quickly invite Mr. Four!"

Mr. Four lived in this mansion, and there were four people in total, and according to Abel, they were a think tank carefully selected by the Emperor Dog Zhong, who was responsible for dealing with all kinds of difficult problems.

The first is Mr. E, although he is called "sir", but he is wearing a glittering golden robe, his bloated body hangs to the bottom under the effect of gravity, almost covering up the existence of two legs, and there is almost no grass on his huge head, only a straight pigtail is erected in the middle of his head, making the whole person look more like a big gourd. His face was very moist, and he exuded joy, and he kept his hands on his stomach, and he walked as if he were carrying a wine vat.

Walking behind Mr. E was Mr. Yu, and if Mr. E hadn't sat down, I wouldn't have seen him. Because compared with Mr. E, Mr. Yu's figure is too small, walking in a windless room is a little fluttering, his cheeks are deeply sunken on both sides, his lips are cracked like dried bacon, and he holds an old smoking gun in his thin hand, and his neck is crooked, and his hair hangs down messily, and he is alive and well off a weak willow that has just been destroyed by a tornado. His whole being was shrouded in a gloomy aura, and this uncomfortable feeling was transmitted to everyone who was swept by his gaze through his eyes.

The third is Mr. Feng, with a tall figure, dignified appearance, a face like mutton fat and white jade, lips like peach blossoms in March, wearing a Haoran scarf, wearing a purple silk straight jacket, foundation soap boots under his feet, holding a paper fan in his hand, and a pair of big eyes that are about to move are floating in the room one by one, causing the sausages to laugh again and again, when he smiles back, revealing that neat and sexy teeth, the sausages are even more unbearable, eager to be eaten by this tooth, I can even imagine that if the "Analects" When slowly spit out between these two rows of teeth, the scene will get out of control.

Mr. Cheng, who sat down at the end, was the youngest of the four, who didn't seem to be much older than me and the girl, but he sat in the position closest to the emperor's dog, with an extremely strange appearance, with white eyebrows, drooping eyes, a sallow complexion, a nose like a hanging gall, and the lower lip bulging and rolling up as if being stared at by a wasp, tightly wrapping the upper lip. From the time he entered the room to the time he was seated, he kept his head down slightly, and did not look at anyone, although I could still hear his heavy breathing from a distance of more than a dozen paces.

After the four gentlemen were seated, Huang Dog Zhong pointed to the letter in the tray and said: "The saint traveled to the West Sea a few days ago, and improvised a poem, the original text is here, and the prime minister specially ordered us to learn first, and be sure to eat the spirit and understand the holy will before other state capitals." ”

So, under the recitation of a maid with a fluttering voice, we enjoyed the emperor's poem "Lobster Fu":

There are lobsters in the western sea, like dragons and like shrimps,

The shell is as red as a rose, and the flesh is more tender than a frog.

The eyes are small but not blind, and the world is sandwiched by the two crows,

The color and flavor are good, and you can eat two in one bite.

"Good poem, good poem!" As soon as the imperial dog Zhong's voice fell, Mr. Feng took the case and shouted, "The saint is a great talent and a great virtue, and the song "Lobster Fu" inherits the strategy of the lofty house, contains the unfathomable connotation, the wisdom of foresight, the pride of Yi Gao to curb the clouds, the view is pleasing to the eye, and it is catchy to read. After reciting the eulogy that had been prepared long ago, Mr. Cheng drank the tea in his cup, very satisfied with his performance, and looked forward to it.

Mr. E smiled slightly, and gently dusted off the dust that did not exist on his cuffs: "Brother Feng Xian has always been eloquent, but his understanding is inevitably empty and poor, the prime minister's order is to let us eat the spirit of this poem, and there is nothing wrong with your comment to praise any of the works of the saint, but there is nothing to say, there is no purpose, and the essence of this poem has not been really refined at all." ”

Mr. Feng's face sank: "Oh, what is Brother E's opinion?"

"In my opinion, this poem is written for shrimp, but not for shrimp, and every sentence and word in it has a profound meaning. The saint uses food to lyrical, borrowing shrimp to sing the will, which is the implicit but not revealing the feelings of helping the world, and the leading ambition is not triggered. Please look at this sentence, 'small eyes but not blind, double crow between the world': small eyes imply the shortcomings and fragility of human beings; not blind, representing unyielding ambition and pride; clamping the world, expressing the courage to look at all directions and the mind to embrace the world. Look at the next sentence, 'You can eat two in one bite', what a simple and playful expression! It shows the perfect skill and light and treacherous poetry of the saint, and brings a more real and straightforward living person to the reader. Imagine such a picture, at the end of the world, on the shore of the West Sea, with rocks piercing through the air, waves crashing on the shore, a great man standing in the waves, his face does not change, staring into the distance, chanting and singing, eating lobsters, how heroic! How happy! How lovely!" Mr. E's affectionate words not only made Mr. Cheng speechless, but also made me sigh to myself, only regretting that I did not study hard at the beginning, and I did not understand such a rich meaning in the poem.

Not to be outdone, Mr. Yu followed suit and expressed his opinion in a gloomy voice: "The one who is a rose is also in love, and the one who is a frog is also working." It seems to be a simple metaphor, but it actually expresses the saint's belief in love and love for labor. Seeing the subtle knowledge, the dripping water hides the sea, so that we can further feel the saint's inexhaustible humanistic care for the common people in the world and the continuous spiritual bond. This is the emotional tone of the masterpiece "The Lobster Fu", the truth, goodness and beauty that have been inherited from heaven and earth through the ages, the most precious and dazzling brilliance of human nature for the king, and the spiritual foundation for the saint to become the greatest poet and family of this era. He said so reasonably, I instantly felt that my literacy and ideological realm were brought up several grades by this poem, and this trip was really not in vain.

"Everyone is right, but you have ignored the most wonderful sentence," Mr. Cheng, who has been silent, said in an urn voice, "The saint is straight to the point, and the first sentence lights up the artistic conception of the poem: the dragon travels above the nine heavens, which naturally refers to the saint; thousands, that is, the common people in the world, the saint combines the two, and expresses the sage Mozi's idea of 'equality and love' with a sentence of 'like a dragon and like a shrimp', putting himself on the same status as the people of Limin, approaching the people, and not forgetting the fundamentals, what kind of insight and bosom is this? But these are not the most important things, have you ever wondered why the prime minister wants us to learn first, why use secret letters?"

Mr. Cheng took a puff on his cigarette and continued: "That's because this poem has a lot to write for us. Please take a closer look at our Lord Huang, how similar is this figure, with its back bent and bowed, humble and low-key, and lobster? Isn't this eye, small but focused, and perceptive to all things, exactly the same as the one praised in the poem? This poem is simply tailor-made for Lord Huang, whether intentional or not, isn't it a generous gift from fate to Lord Huang?"

Looking at Mr. Cheng's mysterious eyes, which seemed to be smiling but not smiling, Huang Dog Zhong suddenly brightened, and was so excited that he seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, his eyes doubled in size, and his voice also changed his tone: "Wonderful! Good poem! Classic! The sincerity of its emotions, the far-reaching meaning of its philosophy, the incisiveness of its philosophy, and the magnificence of its momentum are amazing, and it is really a unique treasure in the palace, and it is a swan song in the history of human civilization for the ages! Quickly! Copy 3,000 copies, send them to the government offices in various places, and quickly organize the study!" >