The actor who played Bai Juyi left the venue after browsing the scenery of Jiangnan.

At this time, the entire stage was handed over to Chen Fan.

Look at the audience.

Chen Fan flashed a trace of bitterness for no reason.

Although these poems are popular, the fact is that for Bai Juyi, this is just a small skill. His real ideal is not to write great poetry......"

Such a sentence made everyone have some doubts.

This poem was not written to circulate, but for what?

Knowing everyone's doubts, Chen Fan continued.

He once wrote a letter to his friend Yuan Zhen, and he said this: "I once showed my poems to others, and others said that they wrote very well and neatly, but in fact, I did not reach the level of a poet. Since he became an official in the imperial court, he has grown older and experienced more and more things, every time he talks to people, asks more about current affairs, reads history, and explores the truth of governing the country. Only then did I know that articles should be written for current events, and poems should be written for reality.

It was at this time that I was promoted to a bachelor of Hanlin and an official of the left to pick up the relics, and I personally received the paper for writing the admonitions, and in addition to writing the recitals and directly stating my opinions to the emperor, there were matters that could relieve the people's sufferings and make up for the lack of current politics, and it was difficult to explain them directly, so I wrote poems and slowly let the emperor know. First of all, it was used to broaden the emperor's knowledge and help him to consider and deal with national affairs. The second is to repay the emperor's kindness and reward, and fulfill the duties of the counselor. ”

Chen Fannian's story is Bai Juyi's "Nine Books with Yuan" written to Yuan Zhen.

Yuan is Yuan Zhen, because Yuan Zhen ranks ninth, so it is also called Yuan Jiu.

To say that there were two pairs of good friends in the middle of the Tang Dynasty.

One is Liu Yuxi and Liu Zongyuan.

The other pair is Bai Juyi and Yuan Zhen.

Both pairs can be said to be friends of life and death.

So many times, the two will reveal their inner thoughts to each other.

The poems written by Bai Juyi before are certainly commendable.

But.

When they heard Chen Fan say Bai Juyi's ideals and ambitions, everyone suddenly found that Bai Juyi's poetry had become different.

Yes.

What do other people write poems for?

Maybe many people write poems for the sake of writing poems, and some even write poems to show their literary talents.

But.

Here in Bai Juyi, this is not the case.

He wrote poems in order to state his opinions and show his political ideas to the court and the emperor.

This state of life, it can be said, instantly surpassed countless poets.

"I'm gone, how can I write poetry at such a high level?"

"The poor are good alone, and the good are good for the world, and the original ...... Bai Juyi has walked this way all his life. ”

"I suddenly feel that no matter how high the poems written by other people are, they can't compare to Bai Juyi."

Yes.

Why did Bai Juyi account for one of the three major poets of the Tang Dynasty in the previous life.

In addition to the uniqueness of the poems written by Bai Juyi, this is more deeply because Bai Juyi wants to imitate the way of the sage through poetry.

[The imperial city is in the twilight of spring, and the noise is noisy.

When sharing peonies, buy flowers with each other.

There is no permanent price for high and low, and the reward depends on the number of flowers.

Burning a hundred reds, five bundles of hormones.

On the curtain shelter, next to the fence fence protection.

The water is sprinkled with mud and sealed, and the color is the same.

Every family is customary, and everyone is confused.

There is a field of housekeepers, and occasionally come to buy flowers.

Bow your head and sigh alone, this sigh is unspeakable.

A cluster of dark flowers, ten households endowed. 】

Suddenly, Chen Fan read softly.

The poem.

It is "Buying Flowers" written by Bai Juyi.

It is also one of the ten songs of "Qin Zhongyin".

It's spring again, and Chang'an is as busy as ever.

Because this time is the time when the peony flowers bloom, many rich and noble families in Chang'an have come out to buy it.

These flowers bloomed very brightly, and in order to sell them for a good price, the merchants also put pots on them and filled them with fertile soil.

This is nothing in the first place, as it has been in previous years.

But.

At this time, an old farmer accidentally saw these flowers, and he came to take a look.

After reading it, he let out a long sigh, turned around and left.

Who cares?

People may see that the old man cannot afford it.

But.

Unbeknownst to them, the price of this dark peony flower was equivalent to the tax paid by ten medium-sized families for a year.

Chen Fan's voice was not loud.

The other side.

When Chen Fan was talking, there was also a scene of selling flowers on the streets of Chang'an on the stage.

When looking at the back of the old man leaving, everyone couldn't help but feel a sour nose.

But.

Chen Fan didn't stop.

After the old man reluctantly turned to leave, suddenly a convoy of carriages and horses came on the road.

Their horses are really horses, and their saddles are dazzlingly bright.

You ask them who they are, and they are all officials, ministers of the emperor.

You see, they were wearing clothes with red ribbons, and they were doctors.

As for the purple ribbon, it's the general.

Their status is so noble, what do they do?

It turned out to be going to a big banquet.

There are countless mountain delicacies in the banquet, including fruits produced on the edge of Dongting Lake, and fresh and tender fish cuts.

They are full of food, and when they are drunk, they become even more energetic.

But.

What they don't know is.

Or, they actually do.

This year, there was a great drought in the south of the Yangtze River, and the phenomenon of cannibalism appeared in Quzhou.

Bai Juyi wrote the phenomenon he saw at that time into this poem "Light Fat".

"It's a year of drought in the south of the Yangtze River, and Quzhou people cannibalize ......"

"I ......"

looked at Chen Fan in the camera.

Listen to the poems written by Bai Juyi.

The crowd opened their mouths, not knowing what to say.

Some people feel that their faces are red and hot.

Some of the tears in the corners of their eyes couldn't hold back anymore and fell.

Some looked at themselves and closed their eyes again...... In my mind, there was a wave of upheaval.

Although this is written about the situation during the Tang Dynasty.

But, isn't it happening in modern times?

The stage play in the camera has changed again.

On the streets of Chang'an, those generals and doctors have left.

Suddenly, an old man selling charcoal came from afar.

Because he had been burning charcoal for decades, his face was not only covered with dust, but his whole face was as if it had been smoked.

Pity him for being so old, his hair is gray, and all ten fingers are black.

But the more this is the case, the more he wants to come out and sell charcoal.

As for what charcoal is sold for?

Just to buy myself a few clothes, and buy a few bites to eat.

But at this time, a gust of wind suddenly blew, which made the old man tremble.

He grabbed his clothes tightly and said, "A little colder, a little colder." ”

Yes.

The colder the weather, the higher the price of the charcoal he sells.

Although he knew that he was wearing so many clothes.

To make matters worse, it snowed all night last night, and the entire road was covered with a foot of snow.

But the old man waited left and right, and waited until the sun was already high, and the charcoal was not sold.

At this moment, two handsome horses suddenly came from afar, and they turned out to be eunuchs in the palace.

When they saw the old man's charcoal, they immediately dismounted, took the paperwork, and said loudly, The charcoal on your cart has been requisitioned.

Then the whole vehicle was pulled away with charcoal.

Although the old man was extremely sad, he stood there in a daze, without any way.

In the end, the two eunuchs threw a zhang of red silk at the old man and said, "This cloth should be the price of this cart of charcoal." ”

The actor leaves.

Chen Fan stopped talking.

There was a sudden silence in the scene.

It's as if the live stream is stuck.

"I, I'm going to die."

"I can't do it either."

"I can't stand it, I wipe my eyes."

There is no need to say anything.

Just watching the performances of the actors in the dance, countless people felt as if they had been whipped, and they were uncomfortable.

Chen Fan shook his head, revealing a wry smile on his face.

[Sell charcoal, cut down and burn charcoal in the southern mountains.

His face was full of dust and smoke, and his temples were pale and his fingers were black.

What is the profit from selling charcoal? The clothes on the body eat in the mouth.

The poor shirt is single, and the heart is worried and wishes for the cold. 】

Listening to Chen Fan's recitation of the song "Selling Carbon Weng", the scene just now appeared in front of everyone's eyes again.

Especially the old man was shivering from the cold, and he hoped that the weather would be colder at the same time.

Even if you don't need to empathize, you can feel the poverty.

And some middle-aged spectators who have been here like this have already burst into tears when they heard this.

Their poverty in the past may be a little different from that of carbon sellers.

After all, times are different.

But the path they traveled back then was not much different.

[A foot of snow outside the city at night, Xiao drove a charcoal car to roll the ice ruts.

The cattle are trapped and the people are hungry, and they are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the city.

Who are the two riders? The yellow-clothed messenger is white-shirted.

The hand put the paperwork in his mouth, and returned to the car and led the ox to the north.

A cart of charcoal, more than 1,000 catties, the palace envoy will not regret it.

Half a horse of red yarn and a zhang of silk, tied to the cow's head to fill the charcoal straight ......]

No explanation is needed.

Chen Fan didn't explain either.

The performance on the stage just now, as well as this song "Carbon Seller", have perfectly interpreted this scene.

"Is this the poetry demon Bai Juyi?"

"Hmm."

"In my eyes, there is no more poet immortal."

Countless people only feel as if their blood is burning.

In fact, when Chen Fan started to talk about Bai Juyi's "Selling Flowers", they felt as if their nerves were stimulated by something.

Until Bai Juyi's "Light Fat" later.

and now "Selling Carbon".

Countless viewers suddenly felt the ambition in Bai Juyi's heart.

"What is the purpose of writing poetry?"

"It's not for the sake of showing one's talents, it's not for the sake of reciting poetry, and it's not about writing poetry for the sake of writing poetry."

"Writing poems in order to express one's opinions to the emperor and relieve the suffering of the people......"

One man stood up.

Then.

Two men stood up.

The three men stood up.

Everybody, all stood up.

……

"Teacher Chen Fan, can I take a photo with you?"

"Teacher Chen Fan, selling carbon made me cry as a big man."

Teacher Chen Fan...... Who will you talk about in the next issue of poets? ”

"Tang Poems More Than 300 Songs" ends.

Chen Fan was once again surrounded by countless audiences.

It's just that.

For what everyone calls the next issue of poets.

Chen Fan shook his head and said, "Bai Juyi hasn't finished talking yet. ”

"Huh?"

Everyone was stunned: "Teacher Chen Fan, Bai Juyi hasn't finished speaking?" ”

Chen Fan nodded.

"Bai Juyi has two phases?"

"Yes."

"My God......"

The crowd was almost incredulous.

Today's Bai Juyi is already so rebellious.

There is another issue of Bai Juyi?

They couldn't imagine it.

And for Chen Fan.

Poetry Demon, Poetry Demon.

Bai Juyi, who doesn't have a demon, how can he be called a poetry demon?

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