Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and daylight, the north wind blows geese and snow.

Don't worry about the road ahead, no one in the world knows you.

This poem, written by Gao Shi, a famous artist in the Tang Dynasty, is holding on to the theme of parting, and the first four sentences have a very good meaning.

Lu Hanqing has read and taught all his life, and he suddenly appreciated the true meaning of the poem, and he couldn't help but interpret it under excitement.

"The setting sun at dusk makes the clouds dim and yellow."

"The north wind is blowing strongly, the snow is heavy, and the geese are flying south."

"Don't worry that there is no confidant on the road ahead, who else in the world does not know you?"

This is not only to express parting, but also to pour out the instructions and expectations of the person who sent them off.

Take these students as an example, I hope that they can go further on the road of fame in the future and become famous people in the world.

Good!

As Lu Hanqing's words fell, Wang Anshi took the lead in saying hello.

Lu Yuan and Zhang Xiong glanced at each other and nodded their heads.

To be honest, when Wang Anshi strongly recommended Chen Mo as a teacher before, both of them disapproved in their hearts.

For one, there is no precedent for this.

Second, they hadn't seen Chen Mo at all, let alone knew about it.

But because of Wang Anshi's status as the magistrate, the two finally agreed, and did some rough understanding, and then they were all curious about Chen Mo.

Let's not talk about the character, but it really has a bit of literary brilliance.

"If the four of you like it, Chen Mo will give this poem to everyone as a gift." Chen Mo smiled and looked at several students, but ignored Wang Jun.

"Thank you for the poem."

The Qian brothers were flattered and glad that they had just apologized to Chen Mo in time.

Otherwise, you will only be left out in the cold.

And Wang Jun was pale, and he could see that Chen Mo was isolating him and humiliating him.

"Chen Jiaoyu, there are five students here, but you give poems to four, is this your way of being a teacher?"

"What are you anxious about?" Chen Mo smiled, "It's just the first half, and there's the second half, and ...... I'll give you only one person. ”

"Student, listen up."

Wang Jun had a bad premonition, but the words had already come to this point, so he could only listen to it.

Liu Wei Piao pitied himself privately, and he left Jingluo for more than ten years.

The husband's poverty should not be enough, and there is no wine money when we meet today.

After Chen Mo finished speaking, he sat back directly.

Shen Tao, who was at the beginning of the hand, got up at the right time and said.

"Brother Wang, what Chen Jiao means is that even if the road ahead is bumpy, don't hurt yourself like a bird, let alone hide outside for many years and don't go home, it's nothing for a man to fall into poverty, when you meet again, don't be ashamed and blame yourself for not being able to pay for a meal."

"Shen Tao, you ......"

Wang Junqi's swollen face turned blue, but he couldn't have a seizure.

The others all showed strange looks.

There is no need to discuss the poem itself, just say that the relationship between Chen Mo and Wang Jun is a bit of fire and water no matter how you look at it.

And the latter's face was clearly beaten like that.

It can't be Chen Mo, right?

In a whisper, I really asked the whole story.

It's just a pity that I missed such a wonderful play.

After all, Wang Anshi is a magistrate, although he also thinks that Chen Mogan is beautiful, but he still opened his mouth and pressed two sentences.

"Chen Jiaoyu, the first half of this poem is very good, and it also captures the theme that Lu Xiancheng said, but this second half is a little inappropriate."

"Chen Mo knows his mistake, please punish him." Chen Mo had to stand up.

"The punishment must be punished, but how to punish it appropriately?" On this occasion, Wang Anshi must level a bowl of water.

"Daddy, my daughter has an idea." Wang Tan'er said with a smile.

"Tell me about it."

"Chen Jiaoyu can compose poems, and naturally he can also write lyrics, why don't you let him write another poem to make up for the lack of the poem just now?" Wang Tan'er proposed.

"What do you think?" Wang Anshi looked at everyone.

"Very good proposal." Everyone nodded.

"Chen Mo, have you heard everything, is it enough time to give you a cup of tea?" Wang Anshi asked.

"No, a glass of wine is enough."

Chen Mo picked up a glass of wine and walked directly to the field.

After drinking the wine I brewed, the wine in the cup was not only a little bland, but also a little high.

Urged by this momentum, Chen Mo learned Cao Zhi.

The difference is that Cao Zhi wrote a poem in seven steps, while Chen Mo only took four steps.

The husband is not without tears, and he does not shed parting.

The cane and sword are against the wine, and the shame is the face of the wanderer.

As soon as the pit viper stung his hand, the strong man untied his wrist.

The ambition is fame, and what a sigh to part.

After finishing a poem, Chen Mo raised his head and drank the wine in the cup.

"This person is indeed talented."

Looking at Chen Mo, who was a little stumbling, Lu Yuan muttered and dismantled the true meaning of the poem.

The eldest husband didn't shed tears, but he didn't want to weep when he parted.

In the face of leaving the wine, he sang and waved his long sword, and his face was full of sorrow as an ordinary wanderer.

Once the wrist is bitten by a pit viper, when the arm is broken, the strong man will never hesitate.

Since you are determined to break into the world and make contributions, why sigh and complain when you leave the usual meals.

In just one poem, he wrote all the pride and freedom that a man should have.

Lu Yuan sighed with emotion, what about others?

One of the people present counted one, and almost all of them were impressed by Chen Mo's literary brilliance.

Take Shen Tao as an example, he hasn't come up with it until now, and Chen Mo casually wrote two songs.

This gap is almost comparable to heaven and earth.

"It's a pity, it's another poem." Wang Tan'er was slightly disappointed, "I wanted to see what kind of words Chen Mo could write on the topic of parting." ”

Wang Anshi heard his daughter's murmur, raised his hand and pointed at Chen Mo.

"Let you write lyrics, who let you write poems?"

"Okay, then I'll make another song."

Chen Mo responded and poured himself another glass of wine.

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green.

The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain.

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered.

A scoop of turbid wine is all over the place, don't dream cold tonight.

After another four steps, a word was already echoing in everyone's ears.

Only this time, no one applauded.

Everyone was immersed in the artistic conception of the lyrics and couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.

Even Wang Jun was stunned on the spot, like a wooden chicken.

Finally heard Chen Mo's lyrics, Wang Tan'er's heart fluctuated.

She couldn't imagine what Chen Mo had experienced, and what she wrote would be so soul-touching.

This poem is ostensibly a farewell to a friend.

In fact, it is giving someone another life.

Break the dust!

Long pavilions, ancient roads, fragrant grass, evening breezes, willows, flutes, these common scenery things, under the reflection of a round of sunset, actually constitute a different song of life.

"It's a pity that there are no musical instruments, otherwise Chen Mo will definitely sacrifice his ugliness and compose this "Farewell" into a song, so that you can feast your ears."

Xu is wine was too drunk, Xu is remembered the past again, Chen Mo raised his glass and shouted.

"Childe, do you want a musical instrument?"

At this moment, a yellow warbler-like voice sounded outside.