Edamame Mao lost.

However, Mao Doumao was not annoyed, but humbly asked Ge Dazhuang for advice.

"Excuse me, whose poem is this? What is your name? ”

Ge Dazhuang didn't expect Edamame to lose so gracefully, he was stunned for a while, and only replied seriously after a while: "This is a poem by the Song Dynasty poet Yang Wanli, called "Xiao Out of Jingci Temple to Send Lin Zifang". ”

"Can you tell me more about this poem?" Edamame continued to ask for advice.

Before Ge Dazhuang could respond, the preparatory bell for the afternoon class rang.

Cai Xiaoyu dragged Ge Dazhuang away, and he made a big grimace at Edamame Mao before leaving, leaving a triumphant laugh.

"Edamame hair...... It's all my fault...... I shouldn't have encouraged you to fight Ge Dazhuang in the ring...... This is all Cai Xiaoyu's ghost! "Tang Duoduo felt very guilty.

Tian Youyou was also worried that Edamame Mao would be hit, and she also apologized.

Edamame's mood was a little low, and he finally managed to squeeze out an unwilling smile and went back to the classroom with his friends dejected.

When he got home from school, Edamame told La Dola about the inadvertent fight with Ge Dazhuang today.

La Dola patted her thigh again and again, and said angrily: "It's a pity that I wasn't there at the time!" Otherwise, we will definitely win! ”

"How can that work? You're the equivalent of a mobile library, and I'm taking you to the game, isn't it a trick? Edamame Mao Zhengse said: "It's okay, if you lose, you lose." I just didn't expect Ge Dazhuang to be so powerful. ”

"Edamame, there's a truth you should still know. As the saying goes, there are people outside people, and there are mountains outside the mountains. Even if there is no Ge Dazhuang, there will be Li Dazhuang, Wang Dazhuang, there will always be someone in this world who can beat you. Not now, or later. Even if you learn all the poems in my stomach, don't think about the overlord of the world. Although I often talk wildly, it's just to cheer myself up. At the end of the day, we should be humble. At the very least, you can't be proud. ”

Edamame Mao listened carefully to La's words, and he smiled: "I know that pride makes people backward, and humility makes people progress." ”

After the enlightenment of Ladola, Edamame Mao's mood is much better. He finally shifted his focus from "winning and losing" to "knowledge" itself, muttering: "La-do-la, the names of the poems I have been exposed to lately are so long......"

"What 'Xiao out of Jingci Temple to send Lin Zifang'...... If I hadn't heard Ge Dazhuang read it aloud, I'm afraid I would have made a mistake in even breaking sentences. ”

Ladora laughed, and it explained to Edamame:

"Dawn - that is, the sun has just come out. Jingci Temple is a temple that is a famous Buddhist temple around West Lake. Lin Zifang was a senior official who drafted documents for the emperor, and Yang Wanli often talked about national affairs with him, reciting poems against him, and the two were a pair of like-minded good friends. ”

"Speaking of which, this poem is really profound. Although it describes the scenery of the West Lake, in fact, Yang Wanli wrote this poem to express his affection for Lin Zifang through the scenery and lyricism. ”

Edamame asked, "How do you say that?" I only saw the scenery, but I didn't see any nostalgia. ”

At that time, Lin Zifang was about to be transferred from the emperor's side, and it seemed that he was promoted, but Yang Wanli felt that he should stay in the capital. Therefore, although the title of the poem has the word 'send', it is not a farewell poem. Yang Wanli is describing the beautiful scenery of the West Lake to keep Lin Zifang and let him not leave. ”