As soon as the memo Mao's subdued recitation landed, the familiar sense of oppression came again.

Edamame Mao immediately reacted that the "Ancient Poetry Arena" was opened!

He looked at La Dora—and sure enough, the green four-leaf clover on La Dora's head had turned red again, but this time La Dola was no longer as painful as the first time he opened the "Ancient Poetry Arena", on the contrary, it seemed to be a little confused.

Edamame Mao was not worried, he thought to himself: La Dola must be the same as me, familiar with the road and familiar with it.

The ancient poetry arena is still a familiar recipe, or a familiar taste, and the robot-like sound of cheering makes Edamame Mao laugh.

Edamame Mao was waiting for a big battle, and he repeatedly silently recited in his heart that those second-grade brothers and sisters should learn to memorize ancient poems, and the world in the poems was vivid. Like what:

Under the plum tree in the corner of the wall, an arrogant old man named Wang Anshi inscribed the poem "Plum Blossom" on the wall;

Hu Lingneng, who repairs pots and pans for a living, has not read any books, but can write a vivid and exquisite "Children's Fishing";

The Yellow River shuttles and flows in time, in the ancient Tang Dynasty, a stork tower was built on the east bank of the Yellow River, which led countless literati and scholars to write poems and praises, among which Wang Zhilian's "Climbing the Stork Tower" is the most famous;

and "Wanglu Mountain Waterfall", how majestic and magnificent Li Bai wrote it!

The more Mao thought about it, the more excited he became, and this time, he met many excellent new poets through learning, such as:

Liu Zongyuan, one of the eight masters of the Tang and Song dynasties, Du Fu, a close friend of Li Bai, the "Shaoling Ye Lao", and Gao Ding and Cha Shenxing, the Qing Dynasty poets closest to the 21st century where he lived.

Edamame also thought that in addition to these new poets, he also got to know them more deeply through the new poems of some "old friend poets". Shixian Li Bai naturally doesn't need to say much, and there are others:

Bai Juyi's poem "Leaving the grass on the plain, one year old and one withering" turned out to be an "examination room proposition essay";

Yang Wanli, one of the "Four Great Masters of the Southern Song Dynasty", in order to persuade his good friend Lin Zifang to stay by his side, can use the scenery of the West Lake to express his heart;

The "uncompetitive" Li Shen wrote such a good "Compassion for Nong" series, but he forgot his heart and missed an opportunity to become a generation of virtuous ministers;

The more Edamame Mao thought about it, the happier he became, and he suddenly felt that the Great Orb was not very important, the important thing was that he had accumulated so much knowledge. He was also proud of the fact that these poems were memorized by his brothers and sisters in the second grade, and he was only in the first grade of primary school, and he would have two weeks to finish the final exams of the first semester of the first grade!

Edamame raised his arms and shouted, "Come on! I accept all challenges! I believe that I will be able to succeed in the challenge! ”

Edamame pricked up his ears to listen to the question, and he was attentive, for fear that he would miss any of the questions. He guessed that the higher the grade, the more difficult the questions would definitely be, and he couldn't help but feel nervous.

But what I didn't expect was that this time the "Ancient Poetry Arena" was too unchallenging.

It's all multiple-choice, and the robot-like ladola doesn't show up, and a voice rings in the empty darkness:

"Listen to the question, who is the author of "Yongliu"? A. Li Bai B. Du Fu C. He Zhizhang D. Yang Wanli. ”

Edamame replied: "C. He Zhizhang!" ”

Similar "foolish questions" quickly tired Edamame, who sat bored, with his head propped up in his hands and answering in the dark.

In a short time, he completed all the challenges - so smoothly that Edamame Mao found it boring.