On the West Lake, there are countless pavilions and buildings, the sound of silk and bamboo is endless, and there is a lively and prosperous scene everywhere.

Tian Youyou looked at groups of fairy-like dancers, envious and admired, she thought: These sisters' waists are really soft, how many years do they have to practice hard to dance such a soft dance.

However, such a scene made Edamame Mao's brows furrow tighter, just because he felt that Lin Sheng was out of place in this situation. So, he asked the little master Edamame Mao and muttered: "Is this Lin Sheng sick?" Why did he look sick and depressed? ”

Edamame Mao was talking to himself as he paddled hard to bring the boat closer to Lin Sheng's Washer Inn, where he beckoned his friends to get off the boat and see if Lin Sheng needed help.

Edamame was always so enthusiastic that La Dola didn't even have time to stop them.

When the children went up to the second floor of the small building, a poem on the wall caught their eye.

"The Title of the Residence"

【Song】Lin Sheng

Outside the mountain, the Qingshan Building is outside the building, and the West Lake singing and dancing will be closed.

The warm wind smokes the tourists drunk, and makes Hangzhou Bianzhou. ”

Edamame Mao didn't care to appreciate this good poem, and he anxiously asked the poet, who seemed to be in a bad state:

"Hello, are you not feeling well? Is it sick? ”

Unexpectedly, Lin Sheng actually laughed. It's just that his laughter is different from Li Bai's bold laughter, it's not so much laughter as crying, and even Edamame Mao feels that this Lin Sheng's laughter is even more ugly than crying.

Lin Sheng laughed miserably, he shook his head again and again, stretched out his hand and pointed to the outside of the fence, and muttered, "Sick!" All are sick! Everyone's sick! ”

At this time, the careful Tian Youyou found a wine jug that had fallen down in Lin Sheng's hand, and she whispered: "Oh, I'm afraid he's drunk, and it seems that he is also a poet who is addicted to alcohol." ”

Behind the children, Ladola sighed, and said: "No, no, this Lin Sheng's drinking is not for unbridled pleasure, but for the country and the people!" ”

Seeing that the children all showed puzzled expressions, La Dola pulled the children to stand under the wall with the inscription and asked, "Do you know where this Bianzhou is?" ”

The children shook their heads.

"Bianzhou is Bianliang, that is, the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty, and it is now Kaifeng City, Henan." La Duo La said: "It seems that you have all forgotten the humiliating history of the Northern Song Dynasty losing its land and changing its name to the Southern Song Dynasty. ”

"I remember!" Tian Youyou raised her hand, and she said: "'I still think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong', Li Qingzhao also wrote!" Then I understand, this Lin Sheng is also writing poems to express his dissatisfaction. ”

"He's not just expressing dissatisfaction, he's simply indignant." La Dola said: "This poem "Title to Andi" is a spicy political satirical poem. Lin Sheng used the word 'warm wind' as a pun to ridicule the pleasure-seeking style of the establishment. He bitterly ridiculed the powerful for stealing peace and not thinking about the safety of the country, and also expressed concern that people were still drunk and obsessed with money in such a difficult time. ”

"It turns out that Lin Sheng is a patriotic poet." Cai Xiaoyu quietly sighed.

Cai Xiaoyu's voice was still heard by his friends, and everyone felt his investment and showed a smile of approval.

La Dola didn't have the energy to keep the children dreaming, but it left the children with a food for thought.

"What other patriotic poems will elementary school students learn?"