"How did he offend the emperor?" Cai Xiaoyu's eyes widened, and he nervously pinched Bai Xiaohu's head, making Bai Xiaohu whimper.

Ladora looked around at the children's curious faces, it sighed, and said: "Meng Haoran recited a poem written by himself to Tang Xuanzong, and one of the sentences, 'Don't know the master to abandon', caused Tang Xuanzong's Long Yan to be furious. The emperor was not moved by Meng Haoran, who was eager to seek office, he only felt that this Meng Haoran was unreasonable, and he had no ability but blamed others for not discovering his talent. Tang Xuanzong, who was angry, did not give Meng Haoran a chance, and soon Meng Haoran was released back to Xiangyang, away from the capital. ”

"Just because you said the wrong thing? The emperor ignored him? That's too much! Tian Youyou's brows furrowed tightly, and after being dissatisfied, Tian Youyou began to worry about Meng Haoran again, she asked, "Isn't Meng Haoran very sad?" He didn't do anything he couldn't think of, did he? ”

"It's a sure thing to be sad and sad." La Duola replied: "However, Meng Haoran is Meng Haoran in the end, even if he is pessimistic and disappointed, he does not let it go." Later, he attached his love to the mountains and rivers, lived in seclusion in the mountains, and left a lot of famous poems through the ages. ”

Mao Doumao proposed: "Ladola, you can read us a poem after Meng Haoran left the capital." ”

"During this period, Meng Haoran is the best at writing sorrows, so I will read a poem to you and let you taste it." La Dola cleared his throat and recited:

"Sujian Dejiang"

【Tang】Meng Haoran

Move the boat to park the smoke, and the sunset is new.

The wild sky is low and the trees are low, and Jiang Qingyue is close to people. ”

Edamame Maopin read, he thought about it and said, "There is indeed a word 'sorrow', but why do I feel as if I am not so sorrowful?" I think it's beautiful. ”

"I also think it's beautiful," Tian Youyou continued, "The boat is docked on the edge of the misty island, and Meng Haoran stands on the bow of the boat to enjoy the beautiful sunset." I thought, the sunset must be pink, and the sun hitting the river must be dreamlike! All around is a wilderness with no people, boundless. After sunset, the moon rose, and the shadow of the moon rippled on the river, and it felt like you could fish out the moon as soon as you stretched out your hand. Look, how beautiful! ”

Tang Duoduo and Cai Xiaoyu were deeply impressed by Tian Youyou's interpretation, and the two of them applauded again and again, and replied: "Admire, admire!" I haven't even understood it, so you've translated it all. ”

Tian Youyou was embarrassed to be praised, she touched the bow on her braid, and said, "I don't know if I'm right...... Don't praise me......"

"You're right!" La Dola also gave Tian Youyou a thumbs up, and said: "This is Meng Haoran's poetry style, as the so-called: contained but not revealed, light and flavorful." ”

"I understand," Mao Doumao finally read through at this time, and he said to Ge Dazhuang, Tang Duoduo and Cai Xiaoyu who were still confused: "Meng Haoran is really a person who is good at finding emotional outlets, no wonder he has suffered such a big blow and can still maintain his enthusiasm for life." Ladola, I think Meng Haoran was moved by the moon shadow in the river, and at this moment of sorrow, he felt that the moon said to give companionship, so his lonely heart was also comforted. Right? ”

"That's right," La Dora affirmed Edamame's analysis, saying, "Meng Haoran's poems are just one word - 'true', revealing a sense of beauty in one go and flowing water in sincere emotions. ”