Li Mubai, who was on the table at the back table, couldn't help but be shocked when he heard it: "The sentences in this poem contain 'half', although it is simple and straightforward, and there is no flowery rhetoric, but the profound truth contained in it is really intriguing and thought-provoking!" ”

"Yes, yes," Wu Gongzi also nodded again and again, "This poem is similar to the poem by Mei Dingzuo, a Shengle Taoist, 'Half water and half smoke with willows, half wind and half rain to promote flowers.'" Half-no half-floating fishing boat, half-hidden and half-seen people's 'has the same magic, but its deep meaning, its half-word philosophy, is better than the simple scene writing of Shengle Dao people! ”

Zhu Changrun, who was sitting at the same table with Jiang Shu, turned his head when he heard this, and said with a light smile: "Everything in this world has a certain measure, and this measure is 'middle' and 'half'. For example, we must pay attention to "moderation" in dealing with people, not only to do something, but also not to do something, as much as possible to achieve benefits without harm, for the sake of not fighting. ”

As soon as his voice fell, everyone present showed a look of approval, looked at Jiang Shu's gaze, and also appreciated it a little.

Although the vicissitudes of this poem are not from her at a glance, it is not easy to write down such a thought-provoking work that they have never heard before.

This Miss Ye is definitely not as timid and cowardly as rumored by the outside world.

Zhu Changxun, who was sitting next to Jiang Shu, waited until everyone finally quieted down, tilted his head slightly to look at her and said: "This 'half-drunk wine is just right, and the flowers are half-blooming' is not like the end, there should be more later." ”

"Well," Jiang Shu groaned slightly, and nodded slightly, "Behind it is 'The sail is half a fan to avoid turning over, and the horse is half a reins and stable.'" Half less but more tasteful, half more disgusted and entangled. A hundred years of bitterness and happiness are half mixed, and it will take advantage of only half of it'. ”

As soon as she said this, there was silence in the room.

After a while, someone suddenly speculated: "Miss Ye, is this poem from Lord Ling Zun's handwriting?" ”

Since none of them knew it, the only possibility was that there was no external transmission of this poem, and in the absence of external transmission, Jiang Shu knew that only this possibility was the greatest if he thought about it.

"......" Jiang Shu looked at everyone with his eyes, and when he saw that they all had this question in their eyes, he was speechless.

Dare to say so much to themselves, they didn't think of any of them!

Looking at the appearance of these people who are "rich in learning and five cars, and only eight in height", why do they have never seen or heard of a poem that they all know?

Is it because this poem is not famous, the author of the poem is too far away from the capital, and the circle of ancient people is small, unlike the era of information explosion in which they live, so I don't know?

Seeing that she was silent and did not answer, everyone also guessed that this poem was not made by Ye Xianggao, and after a pause, someone asked, "Do you remember the name of this poem?" ”

Jiang Shu shook his head slightly: "I can't remember." ”

She didn't remember seeing it a few years before she came to this era, but at that time she just thought the content of the poem was quite profound, and read it casually.

"Since that's the case, let's give it a name," Yu Jinghuan, who had never spoken, smiled faintly and said, "Looking at the word 'half' in every sentence of this poem, it's better to call it 'Half-Character Song'." ”

"Okay," Jiang Shu turned his head slightly to look at him, "But I don't remember everything, I left a lot of sentences, and they are not a complete poem." ”

"It's okay," Yu Jinghuan said with a slow wave of his hand, "These have already benefited us all a lot." ”

"That's right," Wu Gongzi also echoed the sentence and asked for advice, "Miss Ye doesn't mind copying this poem in the future, right?" ”

"Of course there is no problem," Jiang Shu nodded well, "When the time comes, Wu Gongzi will let me read it." ”

"Miss Ye rest assured, after the next is made, she will definitely copy a copy immediately and order someone to send it to Miss Ye's house." That Wu Gongzi raised his hand and promised.

"Okay, I'll wait to see Wu Gongzi's masterpiece." Jiang Shu tugged at the corners of his lips and smiled at him.

With the afterglow of his eyes, he glanced at the woman in the red shirt and pink dress who wanted to see her ugly, and saw her resentful look, and the corners of her lips couldn't help but purse slightly.