Xiao Hui Neng replied truthfully: "Sir, I ...... I don't know the words on it. ”

Li Xueru was quite puzzled: "You can't read, but you are so interested in studying?"

Huineng: "Yes. ”

Li Xueru's eyes were staring at him: "Can you understand the poems I teach?"

Xiao Huineng replied casually: "These poems are easy to remember, but I don't know much about them. ”

"Poetry is easy to remember?" Li Xueru frowned, he didn't expect this kid to look dignified, but he was so arrogant when he spoke.

This "Book of Songs", the Western Han Dynasty was respected as a Confucian classic, originally called the "Book of Songs", and continues to be used to this day, is the first collection of poetry in China, including from the beginning of the Western Zhou Dynasty to the middle of the Spring and Autumn Period more than 500 years of poems 305, also known as "Three Hundred Poems". It wasn't easy for me to recite at first, let alone memorize it. How can you say that poetry is easy to memorize?"

After Li Xueru explained the beginning, chapters, and importance of the Book of Songs in Confucianism, he couldn't help but ask, "Can you remember?" ”

Xiao Huineng replied frankly: "I can remember, if you don't believe it, I'll recite it to you." ”

Li Xueru was still puzzled: "There is no joke in front of the teacher, can you really memorize it?"

"Hmm." Xiao Huineng nodded and said loudly, "I never lie." ”

Li Xueru asked tentatively, "How many paragraphs can you memorize?"

The simple little Huineng replied bluntly: "You can recite everything." ”

Wow, what a big breath of garlic!

Li Xueru and Li Wenguang were surprised by Xiao Huineng's answer.

Li Xueru's eyes widened, staring at him: "What? Can you recite all 305 verses in the Book of Songs?" Li Xueru's heart seemed to be scratched by something, "People are most afraid of empty words." Boy, you can recite the Book of Songs to the old man!"

"Good!" Xiao Huineng cleared his throat, cut his hands behind his back, raised his head slightly, half-squinted his eyes, opened his mouth, and those poems flowed out of his mouth like the mountain stream next to the private school:

Guan Ju:

Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island. My Fair Lady, Gentleman......

At the beginning, Li Xueru, an old pedant, didn't look at this tanned boy at all, but when he recited the first paragraph fluently, he was impressed, and some even took out books to compare them to see if he had made any mistakes.

Li Xueru has a deep path of learning, and naturally remembers the "Book of Songs" in his heart, and listens and listens quietly.

Xiao Hui Neng recited:

Jagged wattles, left and right flowing. My Fair Lady, I covet it. I can't ask for it, but I can't think about it. Leisurely, tossing and turning. Jagged wattles, picked left and right. My Fair Lady, Friends of the Piano. Jagged wattle, left and right. My Fair Lady, bells and drums. Jagged wattles, left and right flowing. My Fair Lady, I covet it. I can't ask for it, but I can't think about it. Leisurely, tossing and turning. Jagged wattles, picked left and right. My Fair Lady, Friends of the Piano. Jagged wattle, left and right. My Fair Lady, bells and drums.

Ge Tan:

Ge Zhi Qinxi, applied to the middle valley, Wei Ye Ming. The yellow bird flies, gathers in the bushes, and its chirping. Ge Zhi Tan Xi, Shi in the middle valley, Viye Momo. It is a slash, a thread, and a serving. Tell the teacher, say the word. Thin dirt my selfishness, thin Huan my clothes. Is it harmful? Guining parents.

…… There is a palace in the palace, and it is a real piece. He Jiang Yan, his virtue will not return. God is dependent, harmless and harmless. It's not too late to be full of moon, it's the afterlife. Blessings of all blessings. Millet is heavy and wheat. There is a country to the bottom, and the people have crops.

Li Xueru: "What about the last one?"

Xiao Huineng swallowed his saliva and continued to read:

"Yin Wu":

Tart the other and fight against Jing Chu...... There is a hakama in the pine tree, and there is leisure in the travel tree, and the sleep becomes Kong'an.

Until he recited all 305 chapters of the "Book of Songs", which made Li Xueru's mouth open wide in shock.

While listening to him recite, Li Wenguang praised the "Book of Songs": "Ah, not a word is missing!"

After Li Wenguang finished praising it, he mischievously gave Xiao Huineng a problem: "Can you recite the "Book of Songs" upside down?"

Li Xueru glared at Li Wenguang: "Can you ask people to carry it upside down like this?"

Li Xueru scolded in his heart: "Blindly compete to win and be strong!" Don't think that if you can, others can't. ”

Li Wenguang stuck his tongue out and retracted it again.

Xiaohui can readily agree: "Do you want me to carry it upside down?" OK!"

Li Xueru: "Can you really recite it upside down?"

"Absolutely! Listen: An Kong Cheng sleeps, there is a young brigade, and there is a pine ...... hakama" So, Xiao Huineng really recited the "Book of Songs" from behind, and recited it fluently and smoothly, which made Li Xueru love this kid even more, and looked at it differently.

Li Wenguang was also convinced by him, and was happy to have such a smart book friend.

Li Xueru stroked the long beard of his chin with his right hand, and looked at the benefactor in front of him with his eyes stunned, and couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts: among the students he taught, these scriptures had to be read dozens of times before they could be memorized. I was instructed by a master in the Confucian Academy, and my practice was not shallow, but I had to recite a scripture several times before I could memorize it. And this kid can memorize so well just by eavesdropping when he has no scriptures to read and no famous teacher to enlighten.

In the land of NSW, how ordinary the trees are; The stream, how ordinary; Rivers, how ordinary; The many beings who come and go are so ordinary. However, the kid in front of him was a genius, a genius of the world, and a wave of enthusiasm hit Li Xueru's heart, and a dark perception grabbed him tightly.

After Li Xueru pondered for a long time, he turned to Xiao Huineng and said, "Don't stand outside the broken wall in the future, let's come in." ”

Xiao Huineng nodded: "Thank you, Uncle Li." ”

"You can just call me Mr. when we meet in the future." Li Xueru tilted his head slightly to the side and said to Li Wenguang, who was standing beside him: "In the future, he will be your junior brother, take your junior brother into the study to read." ”

"Good!" Li Wenguang bowed respectfully to Li Xueru and nodded, then turned to Xiao Huineng, "Senior brother, go, follow me to the study." ”

Xiao Huineng followed Li Wenguang towards the north courtyard, and after walking more than ten steps, he suddenly turned his head, with spring on the corner of his mouth, and smiled at Li Xueru.

Li Xueru's heart is hot: this kid has a simple and honest appearance, and is a little straightforward; But it is intelligent in the heart and wise in wisdom. Its nature and understanding are not below their little daughter. It seems that Xinzhou is going to produce pillars, and there are talents from all generations!