Nickname? What else is snow called?

Heavy snow? Light snow? What a lot of snow?

Xie Shi, who had not yet begun to learn poetry, was confused. The progress is not as good as others, and Fang Peng and Wu Yue are even more dazed.

Although Wang Lin, Zhao Zixin, and Xu Shouwen, who were enlightened early, have never learned to write poetry seriously, there are not a few ancient poems that they have memorized. Listening to Xu Fuzi's question, they all mobilized the memory in their minds.

Zhao Zixin took the lead in standing up: "The student knows, six out." He bowed to the master, and Shi Shiran recited, "One branch is gradually becoming more and more beautiful, and the 'six outs' have been opened together." ”

Seeing that Xu Fuzi was satisfied, Zhao Zixin couldn't help but have a reserved smile on his face, and he continued without thinking: "There is also Yusha: Looking at the south of the sky, "Yusha" is full of long winds. ”

Xu Fuzi nodded frequently, and glanced at Xu Shouwen who was still not moving with a slightly dissatisfied gaze, if you want to talk about the ink in your chest, Xu Shouwen, who was enlightened early by his talented father, should be the first among the senior brothers, isn't it that he didn't study hard at the beginning?

Swept by Master Xu's gaze, Xu Shouwen was immediately alert and continued to fish. Isn't his father going to rectify him again? He hurriedly spoke actively: "I'll come, I'll come." Plain dust! The rising sun is clear, and the cold sky is lost in the "plain dust". ”

The senior brother and junior brother had already spoken, and Wang Lin, who had been thinking silently, slowly got up and spit out a sentence: "...... He did not hesitate to end the "Qionghua" day, and sealed him with no fragrance of plum ruiyu. ”

Zhao Zixin was not to be outdone, and followed him to speak: "Try to see the green branches, a few "cold crisps" have not been eliminated. ”

As soon as his words fell, Xu Shouwen met his father's death gaze and was forced to answer enthusiastically: "Also, the wind blows the jade trees on both sides of the strait, and a bright moon basks in the "silver sand"!" ”

The three of you and I have unconsciously listed more than 30 different "aliases", Xie Shi, Fang Peng, and Wu Yue gradually became an atmosphere group, responsible for shouting from time to time.

"Amazing, Senior Brother Zhao is so powerful." Although I don't understand it, there are really a lot of poems by Zhao Zixinhui, and Xie Shi explained passionately, "Retreat the two senior brothers with their own strength and win a big victory!" ”

"Senior Brother Xu and Senior Brother Wang are also very ......"

The atmosphere trio clapped and applauded, expressing admiration and admiration. However, Zhao Zixin, who was gradually coming up, came back to his senses.

The nickname of snow is just an introduction, and the main topic of today is undoubtedly the master's poetry. Yongxue's poems, Xu Shouwen and Wang Lin have long been exhausted, but he alone has been talking endlessly so far, turning the school into a one-person performance stage.

Zhao Zixin, who was so high-spirited, was so ashamed that his ears were red.

He was amazed: "Master, the student has lost his temper. ”

Xu Fuzi was quite satisfied with his performance.

"It's good to have a desire to win. On the road to the imperial examination, hundreds of battles compete for the stream, and with the heart of victory, only then can we not fall upwards and advance bravely. After praising it, Xu Fuzi reminded again, "But you can't only have the heart to win, and you can't always win." ”

Zhao Zixin hurriedly responded: "The student understands. ”

Xu Fuzi knew that he didn't really understand.

- Only the heart of victory, the world is small, and the mind is narrow. Competing for victory all the time, it is too tiring for people to live for a lifetime.

In Xu Fuzi's view, Zhao Zixin is good in everything, but he is too competitive and competitive, Xu Shouwen is the opposite, he has no enterprising heart, but it is a pity that the personalities of these two cannot be reconciled.

mentioned Zhao Zixin, and Xu Fuzi got to the point.

He held the scroll in one hand and opened with a clear meaning: "What is poetry? It started from "Wind", "Ya", and "Song", and then changed into "Lisao", and then changed into five words, and there are also miscellaneous songs and lines, Shen and Song poems. There are quatrains, there are miscellaneous words, there are three, four, five, six, seven, and nine words. ”＊

“…… The ancient and modern poetry styles have changed several times, and the format and rhyme may be different, in the final analysis, but they are moved by the intention and sent by the feeling. Mountains and rivers, wind, frost, rain and snow can all be included in the poem. ”

A series of poems made little stars pop up in front of Meng Tong's eyes, but they understood what Xu Fuzi said.

In short, writing poetry is to express feelings in a certain form, and different poetry genres should conform to different formats and rhymes.

Xu Fuzi slowed down his speech, and talked about the mainstream five words, seven words, quatrains, rhythmic poems, and the plainness of the poems, and finally said: "...... In short, a seven-character poem is more difficult than a five-character poem, and a five-character quatrain is more difficult than a seven-character quatrain. ”＊

Considering that the disciples were all beginners, he did not go deeper, but just casually summarized and began to focus on the catchy and simple rhyme.

In his depictions, the world of poetry unfolds to Xie Shi. Heaven and earth, clouds and wind, morning fog and sunset, dawn moon and sunset, flowers and trees, green mountains and streams...... The scenes that can be seen everywhere on weekdays are endowed with a different kind of imagery.

If the repeated recitation of "Three", "Hundred" and "Thousand" only brought Xie Shi the boredom and boredom of reading, then the complex and romantic poetic imagery made him open the wings of his imagination.

His consciousness continued to fly, as if he had experienced the joy of wandering freely in the strange and infinite dreams of the past.

Nine days, five oceans, the bright moon, and Kunpeng!

Listening to the Master's poems is a pleasure for him. Xie Shi couldn't help but close his eyes, and the corners of his mouth quietly rose.

The little appearance of wholehearted devotion pleased Master Xu.

talked about common poetic imagery, Xu Fuzi is still ready to start with "snow", and today's heavy snow came just in time. Xu Fuzi took the opportunity to talk about an allusion to the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

"When the Jin Dynasty Taifu Xie An was talking about poetry with his sons and nephews, it coincided with a heavy snow day, and asked: 'What does the snow look like?' Speaking of this, he paused and named Xie Shi: "Today's heavy snow, I see you rejoicing, frolicking in the snow and getting carried away, you can tell me, what should this snow look like?" ”

always felt that the master was secretly poking and prodding him for taking the lead in playing in the snow and missing the afternoon school, Xie Shi secretly complained, and obediently got up to answer. He rolled his eyes, and his small appearance looked very clever: "The god of food made a mistake for a while, and salt was sprinkled in the sky?" He muttered again, "I don't know if the gods are salty or not?" ”

Xu Shouwen laughed instantly, he pointed at Xie Shi and said with a smile: "I don't know if the immortals are salty or not, but they must be idle for you." "I actually care about whether the gods eat too much salt, aren't they idle?

The two of them asked and answered, which was very interesting. When the other people in the hall heard this, they couldn't help but laugh and leaned back: "...... The little junior brother is really wonderful! Senior Brother Xu is also a wonderful person! ”

Xu Fuzi coughed lightly, and the hall returned to quiet: "The love between ancient and modern times is the same. Mrs. Xie's nephew replied, 'Spreading salt in the air can be imitated', but you think of a place with him. ”

Hey. Xie Shi raised his chin proudly and accepted the master's compliment. He felt that he was more thoughtful, how could the sky sprinkle salt casually? It must have been the god of food who accidentally overturned the car.

Unexpectedly, Xu Fuzi's words changed: "Yan Canglang said: Learn poetry first to get rid of the five customs." One is vulgar style, two is vulgar meaning, three is vulgar sentences, four is vulgar words, and five is vulgar rhyme. ”＊

"Mrs. Xie asked, and his niece said, 'If the catkins are raised by the wind.'" In contrast, the idea of sprinkling salt is inevitably out of the ordinary. Therefore, it is said that 'learning poetry first eliminates the five customs'. ”

Xu Fuzi's gaze swept over Xie Shi, who was listening carefully: "If you want to write good poems in the future, you must avoid shallow and vulgar language." ”

Simple allusions and sharp contrasts allow students to intuitively understand the difference between "vulgar" and "elegant". Especially Xie Shi, the smugness on his face turned into shock, and the shock turned into longing: "Mrs. Xie, this niece is so amazing!" ”

Unpretentious, he praised bluntly.

Poetry asks questions, and it's really not shallow! When it comes to the "other name" of snow, a simple change can make a big difference. He couldn't wait to learn more about poetry.

In the first snow of winter, Xie Shi initially established an aesthetic for poetry in his heart, and since then he has embarked on the road of learning poetry.

It was a new world of magnificence and fantasy.

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The life of memorizing, learning poetry, and practicing calligraphy has not passed for a few days, it is already the twentieth month of the lunar month, the New Year is approaching, and the school is also on vacation, Xie Shi finally ushered in a month-and-a-half-long holiday.

Despite the New Year's holiday, there is a lot of homework. Endorsement is still secondary, and the main task is to draw red and practice big characters. As Xie Shi's body grew, there was more and more schoolwork to practice calligraphy. Even if it's a holiday, there are ten big characters to be written every day.

It was freezing cold, and it was difficult to write big characters while holding a brush, but in a quarter of an hour, Xie Shi felt that all ten fingers were almost frozen.

He folded his hands to his lips, whirring hot air, looking at his fingers that were about to freeze into carrots, and his little face collapsed.

What is a new type of torture in winter?

Even the gloves that his two sisters sewed for him could not offset the pain of his fingers being frozen red. It's just that he is not proficient enough, if he wants to write the big characters well, every word is written very slowly, I don't know how long it will take to write ten big characters, and I am afraid that I can't ask for my fingers after writing!

After learning from the pain, Xie Shi made up his mind.

Falling asleep late at night, he went straight to the virtual study room that he had only used once: "-I want to practice calligraphy!" ”

The fat tanuki was surprised: the host was sexually changed?

Xie Shi has his plan: it is too painful to practice calligraphy in winter, so it is better to improve his proficiency in the virtual study room first. Practice for a few hours at night, and you'll be able to write quickly and well during the day!

Xie Shi's plan proved to be successful.

After practicing in the virtual study room, he was able to get into the state with a few strokes of the brush during the day the next day, and not only did he write well, but the time to complete ten large characters was shortened by half.

Xie Shi's favorability of the virtual study room has "rubbed" up. Spend all day in the virtual study room, with an average daily output of three credits.

Seeing this, the fat civet cat couldn't help but tease: [Who said that the overtime dog would not be added, and who swore that he would never study on his own? ] ］

Xiao Tuanzi looked east and west, but just ignored it.

- Hehe, the virtual study room is so good!