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Mafu.

As the home of the richest man in Weicheng.

Like other merchant families, once they have money, the first thing they do is to set up their own private school for their children to study.

Mafu is no exception.

It's just that other families have a large population, and in private schools, there are often babbling young children, or some teenagers studying, but the population of Mafu is thin, and it is passed down for several generations, and there is only one grandchild.

Therefore, although the entire private school is large, there are only two people, Yang Chen and Ma Wencai.

Around the private school, there are some withered weeping willows, under the weeping willows are a number of chairs, in front of the seat is a pool of clear water, whenever you are tired of reading, you can come to the willow tree, sit on the chair, look at the clear water, face the breeze, take a good rest, refreshed.

"Master, let's learn poetry, shall we?"

"You also taught me to learn poetry, and when I learned it, I could be like Master, and I could write good poems one by one, and when the time comes, I will also participate in various poetry meetings and become a great famous poet. ”

Yang Chen said with a smile, "The wood of the hug is born in the end of the millimeter, the nine-story platform starts from the soil, the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and the high-rise buildings are also from the ground, if you want to compose poems, you can also do it, I want to see how your level and foundation are?"

Ma Wencai said excitedly, "Master, although I don't have Master's talent, I have also learned to compose poetry, so you can ask the question and see how I do?"

Yang Chen looked around the private school, and saw a landscape painting hanging on the wall of the private school, this painting is very good, there are mountains and rivers, as well as flowers, birds, insects and fish.

Finger at the painting.

"You can write a random poem about this painting and let me see how good you are?"

Marven was stunned.

"Master, you mean, let me make a poem with a painting as the theme, but how to do such a poem?"

Yang Chen smiled and said nothing, "Think about it, I believe you can do it." ”

Long!

Ma Wencai's face finally turned red, and there was still no ink on the snow-white paper.

Finally, I was a little at a loss.

"Master, I have learned to compose poetry, but I have never really written poetry when I have grown up so much, and my grandfather also said that composing poetry is all based on a flash of inspiration, and I have no inspiration now, and I really can't do it. ”

Yang Chen smiled, "So, you can't do it?"

Marven lowered his head, "I really can't do it!"

"Can't do it?"

Marven gritted his teeth a little, whether it was good not to be so shocking.

"I really can't do it!"

Yang Chen picked up the pen and wrote a poem.

From afar, the mountains are colored, and the water is silent.

The flowers are still in spring, and the birds are not surprised.

A small poem, put pen to paper.

A wisp of literary aura swirled from the poem, and the aura was faint, and with this poem, the painting seemed to come to life, but Yang Chen's Shinto seed moved slightly, and the white jade willow branches swayed, absorbing this wisp of literary qi.

Marven was stunned when he saw it.

This poem is written too simply.

If I had just figured it out, I would have been able to write such a simple poem.

In his opinion.

This poem is nothing at all, just a blank sketch, and the content of the painting is written in sentences.

"Master, why don't you change the subject, maybe I will immediately have the inspiration to write a poem?"

Ma Wencai felt that he couldn't write it, like Yang Chen, who was full of philosophical interest and even lofty poems, but poems like "Painting", as long as he pondered a little, he could still make them.

Master must not be allowed to despise him again.

At this time, Ma Wencai was full of confidence again.

"It's good!"

Yang Chen pointed to a painting on the wall again, this painting depicts a crescent moon hanging like a silver hook on a towering mountain, and under the mountain is a vast desert, the vast desert is like a layer of frost and snow under the reflection of the moon, and in this desert, there is a tall horse with a very divine horse, raising its head and raising its hooves to the sky and roaring.

"Then you can use the horse in the painting and compose a poem, let me see how good you are?"

Marven responded, "Okay!"

I got up and walked over to the picture and stared at it.

A picture that is usually very familiar.

However, no matter what happened at this time, Marven couldn't think of a suitable poem to describe the painting.

Can't help but scratch your head.

What can I do now?

Something that seems simple, why is it so difficult to do?

Still can't do it!

Marven really wants to find a crack in the ground to get into!

However, in the end, I mustered up the courage, "Master, students can't do it, and I ask Master to teach me to compose poems!"

Seeing Marven, he went to be arrogant.

Yang Chen wrote at this time.

The desert sand is like snow, and the moon is like a hook.

What a golden brain, hurry up and step on the autumn!

When writing the poem, Yang Chen had already mobilized the white jade branches and absorbed the literary atmosphere emanating from the poem.

It's another song!

Ma Wencai's face turned white.

There is indeed a gap between people and people.

It's just that this gap is not too big.

Compared with himself, he is like a wine bag and rice bag.

At this moment, Marven has the heart to die.

It's really more than goods, and people are more dead than people.

Finish writing the poem.

Yang Chen put down his pen.

"Actually, it's not difficult to write poetry, and you don't have to be inspired to write poetry. ”

Ma Wencai said, "Master, you are rich and talented, of course you think it is not difficult to write poetry, but does it really not need inspiration to write poetry, how can you write good poems without inspiration?"

Yang Chen said, "As the saying goes, if you are familiar with 300 Tang poems, you will not be able to chant poems, as long as you recite the poems made by your predecessors every day, you will slowly compose poems!"

Tang poetry?

What is this?

Ma Wencai said he didn't understand.

But he didn't ask.

When I asked, I seemed lonely again.

I just need to remember it quietly, and then ask the old man.

If you are familiar with poetry, can you really compose poetry?

Marven was skeptical.

However, he decided to give it a try, collect the poems of the major poets of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and recite them every day to see if he could make a good poem.

"In addition to familiarizing yourself with other people's poems, you should also pay attention to the learning of some skills, such as rhyme!"

This is because poetry originates from emotions and is used for recitation, and when it is recited, it must have a tune, and the folk songs in the Book of Poetry are like this, which is the case with the melody and frustration, hitting the emotional point, rhyming the foot, and repeating the whirlwind, which helps to express the emotion and can better infect the listener. ”

"So if you want to learn to compose poetry, you have to learn to rhyme, I used to write a booklet on how to rhyme, called Phonological Enlightenment, you can recite it with me, and when you are familiar with this Vocal Rhythm Enlightenment, I will formally teach you to compose poetry. ”

Marven nodded.

"Okay, then let's start, I'll memorize a sentence, you can memorize a sentence, if you can't remember it, you can write it down and recite it yourself!"

"Yes, Master, the student's brain is very good!"

"I'll definitely remember it!"

"Okay, let's start with the first volume. ”

"Clouds to rain, snow to wind, evening to clear sky. “

"Clouds to rain, snow to wind, evening to clear sky. “

"Laihong is against the swallow, and the bird is against the songworm. “

"Laihong is against the swallow, and the bird is against the songworm. “

"Three-foot sword, six-jun bow, Lingbei to Jiangdong. “

"Three-foot sword, six-jun bow, Lingbei to Jiangdong. “

"The summer palace in the world, the Guanghan Palace in the sky. “

"The summer palace in the world, the Guanghan Palace in the sky. “

"The shore is full of smoke and willow green, and the spring rain is full of apricot blossoms. “

"The shore is full of smoke and willow green, and the spring rain is full of apricot blossoms. “

Yang Chen recited a sentence, and Marven followed along.

The sound of reading came from the private school.

And Ma Lao, who didn't know when he came to the private school and listened to Yang Chen's teaching, was shocked.

"What is this? How come I've never heard of it?"

"Tell me, bring me a pen and paper, and write it down for me! I will ponder it carefully and study it carefully. ”

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