Qian Qian also got excited and said, "Tell me, what is something awesome you can show off in front of me?"
The old student was stunned for a moment, then returned to his normal state and said: "I am rich in knowledge, talented in the world, and can write a poem in seven steps..."
"Stop, stop! You are still writing a poem in seven steps. Do you think you are Cao Zhi?"
"Do you know Cao Zhi? So you have studied under him before?" Laosheng immediately became interested.
Qian Qian rolled his eyes and thought, this old guy is easier to deal with than Yun Yuanyi. He should be the kind of person who loves face but doesn't like to use his brain. If he knows that the student is more powerful than him, he will definitely hide it.
The face ran away.
Qianqian cleared her throat and said: "Of course, there is no literary giant like Cao Zhi, Ouyang Xiu, Li Bai, Du Fu, Liu Zongyuan, Bai Juyi, Zeng Gong, Tao Yuanming, Qi Baishi, etc. that I don't know about."
Qian Qian read out all the names that could be remembered from the middle school Chinese textbook.
The Master was really surprised. Some of these names had been heard before, while others were new to him. He raised his hands to Qianqian and said, "May I ask, Miss, who are Qi Baishi and Tao Yuanming?"
Qian Qian suddenly came back to her senses and didn't know what dynasty it was now or whether these literati had appeared in their history. Then she smiled and said: "It's nothing. They were just the janitors of our family who knew how to draw."
Two small paintings, two lines of poems, etc., I listened and listened to them, and I can understand a little bit."
The Master was surprised again, thinking that at such a young age, this young lady might not be able to recite their masterpieces one by one even if she could name them. She might have made up some of them on the fly.
Woolen cloth.
Then he calmed down and said: "Young lady may have heard the names of these people from the prince, but it does not mean that young lady has truly understood their knowledge. If young lady can recite one or two of them, I will obey you."
Qian Qian thought for a while, shook his head like an old man, and said: "Jian Jia is green, white dew is frost, the so-called love is on the side of the water..."
Seeing Lao Sheng's brows furrowed again, Qian Qian had to change a song and recite: "The tide of the Spring River reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon rises with the tide on the sea, and follows the waves for thousands of miles. Where is the Spring River without the moonlight?"
The old student exclaimed: "It is indeed a good poem! Which celebrity's masterpiece is this?"
Qian Qian thought to herself that Zhang Ruoxu had probably not appeared in this era, so she patted her chest and said, "This is my lady's masterpiece!"
The old student looked at Qian Qian blankly for a long time, looking extremely suspicious. Qian Qian had already expected it, so he said, "If you don't believe it, then I'll memorize a few more songs that you haven't heard before."
After thinking about it, he said: "The moon is setting, crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, Jiang Feng is fishing and fire is facing Chou Mian, Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell is ringing for the passenger ship."
The old master said: "This is Zhang Ji's Fengqiao Night Mooring!" Although he obviously felt that this young lady's words were confusing and some were true or false, but seeing that she could recite so many poems, he secretly admired her from the bottom of his heart.