After a while, Su Changfeng, who had finished chanting, asked: "What do you think of these sentences, Mr. Zhu?"
"It's... not bad, the flat and oblique rhymes quite well."
"It's not a matter of rhyming between oblique and oblique." Su Changfeng shook his head and corrected, feeling a desire for expression in his heart. "The amazing thing about this poem is that the rhetoric is gorgeous but not impetuous. It changes the flashy style of writing in today's academies, and the sentences are read freshly.
It is full of energy and really refreshing, especially since there are some amazing sentences in it from time to time.”
"Um, really..." Zhu Yourong whispered.
"Yes." Mr. Su couldn't help but pick up his old school lectures again, "And the most exquisite thing is his vivid description of the goddess who left the ground in the article. It has a grand but not annoying, beautiful
Without a sense of surprise, the description of this Li Shen is clearly written in words, but it makes others read it like looking at a wonderful painting."
"..."
Su Changfeng sighed, then raised his eyes and stared at the woman Ru Lan who was facing him as if listening, and said seriously:
"Although we have never seen this Li Shen, and we don't even know if he invented it, but when we read it, it is really flesh and blood. Isn't this a hundred times more vivid than the beautiful painting that Brother Duan admired... This person seems to be just like that
In front of me, she is graceful and graceful... Not only does she have the appearance of a fish and a wild goose, but she also has the freshness and nobility of a hibiscus emerging from clear water, naturally removing the ornaments, and..."
Although her heart almost jumped into her throat at this moment, she couldn't help but chase after: "And what?"
Su Changfeng glanced at Zhu Yourong, and then turned to look out the window as well, praising: "And this 'Li Shen''s sincerity and purity of love are so beautiful that... after she left, she left
When the heart stays, the feelings are endless. For the protagonist in the poem, the beautiful figure of the Li Shen and the scene when they met each other are vivid in his mind, making him romantic but bitter, and his mind is restless, making him wander back and forth between Luoshui and Luoshui.
Can’t bear to leave…”
"Really..." Zhu Yourong lowered his eyes,
Later, Mr. Su, who taught poetry and poetry at Sushuixingtang, analyzed it carefully. The colleagues who were watching the circulation also sighed and agreed. However, a certain female gentleman by the window was no longer thinking about it.
"It turns out that that day I hurried down the mountain to Dali to rescue you...you remembered everything in your heart."
"It turns out that that day at Huangling Waterfall I turned around in despair, and you already understood what I meant."
"It turns out not long ago that you said you would no longer come for tea, but you retained your position as a teaching assistant... It was a restrained and subtle hint."
In the lobby where "Li Shen Fu" was chanted, Zhu Yourong was stunned.
"It turns out that when we are together, you are just as happy as I am; but when you turn to leave, you are sad to leave... It turns out that you just dare not draw me, but in fact, my figure is so beautiful in your eyes.
Beautiful...it turns out you have been pretending to be stupid...pretending not to like me."
On this day, near noon, there was a female gentleman whose heart was pounding and suddenly happy.
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"No more writing allowed? Why?"
In the gentle autumn wind, Zhao Rong asked questions while wandering around the lake.
"no reason."
The female gentleman who was hugging the book and moving forward suddenly turned around, curled up the book, reached out and tapped Zhao Rong's elm head with it, the knock was very light, but there was a bit of anger in the action of 'hating iron that cannot be transformed into steel', "
I’m just not allowed to write anymore.”
Seeing the surprised look on Zhao Rong's face, Zhu Yourong's suspicions were confirmed once again. Zhu Yourong was somewhat satisfied and secretly happy. Then, she added with a serious expression: "Unless."
"Unless what?" Zhao Rong asked curiously without noticing the misunderstanding.
Zhu Yourong glanced at him, looked sideways at the bouquets of flowers on the roadside, and whispered: "Unless you leave the academy next year..."
"After leaving the school..." Zhao Rong frowned and murmured, and then he said seriously to Zhu Yourong, who had a reddish face: "Why can't you write when you are a student?"
"What do you think?" Zhu Yourong glared and was slightly angry.
"What do you want me to say? It's just a piece of poetry, not to mention that it was really inspired by my feelings. Isn't this type of poetry not suitable for gentlemen to read?" Zhao Rong looked puzzled.
"You still said that!" Zhu Yourong couldn't help but hit this stupid bastard on the head.
Zhao Rong shrank back, but without any surprise, he did not avoid the chestnut of a half-step Nascent Soul female gentleman. He scratched his head and asked persistently:
"But the title of this poetry and poetry assessment is clearly 'Being passionate but ending with etiquette'. Why shouldn't I write like this?"
Someone's tone was still confident and confident, and Zhu Yourong couldn't help but look at his serious expression a few more times:
Pretending to be quite presentable... Alas, men are always like this, old ones are like this, and young ones are like this too. Is face so important? You pretend to be serious every day... It's really... When you die, your whole body will be soft.
, just have a tough mouth...
He was angry and funny in his heart, but Zhu Yourong didn't show anything on his face.
She looked at Zhao Rong seriously for a while with her willow eyes. At a certain moment, she nodded, and then said "very considerately":
"Oh, it happened that I read some of this "Li Shen Fu" at the Jingchen Hall. So, so you really met a goddess in Dali that you miss deeply?"
"That's right. But, actually, there's a bit of artistic processing involved..." Zhao Rong spread his hands and said.
"Oh, really." Zhu Yourong turned her back and continued to move forward with the book in her arms. Zhao Rong could not see her expression.
He stood there with his head lowered in thought for a while, then suddenly raised his head, swung his book bag on his shoulder, and quickly followed. When the two were almost walking side by side, Zhao Rong suddenly said: "I won't write this kind of article next time."
Endowed."
"oh."
"Before becoming a scholar." Zhao Rong added.
"That's good."
"The influence of this poem is indeed beyond my imagination. It is really not good to write this when I am a student." He nodded in approval.
"Um."
Zhao Rong couldn't help but sigh:
"Hey, am I too pushy like this? I'm trying to put down the fellow scholars. This is not good. It's too high-profile... I have learned a lot these days that a tree that is as beautiful as a tree will be destroyed by the wind.
In other words, when you do something at any time, if you exceed half a step, you are a genius. If you exceed one step, you are a monster and will be beaten to death with a stick..."
Zhu Yourong glanced at the man beside her. The latter's serious expression and excuses showed that it took her thirty years of hard work to hold back her laughter, so she nodded seriously:
"Uh-huh." Just say yes.
"Well, thank you for reminding me." Zhao Rong turned to look at her and said sincerely.
"You're welcome."
Zhao Rong insisted: "I want to thank you not only for this reminder, but also for the batch of well water last time... last time."
Zhu Yourong's thin eyebrows raised slightly, but then fell quickly, deliberately showing a puzzled expression, turning around and asking: "What well water?"
"It's... from Lao Jijiu's place." Someone said with some embarrassment.
"What is the old sacrificial wine? What is the last time? I don't understand what you are talking about." Zhu Yourong raised his chin and looked forward.
"It's the batch of Zhengguan Well water that Lao Jijiu gave me. Didn't you give it to him..."
"What are you talking about? I am a calligrapher on the edge of the academy, how can I get so much Zhengguan well water?" Zhu Yourong imitated Zhao Rong just now and said to him seriously: "Not to mention...give it to me for free.
You, why should I beat around the bush and give it to you for nothing? Hasn’t the agreement between us been cancelled? Don’t be so sentimental."
"I……"
"What are you talking about?" She tapped her chin with a slender index finger and suddenly turned her head, "Or... do you want to have sex for free?"
"..." Zhao Rong.
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