"The moon in the sea has tears in its pearls, and the sun in the blue field is warm and the jade produces smoke. This feeling can be recalled, but it was already at a loss..." Xiao Yu clicked his tongue and recited it silently several times in his heart. He felt that this poem had an intoxicating flavor.
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The whole poem has no background or narrative, but the feelings shown in the poem.
The more experienced people are, the more they will be immersed in the feelings of this poem. Rich experience represents endless memories, and people are all the same. Often when people get older, they like to reminisce about the past - deeply.
I regret that youth is fleeting, and I miss those beauties with green sleeves and beauties who have disappeared in the years.
How could it be that I feel endless regret when I recall it now, but at the time I was at a loss...
Is it the confusion of youth?
Or is it the coldness of time?
Xiao Yu unexpectedly fell silent, not caring that Wang Xue'an's point of view had been shattered by this poem, but his will was a little depressed.
His Majesty Li Er took a deep breath, pushed the memories away from his mind, and regained clarity.
Everyone noticed that Fang Jun was writing quickly again, and they were stunned for a moment, and then they all gathered together to watch.
Shockingly, it’s another poem!
Li Chengqian was so excited, he liked Fang Jun like this!
Didn’t you say that I can’t write it? Didn’t you say that I have no experience? Then I will write it for you!
His Royal Highness the Prince instantly transformed into a announcer and happily read out the poem on the rice paper.
"The tower boat of the Western Jin Dynasty went down to Yizhou, and the king of Jinling lost his spirit. Qianxun's iron lock sank to the bottom of the river, and a banner dropped out of the stone. The past has been forgotten several times in this life, and the mountain shape is still pillowed by the cold current. Today is the day when the world is home, so the fortress is rustling and the reeds are rustling.
Autumn……"
During the Western Jin Dynasty, the high-rise ships sailed east from Chengdu, and all the imperial aura of Jinling was gone. The Qianxun Iron Chain of Wu State was also burned and sank to the bottom of the river, and a white flag of surrender was hung on the top of Jinling City. There have been sad events of rise and fall in the world, but the mountains still pillow them.
There was no change due to the cold current. From then on, we lived in peace all over the world, so the fortress was depressed and overgrown with reeds, and the autumn wind rustled...
A picture of a family and country in danger, magnificent waves, and the rustling autumn wind suddenly appeared before our eyes!
We are all well-educated people here, so we naturally know the background of the poem.
In the first year of Taikang in the Western Jin Dynasty, Sima Yan, Emperor Wu of the Jin Dynasty, ordered Wang Jun to lead the Western Jin navy composed of tall warships "louchuan" to go down the river to attack Dongwu. Jinling in Yizhou was far away from each other.
To "receive", one side is overwhelmingly powerful, while the other side is frightened by the news. There is a great disparity between the strong and the weak, and they are making judgments. Sun Hao, the king of Soochow, relied on the natural dangers of the Yangtze River and placed iron cones hidden in the river, coupled with Qianxun iron chains.
Blocking the river across the river thought it was a foolproof plan, but Wang Jun used dozens of large rafts to wash away the iron cones and burned the iron chains with torches. As a result, he used drums and drums along the river to build three mountains and reach Jinling!
Who dares to say that Fang Jun is ignorant and has no skills?
How many people in this world can portray historical allusions so vividly into a generous tragic song?
Fang Jun intercepted this period of history and created this poem, but the meaning is the contemplation caused by history!
Doesn’t it mean that you can’t write works without experience?
We have never experienced the disintegration of our family and country, the ups and downs of our mountains and rivers, our home all over the world, and the desolation of our home base...
But you can write such a poem!
His Majesty Li Er looked at the words on the desk. He nodded slightly and ordered the chamberlain behind him: "Fram these two words and hang them in my bedroom."
His Majesty Li Er loved such a stunning seven-character poem and such a gorgeous and round font. He directly collected it without considering whether Fang Jun agreed or not...
Naturally, Fang Jun did not dare to say the word "no". On the contrary, he had to express that this was his supreme honor. There was no way, His Majesty Li Er's Tyrannosaurus Rex character was too domineering.
You can fight him, but when it's time to flatter him, you have to make him feel comfortable...
The chamberlain came forward and carefully removed the two words and put them aside. The ink was not dry yet and could not be rolled up. If it was accidentally stained, it would not lead to beheading, but a beating would be inevitable.
Wang Xue'an looked a little miserable, her body was trembling slightly, and she tried her best to think of some words of defense to defend this poem.
But in my heart I was horrified!
Fang Jun is young and has limited experience. How can he have such profound thoughts on things and depict them with such exquisite techniques?
Simply unbelievable!
Could it be that this person was born knowing that he cannot succeed?
Fang Jun smiled, patted Wang Xue'an on the shoulder with the hand that was not holding the pen, and said calmly: "Old sir, don't be anxious, please be patient."
Wang Xue'an looked angry and waved her arm to push Fang Jun's hand away.
In this society that pays great attention to superiority and inferiority and has strict hierarchies, no matter how high their status is, a junior like Fang Jun still has to respect a long-standing scholar like Wang Xue'an. Patting him on the shoulder like this is really too much.
frivolous.
If someone as rigid as Wei Zheng were here, I'm afraid they would reprimand Fang Jun...
Fang Junhun didn't care about Wang Xue'an's reaction.
He changed a piece of paper, took the brush, thought for a while, and said with a smile: "I heard that Mr. lived in seclusion in Yueyang and built a house in Dongting. Although I have never been there, I have always heard that it is a scenic place with mountains and rivers, and I yearn for it.
Today I dare to think about the magnificent Dongting Water and the majestic Yueyang Tower! If there is anything wrong, I hope the old gentleman will correct it."
After saying this, he ignored Wang Xue'an, who had his mouth wide open in surprise, and finished with a single swipe of his pen.
It was still Li Chengqian, who read excitedly: "I heard about Dongting water in the past, and now I go up to Yueyang Tower. Wu Chu is southeast of the river, and the world floats day and night. There are no relatives and friends, and the old and sick are alone in the boat. The soldiers and horses pass through the north of the mountain, and Pingxuan tears are flowing..."
Aren’t you living in seclusion in Yuezhou by the Dongting Lake? Then let’s write a poem about Yueyang Tower!
Du Fu, "Ascend the Yueyang Tower"!
The whole poem is a poem about "climbing Yueyang Tower", but it is not limited to writing about "Yueyang Tower" and "Dongting Water". It abandons the subtle description of the scenery in front of you, writes from the big picture, breathes out the heaven and earth, and is concerned about the safety of the country. It is tragic and desolate, and it makes people cry. Time
Looking back at the present and recalling the past, the space encompasses Wu and Chu, and Yueguan Mountain. It is as if the person described in the poem is facing the Dongting Water and climbing the Yueyang Tower, feeling deeply in his heart. The sorrow of his life and the worries of his country are vast and boundless, and they are integrated with the Dongting Water to form the Shenxiong.
Tragic, profound and profound artistic conception!
Wang Xue'an's face turned ashen!
Without experience, one cannot write corresponding works. So Fang Jun is still young and has experienced so many things. How can he be so "old" and "sick", drifting in Hunan, making a boat his home, with a bright future?
, not knowing where to stay, facing the vast ocean of Dongting Lake, what about the sad and depressed feeling of loneliness?
Even if Fang Jun is beaten to death, it is impossible for him to have such an experience!
But he just wrote it.
The magnificence of the country and the breadth of the mind are intertwined in the poem. Although it is sad, it is not depressed; although it is depressed, it is not depressing.
Wang Xue'an's whole body was trembling. He felt that Fang Jun's poem was satirizing him...
Shamelessly and falsely accusing others of plagiarism, if he persists in going his own way, his morals will be ruined, his reputation will be ruined, and his relatives and friends will leave him, leaving him alone, old and sick, with only a lone boat left, wandering around Dongting...
Fang Jun was fighting a bloody battle with the Turks outside Guanshan Mountain, and his warriors and horses shed blood. You, Wang Xue'an, could only stand by the lake and lean on the building to feel your own desolate situation. You regretted it and shed tears...
Wang Xue'an felt cold all over and fell into despair.
How could a poor boy write such a poem?
How could he reach such a state?
How could he have such a profound understanding of life?
Wang Xue'an is on the verge of collapse...
Xu Jingzong looked at Fang Jun, the jealousy in his heart was going crazy!
Where did this guy get these many classic poems? He definitely couldn't have written them himself! Well, we admit that you are very good, and you can make up for your lack of experience with your imagination. After all, whether it is feelings or feelings, it is
Maybe you heard it or learned it from a book.
But how can you, a person who has never been to Dongting Lake, dare to write about Dongting Lake?
Xu Jingzong's immediate reaction was that Fang Jun had already prepared and asked someone to write a few poems in advance, which he used to tide over the crisis.
He rolled his eyes, wanting to cause Fang Jun some trouble, but he held back.
It can be seen that the emperor and the prince are partial to Fang Jun. If he shows up, he may immediately make the emperor and the prince unhappy. It's okay for Wang Xue'an to come to question Fang Jun. After all, he is a commoner from Jiangnan, and the emperor also
There is no good way to control him. You, Xu Jingzong, are one of your own. What do you want to do?
Xu Jingzong's mind was spinning rapidly, he turned around slightly and kept blinking and winking at Xie Chengjie...