Chapter 610 Written for you!
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Gong Zi Xu
Chapter 610 Written for you!
"The bright moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade is full of smoke. This feeling can be regarded as a memory, but at that time, I was at a loss..." Xiao Yu clicked his lips and recited it silently several times in his heart, feeling more and more addicted to this poem .
The whole poem has no background, no 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 experiences represent endless memories, and people are all the same. Often, when people get old, they like to think about the past more - regretting that youth is perishable, and missing those beautiful women with green sleeves, gold and iron horses that have disappeared in the years, Give advice!
How can I feel endless regret when I recall the present, but at that time I didn't know...
Is it the bewilderment of youth?
Or is it the cruelty of time?
Xiao Yu fell silent unexpectedly, not thinking that Wang Xuean's point of view had been shattered by this poem, but her will was a little depressed.
His Majesty Li Er took a deep breath, drove the memories out of his mind, and regained his clarity.
Everyone noticed that Fang Jun was scribbling and writing again, and they were stunned for a moment, and they all gathered together to watch.
It's another poem!
Li Chengqian was so excited, he just likes Fang Jun!
Didn't you say I couldn't write it?Didn't it mean that I have no experience?Then I will write it to you!
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince turned into an announcer in an instant, and happily read the poem on the rice paper.
"The boat from the building of the Western Jin Dynasty went down to Yizhou, and the spirit of the King of Jinling was lost. Qianxun's iron lock sank to the bottom of the river, and stones came out from the streamers. The past has been hurt several times in the world, and the mountain shape is still in the cold current. Today is the day when the world is home, and the old base is Xiaoxiao. Autumn……"
In the Western Jin Dynasty, the buildings and boats came down from Chengdu to the east, and the auspicious spirit of the Jinling emperors was all sadly withdrawn.The iron chain of Qianxun in Wu State was also burned to the bottom of the river, and a white flag of surrender was hung over the city of Jinling.There are several sad events of rise and fall in the world, but the high mountain is still under the cold current and has not changed.Since then, the world has lived a peaceful life for the family, and the old base is full of reeds and grass, and the autumn wind is rustling...
A picture scroll of family and country in peril, magnificent waves, and rustling autumn wind suddenly jumped out in front of my eyes!
All of you here are well-educated people, so they naturally know the background of the poem.
In the first year of Taikang in the Western Jin Dynasty, Emperor Wu of Jin Dynasty Sima Yan ordered Wang Jun to lead the Western Jin water army composed of tall warships "louchuan" to go down the river to crusade against Soochow.Jinling in Yizhou is far away from each other, and once "down" means "receiving", one side is as powerful as a broken bamboo, while the other side is frightened by the news, the strength is very different, and the judgment is determined.Sun Hao, the subjugated king of Soochow, took advantage of the natural dangers of the Yangtze River, placed iron cones in the middle of the river, and then locked the river with Qianxun iron chains. Cone, burn down the iron chain with a torch, and as a result, drums are blown along the current, and three mountains are built in a straight line, and they go straight to Jinling!
Who dares to say that Fang Jun's learning is inexperienced, ignorant and incompetent?
How many people in this world can portray historical allusions so vividly into a generous elegy!
Fang Jun intercepted this period of history and created this poem, the implication is the meditation caused by history!
Doesn’t it mean that without experience, you can’t write works?
We have never experienced family and country being broken, we have never experienced mountains and rivers being precarious, we have never experienced the world as our home, and we have never experienced the collapse of our old fortress...
But it is possible to write such a poem!
His Majesty Li Er looked at the words on the desk, nodded slightly, and ordered the servant behind him: "Frame these two words and hang them in my bedroom."
His Majesty Li Er loved such an astonishingly talented seven-character verse and such a pair of gorgeous and round fonts. He didn't even consider whether Fang Jun agreed or not, so he directly collected it...
Naturally, Fang Jun didn't dare to say "no". On the contrary, he had to say that this was his greatest glory.There is no way, the character of His Majesty Li Er's Tyrannosaurus Rex is too domineering. You can fight against him when you have reason, but when it's time to flatter you, you have to make him feel comfortable...
The servant stepped forward, carefully removed the two words and put them aside.The ink is not dry yet, so it cannot be rolled up. If it is accidentally smudged, the head will not be cut off, and the board will probably be unavoidable.
Wang Xuean's face was a little miserable, her body trembled slightly, and she tried her best to turn her mind, trying to find some excuses to refute the poem.
But in my heart I was horrified!
Fang Jun is young and has limited experience. How can he think deeply about things and portray them in such a delicate way?
Simply incredible!
Could it be that this person was born knowing it?
But Fang Jun smiled, patted Wang Xuean's shoulder with his hand that was not holding a pen, and said calmly: "Old man, don't worry, stay safe and don't be impatient."
Wang Xuean looked angry, and pushed Fang Jun's hand away with a wave of his arm.
In this society that pays great attention to superiority and inferiority, and has a strict hierarchy, it is too much to pat each other on the shoulder like Fang Jun, no matter how high his status is. frivolous.
If someone as rigid as Wei Zheng is here, I'm afraid they will reprimand Fang Jun...
Fang Junhun didn't care about Wang Xuean's reaction.
Changed a piece of paper, took a brush, thought for a while, smiled and said: "I heard that Mr. lives in Yueyang in seclusion and builds a cave in the Dongting. Although the younger generation has never been there, I have always heard that it is a place with beautiful mountains and rivers. I yearn for it very much. Today, I dare to imagine the magnificent Dongting water and the majestic Yueyang Tower! If there is anything wrong, I hope the old man will correct it."
After saying that, ignoring Wang Xuean, who opened his mouth wide in surprise, he brushed his pen away like a dragon and a snake, and finished it with one stroke.
It was still Li Chengqian, who read excitedly: "I used to hear about the water in Dongting, but now I go to Yueyang Tower. In the southeast of Wu and Chu, the universe floats day and night. There is no word for relatives and friends, and there is a lonely boat for old and sick. The army and horse pass to the north of the mountain, with the stream of tears..."
Don't you live in Yuezhou by the Dongting Lake?Then let's write a poem about Yueyang Tower!
Du Fu, "Climbing Yueyang Tower"!
The whole poem is "climbing Yueyang Tower", but it is not limited to writing "Yueyang Tower" and "Dongting Water".Abandoning the subtle depiction of the foreground objects, writing from the big picture, breathing in the world, caring about the safety of the country, it is tragic and desolate, which makes people cry.In terms of time, we trace the present and recall the past, and in terms of space, we include Wu Chu and Yueguan Mountain.Just like the person described in the poem, facing the Dongting Water and climbing the Yueyang Tower, he feels his heart. The sorrow of his life and the worries of the country are vast and vast, which are seamlessly integrated with the potential of the Dongting Water, forming a solemn and profound artistic conception of Shen Xiong!
Wang Xuean's face was ashen!
If you don’t have experience, you can’t write corresponding works. Then Fang Jun is not at the age of weak crown, how many things can he experience? , I don’t know where to settle down, facing the vast ocean of Dongting Lake, what about the sad and gloomy sense of loneliness?
It is impossible to have such an experience if Fang Jun is killed!
But he just wrote it out.
The magnificence of the country and the broad mind are the exterior and interior of each other in the poem.Although sad, but not depressed; although depressed, but not depressed.
Wang Xuean was trembling all over, but he felt that Fang Jun's poem was satirizing him...
Brazenly framing others for plagiarism, if he insists on going his own way, his morals will be ruined, his reputation will be ruined, his relatives and friends will all leave him, and he will be left alone, old and sick, and a lonely boat, wandering in Dongting...
Fang Jun fought bloody battles with the Turks outside the Guanshan Mountain, gold and iron horses swayed blood, you, Wang Xuean, can only look at the lake and stand on the building to feel the desolation of yourself, regretting the past, tears and tears...
Wang Xuean felt cold all over and fell into despair.
How could a child with a yellow mouth write such a poem?
How could he reach such a state?
How could he have such a profound understanding of life?
Wang Xuean is on the verge of collapse...
Xu Jingzong looked at Fang Jun, and the jealousy in his heart was about to go crazy!
Where did this kid get so many such classic lines?Definitely not written by him himself!Well, let’s admit that you are very good, and you can make up for your lack of experience with imagination. After all, whether it’s feelings or feelings, it’s possible to hear about it or learn it from books.
But you who have never been to Dongting Lake, how dare you write about Dongting Lake?
Xu Jingzong's immediate reaction was that Fang Jun had prepared a long time ago, and asked someone to write a few poems in advance, and used them to tide over the crisis at this time.
He rolled his eyes, wanting to trouble Fang Jun, but held back.
It could be seen that both the emperor and the crown prince favored Fang Jun. If he came out, he would immediately offend the emperor and the crown prince.It's all right for Wang Xuean to come to question Fang Jun, after all, he is a commoner from the south of the Yangtze River, and the emperor has no good way to control him. You Xu Jingzong is one of his own, what do you want to do?
Xu Jingzong's mind turned quickly, he turned around slightly, and kept blinking and winking at Xie Chengjie...
(End of this chapter)
"The bright moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade is full of smoke. This feeling can be regarded as a memory, but at that time, I was at a loss..." Xiao Yu clicked his lips and recited it silently several times in his heart, feeling more and more addicted to this poem .
The whole poem has no background, no 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 experiences represent endless memories, and people are all the same. Often, when people get old, they like to think about the past more - regretting that youth is perishable, and missing those beautiful women with green sleeves, gold and iron horses that have disappeared in the years, Give advice!
How can I feel endless regret when I recall the present, but at that time I didn't know...
Is it the bewilderment of youth?
Or is it the cruelty of time?
Xiao Yu fell silent unexpectedly, not thinking that Wang Xuean's point of view had been shattered by this poem, but her will was a little depressed.
His Majesty Li Er took a deep breath, drove the memories out of his mind, and regained his clarity.
Everyone noticed that Fang Jun was scribbling and writing again, and they were stunned for a moment, and they all gathered together to watch.
It's another poem!
Li Chengqian was so excited, he just likes Fang Jun!
Didn't you say I couldn't write it?Didn't it mean that I have no experience?Then I will write it to you!
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince turned into an announcer in an instant, and happily read the poem on the rice paper.
"The boat from the building of the Western Jin Dynasty went down to Yizhou, and the spirit of the King of Jinling was lost. Qianxun's iron lock sank to the bottom of the river, and stones came out from the streamers. The past has been hurt several times in the world, and the mountain shape is still in the cold current. Today is the day when the world is home, and the old base is Xiaoxiao. Autumn……"
In the Western Jin Dynasty, the buildings and boats came down from Chengdu to the east, and the auspicious spirit of the Jinling emperors was all sadly withdrawn.The iron chain of Qianxun in Wu State was also burned to the bottom of the river, and a white flag of surrender was hung over the city of Jinling.There are several sad events of rise and fall in the world, but the high mountain is still under the cold current and has not changed.Since then, the world has lived a peaceful life for the family, and the old base is full of reeds and grass, and the autumn wind is rustling...
A picture scroll of family and country in peril, magnificent waves, and rustling autumn wind suddenly jumped out in front of my eyes!
All of you here are well-educated people, so they naturally know the background of the poem.
In the first year of Taikang in the Western Jin Dynasty, Emperor Wu of Jin Dynasty Sima Yan ordered Wang Jun to lead the Western Jin water army composed of tall warships "louchuan" to go down the river to crusade against Soochow.Jinling in Yizhou is far away from each other, and once "down" means "receiving", one side is as powerful as a broken bamboo, while the other side is frightened by the news, the strength is very different, and the judgment is determined.Sun Hao, the subjugated king of Soochow, took advantage of the natural dangers of the Yangtze River, placed iron cones in the middle of the river, and then locked the river with Qianxun iron chains. Cone, burn down the iron chain with a torch, and as a result, drums are blown along the current, and three mountains are built in a straight line, and they go straight to Jinling!
Who dares to say that Fang Jun's learning is inexperienced, ignorant and incompetent?
How many people in this world can portray historical allusions so vividly into a generous elegy!
Fang Jun intercepted this period of history and created this poem, the implication is the meditation caused by history!
Doesn’t it mean that without experience, you can’t write works?
We have never experienced family and country being broken, we have never experienced mountains and rivers being precarious, we have never experienced the world as our home, and we have never experienced the collapse of our old fortress...
But it is possible to write such a poem!
His Majesty Li Er looked at the words on the desk, nodded slightly, and ordered the servant behind him: "Frame these two words and hang them in my bedroom."
His Majesty Li Er loved such an astonishingly talented seven-character verse and such a pair of gorgeous and round fonts. He didn't even consider whether Fang Jun agreed or not, so he directly collected it...
Naturally, Fang Jun didn't dare to say "no". On the contrary, he had to say that this was his greatest glory.There is no way, the character of His Majesty Li Er's Tyrannosaurus Rex is too domineering. You can fight against him when you have reason, but when it's time to flatter you, you have to make him feel comfortable...
The servant stepped forward, carefully removed the two words and put them aside.The ink is not dry yet, so it cannot be rolled up. If it is accidentally smudged, the head will not be cut off, and the board will probably be unavoidable.
Wang Xuean's face was a little miserable, her body trembled slightly, and she tried her best to turn her mind, trying to find some excuses to refute the poem.
But in my heart I was horrified!
Fang Jun is young and has limited experience. How can he think deeply about things and portray them in such a delicate way?
Simply incredible!
Could it be that this person was born knowing it?
But Fang Jun smiled, patted Wang Xuean's shoulder with his hand that was not holding a pen, and said calmly: "Old man, don't worry, stay safe and don't be impatient."
Wang Xuean looked angry, and pushed Fang Jun's hand away with a wave of his arm.
In this society that pays great attention to superiority and inferiority, and has a strict hierarchy, it is too much to pat each other on the shoulder like Fang Jun, no matter how high his status is. frivolous.
If someone as rigid as Wei Zheng is here, I'm afraid they will reprimand Fang Jun...
Fang Junhun didn't care about Wang Xuean's reaction.
Changed a piece of paper, took a brush, thought for a while, smiled and said: "I heard that Mr. lives in Yueyang in seclusion and builds a cave in the Dongting. Although the younger generation has never been there, I have always heard that it is a place with beautiful mountains and rivers. I yearn for it very much. Today, I dare to imagine the magnificent Dongting water and the majestic Yueyang Tower! If there is anything wrong, I hope the old man will correct it."
After saying that, ignoring Wang Xuean, who opened his mouth wide in surprise, he brushed his pen away like a dragon and a snake, and finished it with one stroke.
It was still Li Chengqian, who read excitedly: "I used to hear about the water in Dongting, but now I go to Yueyang Tower. In the southeast of Wu and Chu, the universe floats day and night. There is no word for relatives and friends, and there is a lonely boat for old and sick. The army and horse pass to the north of the mountain, with the stream of tears..."
Don't you live in Yuezhou by the Dongting Lake?Then let's write a poem about Yueyang Tower!
Du Fu, "Climbing Yueyang Tower"!
The whole poem is "climbing Yueyang Tower", but it is not limited to writing "Yueyang Tower" and "Dongting Water".Abandoning the subtle depiction of the foreground objects, writing from the big picture, breathing in the world, caring about the safety of the country, it is tragic and desolate, which makes people cry.In terms of time, we trace the present and recall the past, and in terms of space, we include Wu Chu and Yueguan Mountain.Just like the person described in the poem, facing the Dongting Water and climbing the Yueyang Tower, he feels his heart. The sorrow of his life and the worries of the country are vast and vast, which are seamlessly integrated with the potential of the Dongting Water, forming a solemn and profound artistic conception of Shen Xiong!
Wang Xuean's face was ashen!
If you don’t have experience, you can’t write corresponding works. Then Fang Jun is not at the age of weak crown, how many things can he experience? , I don’t know where to settle down, facing the vast ocean of Dongting Lake, what about the sad and gloomy sense of loneliness?
It is impossible to have such an experience if Fang Jun is killed!
But he just wrote it out.
The magnificence of the country and the broad mind are the exterior and interior of each other in the poem.Although sad, but not depressed; although depressed, but not depressed.
Wang Xuean was trembling all over, but he felt that Fang Jun's poem was satirizing him...
Brazenly framing others for plagiarism, if he insists on going his own way, his morals will be ruined, his reputation will be ruined, his relatives and friends will all leave him, and he will be left alone, old and sick, and a lonely boat, wandering in Dongting...
Fang Jun fought bloody battles with the Turks outside the Guanshan Mountain, gold and iron horses swayed blood, you, Wang Xuean, can only look at the lake and stand on the building to feel the desolation of yourself, regretting the past, tears and tears...
Wang Xuean felt cold all over and fell into despair.
How could a child with a yellow mouth write such a poem?
How could he reach such a state?
How could he have such a profound understanding of life?
Wang Xuean is on the verge of collapse...
Xu Jingzong looked at Fang Jun, and the jealousy in his heart was about to go crazy!
Where did this kid get so many such classic lines?Definitely not written by him himself!Well, let’s admit that you are very good, and you can make up for your lack of experience with imagination. After all, whether it’s feelings or feelings, it’s possible to hear about it or learn it from books.
But you who have never been to Dongting Lake, how dare you write about Dongting Lake?
Xu Jingzong's immediate reaction was that Fang Jun had prepared a long time ago, and asked someone to write a few poems in advance, and used them to tide over the crisis at this time.
He rolled his eyes, wanting to trouble Fang Jun, but held back.
It could be seen that both the emperor and the crown prince favored Fang Jun. If he came out, he would immediately offend the emperor and the crown prince.It's all right for Wang Xuean to come to question Fang Jun, after all, he is a commoner from the south of the Yangtze River, and the emperor has no good way to control him. You Xu Jingzong is one of his own, what do you want to do?
Xu Jingzong's mind turned quickly, he turned around slightly, and kept blinking and winking at Xie Chengjie...
(End of this chapter)
