Chapter 610 is written for you!
"The moon in the sea sheds tears, 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. .
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 everyone is the same. Often when people get older, they like to reminisce about the past - deeply regretting that youth is fleeting, and missing those beautiful women with green sleeves and golden horses who have disappeared in the years. Guidance to the country!
How can it be that I feel endless regret when I recall it today, 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 his clarity of mind.
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 I can't write it? Doesn’t it mean that I have no experience? Then I will write it to you!
His Royal Highness 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 large ships sailed eastward from Chengdu, and all the auspiciousness of the Jinling emperors was gone. Wu Guoqianxun's iron chain was also burned to the bottom of the river, and a white flag of surrender was hung at the top of Jinling City. There are several sad events of rise and fall in the human world, but the mountains remain unchanged despite the cold current. From then on, the family all over the world lived a peaceful life, and the fortress was in depression and overgrown with reeds, and the autumn wind rustled...
A picture of a family and country in danger, magnificent waves, and rustling autumn winds 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, Emperor Wu of the Jin Dynasty, Sima Yan, ordered Wang Jun to lead the Western Jin navy composed of tall warships "louchuan" to go down the river to attack Dongwu. Yizhou and Jinling are far apart from each other. One "down" means "acceptance". One side is unstoppable, while the other side is frightened by the news. There is a great disparity between the strong and the weak, and judgments are made. Sun Hao, the conquered king of Soochow, relied on the natural danger of the Yangtze River and placed an iron cone in the river, and locked the river with Qianxun iron chains. He thought it was a foolproof plan. Unexpectedly, Wang Jun used dozens of large rafts to wash away the iron cone. He used a torch to burn the iron chain, and then he beat the drum along the current and built a path through three mountains, leading directly to Jinling!
Who dares to say that Fang Jun is ignorant and ignorant?
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, the cosmopolitan home, and the desolation of our home base...
But you can write such a poem!
His Majesty Li Er looked at the calligraphy on the desk. He nodded slightly and ordered the chamberlain behind him: "Fram these two pictures 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...
Fang Jun naturally did not dare to say the word "no". On the contrary, he had to express that this was his supreme honor. There's no way, His Majesty Li Er's Tyrannosaurus Rex has such a domineering personality. You can confront him when he's being reasonable, but when it's time to flatter him, you have to make him feel comfortable...
The chamberlain stepped forward, carefully removed the two words, and put them aside. The ink is not yet dry, so it cannot be rolled up. If it gets stained accidentally, it will not lead to beheading, but a beating will 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 refute 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?
It’s incredible!
Could it be that this person was born knowing that he would not succeed?
Fang Jun smiled, patted Wang Xue'an's 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 his 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-renowned scholar like Wang Xue'an. It is really too much to pat him on the shoulder like this. 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 cave in Dongting. Although I have never been there, I have always heard that it is a beautiful place with mountains and rivers. 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 me.”
After saying that, he ignored Wang Xue'an, who had his mouth wide open in surprise, and finished it with a single stroke.
It was still Li Chengqian, who read excitedly: "I heard about Dongting water in the past, and now I go to Yueyang Tower. Wu and Chu are southeast, and the universe floats day and night. There are no relatives and friends, and the old and sick have their own boats. The army 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 the Yueyang Tower", but it is not limited to writing about "Yueyang Tower" and "Dongting Water". Abandoning the subtle depiction of the scene in front of you, you write from the big picture, taking in the world and caring about the safety of the country. It is tragic and desolate, and makes people cry. In time, we look back at the present and in pursuit of the past; in space, we include Wu, Chu and Yueguan Mountains. It is as if the person described in the poem is facing the Dongting Water and climbing the Yueyang Tower, and feels deeply in his heart. The sorrow of his life and the worry of his country are vast and boundless, and they are integrated with the power of the Dongting Water, forming a tragic, profound and profound artistic conception of Shen Xiong!
Wang Xue'an's face turned ashen!
Without experience, it is impossible to write corresponding works. So Fang Jun is not yet old enough to have experienced so many things. How could he be so "old" and "sick", drifting in Hunan, making a boat his home, with a bright future? , I don’t know 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 the inside and outside of each other in the poem. Although sad, it is not depressed; although depressed, it is not depressed.
Wang Xue'an's whole body was trembling, but he felt that Fang Jun's poem was satirizing him...
If he shamelessly accuses others of plagiarism, if he persists in his own way, his morality will be ruined, his reputation will be ruined, and his family and friends will all leave him. He will be left alone, old and sick, with only a single leaf left, wandering around Dongting...
Fang Jun was fighting a bloody battle with the Turks outside Guanshan Mountain, and his armies and iron horses were squandering 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 all these classic verses? He definitely couldn't have written it himself! Okay, I admit that you are very powerful. You can make up for your lack of experience with your imagination. After all, whether it is feelings or feelings, it is possible to hear them or learn them from books.
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 been 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. The emperor has no good way to control him. You, Xu Jingzong, are one of our own. What do you want to do?
Xu Jingzong's mind was spinning rapidly, he turned around slightly, blinking and winking at Xie Chengjie... (End of Chapter)