The true Song Dynasty scholars and officials were fascinated by good calligraphy, far from what later generations imagined. Including the stories of some emperors, such as the story of Song Huizong and Cai Jing, the only hobby of the little emperor in Tokyo is to practice flying white bodies.

When Liu Zhizhou heard the people's uproar, he knew that he had lost his composure.

I am a little ridiculous and ridiculous. Why do I become more and more impatient as I get older? But I don’t care. If I spread it, it is also a virtue to praise the backwards. I am just reading the poem. The first few sentences cannot explain the problem, but I have already seen some atmosphere.

The fastest change in the Song Dynasty was poetry. It was not necessary to be simple and easy to understand. It was best to mix a few comments, use poetry to reason and use poetry to make things clear. In fact, this change may not be too good. Poetry is not an article, and appropriate ones also require some magnificent language, such as "Li Sao".

Therefore, the people of the Song Dynasty always ranked poetry above ci, but their attainments were far inferior to those of Song Ci. After the Ming and Qing Dynasties, they could not break through. The artistic form of poetry actually began to fall to the end in the Song Dynasty, and gradually became replaced by Song Ci, Yuan Song and Ming and Qing novels. However, Su Mihuang made a good start in the art of calligraphy, teaching future generations not to be bound by the rules and regulations, so that the art of calligraphy will continue to flourish.

These poems can be said to be typical poems of the Song Dynasty, which are simple and easy to understand, but not vulgar. And these simple poems are flat and vast and powerful, and they did not participate in the imperial examination. If they participate in the imperial examination, just this style will give the examiner a bonus. In fact, they are better than Gao Yanei.

Why did such a boy actually make the taste spread among the people?

The difference is too big, right?

This reminded him of a story in "Yin Wenzi·Bao Dao". There was a Huang Gong in Qi State who was very humble. As long as he was from his own family, it was hard to say. He had two daughters, and he was the most beautiful beauty in Qi State, but he said that my daughter was ugly, so he became famous. When he was in the age of birth, no one came to propose marriage. There was a widower in Wei State who rashly married him and realized that it was the beauty of the country. Then he said everywhere that Huang Gong was too modest and his daughter was belittled to this point. His youngest daughter must also be a beauty. So he rushed to hire him, and it turned out that it was a beauty of the country. This is to say that being humble is a good thing, and you can't be too humble and harm your daughter.

It also shows the terrible rumor.

How could a great young man make the people say so unbearable? If he didn't hold this big poetry club, the young man might have to bear several years of injustice, and even because of this notorious reputation, the examiner would not be admitted to the examination room.

Putting gilds on your face.

As long as you have talent, you will sooner or later break out!

Zheng Lang has been writing down:

The Cai River has been a canal for more than a thousand years and originated from the mountains and valleys.

It is reasonable, Liu Zhizhou nodded and thought that strictly speaking, the Caishui is not a river water, it comes from a ditches excavated by the Wei State in the Warring States Period. Later, after repeated management, the name has been changed many times, such as Caishui or Minshui. But it cannot be denied that its true identity is an artificial river, let alone where it flows upward. If we trace the source, the rivers that are connected are its upper source, so it is said that water comes from the mountains and valleys.

It is this way of writing reasoning that people cannot see the traces of reasoning, which is rare.

"The water of the ridges has fallen from the winter snow, and the dust is white. Five or six thatched huts come to sleep, and three or two of the green plums are quietly fragrant. Dogs bark and clothes are knocking on the door at a cold night, and tea is rolling to express their hearts. The guest comes from the house, and the north wind blows the sound of the sound is cool. The long night is white and lonely, and the bitter pine is broken and the green is wrapped in silver. The cold weather is dull at dawn, and the vast mountains are gone. The east wind is shy and the curtain moves, leaving the whirlwind to say the cold snow. It is difficult to advance and retreat, and returns to the East China Sea to call the troop. The dragon soars and waves of the five lakes, and the rain mother bulges the smoke of the Qinling Mountains. The big edge breaks the silver bottle and cracks, and the iron cavalry joins the iron shirt. The small ice powder and jade silk breaks, and the melons soar and walks through Huaiguan. The huge waterfall connects the heaven and earth, and thousands of rivers fall to the earth."

"Okay," Liu Zhizhou praised again. This poem may not be able to remain inspiration for the ages. It is far better to write this than Gao Yanei's poems. It can even be said that Gao Yanei's poems are not enough for him to read.

It is very organized, where does the water come from, from the ice and snow melting on the mountains. Naturally, it turns to the winter mountain scenery, and writes a quiet winter scenery, moving, only occasional guests come to visit in the snow, and then no one else. But spring comes, and it personifies spring, like a little girl shyly buckles the bead curtain, but fails to succeed, and goes back. The god of spring is angry, and the scene suddenly becomes grand and exciting. It becomes more and more exciting, and to the last sentence, it pushes this majestic momentum to the peak.

It’s just the origin of a river, and it’s really good to be able to write to this level.

He couldn't help but turn his head and look at Gao Yanei who was standing not far away. At this time, Gao Yanei was very frustrated. He didn't know anything about it. After comparing, it made him feel more uncomfortable than a slap in the face.

But I was surprised, what is this related to the Sandian Yangchun?

Zheng Lang wrote about the fun, and drank two big sips of wine. He ignored other people's feelings and suddenly dragged the long desk next to him. He couldn't put down one long desk. He moved the long axis to another long desk and continued to write:

"The trickle of water flows with joyful waves, the lush grass tells the farewell love. The river flows around the shore, the bright moon and flowers are misty. Carp leaps through the water and paints ripples, mandarin ducks comb their feathers wander together. The fog catches the river curtain, and walks around the river platform, and steps towards the gauze near the water platform. The water platform leaves people and make up the mirror, and the sound of the soul is lost. There is a high singing in the distance that shocks the night magpie, and a small boat breaks through the sky."

This time more people nodded.

I used a trickle to connect the past and the future, and then wrote some beautiful scenery on the early spring night. In fact, I modified it. These twelve sentences alone are a wonderful and fresh poem. But then, this quiet scene was quickly torn to pieces.

"Leaving the boat is moored by the water platform, the two beads fall on the single clothes of tears. The moon is lonely and the sun rises out of the high shelf, and Tianquan strodes the sleeves and hits the railings. The two stars are like colors, and the moon is used to wipe the stars and moons. The rainbow salamanders take advantage of the situation to face the Central Plains. The cold and warmth are held on the river, and the north and south are between Cailuo. The cold wind roars and the gallops of the clouds and horses, and the turbid waves emptied hammers and slapped bricks. The merchant ships floated like fallen leaves, and the boats flipped like bitter cicadas. Apes and monkeys ran wildly at the stone gorge trees, and the orioles and birds flew in the dead forest bay."

"Okay," everyone shouted again. During the Spring and Winter Eve, the hot and cold alternated. Normally, there were always some bleak winds and rains in early spring. People in the Song Dynasty did not understand the principle, but they all knew about this weather phenomenon. But this young man did not write this way, and it was all humanized.

Spring became a little girl. After being wronged, she returned to her parents' home to help rescue soldiers. As a result, all the Lei Gong and Yumu came, and drove away the cold winter in an instant. The Taiyin Star and Tianquan who were in charge of the north could not stand it anymore, and a story of a heartless man happened. So she found an excuse to fight with the gods over the Central Plains, causing the rivers to lose color and the sun and the moon to lose light. In fact, it was about the process of Cai Shui brewing from the frozen winter to the melting of spring.

However, with the description of these scenes and some myths, they are written in a very magnificent way. The most important thing is Zhang Chi’s method, first the tranquility of winter, then the spectacle of the melting rivers, and then a quiet early spring moonlit night, and then the sadness of the rainy day brought people a huge impact.

Only here I showed off some astronomical knowledge. In the astronomical world of the Song Dynasty, Tianquan was the fourth star of the Beidou. At that time, it was the master of water, the master of the stars, the master of the laws of heaven, and the master of Wu Dao. It was divided into Wu and the master of Han Zhi was Jingzhou. It was not water in Jingzhou, but in the south of Zhengzhou, and it had not yet reached Xingyang. And it was a replacement for this young lady, so it was the master of the law of heaven, the master of Wu Dao. The Taiyin invaded, and the master of the demise was the master of the demise. Perhaps the young lady couldn't think of it and came to pick her up, so she committed suicide without water. But if she didn't write it, it would be contrary to the details of today.

The two stars were selected as meaningful... Unfortunately, most of the people present today were afraid that they would not be able to think about it and had no knowledge to think about it.

"Okay, OK," Liu Zhizhou murmured again after he finished cheering.

This word, this poem...

Some people say that when a distinguished guest comes, his tent is shining. This son came today, but the entire poetry meeting is shining.

Seeing this, I was sighing.

If you don't accept it, you won't be able to do it.

However, everyone's understanding must be different.

Liu Zhizhou suddenly heard someone whispering: "Brother Yanguo, do you see what you are looking at?"

“Xiwen means…”

"When you read this poem, think about the song "Yangguan Sandie". After writing this, is it the second one?"

"This..." The young man's face immediately became solemn. This young man's appetite was so good.

ps: The protagonist's name has been changed, and I have changed it twice, but I didn't see it. It's embarrassing. Everyone, is this chapter satisfying? If it is satisfying, can you vote more and use the prosperous Song Dynasty to kill the Sui Dynasty and warlords above me!

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