Drunkenly Resting Head Against Rivers and Mountains Chapter 593: Children of the family
Cui Shi said in amazement: "It is a matter of style and grace to sing poetry, how can you be bored?"
Yang Fan smiled lightly, and directly broke their intentions: "Do things that are indecent with style and elegance, show off your prowess and show your skills? It ’s okay to show off your skills, but you guys have studied the scriptures since childhood. Righteousness, I have been immersed in the poetry for a long time. I think that Yang Fan can never be more advanced than you, so I want to refute my face and give Lubin the export. Is this kind of action not boring? "
Some answers here, immediately attracted the attention of the group of people sitting and chatting in another kiosk. M is the so-called people divided into groups, things gathered together, sitting in the pavilion over there are some high-gate children of the Guanlong Group, but there is no Du Guyu among them. Although Du Guyu is young, he is the master of a valve, so he accompanies those old guys in the back house.
The noble children of Guanlong nobility are not new to these Shandong noblemen, but they do n’t know Yang Fan. When they saw these young people from Shandong noblemen surrounded a young man they never knew, they became curious and wondered. Where is the sacred person, the Shandong gentry took the initiative, he even couldn't sit still, so he came over one after another.
These people came around, and the children of the family who were sitting and chatting far and away also followed with curiosity.
Jingzhao Weishi, Hedong Pei, Hedong Liu, Hedong Xue, Hongnong Yang, Jingzhao Du, and one of the four surnames of the overseas Chinese in the Eastern Jin and Southern Dynasties have now been integrated into the Guanlong Group and become Lanling Xiao, one of the important members ...
For a time, the children of Shandong and Guanlong, the two largest family groups, gathered here.
Cui Shi was a little bit embarrassed by Yang Fan, and his face was slightly embarrassed. He barely concealed the embarrassment and smiled: "Yang Langzhong is worried, I just want to get right with the poetry under my feet, chat Dispatching to make fun of the wine, as for Lubin .... Oh, the Lu family is the Lu family, we are us, how can we get ahead of others? "
Yang Fan smiled with a sneer, then Cui Shi said: "Yang Mou's wine is very good, no boring stuff like poetry is needed to help with wine, if you really want to get the correct poetry, here There are so many elegant people, and you do n’t have to get Yang to get along. "
Zheng Yu was displeased. Tao: "How can boring poetry be boring?"
Hundreds of children from around the family surrounded him. Yang Fan sat sternly, without any awareness of getting up, but smiled and shook his head: "Cang Jie made characters. This is a memo. The descendants evolved, and there were poems to express feelings However, the text is limited. How can we express our imagination in this world? In this situation, the scene should be self-evident, and the texts have already fallen off, are n’t they boring! "
These families have nothing to do. Specializing in poems and arrogance, I think that Yang Fan can hardly beat them, and now see Yang Fan cleverly quit. Even more determined that he became timid, Cui Shi smiled and said: "Brother Yang's words are bad, his poems are elegant, and they are sentimental. How can it be said that he has fallen off. Cui has once written a peony poem: ' Farewell to the country, open more wealthy homes. After Linxuan's reward, frivolous! Thousands of flowers! 'Brother Yang thought that with this poem chanting peony, wouldn't it complement each other and add more fun? "
Yang Fan shook his head and said, "The peony flowers are bright and colorful, and there are many varieties. Some are like lotus flowers, like a phoenix, some petals are so tall and shaped like a crown, some white and red gradually evolve like snow Among them, beautiful, hard to say in one word, Brother Cui's poem, Yang Mou only smelled expensive, and nothing else could think of it. If you are extravagant, huh, who doesn't know Peony is rich and rich, it's all in one go! "
Cui Shi was very proud of this poem, but was devalued by Yang Fan, and his face could not be changed.
Wang Siyuan couldn't help stepping forward: "Brother Yang is talented, and how about listening to Wang's" Pomegranate Poems "again?" After waiting for Yang Fan to agree, plainly said: "Cicada Xiao Qiu Yun Huai Ye Qi, The pomegranate fragrance of the old court is low. The purple color of the poppy is dyed in the scent of purple, the red wax rhinoceros of the yellow wax paper. The jade carved curling contains dew, and the spots seem to cry with Xiang'e. "
Although they are good at poems, it is very difficult for Cao Zijian to make seven steps into poems. These poems are old works of the past. The words have been carefully reviewed and revised, and they are considered a good work.
Yang Fan still shook his head: "Not good! Have the time to taste this poem, I might as well go to see the pomegranate flower in person, taste the pomegranate seeds in person, sweet and sour, so delicious!"
Wang Siyuan's face was black, and he said: "A vulgar one!"
Behind the crowd, Li Mubai and Ning Ke girl had come over, and just stood there listening, listening to Yang Fan, Ning Ke could not help but quietly covered his mouth. Li Mubai stroked his beard and looked at Yang Fan, frowning inadvertently.
Xingyang Zheng Yu ’s face is also a character of Fang Zhengzheng. He has no intention of repelling Yang Fan, but looking at Yang Fan ’s disdain for the way of poetry, and also a little dissatisfied, he stepped forward: "Zheng Mou has a poem" Wing Bamboo ", please brother Yang to taste!"
"The thick green sparse stems surround the Xiangshui River, and the spring breeze draws out the dragon tail. The color of the frost is pollen and the light is bright, and the branches support the Shujin Hongxia. If it doesn't fall, it still brings tears to Xiang'e's blood. Yun Na swept her head and swept Qiuyue, shadowing the suspected snow under the forest. I am ashamed and distracted, and I will love this monarch's name forever. "
"Good poem! Good poem!"
"Magnificent words, high aspirations!"
"The mood ... the mood is fascinating!"
Yang Fan hasn't spoken yet, and they sang one after another. It seems that these people are also afraid that Yang Fan will continue to depreciate, and first build a momentum for Zheng Yu.
Yang Fan looked at Zheng Yu and chuckled: "How long did Brother Zheng write this poem?"
Zheng Yu was stunned. He had never met anyone asking this. However, Zheng Yu has a square temperament, must answer questions, and does not want to lie. After thinking about it, he said frankly: "Zheng Mou wrote this poem in less than half an hour, and then wrote the first seven sentences, and then he made a careful sentence. , And revised some of the words, but the last few sentences, I didn't feel it. Until I returned after a day of drinking, I walked alone in the bamboo forest under the moon, and suddenly realized that I went home and wrote the poem in one go. Um, it lasted a total of ten days. "
Yang Fan shook his head and said with sincerity: "Being born under the Zheng monarch, he is inferior to others by nature. If it takes ten days of hard work to do things, I don't know how much can be done for the country and the people at home. You do n’t want to be enterprising, you have a good time, it ’s a pity to waste on these trails! "
Zheng Yu didn't expect him to put on an elder's face. He taught himself arrogantly, and he could not help being stunned and speechless.
Cui Lidao said: "A group of nonsense!" Shangshu "has words, poets express their ambitions. The poems are pure and beautiful. Recently, human nature, no study of poems, there is no way to stand. Standing ten times. That means knowing the Book of Poetry before it can be established. Why not say poetry? "
Yang Fan disdainfully said: "It's just fart!"
Cui Li was stunned and enraged, and he said angrily: "You ... as a member of Imperial Court, how can you be so rude and so arrogant!"
Yang Fan said: "You say you can't study poetry. You can't say it. Isn't that what I said? You talked about it all, and I only answered the word" Fart! "Is it that you don't say anything, or I don't Don't say anything? "
Yang Fan slowly stood up and said, "Poetry and poetry can cultivate sentiment, refine language, and help travel, wine, and fun, but its role is nothing more than that. You are from a family. If you are aspiring to the world and are interested in Li Min, you do n’t know how much you can do more than others, but unfortunately all your good times are wasted in babbling. ”
Yang Fan glanced at them contemptuously, and said, "When you chew on the text. How many important things has Yang done for Imperial Court, for Jiji, for the world's Li Min? Don't say it's Imperial Court officials, it's your family members. The elders of the matter, and see who is there to groan without disease all day? "
Yang Fan Yang Tian made a haha and said, "The boy's big husband or vertical and horizontal battlefield. Or Jingwei politics. The poem is originally a small path, and it is a pastime for my generation of literati to do political affairs, set up the justice and order, and the goal of all peoples. Poems make the country? Fangmou decides who uses poems to make achievements? Poems have their own merits, no matter what, no poems, no standing, no poems, no words? Haha, so big a shit, it is better to have a mouthful of bacon, A bite of steamed buns! "
Yang Fan smiled and went away, Wang Siyuan blushed and said: "Do not go, you ... you insult Sven, you ..."
"Wang Er, this is your fault. You have to pull Yang Langzhong to comment on poetry. Yang Langzhong can express his own opinion. Although Yang Langzhong's words are a bit rough, I think it makes sense. Why did it become an insult to Sven? "The man who spoke was in his early twenties, figure was long, but he was Liu Yanzhi of the Liu Family of Hedong. He always smiled at the jokes of the children of the Shandong clan. At this time, seeing Wang Siyuan hold on to Yang Fan, he helped Yang Fan.
Liu Yanzhi ’s sister Liu Yiyi stood beside him and smiled, "Yeah, I also think that the elder husband will either contribute to the country or help the state. As a kind of elegant poetry, there is nothing to show off. I even devote most of my energy to it, that's when I grow up, I become smaller. "
"Yes, yeah, what Yang Langzhong said is very true, Brother Liu and Yiyi girl are right!" Jingzhao Weishi, Hedong Pei, Hedong Liu, Hedong Xue, Hongnong Yang, Jingzhao Du Shi, Lanling Xiao, and other family members of the Guanlong Group have clamored for Yang Fan.
Shandong nobles represented by Wang, Cui, Lu, Li, and Zheng have the friendship of Zou, Lu, and Qi Wei. The old Taigong Tang Shu ’s education also has Zhou Kong ’s legacy, advocating Confucianism. The most outstanding.
The family members of the Guanlong Group are in danger. From the end of the Western Jin Dynasty to the beginning of the Tang dynasty, wars broke out, and the heroes were divided ~ IndoMTL.com ~ In the meantime, these families rarely advocated Confucianism for their survival.
In addition, from the Northern Wei Dynasty to the early Tang Dynasty, a large number of Hu people influxed, including the Li Tang royal family and some families in the Guanlong group have Hu people. Therefore, although the children of the family of the Long Group have also studied at an early age, and their accomplishments in poetry are not shallow, their comprehensive level is inferior to that of the Shandong gentry.
The way of poetry is not their best skill, coupled with their advocacy of force, their views on poetry are the same as Yang Fan, and they are competing secretly with the Shandong gentry. At this time, they do not stand on the Yang Fan side to see the Shandong family. Our fun is strange.
As soon as these people participated in the war, they became a tongue-and-mouth battle between the noble children of Guanlong and the children of the nobility of Shandong. "Tan She Nu, poor measures" just called "erotic, inhumane", fighting for "Tao", the so-called gentlemanship was swept away.
P: I woke up early yesterday, got up at 6 o'clock, went to the airport, boarded at 10 o'clock, and then sat and sat. I finally took off at 1:30 in the afternoon, arrived at Beijing at three o'clock, and then transferred to the hotel. There was rain in the evening, and the rain hurried three dials of wine, struggling to climb back to the hotel, got up in the middle of the night, and finally offered the update today on time. My eyes were red and my waist was sore. Regarding the hardship of Guanguan and the sincerity of updating, please send a few recommended monthly tickets to comfort,