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Li Bai's face was downcast, as if his ambition was unfulfilled.

Zhou Jin quickly said: "Brother Li is so talented, he will definitely be famous forever and shine in the annals of history. Even after a thousand years, he will not be forgotten by the world. The poems you write will also be passed down to the world and known by everyone."

Li Bai stared blankly.

The pupils were slightly dilated, full of longing and yearning.With a final chuckle, he shook his head.

"Brother Zhou, please don't say these unrealistic words. I am consoling. Although I am frivolous, I still have self-knowledge. In my life, I will be like a white horse and a dog. I will rush past and turn into a handful of loess."

"Thousands of years later, I don't know where my handful of loess has drifted, and it has long been forgotten by the world. If you want to record the history, you have to get a Hou Baixiang and display your ambitions, so that you can leave a strong stroke in the history."

Hearing this, Zhou Jin raised the corners of her mouth and smiled slyly.

"Brother Li, don't you believe me?"

"It's nonsense, of course I don't believe it."

Li Bai smiled.

"What if I could prove it to you?"

Zhou Jin stared straight at Li Bai with fixed eyes.

"How to prove it?"

Li Bai was a little puzzled.

Immediately smiled again, and said, "Brother Jia, it seems that you are already drunk, to say such nonsense, hahaha."

Amidst Li Bai's laughter, Zhou Jin gently waved her arms.

A picture is created out of thin air.

In the picture, it shows the scene in the classroom of the school of later generations.

Bright and clean classroom.

One by one, the students hold their textbooks in their hands and concentrate on reading.

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning..."

The voice is loud and catchy, with the potential to swallow mountains and rivers with anger.

Li Bai's pupils locked tightly.

Self-deprecating: "It seems that I was drunk and had hallucinations."

Zhou Jin smiled without saying a word, waving her arms lightly.

The screen changes to another scene.

Shudi Jiangyou.

On the banks of the Changming River in the northern suburbs.

There is a huge Tang Dynasty garden complex, covering an area of ​​about [-] square meters.

It was spring, the sun was shining brightly, and the trees were lush, reflecting mottled light and shadow.

In front of a temple, stands a tall statue of a scholar, high-spirited, hands behind his back, head held high, looking into the distance, eyes full of determination.

In front of the statue is a group of elementary school students on a spring outing.

The teacher who led the team pointed to the statue and said, "My friends, this is Li Bai, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, one of the greatest poets in China. He has passed down more than a thousand poems. The Jingyesi we just learned is from him. Under the pen."

"Does any child remember how to recite it?"

A little girl raised her hand.

"Teacher, I can recite."

Facing the statue of Li Bai, the little girl recited Jing Ye Si word by word and with emotion.

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Looking up at the bright moon, bowing your head and thinking about your hometown. "

As the voice fell, a gust of spring breeze blew by, and the branches of the lush trees nearby swayed and rustled, as if they were applauding.

Seeing this scene, Li Bai's eyes became more and more dazed.

"Does anyone know where Li Bai is from?"

The teacher's kind voice.

A little boy said: "Teacher, I know that Li Bai is from Jiangyou, Sichuan."

"And I also know that he is called the Immortal of Poetry, the Immortal of Di. Li Baidou's hundred poems on wine, he loves drinking the most, and can write poems as long as he drinks."

The teacher nodded his head and said, "Very good, but there is no necessary relationship between drinking and writing poetry. Children, this is a bad habit, don't learn it."

A chubby, cute little boy.

Walking to the foot of the statue, he patted it lightly, raised his head and asked, "Li Bai, why do you write poems only after drinking?"

This scene was seen by the surrounding tourists, and they all smiled.

With the brisk spring breeze, the laughter echoed over the Li Bai Memorial Hall.

Through the barrier of time and space, it was transmitted to Li Bai's ears thousands of years ago.

Zhou Jin waved his arm, and the picture stopped abruptly.

Li Bai was a little drunk, slumped on the wooden table, and muttered: "Brother Jia..."

"I, I seem to be a little drunk. I just saw the scene of later generations. Later generations built a huge memorial hall for me and erected a statue. A little fat man even patted my feet and asked me why I drank and wrote poems..."

Zhou Jin smiled without saying a word.

At this time, the little boy in the family came in.

He took out the empty wine jar, and brought in an unopened jar of wine.

When leaving, she leaned close to Zhou Jin's ear.

"Mr. Jia, please advise you to drink less, it's not good for your health. I'll wait outside the door. If you need anything, please call."

Zhou Jin nodded her head and said, "Yes."

Li Bai filled his wine glass and drank it down.

With sadness in his eyes, he murmured: "Brother Jia, you and I have sworn brothers. I don't need to hide it from you, I always have regrets in my heart."

"These regrets have been kept in my heart, and I have not spoken to others. We are confidants to each other, and we can only complain to you."

Zhou Jin smiled lightly.

"Brother Li, it's okay to say, I will do my best to share your worries."

Li Bai took a sip of wine.

After pondering for a moment, I said, "I have three regrets. The first is that although I have entered the official career, I have not been appreciated by His Majesty, and I have not been able to make suggestions for the country and have made great achievements."

"The only thing I can do is to write a few poems of praise for this prosperous scene. It's really better than nothing, it's meaningless. It's a pity for a literati who dances with words."

Hearing this, Zhou Jin thought to herself.

The officialdom is unsatisfactory. Although he has a great reputation, he has never had fame and fortune.

Li Bai came out of Sichuan alone at the age of 25. He originally wanted to rely on his incomparable talents, but after being recommended, he could show his ambitions.Unexpectedly, his career was frustrated and he failed to take on important responsibilities.It was not easy to be appreciated by Xuanzong, but he was only made to be a clown with no real power.

When he met a bosom friend in the middle age, he thought he could make contributions, but in the end he became a victim of political struggle.

"Brother Li, how can everything in life be as you wish. As you said, you must be happy when you are happy in life. Worry about tomorrow, worry about tomorrow, drink tonight and get drunk today."

Ok?
Li Bai raised his head, his eyes sparkled, and he murmured: "Tomorrow is worrying, tomorrow is worrying, and there is wine tonight..."

He exclaimed in admiration, "Brother Jia, you are really good at writing, and you can speak eloquently, I admire you!"

Zhou Jin smiled lightly and asked, "The second is?"

Li Bai shook his head lightly and sighed: "Secondly, he failed to personally kill the bandit army, make meritorious deeds, benefit the common people, An Lisheng, and have a seven-foot body, so there is nowhere to use his swordsmanship."

Zhou Jin nodded slightly, thoughtful.

Every man has a dream of fighting the sword.Especially in the Tang Dynasty, it was an era of worshiping knight-errants, almost everyone had a sword and wanted to make meritorious deeds.

And Li Bai's swordsmanship, just like his poems, is extremely superb.

Although there are no detailed records in the history books, it can be deduced through some clues.Strict teachers lead to outstanding apprentices, and Li Bai studied under Han Zhun, the number one swordsman in the Tang Dynasty.Ling worships Xiaowen as his teacher.