The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1495 Seeing the Dragon and the Elephant!

"This first sentence, 'Under Yugutai, the clear river water, how many tears of passers-by in the middle?' The first half of the sentence is like a mountain standing horizontally, one lonely and one clear, the image is clear, and the words are like seeing the scenery. The second half of the sentence makes the clear river water in the first half of the sentence blend into the tears of people, which is very strange. The clear river water is mighty, how many tears of people who escaped are in it? This sentence alone is more sad than the 'Zeguo Jiangshan into the Battle Picture' in the Three Topics, and the tears become a river, which is comparable to 'Ten Thousand Withered Bones'."

"The second sentence, 'Looking northwest to Chang'an, pitiful countless mountains', also has metaphors, and 'countless mountains' is also It is a strange image. When people are in Ganzhou, they look to the ancient capital of Zhou Dynasty in the northwest, with countless mountains and rivers in between. At first glance, the words of this sentence are plain, but if you chew it carefully, it has an indescribable charm. The more you savor it, the more you will savor it. According to my understanding, this poem compares the ancient capital of Zhou Dynasty, Chang'an, to Jingzhou City. The countless mountains are pitiful, which naturally means that the poet feels that he is getting farther and farther away from Jingzhou, the capital of Chu State. But... I always have a feeling that I can't explain it clearly. "

Ganzhou prefect smiled and said, "It's right that I can't explain it clearly. Looking northwest to Chang'an An, there are countless mountains, looking north, there are countless mountains and rivers blocking the way, as if imprisoned in this place, even if you can't see it, you have to look! The reason why this sentence is not clear is because it connects the previous and the next, Yugutai and Qingjiang River, looking at the river, the mountains and Chang'an! "

The old man who is obsessed with poetry said: "What a good sentence to look at the river, the mountains and Chang'an. In the third sentence, 'The green mountains can't cover it, after all, it flows eastward', the continuous green mountains cover Chang'an, but they can't cover the Qingjiang River flowing with tears, after all, the river water has to flow eastward. The reason why it is said that 'looking northwest to Chang'an, there are countless mountains' is difficult to understand. It is because of the third sentence that it is unreal and real. The green mountains cannot cover it, after all, it flows eastward. It is just a scene. If there is a sustenance, what is it? It is hard to say and hard to point out. If there is no sustenance, why do "cannot cover" and "after all" hit the heart directly? This is the beauty of poetry, the wonder of metaphor, using water to complain about mountains. "

After the old man who was obsessed with poetry finished speaking, everyone felt melancholy and felt that they had not finished their thoughts. They all wanted to know what kind of feelings the poet had in "Looking northwest to Chang'an, there are countless mountains. The green mountains cannot cover it, after all, it flows eastward".

"As for the last sentence, 'I am worried at the riverside at night, and I hear the partridges in the deep mountains', the riverside at night makes the poet worried, and the sound of the partridges in the deep mountains echoes in his ears. It was said that the first three poems were unconventional, like a horse running without reins, and difficult to control. Then this poem, from the first sentence to the fourth sentence, has no sarcasm, no bitterness, no deep hatred, no sorrow, at most just a trace of 'sorrow'. This poem, every sentence has scenery, metaphors, seemingly shallow but deep, it seems to be just describing the scenery, but it is also moving, and finally ends with the sound of partridges in the deep mountains at the riverside at night!"

"No, even the last sentence of this poem is not enough." The poetry-crazy old man smiled.

"Oh? Please advise, sir." The prefect of Ganzhou said.

The old man who was obsessed with poetry walked out, smiling and said: "Partridges must fly south, which means they are thinking of the south. The poet started by looking north and ended with his heart in the south, which is another wonderful thing. The artistic conception of this poem is almost the same as the previous three poems, but it is more distant, like a slow platform gradually falling, which makes a perfect reading for the four poems about Lumen Army. Moreover, there are allusions in every sentence that are not in the previous three poems, which directly inherits the "Book of Songs" and is the right way of Confucianism, perfect. If nothing unexpected happens, this poem will be a national defense as soon as it is completed. You may smell the fragrance of ink that is a national defense brought by the wind."

"Mr. Poetry Maniac, what are you doing..." The prefect of Ganzhou looked at the old man who was obsessed with poetry in a daze.

"Leave the city and see dragons and elephants!" After the old man who was obsessed with poetry said this, he actually used the fast-paced war poem for himself and ran towards the direction of Lumen Army.

The Ganzhou prefect was overwhelmed with emotion and shouted: "Leave the city and see the dragon and elephant!"

"Leave the city and see the dragon and elephant!"

"Leave the city and see the dragon and elephant!"

The scholars in Ganzhou shouted one after another, and used the poems of the fast march to the Lumen Army's base.

The Lumen Army generals sat on their chairs, staring blankly at hundreds of scholars rushing out.

Afterwards, the sound of spring thunder was heard in some places in Ganzhou City, and those scholars who were going to the banquet also shouted "Leave the city and see the dragon and elephant" and ran straight out of the city.

Not long after, the banquet venue was empty. Except for the prefect's servants and maids, only the Lumen Army generals were left, looking gloomy.

Xun Tianling was also among them, but his expression was completely different from that of other generals, and he was still immersed in four beautiful poems.

After a long time, Wei Changxian whispered: "This Zhang Longxiang, who is about to die, is still resisting stubbornly, trying to use his poetry to redeem his reputation. What a foolish dream! Since his father Zhang Wankong is very likely to be a traitor, then their whole family should die, and their nine clans should also die!"

Lumen Hou slowly stood up and said: "Generals, return to the camp."

The generals walked slowly towards the camp, but these generals were very strange. They should have taken a carriage, but Lumen Hou insisted on walking, and walked slowly like a stroll.

The generals had no choice but to follow slowly.

At the back of the team, Xun Tianling suddenly shook his head gently.

After a while, Wei Changxian suddenly realized and smiled.

Outside the Lumen Army camp, hundreds of scholars gathered, and more and more, even those ordinary students and scholars rushed here after hearing the spring thunder of tongue, in order to see the true face of the author of the four famous poems.

The old man who was obsessed with poetry and other Ganzhou celebrities, including the Ganzhou prefect, stood outside the military camp gate, looking angry.

"Why don't you let us enter the military camp?" said the Ganzhou prefect.

The scholar team guarding the gate was saying loudly: "This is a military secret place. Without the order of the Marshal, no one is allowed to enter, not even the King of Chu!"

"Since your army is not accommodating, we will not have any complaints, but why do you not only not report it to the Marquis of Zhujiang, but also ban him from going out?" the governor of Ganzhou asked.

"General Wei gave instructions before he left. Zhang Longxiang is suspected of being a traitor and must be strictly guarded. He must not be allowed to leave within ten feet of the carriage. Since there is a military order, we cannot violate it. Please be merciful and don't embarrass us." Soldiers."

The poetry-mad old man said helplessly: "Master Magistrate, please send a message to Marquis Lumen and ask him to order the door to be opened so that we can meet Marquis Zhujiang."

The governor of Ganzhou smiled bitterly and said: "I have sent letters three times in a row, but there has been no response. I'm afraid..."

The old man Shi Chi understood immediately, snorted coldly and said: "The dignified Marquis is so small-minded, it's heartbreaking!"

"Then let's go back?"

The old man who was a poet nodded slightly and was about to move when he suddenly stopped, raised his head and looked forward, and said with spring thunder in his tongue: "Is the Marquis of Zhujiang sleeping peacefully?"

"I'm reading the "Commentary" carefully." Fang Yun's voice came.

The scholars present smiled knowingly, because in "The Second Title of the Lumen Army", there is a sentence: "When you leave the army, you can understand the present and the past, and you can read more carefully in the middle of the night."

The two sides began to talk with each other.

The old man who was crazy about poetry said, "There is something I don't know about this old man. Is it because of these four poems about the Lumen Army that poetry is booming today, or have we been prepared for it in advance?"

"Three thousand nights of reading, ten years of accumulated depressing things."

"So that's it. I still don't understand something. What's the specific meaning of the phrase 'Don't talk about the matter of making a marquis? A general's achievements will lead to the death of thousands of bones.' What's the specific explanation?"

Many scholars chuckled, wondering whether Fang Yun was admonishing Marquis Lumen or scolding him.

Fang Yun smiled and said, "If I tell you, will Lumenhou know?"

The poetry-mad old man replied: "Of course he can know."

"Then I won't say anything anymore."

Outside the gate of the military camp, the whole hall burst into laughter.

.

I recommended a friend's new book "The Most Powerful Chinese Martial Arts", which is an urban Chinese Martial Arts novel.

Zhang Ren, a strong young man, entered university to study. However, because of the beauty's request, he broke into the underground boxing ring, became a Muay Thai master, worked as a bodyguard for beautiful celebrities, subdued the Siberian Ice Queen, and indulged in flowers, only to discover that the sect's destruction turned out to be a shocking conspiracy. Let's watch him turn his hands into clouds, turn his hands into rain, and create the most powerful national martial arts!

The author is inspirational Big Black Fish.