"I know!"
Yang Hao replied to Yang Shouyu. He immediately patted off the soil that had been washed onto his body until his clothes had turned white, and strode toward his house.
"Yang Hao went to the fields again?"
"Child, if you don't learn to read and write like your father, you'll suffer like us in the future!”
Yangxing Village was neither big nor small. There were more than a hundred households in the village. Most of the people in the village knew each other. When Yang Hao was on his way home from the fields, he could not help but listen to the anxious teachings of his grandparents. However, he could not show any impatience. He could only nod with a smile.
When he arrived at the door of his house, a wooden door sandwiched between the rammed earth wall was wide open. Yang Hao strode inside. The house looked extremely dilapidated, and there was not much furniture. Compared to the other people in the village, the house was still very shabby.
"Father, I'm back!" Yang Hao shouted.”
"'Spring has only been seven days, and I've been away from home for two years. After the man returns to the wild goose, he misses the flower.”At this moment, a faint voice came from the hall."My son, are you homesick? You're shouting so loudly.”
Following the sound of footsteps, a tall and thin middle-aged man with a head of hair that had been washed to the point of turning white and a yellowish complexion due to malnutrition walked out in a bad mood.
"This is Xue Daoheng's 'Missing Home' right?”
Yang Hao looked at his own father. He actually dared to recite a poem in front of him. At least show some respect for his future history graduate student's knowledge. Otherwise, when he recited " Let's Drink," wouldn't he be dumbfounded?
This time, it was the father, Yang Jingming, who was surprised. He looked at Yang Hao up and down, raised his hand to pinch his beard that had been growing for a long time but not much. He clicked his tongue and said,
"Back then, when I read 'Depressed and Invigorated Thoughts, Overlooking and Listening to the Heavenly Chapter', I was very happy. Song Dai is difficult to learn, the hills are only self-reliant.'He once lamented the awakening of self-improvement. He did not expect my son to also strive for self-improvement and be able to speak words that make me feel enlightened. Not bad, not bad at all!”
Yang Hao smiled and said," Father, your poem is quoted from 'Feng He Yue Ye Listening to the Military Music Poem to Answer the Imperial Edict.' It's also Xue Daoheng's poem. Don't grab onto his poem alone. What if you pluck him bald?”
Yang Jingming looked at him with a dull expression. When he came back to his senses, his face turned red with embarrassment and said,
"You still dare to question your father's knowledge? Brat, then come up with a poem. I've read a lot of books. I can tell you what poem you're using!”
Yang Hao rolled his eyes and patted his stomach."Don't. Let's eat first. We'll talk about this after we finish eating. As the saying goes, a man is made of iron and rice is made of steel.”
Yang Jingming shook his head and said with a straight face,""Yang Hao, if you don't say a poem for me to guess the origin of today's poem, don't even think about eating. I'm also hungry now, but I can accompany you to not eat!”
Why are you still fighting?
Yang Hao couldn't help but feel amused. Looking at his father's stubborn and serious expression, he sighed inwardly. It's not that he didn't want to say it, but he was afraid of hurting his father.
But since he said so.
Then, he could only reluctantly take the blow.
"Father, listen carefully."
Yang Hao stood with his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle. His gaze was deep and gloomy, and his unique magnetic voice slowly said,
"This poem is called 'Spring Daylight'."
"I don't feel dawn when I sleep in spring. I hear birds singing everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night. I know how many flowers have fallen.”
Yang Jingming's eyes widened. After hearing Yang Hao's first sentence, he felt goosebumps all over his body.
After listening to the second sentence, Yang Jingming felt his hair stand on end.
Hearing the sound of the wind and rain in the night, Yang Jingming felt that the top of his head was about to be opened.
When the last sentence," I know how many flowers have fallen," came out of Yang Hao's mouth, the father, Yang Jingming's face flushed red. It was not because he was angry, but because he was excited. He stopped writing the entire " Spring Dawn ", and all the bones in his body were about to go soft.
What kind of immortal poem was this!
Even fine wine could not compare to this!
Yang Jingming, who loved poetry, clenched his fists excitedly and jumped around a few times on the spot. Yang Hao, who was waiting to ask questions, was stunned. He said,"Father, are you stupid?"
"Yang Hao, I was wrong. I shouldn't have arrogantly claimed to be well-read!”
Yang Jingming grabbed Yang Hao's shoulders, his eyes shining like stars.""Quickly tell me, who wrote this 'Spring Daylight'?”
Yang Hao rolled his eyes, and his smile gradually became impudent as he said,"No problem. I can tell you who wrote 'Spring Day', but you have to promise me one thing. From today onwards, Dad, you have to study hard. If you get an official rank in the future, I can give you no less than 30 poems like this!”
"No problem!"
"I promise you all of this!"
Yang Jingming nodded without hesitation, as if he was willing to do anything as long as you told him who wrote the poem. Then, he asked anxiously,
"Now, quickly tell me, who wrote this 'Spring Daylight'?”
"The author is Meng Haoran."
"Who is he?" Yang Jingming asked curiously. Which dynasty?"
"She hasn't been born yet," said Yang Hao.
Yang Jingming couldn't help but pat the back of his head. As Yang Hao cried out in pain, he said angrily,""Isn't that poem written by you?”
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