"Brother, do you still remember the poem you told me last night?”
"The last line of Du Fu's 'Painting of the Eagle', is' Why should I strike a mortal bird?。”
"It means,'Goshawk, when are you going to kill all those ordinary birds and use their blood to dye the grassland red!”
Zhang Yang was speechless.
Sister Zifeng: " Brother, did you know that when you said those words just now, you looked very much like Du Fu!”
Zhang Yang was speechless.
When Du Fu was young, he looked down on mediocre people.
He believed that all mortal things were boundless and that everyone was mortal.
Li Bai was probably the only one who wasn't an ordinary person!
Du Fu: " Li Bai, stand up. Forgive me for being blunt, but everyone here is trash!!!”
"This is fun, I want to play too!"”
Li Bai: " Du Fu, sit down. Meng Haoran, you've stood up. Forgive me for being blunt, but everyone here is trash!!!”
Du Fu was speechless.
Some feelings were ultimately wrong!!!
"Not bad. I've memorized everything I said yesterday. Then, recite Du Fu's 'Twenty-two Rhymes Presented to Wei Zuocheng.'”Zhang Yang said casually.
He looked like Du Fu, right?
Alright, then recite the ancient poem!
Sister Zifeng was speechless.
No way, brother, can your revenge be any more obvious?
Speaking of which, which poem is this? Can you give me a hint?
This name was a little unfamiliar!
"Brother, give me a hint." Sister Zifeng suggested weakly.
"Reading through ten thousand volumes, writing like a god.”Zhang Yang did not even raise his head and said directly.
"Ahhhh, this song!"
"I know, I know this!" Sister Zifeng was instantly excited!
Ever since Zhang Yang asked her to recite Du Fu's "The Song of the Eight Immortals in Drinking" last time, she did not manage to do so. After that, she went to review all of Du Fu's poems.
As for this poem, she had memorized it before, but she couldn't remember it at all just now.
Author of "Twenty-two Rhymes Presented to Wei Zuocheng Zhang": Du Fu
If a silkpants does not starve to death, he will be killed by the Confucian crown. The old man tried to listen quietly, and the humble son asked for a detailed explanation.
When I was a teenager, I served as a state guest early. Reading more than ten thousand volumes, writing like a god.
Fu material Yang Xiong enemy, poetry to see the son built relatives. Li Yong asked to know his face, and Wang Han asked to know his neighbors.
He thought he was quite outstanding and immediately boarded the main road. To make the monarch Yao and Shun above, and to make the customs pure again.
This meaning is actually depressed, singing is not hidden. He rode a donkey for thirteen years and lived in Beijing for spring.
In the morning I knock on the door of a rich man, and in the evening I follow the dust of a fat horse. The broken cup and the cold roast, everywhere hidden sorrow.
The emperor has recently been called up, very eager to ask for help. The green ghost drooped its wings, and its feet were not covered with scales.
I'm ashamed of my father-in-law's kindness, but I know his sincerity. Every time in front of all officials, I recite new good sentences.
I secretly imitate Gong Gong's joy, and I can't accept Yuan Xian's poverty. How can I be so unhappy that I can only run away like a horse?
Now I want to go east to the sea and go west to Qin. Still pity Zhongnan Mountain, look back at the clear Wei River.
I often want to repay you with a meal, let alone a minister who is willing to resign. The white gulls are vast and mighty, and who can tame them thousands of miles away?
……
This poem was over 200 words long, but Zifeng's sister was very strong and recited it directly.
Although it was a little stuttering, at least he managed to recite it.
Zhang Yang was a little surprised. Not bad, he really knew how to recite. He thought that he could make things difficult for Zi Feng.
It seemed that his plan had failed.
"Not bad. Since we're talking about this poem, I'll tell you about it.”Zhang Yang said happily.
Sister Zifeng hurriedly sat down obediently. She had really memorized this poem by heart. Such a long poem was really too difficult!!!
"The first part of this poem was actually all used by Du Fu to brag!”
"Look at how Du Fu is bragging!”
When I was young, I was a guest of honor
"Du Fu said that when he was young, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty invited him to watch the national ceremony.”
"This sounds like bragging. Du Fu was still in his forties…In modern terms, he was just a warehouse keeper.”
"How could Tang Xuanzong invite a storekeeper? This is impossible."
"Let's look at the next sentence!"
Reading through ten thousand volumes, writing like a god
"When I first came across this poem, I thought Du Fu was praising someone else!”
"Later on, I realized that Du Fu was praising himself.”
"He said that he had read more than ten thousand books and wrote as if he was a god. Look at how good Du Fu is at boasting!”
Sister Zifeng was speechless.
This…this truth was a little unbearable!
Enjoying Yang Xiongdi
"Who is Yang Xiong? Yang Xiong was the greatest Fu writer in the Han Dynasty. Du Fu felt that only Yang Xiong could barely compete with his own Fu.”
The poem looks at the son and the relatives
"It means that Du Fu feels that only Cao Zhi and Cao Zijian, who wrote the Seven-Step Poem, can barely compete with his poems!”
Li Yong asked for a face
"Li Yong was a famous scholar at that time, a national calligrapher.”
"Du Fu said that old man Li Yong wanted to meet me, but I didn't agree.”
"I feel that this sentence is a little credible. As for the rest, there's no doubt that they're all bragging!”
"Li Bai has a poem called 'Shangli Yong'. This poem is used to diss Li Yong.”
Author: Li Bai
The great roc rose with the wind in one day, soaring up to ninety thousand miles.
If the wind stopped and came down, it could still shake away the water.
People in the world see that I am always in a special mood, and when they hear my big words, they laugh at me.
XuanFu can still be afraid of the younger generation, a real man can not despise the young.
"Li Yong is the governor of Yuzhou. When Li Bai visited Li Yong, he was not welcomed by Li Yong because Li Bai loved to talk too much and was too annoying!”
"Then, Li Bai became unhappy and wrote this poem to diss Li Yong.”
"The most popular part of this poem is the first two lines: The great roc rises with the wind in one day, soaring up to ninety thousand miles.”
"But today, I want to talk about the last two sentences.”
"What does the last two sentences mean?”
"Li Bai said,'Confucius said that I'm powerful, so what's there to be proud of?？？”
"You can see how angry Li Bai was at that time.”
Back then, Li Bai was really arrogant and sociable.
Du Fu had always been Li Bai's number one fan. Since Li Yong dared to treat Li Bai like this, Du Fu, as his number one fan, would definitely not do it!
Therefore, if Li Yong really wanted to see Du Fu, it made sense that Du Fu would ignore Li Yong in order to avenge Li Bai.
As for the rest of Wang Han's words, just listen to them, don't believe them!
Who was Wang Han? It was the one who wrote about the luminous cup of grape wine.
Du Fu said that Wang Han still wanted to be his neighbor.
Mm, just listen, just listen!
Zhang Zifeng looked at Zhang Yang with his hands on his cheeks and asked curiously,""Brother, what kind of person was Du Fu in history?”
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