"Although Li Bai is known as the Immortal Poet, I like Wang Wei's poems the most.‘Fruits fall in the rain, grass and insects cry under the lamp. What kind of artistic conception was this!”One of the female voices said.
Another female voice sounded." Compared to those romantic or graceful poets, I prefer Du Fu. He can write poems that are concerned about the country and the people, but he can also write romantic and beautiful poems.”
"Other than 'the wine and meat of the vermilion gate', Du Fu can also write romantic poems?”The first female voice chuckled.
"Of course. The stars are hanging in the sky, and the fields are wide.”The other person was a little anxious.
"Moon Surging River!" Ye Chuan walked into the office as he spoke.
"Yes, yes, yes, the Moon Surges the Great River! Autumn Leaf, look at how beautiful this poem is!”The second female voice was so happy that she almost jumped up.
Ye Chuan walked into the office and immediately saw two female teachers chattering away. He recognized one of them as Ran Qiuye.
The other female teacher was about the same age as Ran Qiuye. She had a shiny braid behind her head and was wearing a black and white floral shirt. Her clothes were a little loose, but they could not hide her curvaceous figure.
At this moment, she was staring at Ye Chuan with a pair of clear and transparent eyes, her eyes filled with curiosity.
Du Fu's poem was not as famous as his other poems. Those who knew this poem were very accomplished in poetry.
Ye Chuan also stared at the other party. At this moment, he felt his heart skip a beat.
He had been in this era for some time, but he had never seen such a lively girl. At first glance, she looked 80% similar to a female star from Jiang Province in his previous life named Yaya, but she had a more pure aura.
The girl's face turned red from Ye Chuan's stare and she quickly lowered her head.
"Who are you?" Ran Qiuye asked.
Ye Chuan quickly averted his gaze and said with a smile,"Hello, I'm from the material recycling company. I'm here to see if there's any waste paper or books in your office that can be recycled.”
Ran Qiuye pointed at a pile of old books on the ground and said,""I just happened to have some. You can take them with you later! Mrs. Tong, do you still have old books?”
Mrs. Tong raised her head. Her face was still slightly red. She ignored Ran Qiuye's words and asked,""You like poetry too?"
Ye Chuan said with some embarrassment,""I've done some research."
Ran Qiuye covered her mouth and snickered." I called you fat and you're panting. Mrs. Tong and I are both language teachers. You said that you're quite knowledgeable in front of us. Isn't that just showing off in front of an expert?”
As she spoke, she giggled again. Mrs. Tong also covered her mouth and giggled, but her eyes were fixed on Ye Chuan.
Ye Chuan had a good impression of Mrs. Tong. Seeing that there was a common topic, he was naturally not in a hurry to leave.
"When I read poems, I prefer to understand the stories behind the poets, so I unconsciously memorized more poems.”
"Then tell us." Ran Qiuye said. Although Mrs. Tong didn't say anything, her eyes were filled with anticipation.
The folk customs of this era were simple and honest. Many people considered themselves as literary youths. Even hooligans liked to recite a few poems. Girls generally fell for this.
Ye Chuan saw the opportunity and said,""For example, Li Qingzhao, a talented woman of the ages, was able to enjoy herself even when her country was destroyed and her family was destroyed. She wrote,'It's good to be idle on the pillow, and the scenery in front of the door is beautiful when the rain comes. Su Shi, the genius hand-picked by the emperor, had experienced ups and downs in his life. Even at his lowest point, he still did not change his free and easy nature. He wrote," A little bit of Great Spirit, a thousand miles of happiness and the wind." This kind of heart made people yearn for it.”
The two of them listened very seriously. Ye Chuan smiled and paused before continuing," Li Yu's best poems were written from the time when an emperor was reduced to a prisoner.'Rouge tears, leaving me drunk, when will it be heavy? It's natural for life to be filled with regret. The water flows eastward.''I ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward in spring.' There was also Lu You, who looked like a weak scholar but had always cared about his country.'Is this body a poet? Riding a donkey into Swords Gate in the drizzling rain' and 'Lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse and the ice river come into my dream'.”
After Ye Chuan finished speaking, he saw the two of them open their mouths in surprise. Their faces were filled with disbelief, and there were stars in their eyes.
Every line of poetry in his speech was at his fingertips. There were some that were famous throughout the ages, and there were even some that they had never heard of before.
Mrs. Tong sized up Ye Chuan with a flushed face. She had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. There was a gentle smile on her face, giving people a very reassuring feeling.
How could such a person be a waste collector? The two of them did not quite believe it.
"Are you really a waste collector for a material recycling company?”Mrs. Tong asked.
"It's true. I work at the nearest business branch in our school.”Ye Chuan didn't hide the fact that he was a waste collector.
"But you know so much!"
"Who said that a waste collector can't read? People can be without education, but they can't be without culture.”Ye Chuan stared into Mrs. Tong's eyes and said.
Mrs. Tong was even more embarrassed by his naked gaze, but she did not have the slightest intention of getting angry.
"I didn't expect you to have such a deep understanding of poetry.”
"Actually, if you study from a different angle, you'll find a lot of interesting things.”
The two of them didn't realize that their teachers were being educated by a waste collector. Instead, they kept nodding.
"Some poets are graceful and restrained, some are frontier fortress poets, some are devoted to mountains and rivers, some are critical of current affairs, some are naturally optimistic, and some drown their sorrows in wine.”
Ye Chuan paused and stared at Mrs. Tong without blinking.""There are also people who are good at writing love poems. Every poem is beautiful and moving.”
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