Da Bong fights more people

"This is Mr. Zhang's character." A student recognized it.

More students are concentrating on the poems on the paper.

"Third watch lights and five watch chickens are just men who are ashamed, ashamed when they are studying. After Qiu Wei, I never read at night with lights on."

"This poem looks simple and ordinary at first glance, but it reveals a profound truth, which is thought-provoking."

"It's so simple and ordinary. Black hair doesn't know how to study hard early, and Bai Shoufang regrets studying late! The avenue is as simple as it is, and the wise words are all in it."

"Bai Shoufang regretted reading too late. I used to be too slack. I was addicted to hand-talking and traveling, and I put less and less energy on reading. After reading this poem, I realized that I will definitely regret it in the future."

"Which great Confucianist wrote this poem?"

More and more people crowded under the low wall, looked up at the poem on the wall, and when they were immersed in their emotions, they resonated greatly with this exhortation poem.

The scene depicted in the first couplet made the students feel ashamed.Although I have tried my best to study, who can make the lights on the third watch and the chicken on the fifth watch?

But this is not a lie, because such examples do exist. The great Confucians and gentlemen of the college often use their own examples to warn students.

And some of the students are very hardworking, and they also stay up late to study hard.

What really makes young students palpitate is the second couplet: The black hair doesn't know how to study early, and Bai Shoufang regrets studying late.

As if announcing their future encounters, some young people who have been lazy in their studies recently, after asking themselves, feel palpitations, fearing that they will regret it when they die in the future.

In the bottom of my heart, the emotion of living up to the spring and studying hard.

Not far away, at the edge of Daping, three great scholars watched this scene. Chen Tai stroked his beard and laughed loudly: "They all say that poetry is useless, but they don't know that poetry is the most touching. Xu Ningyan is really a peerless poetic talent."

Seeing the exhortation poems actively mobilized the students' emotions, Zhang Shen couldn't help but smile on his face: "It's true, he only used a cup of tea, this level, not to mention today, is the same as looking at history. , can also be among the best.”

Li Mubai suddenly asked: "He said that he has already abandoned his studies, do you believe it?"

The two great scholars nodded at the same time, Li Mubai couldn't help laughing: "Why do you see that?"

"When composing poems, he let Cijiu write for him." Zhang Shen said.

"As a scholar, how can someone else write a poem for you?" Chen Tai added, "Unless he is not good at calligraphy."

All scholars are proficient in calligraphy, which is a basic skill.

Li Mubai said with emotion: "It's a pity, he is already at the age of the crown, it's too late to switch to Confucianism and Taoism."

Chen Tai was heartbroken: "It's a waste of money for such a talent to learn martial arts."

A rough martial artist is not worthy of Xu Ningyan's astonishing talent.

Zhang Shen seemed to have thought of something, and said indignantly: "I heard from the old saying, when the two of them were young, his father made a decision, that they would go to school and study, and would rather have banquets and practice martial arts."

"Then Xu Pingzhi was not a son of man, and wasted a seed of study in vain. It is really hateful and hateful." Li Mubai said bitterly.

The two great Confucians agreed.

ps: I really want to put it on the shelves as soon as possible, and start to explode (funny).

Chapter 40 Battle

Li Mubai looked at the announcement wall, more and more students gathered, and even the gentlemen of the academy came over after hearing the news, slapped their thighs excitedly, and praised the poem for its ingenuity and simplicity.

Li Daru's ears moved, catching the intermittent conversation sent by the mountain wind:

"First, there is a poem that no one in the world knows the king, and now I publish a poem to encourage learning. Is it true that I have followed the way of poetry of the Confucian scholars, and am I about to rise again?"

"In the past 200 years, there have been very few excellent poems. Now that these two poems are published, our generations of scholars finally have the face to face future generations."

"Compared to no one in the world who doesn't know the king, this poem of persuasion must be spread more widely, and it will be used to admonish scholars from time to time."

"Why is there no signature, which great Confucian made it?"

Without a signature, this poem must have been widely circulated. Li Mubai's heart moved, and he glanced at the two friends who were talking in a low voice. He backed away calmly and left.

Zhang Shen suddenly noticed that Li Mubai was gone, "Where's Brother Chunjing?"

"I was still here just now." Chen Tai looked left and right, raised his finger to the direction of the low wall: "There."

Zhang Shen followed the prestige and saw Li Mubai holding back the students, writing something on the huge paper with a pen.

Zhang Shen and Chen Tai concentrated their attention, their pupils suddenly became deep, and every detail could be seen a hundred meters away.

The two of them saw it clearly, and Li Mubai wrote this line of small characters next to the words "Poetry of Encouraging Learning":

"At the end of Gengzi and the beginning of Xin Chou, my teacher Mu Bai persuaded me to learn, and I wrote this poem because of my feelings."

It means that at the end of Gengzi and the beginning of Xin Chou, my teacher Li Mubai advised me to work hard, and I deeply agreed, so I wrote this poem.

Can this also be rubbed?The minds of the two great Confucians burst instantly.

"Shameless old thief, put down your pen!"

The Yage Pavilion behind the academy is built on the hillside, adjacent to the Liufold Waterfall in the east, and the evergreen bamboo forest in the west.

Bamboo is a rare commodity in the north, and it is not easy to grow and multiply. The scene of bamboo shoots springing up after a thunderstorm overnight can only be seen in the south.

The gentlemen of the academy transplanted bamboo from the south and worked hard to cultivate it. It took 50 years to grow this lush bamboo forest.

Scholars have a special fondness for bamboo, and appreciate its strength of character. They often use bamboo as a metaphor for others and themselves (emphasis in appreciation).

The dean of Yunlu Academy came to see it one day, hey, the bamboo forest is so dense, the bamboo is not afraid of the severe cold, and the character of the four seasons is strong, isn't it just me.

Everyone agrees, and I will live here from now on.

As a result, Accord became the dean's retreat.

In a simple and elegant tea room, an old man in sackcloth and a woman in Chinese clothes sit and drink tea opposite each other, and a row of strong and sharp soldiers guard the outside of the Accord.

The old man's gray hair was scattered freely, showing a bit of slovenliness and unrestrainedness. The nasolabial folds and the Sichuan-shaped lines between the eyebrows are extremely deep, and when he smiles, the crow's feet are better than the former two.

Judging from the appearance alone, it is hard to think that this old man dressed as a down-and-out Confucian scholar would be the dean of Yunlu Academy.

The leader of contemporary Confucianism.

The woman who was drinking tea opposite him had already passed Double Ten, but she was wearing a simple bun with a shining golden step rocking in it, which was obviously an unfinished attire.

She was wearing a moon-white gorgeous long dress, the hem of which trailed to the ground.

Her appearance is elegant and refined, just like a water lotus that washes but is not demonic.And those clear eyes are like an ice mirror, which can hardly conceal the aloofness and luxury.

The long-opened figure is exquisite and embossed, with attractive curves.