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Chapter 346 Difficulty, bitterness and hatred
"Boundless fallen trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in." Yang Fan sighed: "His life is all in the poems he left behind, a representative of the realist poets."

Aunt Thirteen frowned, why do I always feel like I am illiterate in front of Xiaofan?

The poet he was talking about didn't match the poets I knew.

Liu Qianqian even felt that she was ignorant. She had never heard of a poet who could write lines such as "I will be the top of the mountain, and I can see all the mountains at a glance" and "The boundless fallen trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling."

I have never even heard of these two lines.

So embarrassing.

Simply a shame.

"What's the name of this poet?" Aunt Thirteen asked Yang Fan.

A gleam appeared in Yang Fan's eyes, and he said, "Du Fu, the poet sage."

Aunt Thirteen was dumbfounded, Du Fu, the poet saint?
Which Du Fu, who sealed the title?
Why have I never heard of this poet?

"Is there no such poet in the textbook?" Liu Qianqian asked.

"No, he has never appeared in primary school textbooks or university textbooks, whether it was before or now." Yang Fan said.

Liu Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief: "Let me tell you, even if I don't remember the poets who appeared in the textbooks, I will still have a little impression when I tell them."

Aunt Thirteen asked Yang Fan: "Du Fu when he was young, what are those two lines of poems?"

Yang Fan said: "How is Mrs. Dai Zong?

Aunt Thirteen and Liu Qianqian fell into a brief silence.

Then they looked at each other, seeing the embarrassment and embarrassment in each other's eyes.

Still reading less.

People like Nalan Xingde and Tsangyang Gyatso have never been taught textbooks, and their fame and poems are rarely known.

Later, with the development of the Internet, people who like to read put their poems on the Internet, so that more people can know their existence.

After all, the length of textbooks is limited, and those who write textbooks will not only consider the literary value and educational significance of the works, but also because of their own contacts and preferences, some equally excellent works cannot be seen by students.

Most of the students are overwhelmed by textbooks and homework, and seldom read extracurricular books. Naturally, they don't have the knowledge to read a lot of books.

"Is it you who conferred the title of sage of poetry?" Liu Qianqian asked Yang Fan, it doesn't make sense that I have never heard of such a poem.

"No." Yang Fan asked: "When you hear this poem, don't you think of certain places you have been to?"

Before Liu Qianqian answered, Aunt Thirteen said, "Mount Huang? Mount Tai?"

Not to mention all 5A scenic spots in China, at least most of them are well-known, such as Huangshan, Shisan and Liu Qianqian have been to them when they were in school.

From the beginning of sensible, when people like them go to school and vacation, of course they travel around and increase their knowledge.

Among the poets in the three hundred poems of the Tang Dynasty, which one did not come here from traveling in mountains and rivers?

read more, walk more.

A poetic immortal like Li Bai even set foot in half of China in his whole life, which is very exaggerated in ancient times when transportation was extremely inconvenient.

"Well, it's Mount Tai. Du Fu wrote this poem when he was climbing Mount Tai." Yang Fan was very satisfied with Thirteenth Aunt, a very smart woman.

Liu Qianqian is probably still confused, wondering whether it is the Nanshan Mountain in the mountain city or the Fairy Mountain.

"Oh, come to think of it, climbing Mount Tai does have such a majestic feeling." Liu Qianqian said.

Aunt Thirteen looked at Yang Fan suspiciously, and asked, "Where are the next two lines of the whole poem?"

Yang Fan thought for a while and said: "The wind is rushing, the sky is high, the ape is mourning, the Zhuqing sand is white and the bird is flying back. The boundless fallen trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in. Thousands of miles are often guests in autumn, and one hundred years of illness is alone on the stage. Hardship, bitterness and hatred Frosty on the temples, down and out of the new stale wine glass."

Liu Qianqian exclaimed: "There is such a talented poet who is not well-known to the world. The people who compiled the textbooks are really blind."

Aunt Thirteen pinched Yang Fan: "Did you make it up yourself, there is no such a poet?"

After being reminded by Aunt Thirteen, Liu Qianqian finally came to her senses.

It's really possible.

"You discovered all of this." Yang Fan smiled and said, "Aunt Shisan reads a lot, so it's not easy to lie. In our history, there is indeed no poet like Du Fu."

"Do these two poems also exist?" Thirteenth Aunt asked.

"It didn't exist before, but it exists now." Yang Fan said.

Not long after he finished speaking, he squinted his eyes.

A hand stretched out from under the pillow, and pinched the part of his body where the most flesh and the most force were exerted.

It is useless to treat people like Shisan, and a nice word is worth ten thousand gold.

If it weren't for Liu Qianqian, Shisan would have sat up and bullied him by now.

Lifting his buttocks, Yang Fan sat down with that hand.

Thirteen's eyes widened, and then he tried to withdraw his hand.

"Lie to me again, I trust you so much!" Liu Qianqian also reached out and pinched Yang Fan's arm.

It didn't hurt very much, Yang Fan didn't care about Liu Qianqian, and said: "Being able to be deceived means that you don't study much. Don't watch the useless news on the Internet, such as whose sow climbed a tree. Watch more." Useful books, now is not the time for you to entertain. When you are older, you don’t have to work hard for your career, you can relax and entertain, see the world, and enjoy life.”

"Your tricks are hard to guard against. Didn't Thirteenth Aunt get tricked by you in the first place?" Liu Qianqian said in disbelief.

Yang Fan raised his butt.

Thirteen then withdrew his hand, covered it quietly, and rubbed it again and again.

"Guoguo, it's time to sleep." Yang Fan stood up.

The cartoon has just ended, and it's time for Guoguo to sleep.

"Are you going to sleep?" Yang Fan led her back to the room, and Guoguo raised her head while walking and said, "Dad, I don't want to sleep yet, can I play for a while?"

"No, there will be a lot of activities tomorrow. Don't you have a dance show? Go to bed early, and you can have fun tomorrow after you sleep enough." Yang Fan said.

"Oh, go to bed, remember to come and celebrate the holiday with me when Dad gets off work tomorrow." Guoguo followed Yang Fan into the bathroom, and after Yang Fan turned on the faucet of the sink, she put her hands down to wash.

After washing her hands, she turned off the tap by herself and went out with Yang Fan.

Walking to the bed, taking off her shoes, the little girl climbed up and lay down: "Father, what story are you going to tell tonight?"

"Tell the story of "The Little Match Girl." Yang Fan sat down beside the bed.

"Wait for us for a while." Aunt Thirteen and Liu Qianqian also entered the room, and they also wanted to hear the story told by Yang Fan.

His stories are suitable for all ages.

The plot may be a bit naive, but he makes people feel very comfortable when he tells it, and it is not too much to say that it is fascinating.

ten minutes later.

After telling the bedtime story, Guoguo also fell asleep, Yang Fan got up and went back to his room.

As soon as she sat down at the computer desk, Liu Qianqian opened the door and walked in generously.

(End of this chapter)