I, compose the 5000 years of China

Chapter 179 In my eyes, there are no poets anymore! ! !
The actor who played Bai Juyi left the venue after enjoying the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River.

At this time, the entire stage was handed over to Chen Fan.

looking at the audience.

Chen Fan had a bitter look for no reason.

"Although these poems are popular, in fact, to Bai Juyi, they are nothing more than trivial skills. His real ideal is not to write such powerful poems..."

Such a sentence made everyone have some doubts.

This poem is not written to spread, what is it for?
Aware of everyone's doubts, Chen Fan continued.

He once wrote a letter to his good friend Yuan Zhen, and he said this: "I used to share my poems with others, and they all said that they were well written and neatly written, but in fact I have not reached the level of a poet. Since I became an official in the imperial court, I have grown older and experienced more and more things. Whenever I talk to people, I ask more about current affairs. Whenever I read history, I find out more about the principles of governing the country. Only then do I know that articles should be written for current events. , poetry should be created for reality.

It was at this time that I was promoted to a Bachelor of the Imperial Academy, and I was also an official of Zuo Shiyi. I received the paper for writing remonstrance chapters with my own hands. Apart from writing memorials and directly stating opinions to the emperor, I could relieve the suffering of the people and make up for the lack of current affairs. For matters that are difficult to explain directly, they are written into poems and slowly let the emperor know.First of all, it is used to broaden the emperor's knowledge and help him consider and deal with state affairs.The second is to repay the emperor's kindness and reward, and fulfill the duty of an admonisher. "

The story that Chen Fannian wrote was "Nine Books with Yuan" written by Bai Juyi to Yuan Zhen.

Yuan is Yuan Zhen, because Yuan Zhen ranks ninth, so it is also called Yuan Jiu.

It should be said that there were two pairs of good friends in the middle of the Tang Dynasty.

One is Liu Yuxi and Liu Zongyuan.

The other pair is Bai Juyi and Yuan Zhen.

Both pairs can be said to be close friends of life and death.

So many times, two people will express their inner thoughts to each other.

The poems written by Bai Juyi before are certainly admirable.

but.

After hearing Chen Fan speak out about Bai Juyi's ideals and ambitions, everyone suddenly found that Bai Juyi's poems had become different.

Yes.

What do other people write poetry for?
Maybe many people write poems to express their emotions, some write poems for the sake of writing poems, and some even write poems to show their literary talents.

but.

In Bai Juyi's place, it was not like this.

He wrote poems to present his opinions to the court and the emperor, and to show his political thoughts.

This realm of life, it can be said, instantly surpassed countless poets.

"What the hell, is there such a high realm in writing poetry?"

"The poor are good for themselves, and the rich are for the world. It turns out... Bai Juyi has followed this way all his life."

"I suddenly feel that no matter how high the poems written by other people are, they can't compare with Bai Juyi."

Yes.

Why was Bai Juyi one of the three great poets of the Tang Dynasty in the previous life?

In addition to the uniqueness of Bai Juyi's poems, it is because Bai Juyi wants to imitate the way of sages through poems.

[Emperor City is about to fall in spring, and there are noisy cars and horses passing by.

When we were talking about peonies together, we went to buy flowers together.

There is no constant price for high or low, and the reward depends on the number of flowers.

Burning hundreds of red flowers, only five bundles of vegetables.

The upper part is covered with tents, and the side is woven with hedges.

Water is sprinkled and mud is sealed, and the color is the same as before.

Every family is customary, and everyone is delusional.

There is a farmer's old man who occasionally comes to buy flowers.

Bow your head and sigh alone, this sigh is unexplainable.

A clump of dark flowers, a gift from ten households. 】

Suddenly, Chen Fan read aloud softly.

this poem.

It was "Buying Flowers" written by Bai Juyi.

It is also one of the ten poems in "Qin Zhongyin".

Another spring has arrived, and Chang'an is full of traffic as usual.

Because this is the time when the peonies bloom, many wealthy families in Chang'an come out to buy them.

These flowers bloom very brightly. In order to sell them at a good price, the businessman put pots on these flowers and filled them with fertile soil.

This is nothing, because it was the same in previous years.

but.

At this time, an old farmer accidentally saw these flowers, so he came to have a look.

After reading it, he let out a long sigh, turned around and left.

Who cares?

Perhaps what people saw was that the old man couldn't afford it.

but.

What they don't know is that the price of this clump of dark peonies is equivalent to the annual tax of ten middle-class families.

What Chen Fan said was not loud.

the other side.

While Chen Fan was narrating, the scene of selling flowers on the streets of Chang'an also appeared on the stage.

When looking at the back of the old man leaving, everyone couldn't help but feel their noses sore.

but.

Chen Fan didn't stop.

After the old man had no choice but to turn around and leave, a group of carriages and horses suddenly came on the road.

Their horses are handsome, and their saddles are blindingly bright.

If you ask who they are, they are all officials and ministers of the emperor.

You see, they wear clothes with red ribbons on them, that's doctors.

As for the purple ribbon, it is the general.

Their status is so noble, what are they going to do?

It turned out to be a grand banquet.

There are countless mountain delicacies in the banquet, including fruits grown on the edge of Dongting Lake, and fresh and tender fish slices.

When they are full, they look very leisurely and contented, and when they are drunk, they become full of air.

but.

What they don't know is.

Or, they actually do.

This year, there was a severe drought in the south of the Yangtze River, and people cannibalism appeared in Quzhou.

Bai Juyi wrote this song "Light and Fat" based on the phenomenon he saw at that time.

"It was a year of drought in the south of the Yangtze River, and people in Quzhou cannibalized..."

"I……"

Looking at Chen Fan in the camera.

Listen to the poems written by Bai Juyi.

Everyone opened their mouths, not knowing what to say.

Some people feel that their faces are red and hot.

The tears in the corners of some eyes could no longer be held back and just fell down.

Some looked at themselves, then closed their eyes again... There was a turmoil in their minds.

Although this is written about the situation in the Tang Dynasty.

But, didn't it happen in modern times?
The stage play in the camera has changed again.

The original Chang'an streets, those generals and doctors have left.

Suddenly, an old charcoal seller came from afar.

Because he has been burning charcoal for decades, not only is his face covered with dust, but his entire face seems to have been smoked.

It's a pity that he is so old, his hair is white, and all ten fingers are black.

But the more so, the more he wants to come out to sell charcoal.

As for the purpose of selling charcoal?
Just to buy some clothes for myself, and a few bites to eat.

But at this time, a gust of wind suddenly blew up, which made the old man shiver.

He grabbed his clothes tightly, and said in his mouth: "It's colder, it's colder."

Yes.

The colder the weather, the higher the price of the charcoal he sells.

Although he knew that he was wearing only a few clothes.

What's even more tragic is that it snowed all night last night, and the entire road was covered with heavy snow that was less than a foot thick.

But the old man waited and waited until the sun was already high, and the charcoal was not sold yet.

At this moment, two handsome horses suddenly came from afar. They turned out to be eunuchs in the palace.

When they saw the old man's charcoal, they dismounted immediately, took the documents, and said loudly, the charcoal in your cart has been confiscated.

Then pull the whole car of charcoal away.

Although the old man was extremely distressed, he stood there blankly, unable to do anything.

The last two eunuchs threw a ten feet of red silk at the old man and said, "This piece of cloth is the price of this cart of charcoal."

The actor leaves.

Chen Fan stopped talking.

The whole scene suddenly fell silent.

It's as if the live stream is stuck.

"I, I'm going to die."

"Me too."

"I can't stand it anymore, I wipe my eyes."

No need to say anything.

Just watching the performances of the previous actors in the dance, countless people felt as if they had been whipped, and felt uncomfortable all over.

And Chen Fan shook his head, revealing a wry smile.

[The charcoal seller is cutting firewood and burning charcoal in Nanshan.

His face was dusty and smoky, and his temples were grey and black with ten fingers.

Where can I get the money from selling charcoal?The clothes on the body and the food in the mouth.

Poor body coat is single, worried about charcoal cheap wishing the weather cold. 】

Listening to the song "Carbon Seller" recited by Chen Fan, the scene just now appeared in front of everyone again.

Especially when the old man was shivering from the cold, but at the same time hoped that the weather would be colder.

Even if you don't need to empathize, you can feel the poverty.

And some middle-aged spectators who have been here before, have already burst into tears when they heard this sentence.

Their previous poverty may be somewhat different from that of the carbon sellers.

After all, the times are different.

But the paths they traveled back then were not much different.

[Yelai a foot of snow outside the city, Xiao drove a charcoal cart through the ice ruts.

The days of hunger for cattle and people have been high, and they are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the city.

Who are Pian Pian Liang Qi?The yellow messenger white shirt.

Hold the clerical dictation, and return to the car to lead north.

A car of charcoal, more than a thousand catties, the imperial ambassador will not regret it.

Half a bolt of red gauze and one zhang of silk, tied to the bull's head and filled with charcoal...]

No explanation needed.

Chen Fan didn't explain either.

The performance on the stage just now, and the song "The Carbon Seller" have perfectly interpreted this scene.

"Is this the Poet Demon Bai Juyi?"

"Ah."

"In my eyes, there are no poets anymore."

Countless people only feel that their blood seems to be burning.

In fact, when Chen Fan started talking about Bai Juyi's "Selling Flowers", they felt that their nerves seemed to be stimulated by something.

Until Bai Juyi's "Light Fat" later.

Then to the present "Carbon Sellers".

Countless audiences felt the ambition in Bai Juyi's heart at once.

"What is poetry for?"

"It's not for expressing one's talent, nor for reciting poems, nor for writing poems."

"Writing poems is to express one's opinion to the emperor and relieve the suffering of the people..."

Someone stood up.

then.

The two stood up.

The three stood up.

Everyone, all stood up.

……

"Teacher Chen Fan, can I take a photo with you?"

"Mr. Chen Fan, the carbon seller made me, a big man, cry."

"Mr. Chen Fan...Who are you talking about in the next issue of poets?"

"There are more than three hundred Tang poems" is over.

Chen Fan was once again surrounded by countless audiences.

just.

For the next installment of poets that everyone says.

Chen Fan shook his head and said, "Bai Juyi hasn't finished speaking yet."

"what?"

Everyone was stunned: "Teacher Chen Fan, Bai Juyi hasn't finished yet?"

Chen Fan nodded.

"Bai Juyi has two issues?"

"Yes."

"Oh my God……"

Everyone almost couldn't believe it.

Today's Bai Juyi has gone against the sky.

There is another episode of Bai Juyi?

They can't imagine.

But for Chen Fan.

Poetry Demon, Poetry Demon.

How can Bai Juyi, who has not become a demon, be called a poetic demon?
(End of this chapter)