majestic tiger

Chapter 673
Seeing his complexion, the woman tugged at his sleeve again and said, "Your Majesty, you swore a poisonous oath in front of my father, but you must do it, otherwise how will we poor mothers and young children live? "

What she is trying to persuade him now has two meanings, one is to see that he is a little bit reckless, and the other is to worry that he will really suffer retribution for breaking his oath.That's why I have this advice.

Wucha pulled the sleeves from her hand in displeasure, and replied angrily: "I heard, you are the only one who has a lot to do."

But after she said that, he really thought of the pair of eyes that the old father-in-law stared at him before he died. It was so cold, his legs trembled, and there was a cold swish from the top of his head.

Wu Cha gritted his teeth, and quickly pulled the subject away: "Okay, don't talk about it anymore. Let's talk about the matter in front of you first. After a few days, I plan to go back to Xirong."

"Lang Jun, isn't it dangerous to go back now?" The woman said with a trembling voice in fear.

Wucha snorted: "Didn't you just say the big girl, I'll go back to see the big brother, and talk to him by the way, see if there is any way to get the big girl out."

When the woman heard this, she immediately became happy, and her tear-stained face turned into a flower with a smile.

"Let's go back, sir, but be careful, I'll help you pack your things right away, and bring more food for the road." After speaking, he turned around and left.

Wucha, who originally wanted to call her back, opened his mouth and thought about it. When she went to clean up, he would be cleaner.

After all, the eldest girl is also his only daughter, and he also wants to find an opportunity to bring his daughter to the capital. This time seems to be a good opportunity.

After seeing off Runtu and his son at Yunxia's house, seeing that it was still early, Yunxia's mother drove the children to the school.

When Yunxia and her party arrived at the school, Mr. Xiao had already taught for a while.However, he knew that the children were very busy these days, so he nodded and signaled them to sit down quickly.

After they sat down, Mr. Xiao continued to give lectures.

As the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Contest is approaching, Mr. Xiao mainly talks about poetry during this period, focusing on poetry about things.

At the poetry competition, every year, the queen empress points to something, and the contestants recite poems in a short period of time, and it is often the finale of the competition. It can be said that winning this part is basically considered a prize The top of the race.

Last year, Ju Lian was not the most outstanding in the first two sessions, but he was favored by the Empress Empress in the poem about objects, and finally became the biggest winner of the poetry competition.

So on the second day after the poetry competition, Ju Lian went to the school to accept his head and bowed, and sincerely thanked Mr. Xiao for his careful guidance.

This year, Mr. Xiao has already made a calculation in his heart. Li's school has Julian and Yunxia, ​​and he is very confident that he will make another glory in the poetry competition.

"Okay, let's talk about my favorite poems about chanting things for the teacher. After I finish talking, you can speak freely."

Standing in the middle of the school, Mr. Xiao is wearing a green shirt with a straight posture, like a pine in the snow; he has a warm smile, a clear voice, and a long beard fluttering under his chin, which makes him elegant and handsome, untouched by the mundane world. It seems to be soaked in a poem and painting.

"I am very fond of Yu Boshi's "Ode to the Cicada" as a teacher. Every time I read it, I have a different experience. This poem can be said to be engraved in my heart." After finishing speaking, Mr. Xiao looked out the window, as if in the I miss the chirping of cicadas on the trees in summer.

Although it is autumn now, there are occasional cicadas singing, but they are not as loud as in summer.

Yunxia also looked out of the window. The sky, which was still full of dark clouds just now, was blown by a gust of wind, revealing the bright sky again.

It rained in the morning, and the rain stopped when Runtu and his son went back, but after they left for a long time, the sky darkened again, and Yunxia was still worried that the father and son would encounter heavy rain on the road, but all of a sudden, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed and brightened again up.

As if God was helping, Yunxia was in a good mood and was very grateful.

Today is a beautiful day!
Soon, the husband withdrew his gaze and began to recite the poem emotionally.Yunxia also quickly returned her attention to her husband's lecture.

Hanging down to drink the clear dew, and the flow of Shutong.Living loudly from far away is not borrowing the autumn wind.

As the teacher recited in an elegant voice, a finely drawn picture appeared in front of the students.

The cicadas stretched out their thin mouths to drink the clear dew, and from time to time they uttered pleasant long chirps, which spread far and wide from the sycamore forest.

"Although the first sentence describes the shape and feeding habits of cicadas, it contains symbolic symbols everywhere. Hanging cicadas are crown tassels, implying noble status. Under Bo Shi's wonderful pen, the purity and nobility are unified; and the second sentence is used to float in the sparse trees. The flowing sound of the cicada depicts the loudness and strength of the cicada's sound, and vividly outlines the elegant and elegant style of the cicada.

The sound of cicadas spreads far and wide, and the joy and prosperity are flying together, vivid and vivid! "

Mr. Nian Xu sighed and admired this poem very much.

After he finished speaking, he paused, and slowly looked around at the students in the school before continuing: "These two sentences can be said to have reached the realm of chanting things in which the "I" and the thing are one. When you are writing poetry chanting things , You must remember to hold things well in order to write good feelings. The first two sentences of this poem have something to say, so that the last two sentences can be well-founded.

Next, I want to focus on the last two sentences. Speaking of which, I like these two sentences the most.This is the finishing touch of Bixing's sustenance. Mr. Bo Shi artificially "reaches far" through "being high", and the artistic conception is profound!
The words are wonderful, but the reality is the same. Looking at the history of people who have established themselves as high and clean, they do not need external support at all, and their reputation can be passed on to the world.

There are many poems chanted by the cicada in the world, but most of them are chanted for its voice. It is not an exaggeration to call it a wonderful and excellent work because of its unique character. "

After the husband finished speaking, he read the whole poem together again.

The emotion is abundant, the cadence is up and down, and the degree to which Mr. Li loves this poem can be seen.

After reading it, the teacher talked about how to make a good poem about chanting things. You must grasp the soul of the poem, that is, the theme and meaning that the poem wants to express.

Of course, the important basis of poetry about objects is the description of objects. How to describe objects well requires you to work hard on a daily basis, and on the basis of careful observation, can you describe vividly and accurately.

When it comes to the artistic conception of poems chanting objects, to be freehand, you have to think carefully and gradually improve your ability, from seeing mountains and rivers as mountains and rivers, to seeing mountains and rivers as not mountains and rivers, and then to seeing mountains and rivers as mountains and rivers, but living and soulful. .

Next, I will talk about Luo Guanguang’s poems about Chanting Cicadas. They are both Chanting Cicadas, but the appearances presented in their poems are quite different. "

Luo Guan?When the gentleman mentioned this name, Yunxia was still stunned for a moment, who is it?

Thinking about it carefully, Mr. usually uses the character or number of the person when he says his name. This poet should be surnamed Luo, with the word Guanguan.

Yunxia sticks out her tongue, she seldom remembers the names of poets, and she has never memorized many poems, so she can't remember which poet surnamed Luo it is. Could it be that there are only poets here?
So she turned around and asked Ming Guang in a low voice, which poem by Luo Guan do you like best?

Asking like this is also a skill, she was afraid that if this Luo Guangyuan was a well-known poet here, wouldn't it be strange if she didn't know him?
Unexpectedly, cleverness was misunderstood by cleverness, Ming Guang replied with a smile: It is the song "Once the Cicada" that Mr. said.

This, is it a waste of time to ask.

Yunxia turned her head a little depressed.

Ming Guang in the back was very happy, Yun Xia asked, she must also like this poem.

At this moment, my husband had already recited Luo Guanguang's poem, and Yunxia listened very carefully this time.

"The cicadas of Xilu sang, and the guest of Nanguan wanted to invade. It was like a shadow on the temples, and came to sing to Baitou.

The dew is heavy and difficult to fly, and the wind is loud and easy to sink.No one believes in nobleness, who is the heart of the table.

This poem was written by the poet in prison. The first sentence describes the singing of autumn cicadas and the homesickness of prisoners.Focusing on love and prosperity, the second sentence points out "mysterious shadows on the temples" and "white-headed chant"; three or four sentences, one sentence is about cicadas, and the other sentence is about the poet himself. , the effect of talking to each other. "

Mingguang's father read this poem to him when he was very young, and he quickly memorized it.At first he didn't quite understand it, but later, with his father's detailed explanation, he fully understood the poet's mood when he wrote this poem.

That was young, why didn't he feel that he was also in a cage?

Not only have to hide their names, but also pretend to be crazy and stupid.Even when he was young, he also had this kind of sad and sad thoughts.

But the only difference from the poet is that he does not have gray hair, he is still a newborn yang.The poet is gray-haired, still shouting loudly, and has a sincere heart; he is young and full of hope in the future, so he should, as said in the preface of this poem, sing the breeze of the trees, with the charm of the sky; Drinking the falling dew of high autumn is clear and fearful of people's knowledge.

Listening to his father retelling this poem at this time, Mingguang's mood is better than before. For him, the future will not only be more responsible and obligatory, but also add passion and joy.

He fixed his gaze on Yunxia's back in front of him, his right eye was bright and bright, as if the brilliant starlight melted into his eyes.

"...Okay, now that Luo Guanguang's poem about the cicada is finished, let me mention his other poem about the goose. Presumably everyone is familiar with the poem about the goose, right?"

Having said that, the gentleman smiled and looked at everyone.

The students all said yes, they knew it by heart a long time ago, and they couldn't be more familiar with it.

Yunxia suddenly realized that Luo Guanguang was one of the Four Heroes of the early Tang Dynasty, the famous King Luo Bin.

She also laughed and recited with her classmates, Luo Binwang's "Ode to the Goose" was the first poem Yunxia recited.

"Haha, that's very good. Calm down, children." The teacher stretched out his hand and made a gesture of pressing down. The students immediately silenced, and the school fell silent.

The gentleman nodded and continued with a smile: "You must not underestimate this poem written by Luo Guan when he was seven years old. The simple outline in a few strokes is full of naive and cuteness. White hair, red palms, Clear water, green waves, bright colors; bending neck to the sky, shouting and singing, showing a picture of a white goose playing in the water. In fact, it is quite meaningful.

......"

When the teacher spoke eloquently, the students all focused their attention on him and listened with great interest, as did Yunxia. Even though it was a poem that he knew well at the beginning, listening to the teacher gave him something new.

Ming Guang, who was sitting behind her, also listened carefully, except for occasionally staring at Yun Xia's slender figure or her jet-black hair, the rest of the time she was basically immersed in her father's lectures.

"Actually, when writing poems chanting things, it is more pleasing to form a concise and clear style. When you write this type of poems in the future, you can learn some experience from poems chanting goose. Alright, let's get back to business, let's talk about chanting for the teacher There is also a poem about the cicada, which is sung by Li Yishan. This is also a good poem about the cicada, and together with the other two, it can be called the three masterpieces of the poem about the cicada.

As a teacher, I can't help but want to chant aloud, so listen carefully.

It is hard to be full with high, but I hate Feisheng in vain.At five o'clock, the desire to be broken is sparse, and a tree is ruthless.

Bo Huan stalks are still spreading, and the hometown has been flattened.Fan Jun is the most policeman, and I also clean up my family. "

The husband read every word very slowly, as if he felt the same way.

After reading, Mr. began to explain this poem, especially emphasizing the difference between the writing technique of this poem and Luo Guan's. Half love.Obviously split, but the resulting effect is just as good...

Therefore, through layers of in-depth, elucidating the theme of poetry writing skills is also the most important thing for you to learn!Remember, although the poems about chanting things are about things, in the end they have to fall on emotion. "

Finally, Mr. made a summary.

The students all responded in unison. Under the master's wonderful explanation, Yunxiao, Yunzhong, and Zhiyuan all understood it, and felt that it was very beneficial.

"Okay, Master, I had a lot of fun talking today, and I forgot to let you take a break in the middle. Now let's go out and get some air."

After the teacher finished speaking, the children in the school agreed, talking and laughing, and went to the yard.

The teenagers gathered around Ju Lian, talking about the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Contest.Everyone is encouraging Ju Lian, hoping that he can come out on top again in this year's poetry competition.

Ju Lian shook his head and said, "Don't dare, dare not, this year Junior Sister Yunxia will go to the poetry competition, I think she is more likely to win the championship. But let me stop here first, I am better than Junior Sister Yunxia." Me, I am sincerely convinced."

Ming Guang, who was standing next to Ju Lian, said, "Brother Ju Lian and Yun Xia, please do your best. I hope our school will win the top two prizes in the poetry competition."

Ju Lian laughed out loud when he heard this, and said that he hoped.

The other teenagers were all excited and had great hopes for it.Also, their two classmates are very capable.

"It's a pity that you don't participate, Mingguang. If you also participate in the poetry competition, our school is still very sure to win the top three." Ju Lian sighed, and patted Xiang Mingguang on the shoulder, expressing his regret that Mingguang would not go to the poetry competition I will be sorry.

His words silenced the surrounding teenagers.

Mingguang's talent is obvious to all, but because of his family status, he couldn't go to the poetry competition to show off his skills, which is really embarrassing.

Especially Chenhang, because Mingguang looks like his elder brother, he feels closer to Mingguang, so Mingguang can't go, he is the saddest.For this reason, he was not reconciled, and he begged his father twice in private, asking him to find a way to help brother Mingguang, but his father said that he had no choice.

At this moment Chen Hang lowered his head and bit his lip, very unhappy.

"Don't be like this, everyone, you can't go now, maybe I can go in a few years." Ming Guang broke the silence and persuaded everyone.

　The two-in-one chapter is here.Ruyi is very busy with work today and tomorrow, the update may be irregular, and it will return to normal the day after tomorrow.By the way, I would like to show my cuteness here and ask for all kinds of support, thank you everyone, love (*︶*)..:*

　　
　
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