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Chapter 83 Enlightenment of Rhythm
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Horse House.

As the home of the richest man in Weicheng.

Like other merchant families, once they have money, the first thing they do is to set up their own family's private school for the children of their own family to come to study.

Mafu is no exception.

It's just that other families have a large population, and in the private schools, there are often young children who are babbling, or some teenagers are studying, but the population of the Ma family is small, and there are only one grandchildren, Ma Wencai.

Therefore, although the entire private school is large, there are only two people, Yang Chen and Ma Wencai.

Around the private school, some withered weeping willows are planted. Under the weeping willows are seats, and a pool of clear water is in front of the seats. Whenever you are tired from reading, you can come to the willow trees and sit on the chairs. Looking at the clear water, facing the breeze, take a good rest and feel refreshed.

"Master, shall we study poetry?"

"You also taught me poetry. When I learn it, I can write good poems at my fingertips like my master. At that time, I will also participate in various poetry meetings and become a great famous poet." .”

Yang Chen said with a smile, "The tree that embraces you is born at the end of the hair; the nine-story platform starts from the pile of soil; the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and the tall buildings also start from the ground. If you want to write poetry, you can do it. I want to see it." How about your level and foundation?"

Ma Wencai said excitedly, "Master, although I don't have the talent of Master, I have also learned to compose poetry. You can write a question and see how I do?"

Yang Chen looked inside the private school and saw a landscape painting hanging on the wall of the private school. This painting is very good, with mountains and water, flowers, birds, insects and fish.

Point to the painting.

"You take this painting as the theme, write a song casually, and let me see your level?"

Marvin was taken aback for a moment.

"Master, you mean, let me write a poem with a painting as the theme, but how do I do such a poem?"

Yang Chen smiled without saying a word, "Think about it, I believe you can do it."

for a long time!

Ma Wencai's face finally turned red, and there was still no ink on the white paper.

Finally some at a loss.

"Master, I have learned to compose poetry, but I have never really done poetry since I grew up, and my grandfather also said that poetry is all based on a flash of inspiration. Now I have no inspiration, and I really can't do it. "

Yang Chen laughed, "So, you can't do it?"

Marvin bowed his head, "It's really impossible!"

"It really can't be done?"

Ma Wencai gritted his teeth a little bit, so it's good not to hurt people like this.

"I really can't do it!"

Yang Chen picked up the pen and wrote a poem.

The mountains are colorful from afar, but the water is silent from near.

Spring is gone and the flowers are still there, and people are not surprised when they come.

A little poem can be written immediately.

A wisp of literary energy lingered from the poem manuscript, with a faint spiritual light, following the poem, the painting seemed to come to life, but Yang Chen's Divine Dao seeds moved slightly, and the white jade willow branches swayed, absorbing this wisp of literary energy .

When Marvin saw it, he was stunned.

This poem is written too simply.

If I just figured it out, I could write such a simple poem.

In his opinion.

This poem is nothing at all, just a line drawing, using sentences to write out the contents of the painting.

"Master, why don't you change the theme, maybe I'll be inspired immediately, and I can write a poem?"

Ma Wencai felt that he couldn't write poems that were full of philosophical interest and even lofty like Yang Chen's, but poems like "Painting" could still be made as long as he thought about it a little.

Master must not be underestimated again.

At this time, Ma Wencai was full of confidence.

"Alright!"

Yang Chen pointed to a painting on the wall again. This painting is about a crescent moon like a silver hook hanging on a towering mountain. Below the mountain is a vast desert. The vast desert is illuminated by the moon. As if covered with a layer of frost and snow, but in this desert, there is a very tall and handsome horse, raising its head and hooves to the sky and howling.

"Then you can write a poem with the horse in the painting, and let me see how good you are?"

Marvin responded, "Okay!"

Get up and walk to the picture, staring at the picture.

Usually very familiar picture.

However, no matter what happened at this time, Ma Wencai couldn't think of a suitable poem to describe this painting.

Can't help scratching my head.

What can we do now?
Why is it so difficult to do something that seems simple?

Still can't do it!
Marvin really wanted to find a crack in the ground and get in!

However, after all, I mustered up the courage, "Master, if the student can't do it, please ask Master to teach me how to compose poetry!"

Only when he saw Marvin did he lose his arrogance.

Only then did Yang Chen start writing.

The desert sand is like snow, and Yanshan is like a moon.

Why don't you use gold to connect your brain, and ride a fast horse in Qingqiu!
When writing the poem, Yang Chen had already mobilized the white jade branches to absorb the literary spirit emanating from the poem manuscript.

Another song!
Ma Wencai's face turned pale.

There is indeed a gap between people and people.

It's just that the gap is not too big.

Compared with myself, I was like a dead man.

At this moment, Marvin was ready to die.

It's really comparing goods and throwing them away, and comparing people to people.

Finish the poem.

Yang Chen put down his pen.

"Actually, writing poetry is not difficult, nor does one have to be inspired to write poetry."

Ma Wencai said, "Master, you are well-educated and talented. Of course you think writing poetry is not difficult, but writing poetry really doesn't need inspiration. How can you write good poetry without inspiration?"

Yang Chen said, "As the saying goes, if you are familiar with three hundred Tang poems, you will be able to chant poems even if you don't know how to read them. As long as you recite the poems made by the predecessors every day, you will gradually become able to compose poems!"

Tang poetry?

What is this stuff?
Ma Wencai expressed his incomprehension.

But he didn't ask.

When I asked, I seemed to be ignorant again.

I just need to remember it quietly, and then ask the old man.

Can you really compose poetry just by being familiar with it?

Ma Wencai was deeply suspicious.

However, he decided to give it a try, collecting the poems of the major poets of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and recite them every day to see if he could make a good poem.

"In addition to familiarizing yourself with other people's poems, you should also pay attention to learning some skills, such as rhyming!"

"Why do poems rhyme? This is because poems originate from emotions and are used for reciting. After reciting, there must be a tune. The folk songs in the Book of Songs are like this. , helps to express emotions, and can better infect the listener.”

"So if you want to learn to compose poetry, you must learn to rhyme. I once wrote a booklet about how to rhyme. It's called the Enlightenment of Rhythm. You can recite it with me. When you get familiar with the Enlightenment of Rhythm Now, I'm officially teaching you how to compose poetry."

Marvin nodded.

"Okay, let's start then. I'll recite a sentence, and you can recite a sentence. If you can't remember it, you can write it down and recite it by yourself!"

"Yes, Master, the student's brain is very good!"

"I will definitely remember it!"

"Okay, let's start studying the first volume first."

"Clouds meet rain, snow meets wind, evening sunshine meets clear sky."

"Clouds meet rain, snow meets wind, evening sunshine meets clear sky."

"Laihong is facing the going swallow, and the old bird is facing the singing insect."

"Laihong is facing the going swallow, and the old bird is facing the singing insect."

"Three-foot sword, six-jun bow, Lingbei faces Jiangdong."

"Three-foot sword, six-jun bow, Lingbei faces Jiangdong."

"The Palace of Qingshu on earth, the Palace of Guanghan in the sky."

"The Palace of Qingshu on earth, the Palace of Guanghan in the sky."

"The willows and willows are green at the dawn of Jia'an, and the garden is full of spring rain and apricot blossoms are red."

"The willows and willows are green at the dawn of Jia'an, and the garden is full of spring rain and apricot blossoms are red."

Yang Chen recited a sentence, and Ma Wen then followed it.

The sound of reading aloud came from the private school.

However, Mr. Ma, who came outside the private school and listened quietly to Yang Chen's lecture, was shocked.

"What is this? Why have I never heard of it?"

"Quickly ask someone to bring a pen and paper and write it down for me! I want to think carefully and study hard."

(End of this chapter)