Mohist Tang

From ancient times to the present, it has represented the highest honor of literati. It has been sought after by everyone. With a good poem, how many unknown people have risen to fame and fame all over the world, even Promotion and nobility, fame and history.

How many people can’t ask for a good poem all their lives, and regret it all their lives.

Whenever there is a good poem, it will spread all over the world in the shortest time and become famous overnight. Brothel women should not be entangled with capital, but only ask the poet to write a poem.

The most powerful one here is Liu Yong of the Song Dynasty. The emperor asked him to write professional lyrics. The brothel woman was his iron fan, and he never spent money to read brothel throughout his life. When he died, he still had the whole opening. All the women who cleared the house came to see off. The brothel woman walked on the coffin, weeping bitter tears. What’s more, there is one who is too sad. Melancholy ends.

Of course there are some famous poems, but they dont know how to cherish them. It happens to be used on crooked ways, such as the poem as an advertisement.

“The poet, who feels the situation and expresses his heart, is in esteem and shows his art…”

Guozi Court Academecian quoted the classics when he mentioned poetry, shaking his head and shaking his head. Touted the Book of Songs. While staring at Mo Dun with hate iron for not becoming steel eyes, it seemed that Mo Dun had committed a heinous crime.

“bang!” Court Academecian, the son of the kingdom, closes the Book of Songs! The anger in his eyes never extinguished.

“I hope that you will be able to achieve something when you write poems with your heart. Don’t be like some people who have several points of talent, and don’t know how to cherish them. You don’t know that it is time for Jiang Lang to be exhausted, and regret is beyond reach.” Court Academecian refers to Sang Shuhuai.

“hmph!”

Court Academecian left in anger.

However, this is not the end. Mo Dun simply did not dare to look up all morning.

Every Imperial College of Supreme Learning Court Academecian shook his head and sighed disappointed when he saw Mo Dun. Even Mathematics Court Academecian Shen Hongcai had an expression of regret and anger. Mo Dun is inexplicable. If Court Academecian teaches the Book of Songs and loves poems, he can understand the feelings of Court Academecian. In other words, if you teach Mathematics, what’s the matter with such an expression.

“dong dong!” The bell rang out in the hall at noon, and Mo Dun, such as the amnesty, grabbed the book and wanted to rush out.

“Stop, the road is nowhere!”

Zu Mingjun and Kong Huisuo and other Supervisors of Class B immediately blocked the gate, each with a sinister smile, just like a group Wolves usually want Mo Dun to encircle them.

“What the hell do you want to do? I tell you, don’t mess around! You know?” Mo Dun warned with lack of confidence.

“Come on, I think its you, okay!” Kong Huisuo said with a sneer.

“Yes, do you know that I wanted to write a good poem! I meditated for days and nights. What happened? When I gave my poem to the Master, the Master took a look and then I didn’t even look at it.” Kong Huisuo denounced his history of blood and tears.

“You know, in order to write poems, I almost memorized all the poems of the predecessors. The result! Up to now, I don’t know how to write poems.” Zu Mingjun said quietly, full of resentment.

“What are you? The poems I wrote are more than enough for a collection of poems. As a result, you said, how many of my collections of poems have you finished reading!” The other supervisor was extremely angry. Turn the spearhead directly.

“cough cough! Let’s talk about your collection of poems later, now the most important thing is not this…” Kong Huisuo quickly changed the subject.

“Right right!”

A group of students from the Imperial College of Supreme Learning said in a row.

Suddenly everyone glared at Mo Dun again.

“And you? Peerless masterpieces come at hand! The most shameful you even used distorted poetry to advertise, today you dont want to tell us what it is. 30% Bai Exit this gate.” Zu Mingjun said arrogantly.

“Yes, not only to tell us, but also to write the whole poem.”

“Yes!”

Everyone in Bingshe shouted .

“Isn’t it just a poem, as for?” Mo Dun said weakly.

In later generations, writing a crooked poem is a common thing, but he underestimated the status of poetry in the mind of everyone.

“As for?” Zu Mingjun lengthened his voice. Among the many Imperial College of Supreme Learning students, although he is a child of the Mathematics Aristocratic Family, it does not mean that poetry does not have a high status in his heart. It’s almost the same.

“How many good poems can be spread throughout Great Tang in a year, so you won’t write another one for me to try.” Zu Mingjun gritted his teeth and said.

“Really?” Mo Dun couldn’t help but hesitated. Supervisor Bingshe suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart.

“Chun Mian does not know dawn…” Mo Dun stretched his voice.

Zu Mingjun’s heart was shocked. By the way, if the poem is good or not, sometimes the first sentence can be judged. It just so happens that this sentence is indeed a classic. Although it is simple, it has a long charm.

“Mosquitoes bite everywhere, and there is a big bear at night, no one can run.” Mo Dun quickly finished the remaining three sentences.

“Thumping.”

The entire student of Bingshe suddenly fell.

“Chun sleep without dawn, mosquito bites everywhere, big bears at night, no one can run.” It sounds beautiful, but the language except the first sentence is extremely crude.

Crooked poem, crooked poem! There was still a wailing in everyone’s hearts.

“Mohist Family Son!” Everyone in Bingshe suddenly gnashing teeth,

“Come on! I don’t believe you still have it!” Zu Mingjun said with hatred.

“Rizhao incense burner produces purple smoke, and Mo Dun came to the roast duck restaurant. His saliva flowed three thousand feet, and he touched his pocket without any money.”

“pu!”

Many Imperial College of Supreme Learning students suddenly vomited blood for three liters. Mohist Family Son is addicted to playing crooked poems, and even teases himself.

Mo Dun didn’t bring money to buy roast duck. You opened Mohist Food Court by yourself, and you have to pay for it.

“Anything else?” Kong Huisuo clutched his heart and said in grief. He has made enough psychological preparations to deal with any unexpected impact.

“The rain is plentiful during the Qingming Festival, and the lonely family wants to die. If you ask where the bachelor is, the shepherd boy pointed finger towards Mohist Village.”

There are many bachelors in Mohist Village, but Chang’an City is famous for rumors, but with the prosperity of Mohist Village, the number of bachelors in Mohist Village has dropped sharply. I did not expect that after Mo Dun ridiculed himself, even Mohist Village would not let go of ridicule.

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Bingshe was kneeling inside and outside. At this time, Bingshe had already attracted many Imperial College of Supreme Learning students. Hearing Mo Duns crooked poem, he immediately as if was struck by lightning.

“I’ll fight it for you!” The people in Bingshe rushed up in grief and ravaged Mo Dun.

Under the threat of Bingshes military force, Mo Dun only had to say the original poems of the three poems, but he did not say anything about the advertisement.

“Chun Xiao

Spring sleep does not know dawn,

Heard birds crying everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain in the night,

How much do you know about the flowers.”

Undoubtedly, this is indeed a good poem with profound artistic conception, but compared with Mo Dun’s crooked poem, it is a heaven and a ground.

With the obsessive people reading poetry, Mo Dun’s three poems generally spread throughout the entire Imperial College of Supreme Learning, and spread to Chang’an City at a rapid speed.