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Volume One: Settling Down the Tang Dynasty Chapter 59 Li Feng¡¯s Poetry Commentary

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    After Cheng Yaojin carefully inquired about the relevant details of Brother Cheng Chubi, especially the details about Li Feng, he immediately told Brother Cheng Chubi to get out, and then frowned in thought.

    "Are you the one? It looks like it, but it's not the same. Why don't you invite me to my house? No, no. Forget it, I don't care if you are. Even if you are, anyway, it's not me who has the headache."

    Cheng Yaojin felt his mind was in a state of confusion. He suddenly realized that this matter had nothing to do with him. He was just too full to hold on, so he had nothing to worry about.

    After that, I started to taste the tea slowly, took a sip, frowned several times, then took another sip, rolled my eyes a few times

    It has been more than half a month since Li Fengda last came back from Chang'an City.

    During this period, with the help of Master Qi and the help of a group of fellow villagers, the house Li Feng wanted has been built.

    Since these houses are not used to live in people, we didn¡¯t pay too much attention to them and just built three thatched houses.  The wall is a loess wall. To put it bluntly, it is made of loess, which is thickened layer by layer and compacted to make it strong.  The roof is directly covered with thatch, and that's it.

    Originally, Li Feng wanted to use tiles to build it, but after Master Qi scolded him, "Prodigal son, this is for pigs to live in, not for you, why are you wasting that money?", so Li Feng gave up.

    However, as soon as the thatched house at the foot of the mountain was built, Li Feng's eyes suddenly lit up. The more he looked at it, the more beautiful he felt that this thatched house was still beautiful.

    It¡¯s so true that I never get tired of it.

    "Brother, why are you staring at this thatched house and smiling stupidly? It's not a brick house. It would look better if it could be made of blue bricks and black tiles."

    Seeing Li Feng, he kept staring at the thatched house and giggling. Little Yaya thought there was something strange, so she followed Li Feng, looking left and right.  However, I still didn't see anything interesting.

    "Go, you little girl, what do you know? You really don't have any artistic skills at all. We can't be too vulgar and have to be tasteful, you know?"

    " Seeing this little girl's face full of yearning whenever she mentioned this brick house, Li Feng decided to teach this little girl a good lesson.  Even if we don't want to be a lady, we can't be a vulgar woman either.

    "Oh, but, brother, what is artistic cell, and what is taste?"

    "This artistic cell, this, how should I put it, forget it, you are still too young, and you won't understand if I explain it to you. Well, for example, when I see this thatched house, I feel  Then, I thought of a poem, let¡¯s call it an artistic cell.¡±

    Although, in the past, I often used the words "artistic" and "taste".  However, when Li Feng wanted to explain to Xiao Yaya, he found that it was really difficult to explain.

    Fortunately, I had a flash of inspiration and remembered a poem.

    "Okay, okay, big brother, read it to me quickly. Big brother is great, and he has artistic qualities."

    This little Yaya, as soon as she heard that Li Feng could compose poetry, she immediately started applauding.  By the way, I praised Li Feng for his artistic ability, but on the other hand, the former Li Feng had no artistic ability at all.

    "Okay, be quiet, I'm going to read it, hum."

    In order to prove that he has always been artistic, Li Feng first held his head high, then coughed twice, and then put his hands behind his back.

    "The howling autumn wind in August"

    Pause, little Yaya applauds

    "Roll up the triple thatch on my house"

    Pause again, little Yaya, applaud again, cheers

    "Mao Fei crossed the river and sprinkled the western suburbs"

    There was another pause, little Yaya, her face flushed with excitement, her big eyes looking at Li Feng with admiration and expectation.

    Li Feng suddenly began to sweat on his forehead.  Because, he found that he only remembered these three lines of this poem, but he didn't know the rest.

    Why do you remember these three sentences? Of course, Li Feng felt that these three sentences were very powerful, so he remembered them as soon as he read them.

    "Mao Fei crossed the river and sprinkled the western suburbs, Mao Fei"

    "Brother, I just read this sentence, hurry up and write the next sentence."

    Looking at those big black and bright eyes, Li Feng wanted to slap himself in the mouth.  Then, I sighed secretly, as expected, plagiarism is bad. If you are not careful, you will be punished.  This poem is quite long to begin with, but I can only remember three sentences.

    "Damn it, I'm willing to risk everything. Let's add another line to him and make it a seven-character quatrain," Li Feng thought to himself.

    "You will suffer when it rains heavily"

    "Great, big brother is great, great, this poem is so well done.  The hut has been blown apart by the wind, and it will definitely leak when it rains heavily. It¡¯s terrible"

    Hearing Xiao Yaya¡¯s unabashed praise, Li Feng felt that he was three points more sweaty than Genghis Khan.

    ¡°Writing poetry is really not something humans do. It seems that we don¡¯t have the artistic ability at all, so we should just be ordinary people.

    "However, it seems that the sentence we added here is still pleasant to the ears. Well, as long as it is pleasant to the ears, then it is a good poem. Why, it is easy to remember and easy to remember. No matter how good the poem is, it is difficult to remember it.  no good"

    At this time, Li Feng could only comfort himself.

    Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of an excellent person who wrote excellent poems.

    That¡¯s General Dog Meat, Zhang Zongchang¡¯s ¡°Lightning Ode¡±

    "Suddenly I saw a chain of fire in the sky, as if the Jade Emperor was smoking. If the jade ring is not smoking, why is there another chain of fire?"

    Li Feng only read this poem once, and after bursting into laughter, he firmly remembered it.  Not only did he remember it, but every time there was thunder, he couldn't help but think of this poem, and then he would recite it again.

    In this way, the originally very dull mood immediately became relaxed, and when I was happy, I became even happier.

    Maybe, for some people, this poem is nonsense, or even not a poem at all.  However, in Li Feng's heart, this is a good poem, a good poem that can bring people happiness.

    "Come on, Yaya, big brother will write you another poem, okay?"

    When he thought of this, Li Feng's depressed mood suddenly became relieved.  When we write our poems, as long as we feel happy listening to them, we don¡¯t do other people¡¯s shit.

    Why bother with what people think or say behind your back.

    Anyway, it¡¯s just to add some fun, so I have to read poems to little Yaya again.  Of course, Xiao Yaya was so happy that she clapped her hands.

    "The mountains look dark from a distance"

    "Thin at the top and thick at the bottom"

    "Like turning a mountain upside down"

    "The next step is to come to Shantou and come out"

    The sun has set in the west, and the red glow is burning in the western sky.

    As Li Feng took Little Yaya and walked home, crisp sounds suddenly began to float over the entire Jianghu Village.

    Attached with the laughter like a silver bell.

    "Who wrote this poem? It's really amazing. What a poem. What a poem"

    Zhao Dazhu, Uncle Zhao, was preparing to have dinner when he suddenly heard a voice. He immediately took the big bowl in his hand and listened carefully.

    As soon as he finished listening, Uncle Zhao immediately drank a large bowl of wine and became bored.

    After sighing loudly, he actually started to read it too.

    And obviously, Uncle Zhao was not the only one who heard Xiao Yaya¡¯s voice.

    So, suddenly, there were bursts of "black mountain" sounds that kept ringing in the Jianghu Village, and each of these sounds was louder and louder than the last one.

    What a good poem. Once you hear it, you will understand it. Once you hear it, you will know it. Once you hear it, you will remember it. Damn it, what is it if it isn¡¯t a good poem?  This idea constantly filled the hearts of the villagers.
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