at first i just wanted to sing

Chapter 152 Tang Poems
Feng Nan didn't know much about the Great Tang in Xu Xian's mind. What she knew was more about Xu Xian's description of its culture when he talked about that dynasty.

Luo Binwang, who wrote poetry at the age of seven, Wang Bo, a genius boy, Yang Tong, who was waiting for the Hongwen Museum at the age of 11, and Lu Zhaolin, who was high-spirited and miserable, Xu Xian also named these four people: "Four Heroes of the Early Tang Dynasty".

Feng Nan also asked Xu Xian why these people were called the "Four Masters of the Early Tang Dynasty". Xu Xian replied: "The four who wrote the best poems in the early Tang Dynasty."

How good is it?

Feng Nan introduced to Lao Tang: "Wang Luo Bin is the oldest among the Four Masters in the early Tang Dynasty. He was seven years old when Li Shimin came to the throne. He wrote a poem called "Ode to the Goose."

Feng Nan opened the memo on the phone: "Xu Xian has read a lot of poems in the past few days, I can't remember them all, and they are all saved in the phone."

Old Tang's eyes were red, listen to what this is saying, he read too many poems?
Are there too many to remember?

Feng Nan found "Ode to the Goose": "The goose, the goose, the song is singing to the sky, the white hair floats in the green water, and the red palm touches the clear waves."

Her voice was so pleasant that Old Tang was a little intoxicated, "Is this really something a seven-year-old can write?"

Feng Nan gave Old Tang a white look: "It's fake, it's all written by my family Xu Xian. He said he was as old as he said. Besides, although there were not many young people who could write poetry in history, there were not many. It's a big fuss."

Old Tang: "Hey, you haven't married yet, why are you so protective of the kid surnamed Xu?"

Feng Nan: "I'm a man, I don't protect anyone."

Old Tang was a little angry, "Let me see if there are any other good poems."

Feng Nan gave Lao Tang the phone, but Xu Xian didn't actually write a few poems, but he wrote them when she asked about the representative works of "Four Heroes of the Early Tang Dynasty".

Feng Nan feels that Xu Xian is very hardworking. In order to please his future father-in-law, not only fabricating a dynasty that does not exist, but also writing poems for the characters in it, this is not much more difficult than fabricating a dynasty.

After all, you can refer to the history of the real world to adapt and insinuate a fictional dynasty, but you have to write poems for the characters that appear in it...
This is not only the "Four Heroes of the Early Tang Dynasty", according to Xu Xian, there are also "poetry immortals", "poet sages", "poet demons", "poet ghosts" and "poet madness"...

However, Wang Bo among the "Four Heroes of the Early Tang Dynasty" can only get the title of "Poem Master". Sometimes Feng Nan is worried about Xu Xian, if you set the tone so high, can you write corresponding good works later?

Don't be an excuse for Old Tang to laugh at Xu Xian.

Old Tang flipped through the poems recorded in Feng Nan's mobile phone, and the more he looked at them, the more surprised he became. Look at the words in this poem, "There are bosom friends in the sea, and the world is like neighbors."

Well, that's great, but I don't seem to have a confidant, if I really have one, it's my own wife, it's not Ruo Bi Neighbor, it's my intimacy among her.

Look at this sentence again, "It is better to be a centurion than a scholar."

Heroic, really heroic, being a scholar is not as interesting as fighting on the battlefield. As a scholar, I was blown to the position of the richest man by the wind without much struggle. Is that due to myself?

No, it's a good time. There is no such thing as the thrill of fighting with real materials on the battlefield with one knife and one gun.

Hey, let’s not talk about it, being the richest man is too hard, earning so much money, and still having no status at all when I go home, who knows my troubles.

This poem is really well written, Xu Xian is not bad, he really wants to write a good story about the Tang Dynasty: "Hey, why is this poem so many words, so long, is it still called a poem?"

Old Tang stared at the "Emperor Capital Chapter" on his mobile phone in a daze. "Emperor Capital" must be talking about Chang'an. I remember that in "Journey to the West", the country of the Tang Dynasty was in Chang'an.

Feng Nan took the phone back from Old Tang's hand, "I'll send this article for you to read, it's more than 700 words, don't waste time counting the words."

Old Tang was not happy, "It was written by Xu Xian, so it's a waste of time."

Feng Nan sent all the poems in the memo to Old Tang, and was about to go back to his office to handle official business.

Xu Xian wrote it very hard. After three nights, his hair almost fell out before he wrote it. He still said that it didn’t feel right, and he must have written something wrong.

It made her feel distressed, and she held him in her arms for a while to comfort her.

This young man, what if he loses his hair for writing this story, it's not worth it.

In Feng Nan's heart, every hair on Xu Xian's body is more precious than the stories he wrote.

When Old Tang received the poem, he looked at the official documents on the table and felt so disgusting. Back then, he clearly wanted to be a knight-errant who wandered the world, but now he was being staggered by these mortal worlds every day.

No, hurry up and train Nannan, let her take over as soon as possible, and then I will accompany my wife to explore the rivers and lakes.

It doesn't matter, read the poem first, and then you can pretend to be aggressive with your wife when you go back.

"A country with thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, with nine gates in the city. If you don't see the grandeur of the emperor's residence, you can know the dignity of the emperor. This is well written, and it immediately expresses the dignity of the emperor and the grandeur of the palace. It's a pity that such a palace is too big. If it’s too busy, why don’t you build one high and low.”

The back is still very long, and Old Tang read it with his head up and down, feeling the geographical features of Chang'an, a large country in the poem, the vastness of the world, its grandeur, and the danger and majesty of the fortress around Chang'an.

That is, where are the Qinsai and Han families in the sentence "Qin Sai's heavy pass is one hundred and two, and the Han family's departure from the palace is 36", are they two countries or a dynasty before the Tang Dynasty?

Does Xu Xian really want to build a civilization?
Young, ambitious, and thoughtful.

Even the city of Chang’an is not as good as imagined. Look at the phrase “Three thousand households with beautiful windows in the small hall, and twelve brothels on the avenue.” It’s called an entertainment place at a good level, but what’s it called if it’s ugly? This is called falling!
In other words, men in ancient times were really kind, they could go to such places with confidence and boldness, unlike me, who didn't know which way the doors of these places opened.

Hey, reading poems and reading poems, the rhetoric is really gorgeous, and the meaning is also sonorous and powerful, but I don’t know who is Changsha Fu in “Who cherishes Changsha Fu, and Luoyang alone?”, and Luoyang, which refers to Yufu Los Angeles?
Never heard of this place.

This Xu Xian, it’s fine for you to make up a fictional dynasty, why do you have to make up a address, it makes me feel less substituting.

If Xu Xian could hear Lao Tang's thoughts, he would definitely say: "I don't want to either. It's not completely empty. What should I do if I am accused of reflecting reality and reported? If I want to write something now, I have to be careful and brush the edges. It’s 404, who knows?”

After reading "Emperor Capital Chapter", Lao Tang is finally satisfied. In "Journey to the West", the useless king of Tang, I regard it as a dedication to art. From "Emperor Capital Chapter", it can be seen that Li Shimin still has two brushes Well, look at the scene of peace and prosperity described here.

Old Tang read "Emperor Capital Chapter" twice before he remembered to read other poems. For some reason, although the other poems sent by Feng Nan were also excellent works, they just made him feel less impassioned. A little lost.

"I really want to see what my Chang'an looks like." Old Tang muttered to himself, not knowing which role he brought himself into.

(End of this chapter)