On the stage, in the spotlight.

A handsome and handsome boy talked.

"In the past, I followed the comments of my predecessors and also believed that Du Fu's poems from 712 to 735 were not preserved. However, now I have changed this view and believed that this poem "From Li Guinian in Jiangnan" was in 735, or even earlier. I have said before that the charm of this poem should be written during the traveling southeast of Du Fu..."

Li Fan was so excited that he found that more than 1,000 pairs of eyes in the studio were staring at him and showing a completely unaware of what he said, "Sorry, everyone laughed, it's just a matter of the whole family."

Mr. Xiao immediately raised his point of view: "Actually, I think "Night Banquet Zuoshi Village" should be the first song: The forest wind is slender, the moon is set, the clothes are dewed, the piano is quiet, the water flows in the path of flowers, the spring stars bring the cottage. The books are burning candles short, and the sword is long. After the poem, I heard Wu Yong, and I will never forget the meaning of the boat."

After chanting, Mr. Xiao explained: "Du Fu has been traveling in the south for several years. He may have learned enough Wu Yan to understand Wu Yong. I tend to think that if this poem was divided into the late spring of 735, the end of his travels in the south, it would become very meaningful. If you follow your analysis, it may not be possible for these two poems."

Li Fan said bluntly: "Old Xiao, I think you are right. But it is not certain that you can't "listen to Wu Yong" elsewhere. You only come to "check books" when you are about to take the exam. Like some candidates who are temporarily cramming, it doesn't seem like Du Fu's style. Traveling abroad and bringing many scrolls of books is very burdensome. In this way, "Night Banquet Zuoshizhuang" is probably not written in the late spring of 735 when the trip to the south ends, but is more likely to be a little later."

Mr. Xiao stopped talking for a while and fell into thinking.

Li Fan still talked endlessly: "The poems of the poet Du Fu are now more than 1,400, most of which are works after he was forty. In fact, Du Fu was engaged in poetry creation very early, and he was strong after his seventh year of age. He spoke up for the phoenix. By the age of fourteen or five, he had already traveled to the Wenmo field and made his mark in the local poetry world. Later, he became famous such as "Li Yong wanted to know each other, and Wang Han was willing to be his neighbor."

The guests and teachers did not speak or interrupt, just listened quietly, then frowned occasionally, occasionally looked surprised, and occasionally shook their heads and did not agree.

The audience was stupid and had no idea who was right or wrong.

"Which poem is Du Fu's earliest work?"

"Who do you ask me? I'm just illiterate!"

...

"Who did you say makes sense?"

"Li Fan!"

"Why?"

"You remember, whoever talks is right!"

...

"Do you understand?"

"without!"

"Then why are you thinking?"

"I regret not studying much!"

...

In fact, whether it is studying ancient people or history, there is no absolute right or wrong. Li Fan has his own thinking and analysis. He has read too many books. After all, he was a mouse in the Peking University library in his previous life. He has his basis and reason. This analysis has given several teachers new ideas.

As Li Fan said this, he suddenly realized that it seemed like something was wrong, which was a bit too much. After all, this was the recording site of the idiom conference.

He quickly stopped and said, "Dear teachers, this is my clumsy idea, everyone laughs!"

Mr. Xiao put down his focused eyes and smiled: "It's not bad at all. Your thinking is very novel and reasonable. Of course, this does not mean that what you analyzed is correct. After all, history or history books may be fake, and we all have their own opinions. But what you said, I like you and gave me new inspiration."

Li Fan quickly said, "Old Xiao, you are ruining me."

"Okay, let's discuss it in private."

"Don't dare to take it, don't dare to take it!"

The two are complimenting each other here.

Zhang Lei, a doctor of ancient literature at Peking University, had a feeling for a moment that this kid seemed to have the ability to be a professor. When he had this feeling, he immediately forced himself to calm down and think about something. This was just a genius boy with his own insights.

But Teacher Xiaoling was a little dazed. This... can teach herself, she can't reach this level at all!

Applause rang out, and the three guests and teachers took the lead in applauding.

The applause was warm and lasting, mixed with cheers, and there was nothing to do with envy, jealousy and hatred!

It is really cool to be able to communicate academic issues with the deans of the School of Literature of a famous university. Don’t worry about what others say right, at least they can speak out and talk to themselves. Moreover, it should be reasonable to listen to Mr. Xiao’s meaning and the expressions of several guests and teachers.

Think about yourself, the audience is ashamed. How can they communicate with the dean when they meet?——"Did you eat?" "You are very tough?" "You are alive this year?"... That's all, right?

The applause stopped, and Jia Yun quickly pulled back the rhythm: "Oh by the way, we are not "Hundred Schools of the Chinese Idiom Conference", and the competition continues now."

With such a small episode, the direction of the entire competition has completely changed. Teacher Xiaoling and Gu Yating seem to have not yet emerged from Li Fan's "theory" just now, but the result is...

"The original sentence of the idiom [like a flower and like a jade] is? A, like a dream and like a true life, like a flower but not a flower; B, his son is as beautiful as jade; C, the fallen flowers are colorful, and the beautiful jade is beautiful. Please answer!"

Bang! The green light is on!

Li Fan said loudly: "C, his son is as beautiful as jade."

"Okay, congratulations to Li Fan/Peng Ren for successfully defending the game again with 3:1, and he won six cities in a row with his own strength!" Jia Yun said with great emotion, "Strength, this is unquestionable strength!" She turned to Teacher Xiaoling/Gu Yating again, "I think you two are a little slow to react. Don't you know the original sentence?"

Teacher Xiaoling admitted: "I know, but I didn't react. This idiom comes from the Book of Songs."

Gu Yating said: "I didn't react, my head was a little confused."

Jia Yun said: "Are you impressed by his analysis of Du Fu's first poem just now?"

Teacher Xiaoling nodded: "He is called killing people and killing his heart! He deceives his master and destroys his ancestors!"

"What did I say? Friends can't be treated as me. Congratulations to the Li Fan/Peng Ren group."

As soon as Li Fan and Peng Rengang returned to the team, the players were so excited that they almost threw them down. Even Huang Dan, who was in the last row, looked forward from time to time.

"So awesome!"

"Still to the end, brother!"

"If you two are in our team, then the whole team will advance 100%!"

...

Seeing that Wang Liang was about to give him a lip mark on his forehead, Li Fan quickly flashed, what a beastly wind!

(PS: Thank you deeply for the Black Lamp Ghost, Yuhou, the man, the stars waiting for you, thank you! The Hall Master of the Black Lamp Ghost Ghost will be updated for you in the next few days. Don’t think it’s too late. You don’t save the manuscript and don’t dare to write it quickly, for fear that the already mediocre quality will decline again.
Chapter completed!