"The sound of wind and rain comes at night, how many flowers fall."

After chanting this sentence, Meng Beiliu put down the paper and looked at Chen Youniao with a complicated expression.

Both short poems are excellent works. Although the length is short, the words are used to communicate with words and meanings are profound.

"Is this your old work?"

The so-called old works are written before, and it is difficult for Meng Beiliu to believe that this student can create two new poems overnight.

Chen Youniao hesitated for a moment and replied: "When practicing Taoism in Laoshan, I watched the changes of the four seasons, and saw the sun, moon, rain and sunny, and occasionally I felt it, so I wrote some poems."

Meng Beiliu nodded: "Laoshan Taoist temple is a place of immortals, with thousands of landscapes, which can indeed inspire people's poetic talents. Haha, if you have this literary talent, it is better to be a poet directly and become famous in the literary world soon."

Chen Youniao blinked: "How can a poet be useful for officials?"

When Meng Beiliu heard this, he was stunned at first, then laughed: "It's not to cover up, it's open and honest, and it's a honest person."

Poets seek fame, officials seek power, and in the literati class, they are all famous and famous. But who is the one who has seen many people? They have experienced ups and downs in the officialdom and experienced ups and downs, and have seen through human relationships and worldly situations, and have seen through them.

Countless beauties, these people are full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, but in fact they are full of male prostitutes and thieves. Since Chen Youniao came to study official literature, there is no doubt that he would take the imperial examination and gain fame and fortune, and then become an official.

This is the most fundamental starting point and motivation.

If Chen Youniao pretended to say something high-sounding, Meng Beiliu would be underestimated.

The poet has a good reputation, the so-called "romantic talented man", but that's all. Since ancient times, countless talented poets have lived in a mess, displaced, and unhappy manner. Many high-ranking officials also wrote poems,

It is mostly just to be a hobby, express your emotions and aspirations. The main business and hobby should be separated, which is not the case.

Meng Beiliu rubbed his beard and asked again: "You should have something to ask for when you take the initiative to present your poem."

Chen Youniao said: "I first came to study, but my family was not well off and I lacked books to read, so I wanted to ask my teacher to borrow books."

Meng Beiliu's eyelids drooped: "Borrowing books? This makes me embarrassed."

In a world with backward printing technology, books are quite precious resources. Many literati have the rule of "do not lend books". It is difficult to borrow books without close friends.

Chen Youniao said: "I asked the teacher to borrow books, but not borrow them, but only read them in the cottage.

Upon hearing this, Meng Beiliu pondered slightly: "What do you mean is to copy books?"

Books are difficult to copy, so copying is the only choice. I get a stack of blank paper and copy them word by word. Many people actually copy the books in this way.

Chen Youniao replied: "I don't copy books, I just read."

Meng Beiliu smiled: "The poem you wrote is very good, and I am happy to see the hunter. This way, every time you write a poem, as long as I get my approval, I will let you read books in the cottage for a quarter of an hour. How about it?"

After hearing this, Chen Youniao immediately said excitedly: "Okay! OK! One word is determined, thank you teacher."

Seeing him happy, Meng Beiliu wondered: It is not an easy thing to change a poem to study for a quarter of an hour.

Poetry and articles are filled with blood, and it is not easy to write them to Meng Beiliu's eyes. And in a quarter of an hour, how many pages can you read by biting the word Wenjue? Unless Chen Youniao has ten lines at a glance and can never forget them.

Talent and capable. Meng Beiliu didn't know that Chen Youniao was not here to copy books or read books. Strictly speaking, he was just here to read books.

The writing and sentences in this world are concise and concise, and classical Chinese and ancient Chinese are not much thicker, and they are basically dozens of pages.

In a quarter of an hour, Chen Youniao was able to read several books.

As long as you read it, the book can be included in "Wenxin Diaolong" and will be studied and read it carefully in the future. As for the poems that Master Meng asked for, "Wenxin Diaolong" has too many ready-made products, and there are so many

How many.

"Teacher, I'll write now."

"Now? How many poems can you write?"

Meng Beiliu asked.

"My old work probably has more than a dozen songs."

Chen Youniao didn't dare to say that the number was too large, for fear of scaring Master Meng away.

Meng Beiliu looked strange: "Chen Youniao, I have a word first. The poems you wrote must be recognized by me. They make up randomly and make up the numbers, and they will be invalid."

"clear."

Chen Youniao didn't talk much nonsense, so he took out the four treasures of the study she carried with him and immediately started writing.

Meng Beiliu saw it next to him, and was surprised and suspicious. When Chen Youniao wrote a poem, he couldn't help but look at it: "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground; he looked up at the bright moon, and looked down at the hometown...

…Okay, good poetry!”

I couldn't help but applaud.

Then there is the second song, the third song...

Chen Youniao wrote it on the spot, mainly about the Five Great Sages, and also chose those simple poems. They are easy to write, easy to understand, and more in line with their current age and identity.

Meng Beiliu looked at it one by one, but at the end he was already a little dull.

"Well, what I have written now is these eight poems."

Chen Youniao stopped when he saw it was good, so as not to exert too much force and look shocking.

Eight poems can read eight quarters of a book. One quarter of an hour is equal to fifteen minutes. In total, you can store a lot of books.

It's enough.

If you have more, you will not be able to chew more. Anyway, the future will be long, so you can make a long-term plan.

Meng Beiliu looked at the eight poems he wrote. Although there were no great works, each of them could be called a masterpiece, which was enough to be passed down from later generations. This was scary. Fortunately, I learned that these were all

The old works, over the years of accumulation, seem normal.

"Okay, you really have poetic talent."

Meng Beiliu looked at Chen Youniao with all his eyes. He recruited disciples, of course, not to charge generous tuition fees, but to truly cultivate students to become talents. For fame and profit, these students were all attracted by him.

A precious wealth that is proud of. As long as students can make a name for themselves in the future, whether they become officials or become literary masters, they are inseparable from the status of a teacher and student.

Chen Youniao asked, "Then when can I go to read a book?"

“It’s time to finish class.”

Meng Beiliu agreed readily: "These eight songs, as well as the previous two songs, and the twelve songs that were assessed yesterday, will be converted into reading time for you."

Chen Youniao was happy and thanked him quickly, and then went out to class.

When the students saw him and Master Meng came out side by side, they were all jealous. They thought that this new guy had used some methods to win the favor of the teacher and was like a proud disciple. This was an excellent relationship, although Master Meng was talking about Master Meng.

I don’t hide my personal feelings in class, but if I can get the treatment of a small hospital in private, it’s better.

Meng Beiliu's classes are mainly arranged in the morning, one class a day, not every day, with a maximum of fifteen lessons a month.

After class, Chen Youniao headed straight to the book collection cottage, racing against time to "moving" all the good books here, any text that is useful to the imperial examination.
Chapter completed!