Who is the master of the fall

In recent days, Zhen Yu, the eldest son of Zhen’s family, sent someone to ask when to marry Zhen Jiang.

The old lady of the Wu family in Chenliu was also indirectly telling us when we could formally arrange a banquet for Wu Xia to marry a wife.

Yan Lin, who cherishes Diao Chan, was also asking when Diao Chan's wedding was finished.

Only then did Lu Bu remember that there was not only Cai Yan in the world, but Zhen Jiang, Wu Xia, and Diao Chan all needed his love. They could not neglect those women who were infatuated with him because of this woman who had no good feelings for him.

Is it necessary that what you don’t get is the best? Lu Bu is very suspicious. He thinks that Zhen Jiang, Wu Xia, Diao Chan, Yan Lin and He Lian are not inferior to Cai Yan in appearance, and Diao Chan is better than that. The only difference may be that she does not have the temperament of a cold and lofty literary young woman.

But does Lu Bu really love that temperament? From the bottom of his heart, he doesn't love it.

Therefore, the more Lu Bu comes into contact with Cai Yan, the less love she loves her.

But the more Cai Yan comes into contact with him, the deeper he has a crush on him, but Lu Bu doesn't know.

That day, Lu Bu first studied "Shangshu Chapters" with Lu Zhi for an hour in Cai's Mansion, and also learned Feibai Book with Cai Yong for an hour.

Seeing that Lu Bu's course was over, Cai Yan smiled and said, "Senior Brother, can there be new words in the past few days?"

Lu Bu said coldly with expressionless face: "There is no new lyrics, only new poetry!"

Seeing Lu Bu's expression cold, Cai Yan suddenly felt excited and looked forward to it. He forced a smile and said, "Senior Brother, recite your new poems so that everyone can appreciate them."

Lv Bu stood on a high pavilion in Cai’s Mansion and looked up at the sky. The autumn sun shone brightly, and the blue sky was like washing. A line of white cranes flew past under the clear sky. Lu Bu remembered a poem by Liu Yuxi, a literati of the Tang Dynasty, and said: "The name of my poem is "Autumn Ci"!"

"Qiu Ci? Didn't you say that this is not a lyric, but a poem?" Cai Yan asked in surprise.

"I have already said that this is the name of the poem," Lu Bu replied coldly: "Besides, the lyrics I created are themselves a mixture of five-character short poems and seven-character long poems. The lyrics are originally poems, so there is no need to distinguish them so clearly!"

Cai Yong was very pleased to see that Lu Bu had been keeping his promises in recent days and kept a distance from Cai Yan. He was also a little disappointed. Lu Bu's literary talent and martial arts were very much appreciated. Such a young man could not be his son-in-law, and anyone else would feel regretful.

Cai Yong smiled and resolved the cold air between Lu Bu and Cai Yan: "Fengxian, don't argue about what the subject matter is. Read it out first for everyone to appreciate it."

On this day, the Taifu Lu Zhi, Taibao Ma Riyi, Sikong Liu Hong, Situ Yang Biao, Shangshu Ling Huang Wan, Censor General Tian Feng, Shaofu Chen Lin, Ling Lu Cui, Secretary of the General General of the North, Ju Su, the prehistoric military advisor of the North, Dong Zhao, General General of the North, and General of the North, and Guo Jia, came to Cai Mansion. After they waited for Lu Bu to accept the professors of Lu Zhi and Cai Yong, they walked up to the shelf and prepared to listen to Lu Bu's new poetry masterpieces.

Lu Bu has been very popular recently. Every five days, a masterpiece is published, either in poetry or in lyrics, all of which are excellent masterpieces. The officials of the court are extremely lucky to listen to Lu Bu’s lyrics with their own ears. Even those children of aristocratic families who have always despised Lu Bu’s martial arts have to admire Lu Bu’s literary talent. For a moment, a sentence circulated: "It’s useless to be called a poetic immortal if you haven’t seen Lu Fengxian in your life!"

Lu Bu held the railings of the high pavilion and looked at the clear sky with a few white clouds floating on the clear sky. A few lines of white cranes flew by under the clouds, and then recited the autumn poem: "Since ancient times, I have been sad and lonely in autumn. I said that autumn is better than spring. A crane lined up on the clouds in the clear sky, which led to the poetic feelings of the blue and bleakness."

After hearing this, everyone stroking their hands and praising them. Lu Zhi smiled at Cai Yong and said, "Brother Bo Ji, you are a contemporary Wenzong. Can you comment on this poem in Fengxian?"

Cai Yong said unwillingly: "The essence of tragic autumn in ancient times was that patriots lost their ambitions, were disappointed with reality, and were pessimistic about the future. Therefore, they only saw depression in autumn, felt lonely and dead. Fengxian said that autumn was better than the spring when everything sprouted and flourished, and said that autumn was not dead, but very lively. Through Fengxian's poem, it seemed that we could see the white crane flapping its wings and lifting up the clouds in the clear sky in autumn, vigorous and sharp, vigorous, and vigorous, and grand. The whole poem was majestic, magnificent, fusion of emotions, scenery, and reason, showing Fengxian's high spirit and broad mind, extraordinary!"

Cai Yong praised this so much that Lu Bu felt a little embarrassed, but it was hard to reject it because Cai Yong's comments were very appropriate.

The ministers of the court in the high-end court praised the seven-character quatrains created by Lu Bu, especially Lu Bu's subordinates Tian Feng, Guo Jia and others. From this poem, they saw Lu Bu's high spirit and open mind, and their admiration for Lu Bu became deeper.

Lu Bu was a guy who was so bright that he could give some sunshine. Seeing that everyone praised this poem, he laughed loudly and said, "Although this poem is good, it is different from my poem."

"Senior brother, didn't you just say that there were only new poems and no new lyrics?" Cai Yan said coquettishly.

"You also know that's what I just said, just now, now now!" Lu Bu said coldly: "I have inspiration now, I can pick it up and recite it to everyone. Isn't it okay?"

Although Lu Bu's tone was cold and his expression was calm, he had no shortage of etiquette at all. However, the etiquette shown in front of Cai Yan seemed to be a ritual to a stranger or someone who was not a real person. Cai Yan was frustrated and sat there with a pouting mouth, unable to say anything.

"Fengxian had said something good before, but today he said it casually. The two words complement each other. It can be seen that Fengxian's writing is profound and profound. When he controls the words, he will do whatever he wants, and it will naturally flow!" Cai Yong praised loudly.

"In front of the master, the disciples dare not be proud. The disciples are a bit long-term in poetry, and they are just accumulating their strengths and being familiar with them." Lu Bu accidentally said two strange words.

"Accumulate your strength and become more familiar with it? Fengxian, what do these two words mean?" Cai Yong shook his head and asked.

"Accumulation means accumulating a lot and sufficiently. A thin hair means a small amount of release and accumulating a lot of thin hair. In my opinion, it is to read thousands of books, travel thousands of miles, accumulate poetry materials, and then feel emotions when you touch the scene, and express it slightly. It is a masterpiece. Being familiar with it means that you can get familiar with it by driving lightly. Only by using the simplest tools to do the most familiar things can you achieve success. For example, if I am not good at singing and essays, I don't do songs, I don't do songs, I don't do four-character styles, I don't do four-character ancient styles, I create seven-character quatrains, and I create long and short sentences, because these are all familiar things I am good at." Lu Bu explained with a tough forehead.

"It's great, no wonder you can do it and pick it up at will. It turns out that it's the result of your accumulation of strength and being easy to get it! Today's talk to Fengxian made me suddenly enlightened!" Cai Yong said happily, and he admired Lu Bu even more.

"Brother Bo Yi, if you discuss how to write poems and lyrics with Fengxian, you might as well have a good chat another day," Lu Zhi smiled and said, "I can't wait to hear Fengxian's new lyrics."

Lu Bu pointed to the vast red maple forest outside Yecheng City, under Taihang Mountain, by the Zhangshui River, and pointed to the eastward Zhangshui River. Seeing everyone looking at him in the direction of his finger, he recited the famous "Qinyuanchun": "** Cold autumn, Zhangshui goes eastward, the top of Yedu City. Look at the red mountains and the forests are dyed; the river is green and clear, hundreds of boats compete for the current. Eagles hit the sky, fish swim at the shallow bottom, and all things compete for freedom in the frost sky. I am sad and lonely, and ask who is the vast land? I have brought hundreds of friends to travel, recalling the past glorious years. As for the classmate, I am in the prime of my youth, and the scholars are in full swing. I am telling the world that the mountains and rivers are full of vigor and vigor. Is it that I am the marquis of thousands of households that year? I have remembered that I am going to the middle to hit the water, and the waves stop flying boats?"

After reciting "Qinyuanchun-Yecheng", Lu Bu took advantage of the shock brought to them by the song, Lu Bu said loudly: "My ministers, do you still remember your ideals when you were young?"

Ministers such as Lu Zhi, Cai Yong, Yang Biao couldn't help but bow their heads in shame. When they were young, they were not afraid of the powerful and repeatedly wrote letters to accuse the traitors of the court of treacherous ministers of the court of law. Just as the poem mentioned in this poem, "Class classmate is young, in his prime, and the scholars are full of energy and spirit. They point out the country, inspire words, and dirt. At that time, they were deeply influenced by the thoughts of Confucius and Mencius. "If you are successful, you will help the world." "Even if you are thousands of people, you will go." They were full of idealism, were extremely dissatisfied with reality, and wanted to transform the world, but they did not expect that the world would get worse and worse. As their status became higher and higher, they compromised with reality, and their political ideals became more and more distant.

Lu Zhi looked at Lu Bu with relief. He was still young and had the ideal, courage and spirit to transform the world. Unlike old bureaucrats like them, who were full of energy, gradually surrendered to the interests of the family or compromised with other aristocratic families, forgetting the interests of the entire Han people.

"Ask the vast earth, who is the ups and downs?" After sighing that he had a strong and unrelenting life, Lu Zhi and others suddenly remembered the biggest surprise when they heard this poem: "Fengxian, I don't know what this sentence means?" This sentence easily makes people suspect that Lu Bu has great ambitions.

"Who is the real master of your fate of rising and falling in the vast land? Let's look at the Xia, Shang, Zhou, Spring, Autumn, Warring States, Qin, all kinds of growth and falling in the rise and fall, one after another." Lu Bu put on a philosophical look: "In the dark, is there really someone who controls the ups and downs of the world?"

"Who can know this?" Lu Zhi and others were speechless.

After a long time, Tian Feng replied leisurely: "You have told me before that you can learn from history to show rise and fall. Although we don't know what is dominating all the ups and downs, we can learn from history and do our best to do our part, so that prosperity will last longer and decline will come later."

More than a thousand years later, a great man has spent his whole life answering the questions that he cannot answer correctly, and Lu Bu did not expect these people in front of him to answer correctly.

Lu Bu himself was also feeling the stones across the river, hoping to bring this nation out of the strange circle of rise and fall. As for whether it can succeed in the end, he doesn't know.

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