With that said, Master Fang took out a larger piece of paper.
The above painting is an ink painting. Next to the ink painting, there are naturally poems. The ink painting depicts a young man with his hair tied in a bun, standing in front of the window, looking melancholy. Above him is a bright moon.
, the whole picture looks very artistic.
At this time, I don't know which student read out the poem on this picture. "There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground. Look up at the bright moon, lower your head and miss your hometown!" Such a poem is simple and elegant.
It is also rich in artistic conception, making it easier to read but catchy.
Yao Jinse was looking at Fang Fuzi's picture and text with his mouth wide open, and felt that his eyebrows seemed to twitch. This Fang Fuzi really liked this poem!
"Poems like this are really better than those written by all of us. And they are very useful for children to learn. Such poems can also be used by thousands of students to educate and enlighten them!"[
Master Fang boasted about this poem. Yao Jinse shamelessly accepted Master's implicit praise. Anyway, Master didn't say anything now. She herself had pirated other people's poems, so she naturally had to be more shameless.
It doesn't matter.
"Master, who is the author of this poem? Is it Pan Mo'an?" A student on the side asked. Thinking of such a good poem and such an artistic poem, it really has Mr. Pan's character.
.If it is a poem written by Pan Moan, then this group of talented men and women cannot compare with it, and that is normal.
"No." Master Fang shook his head. "This is a poem written by a talented girl. It's a pity that she doesn't want to publish her real name to the world to avoid being entangled by the world. She is really talented!"
When Yao Jinse heard Master Fang's compliments, she felt her eyebrows twitching, and she really wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
You old man, I asked you not to tell me, that's better. You haven't betrayed me, but it's not much better than betrayal!
"Six years old?" Xiao Qingyuan's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this. The admiration he had for Yao Jinting instantly disappeared. "May I ask, Master, where is this girl now?" Isn't this the kind of person he dreams of?
A talented person?
Now I finally found it!
Master Fang glanced at Xiao Qingyuan and thought of the great scholar's previous evaluation of him. He couldn't help curling his lips and said: "I don't know. She comes and goes without a trace, and her whereabouts are uncertain. Don't try your best to find her."
This heir apparent of Xiao Xiang’s country really knew that he couldn’t compose poetry, so he quickly hid after word spread. Now that he knew he could compose poetry, he quickly followed him eagerly. How annoying!
Master Fang naturally disliked such people. He simply would not tell him who the author of this poem was. He did not even say anything about whether he was from the capital.
Sure enough, after saying these words, Xiao Qingyuan's handsome face showed a hint of disappointment.
He really wanted to get to know such a person. It would be even more wonderful to be able to talk about poetry and compose music in the future! With a wife like this in life, what more could a husband ask for?
After the fourth lady heard Master Fang say that this poem was written by a six-year-old girl, her whole face changed drastically. She is the most talented girl among the girls in the capital. Why is there another one now? Just now Xiao Xiangguo
Her son even had a slight affection for her, but now it’s all gone!