Chapter 25 The words of the saint, Cai Yanfang's heart is shaken!
"Could it be that the beauty you caught a glimpse of is the extremely talented Cai Wenji?"
Liu Hao's eyes flashed with something strange, and he remained silent.
Grand Tutor Yuan Wei raised his wine glass and said with a smile: "Nephew Liu Xian, it doesn't matter if you can't do it, everyone here is your elder..."
Liu Hao didn't bother to look at him, so he took a step forward and chanted:
"The peaks and ridges are like clusters, and the waves are like raging..."
After the first sentence was recited, Yuan Wei's expression completely changed.
He was so surprised that his wrists shook, and some of the wine in the glass spilled out.
Many of the great scholars present held their breath, unable to help but feel the urge to continue listening.
"What about the next few sentences?"
"My dear nephew, stop hiding it and tell us now!"
While Liu Hao was recalling, he walked seven steps in the hall and recited the entire poem loudly:
"Mountains and rivers outside and on Hangu Road. Looking at the Western Capital, I feel hesitant..."
"It's sad that wherever the Qin and Han Dynasties traveled, thousands of palaces and palaces were turned into dirt..."
"When it prospers, the people suffer; when it dies, the people suffer!"
Liu Hao recited this poem in one breath, with ups and downs and high emotions.
boom!
Yuan Wei's mind went blank, and the wine glass in his hand fell directly onto the table. The wine soaked his gorgeous brocade robe!
All the scholars present were shocked on the spot.
In my heart, a sense of sadness and vicissitudes of concern for the country and the people arises spontaneously!
Prosperity, people suffer!
If it dies, the people will also suffer!
The few words that came out of Liu Hao's mouth were so essential.
It directly explains the rise and fall of the ancient and modern world!
Simply...
The inspiring words of a saint!
Grand Tutor Yuan Wei was waiting with great interest for Liu Hao to admit his shame. At this time, he hurriedly wiped the drink from his clothes.
Liu Hao is so talented!
It’s like you’re slapping yourself in the face, it’s so embarrassing!
But no one paid attention to his horrified and embarrassed expression at this time.
Wang Yun's mouth had opened into a big O-shape, he couldn't believe it at all!
Kong Rong, Cai Yong and others also had strange eyes and expressions of shock.
They closed their eyes, savored it quietly, and were completely immersed in the context of the poem. No one said a word for a long time.
The wine glasses in the hands of some great scholars were suspended in the air and they forgot to drink.
Time and space seemed to freeze in this moment.
If you don’t show off now, when will you wait?
Liu Hao looked around and smiled lightly: "This poem is called Chang'an Nostalgic for the Past. What do you adults think?"
Zheng Xuan, a highly respected scholar, sighed softly:
"Liu...nephew, you can actually create such a masterpiece within seven steps. You are truly a talent that has not been seen in hundreds of years!"
"Wonderful, wonderful!"
Kong Rong, who was arrogant and arrogant, also jumped up from the table, danced excitedly, clapped and laughed: "It's wonderful. Although the rhythm of this poem is strange, it is definitely a masterpiece that has been passed down through the ages. I am convinced!"
Cai Yong was so excited that he burst into tears and murmured: "That's good. If you prosper, the people will suffer; if you die, the people will suffer!"
Some of the other great scholars in the hall still kept their mouths wide open in shock.
This poem talks about the feeling of caring about the country and the people. It has been sung for thousands of years and remains enduring.
Liu Hao clearly remembered it and it was included in the Chinese textbook of a certain year.
At that time, the teacher forced me to memorize by rote, but there was nothing wrong with it!
Liu Hao only made minor changes to this missing word.
The capital of the Western Han Dynasty was Chang'an, and the capital of the Eastern Han Dynasty was Luoyang. The general meaning is definitely not reduced by half.
The style is different from the popular lyrics nowadays, but it has a strong flavor of concern for the country and the people.
These great Confucians can completely understand and appreciate it.
Especially in recent years, natural and man-made disasters have occurred.
Drought hit many places, resulting in no harvest, and the Yellow Turban Army swept across the country, displacing the people.
The situation of approaching troubled times is vivid in our minds, and it is even more evocative.
In the inner chamber of Cai Mansion.
The beautiful figure was so shocked that she couldn't help but swayed and almost lost her balance. Fortunately, the maid beside her held her slender waist.
The maid said angrily: "It's all Mr. Liu's fault. He almost fell down when he wrote a poem."
"Stop talking nonsense!"
But the beautiful woman covered her mouth and whispered to herself: "Oh, Junior Brother usually doesn't like to talk. I didn't expect that Junior Brother has the world in his heart. I'm really curious how Junior Brother came up with such a poem."
She peeked at Liu Hao secretly through the curtain again, and her pretty face couldn't help but blush...