The man in white saw her hesitate for a moment, thinking that she didn't want to see people outside, so he hurriedly said: "Girl, don't worry, I won't tell anyone else about today's poem, let alone let others disturb him, I just
I admire him very much and want to discuss poetry with my senior."
Bai Weiwei shook his head helplessly and said, "I also want to see him, but he has passed away."
"Ah?" The man in white was very sorry. After thinking for a while, he asked, "I wonder what that hermit's name is? Does he have any descendants? Did he leave any other masterpieces?"
Seeing his regretful look, Bai Weiwei couldn't bear to deceive him, so she replied: "His name is Tao Yuanming. I don't know if he has any descendants, but he has some excellent works, and I happen to know some of them. If you want to hear me read it to you."
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He was overjoyed, and his handsome face was full of joy, and he hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, I'm here to help you, girl!"
Bai Weiwei has a very good impression of him. He also saved herself very heroically. She is happy to serve her benefactor and is naturally generous. Besides, she doesn’t realize what she said is wrong, "Well, the following poem expresses it
He doesn't want to violate
The poem about betraying one's own will and collaborating with the world is as follows: Planting beans at the foot of the southern mountain, the grass is full of bean sprouts and the bean sprouts are sparse. I wake up in the morning to clean up the wasteland and filth, and return with the moon and the hoe. The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes. My clothes are stained.
It’s not a pity, but my wish is fulfilled…”
"...This poem expresses his views on real politics and his attitude towards life. In a dirty and chaotic society, staying clean and cultivating the countryside is a desirable choice..."
"This poem also shows that working life contains rich joys of life. When you are busy, you can plant and harvest, and when you are free, you can have a glass of wine to entertain yourself. You can live in peace and forget about the world. This is the real 'life pleasure'. I read it to
Listen..."
Along the way, Bai Weiwei read him a lot of Tao Yuanming's poems and classical Chinese. Her voice was mellow and beautiful, and these beautiful poems recited by her sounded as good as jade beads falling on a plate.
The man in white was still unfinished, feeling that the road was too short, and he arrived in front of a farmhouse after only listening to a few songs.
Bai paused slightly and said, "Sir, this is my humble abode."
"It's so fast," the man in white said regretfully, "This Hermit Tao's article is so good, I feel like I haven't heard enough yet!"
Bai smiled slightly and said: "What's so difficult about this? When I go back and write these poems and give them to you, it will be a way of expressing my gratitude!"
"Okay! Thank you so much, girl!" His eyebrows shone with excitement and he was very excited.
Bai Weiwei couldn't help but laugh when she saw his excited expression: "Look, just now you said I would be polite to you, and now you are trying to be polite to me again. We don't need to be polite. You just need to keep it a secret."
Her smile was so bright and flawless that it reflected deeply in his eyes.
He smiled happily, "Okay! Then don't be polite! I will keep it a secret, don't worry!" He let go of the hand holding her and patted his chest.
Xi'er was sweeping the yard when she heard voices outside and turned to look.
They saw that Bai Weiwei was soaked all over and had a white cloth wrapped around his head.
There were faint traces of blood oozing out from it. She had never seen the young lady in such a seriously injured state. She was so shocked that she threw the broom away and ran out in a hurry.
He supported her with concern, looked at her wound, and asked anxiously: "Miss, Miss, what's wrong with you? Wasn't it fine when you just went out?"