Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blows the geese and snow.
Don’t worry, there will be no friends in the future. No one in the world will know you.
This poem, written by Gao Shi, a famous poet in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, captures the theme of farewell, and the first four sentences have a very good meaning.
Lu Hanqing had been reading and teaching all his life. He immediately recognized the true meaning of the poem and couldn't help but interpret it in excitement.
"The setting sun at dusk makes the clouds floating thousands of miles dark yellow."
"The north wind blows hard, the snow falls heavily, and the geese fly south."
"Don't worry if you don't have a close friend on the road ahead. Who in the world doesn't know you?"
This not only expresses farewell, but also expresses the instructions and expectations of the person leaving.
Take these students as an example. I hope they can go further on the road to fame in the future and become famous people in the world.
good!
As Lu Hanqing finished speaking, Wang Anshi took the lead in saying hello.
Lu Yuan and Zhang Xiong looked at each other and nodded.
To be honest, when Wang Anshi recommended Chen Mo as the eunuch, both of them disapproved of it.
First, there is no precedent for this.
Secondly, they had never met Chen Mo at all, let alone knew him.
However, due to Wang Anshi's status as county magistrate, the two finally agreed and got to know each other roughly. After that, they all became curious about Chen Mo.
Putting aside his character, he does have some literary talent.
"If you four like it, Chen Mo will give this poem to you as a gift." Chen Mo looked at several students with a smile, but ignored Wang Jun.
"Thank you for your advice and the poem."
The Qian brothers were flattered and thankful that they had just apologized to Chen Mo in time.
Otherwise, you will only be left out in the cold.
Wang Jun, on the other hand, looked livid. He could tell that Chen Mo was isolating and humiliating him.
"Chen Jiaoyu, there are five students here, but you gave poems to four of them. Is this how you should be a teacher?"
"Why are you in a hurry?" Chen Mo said with a smile, "It was just the first half, there is also the second half, and... I will only give it to you."
"Students, all ears are attentive."
Wang Jun had a bad feeling, but since the words had come to this point, he could only bite the bullet and listen.
Liu He fluttered and felt sorry for himself. He left Beijing and Luo for more than ten years.
My husband is very poor, so I don’t have money for drinks when we meet today.
After Chen Mo finished speaking the second half of the poem, he sat back directly.
Shen Tao, who was at the starting point, saw the right moment and stood up and said.
"Brother Wang, what Chen Jiaoyu means is that even if the road ahead is bumpy, you should not waver like a bird and injure yourself, let alone hide outside for many years without returning home. It's okay for a man to be trapped in poverty. When we meet again, Qian Don’t feel guilty and blame yourself because you can’t afford a drink.”
"Shen Tao, you..."
Wang Jun's face was swollen and blue with anger, but he couldn't get angry.
Others all showed strange expressions.
There is no need to comment on the poem itself, except that the relationship between Chen Mo and Wang Jun is somewhat of a fire-and-water situation no matter how you look at it.
Moreover, the latter's face was clearly beaten into that shape.
Could it be Chen Mo?
While whispering, he actually asked the whole story.
It's just a pity that I missed such a wonderful show.
After all, Wang Anshi was the county magistrate. Although he also thought Chen Mo was beautiful, he still spoke a few words.
"Chen Jiaoyu, the first half of this poem is very good and captures the theme mentioned by Lu Xiancheng. However, the second half seems a bit inappropriate."
"Chen Mo knows his mistake, please punish me." Chen Mo had to stand up.
"You must be punished, but what is the appropriate punishment?" In this situation, Wang Anshi must level a bowl of water.
"Dad, my daughter has an idea." Wang Tan'er said with a smile.
"Tell me about it."
"Chen Jiaoyu can compose poems, so naturally he can also write lyrics. Why not let him write another poem to make up for the shortcomings of the poem just now?" Wang Tan'er suggested.
"What do you think?" Wang Anshi looked at everyone.
"It's a good suggestion." Everyone nodded.
"Chen Mo, have you heard it? Is it enough time to give you a cup of tea?" Wang Anshi asked.
"No, a glass of wine is enough."
Chen Mo picked up a glass of wine and walked directly to the venue.
After drinking the wine I brewed, the wine in the glass was not only a little bland, but also a little sweet.
Urged by this energy, Chen Mo learned from Cao Zhi.
The difference is that Cao Zhi wrote the poem in seven steps, while Chen Mo only used four steps.
A husband is not without tears and does not shed them during parting.
The stick and the sword are against the wine, and the shame is the face of a wanderer.
As soon as the viper stings the hand, the strong man's wrist will be freed.
The ambition is to achieve fame and fame, so there is no need to sigh after parting.
After finishing a poem, Chen Mo raised his head and drank the entire glass of wine.
"This man is indeed talented."
Looking at Chen Mo who was staggering a little, Lu Yuan murmured and dissected the true meaning of the poem.
A real man doesn't shed tears, but he doesn't want to shed tears when parting.
Facing Li Jiu, he sang loudly and brandished his long sword, looking like an ordinary wanderer with his face full of sorrow about separation.
Once bitten by a viper on the wrist, a strong man will cut off his arm without hesitation.
Since we are determined to make great achievements in the world, there is no need to sigh and complain when we say goodbye to the ordinary things.
This short poem expresses the pride and freedom that a man should have.
Lu Yuan was filled with emotion, how could others be the same?
Almost everyone present was impressed by Chen Mo's literary talent.
Take Shen Tao as an example, he has never thought of it until now, but Chen Mo just picked up two of them casually.
This gap is almost as big as heaven and earth.
"It's a pity that it's another poem." Wang Tan'er was a little disappointed, "I wanted to see what kind of lyrics Chen Mo could write with the theme of farewell."
When Wang Anshi heard his daughter's murmur, he raised his hand and pointed at Chen Mo.
"You were asked to write lyrics, but who asked you to write poems?"
"Okay, then write another poem."
Chen Mo responded and poured himself another glass of wine.
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky.
The evening breeze carries the faint sound of willow flutes, and the sun sets outside the mountains.
At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, there are only a few close friends.
A ladle of turbid wine will wipe out all the remaining joy. Don’t sleep in the cold tonight.
After another four steps, a word was already echoing in everyone's ears.
Only this time, no one applauded me anymore.
Everyone was immersed in the artistic conception of the lyrics and could not come back to their senses for a long time.
Even Wang Jun was stunned on the spot, like a chicken.
Finally hearing Chen Mo's lyrics, Wang Tan'er's heart was filled with ups and downs.
She could never imagine what Chen Mo had gone through, and what he wrote would be so touching to the soul.
This poem is, on the surface, a farewell to a friend.
In fact, you are sending someone else's life away.
End the worldly bond!
Long pavilion, ancient road, fragrant grass, evening breeze, blowing willows, and the sound of flute, these common scenery objects, under the reflection of the setting sun, actually form a farewell song of life.
"It's a pity that there are no musical instruments, otherwise Chen Mo would have to show his shame and compose this "Farewell" into a song, so that everyone can enjoy it."
Maybe he drank too much, maybe he remembered the past again, Chen Mo raised his glass and shouted.
"Sir, do you want a musical instrument?"
At this moment, a voice like an oriole sounded outside.