Because the styles of the four poems written by Tang Ji were very different, Professor Chen still doubted the true origin of these poems, so he put forward a second condition. He made up the questions on the spot and let Tang Ji improvise, so that he could try out his ideas.
the true level.
Hearing this, Li Yu, who had been dozing off, suddenly jumped up from his chair and walked quickly to cover Tang Ji: "Master Chen, this is not necessary."
Little did he know that Tang Ji, as a person from the future, had an astonishing reserve of poems in his mind. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Li Yu's lapel and said to Professor Chen: "Master Chen, please give me a question."
Jiang Ran's smart eyes blinked twice, and he clasped his hands, feeling a little worried.
Professor Chen was very curious about why Tang Ji was so confident, but he didn't ask any more questions. After some quiet reflection, he said: "It is summer now. Mr. Tang might as well write a poem with the theme of summer."
The Tang family rolled their eyes, knowing that it was summer and still bothering people. If it weren't for Jiang Ran, he wouldn't suffer here. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and directly picked up the pen.
Seeing this, Li Yu hurriedly went up to hold him back: "Hey, hey, hey, Tang Ji, you have a quarter of an hour to think, don't mess around, think carefully!"
Although Li Yu was a dandy prince, he also read a lot of poetry books. It can be seen that Tang Ji's four poems are very powerful. They stand at a very high level when they are taken out. Not to mention Professor Chen, even he felt that Tang Ji had learned from others.
Bought it there.
As soon as the title came out, Tang Ji started writing directly. The verses he wrote were very different from the four poems. Let alone Professor Chen teach Jiang Ran how to play music, would this guy still be able to establish himself in Huaizhou in the future?
It's hard to say.
"I've thought about it." After listening to the topic, Tang Ji went through the memory of poems in his mind and found that there was a poem he learned in elementary school that could be used here. He waved his sleeves lightly and shook off Li Yu's hand.
Pick up the pen and start writing.
Professor Chen was a little surprised and full of doubts in his heart. Could it be that the other party had already prepared the questions he was going to ask?
But soon, he shook his head, not believing that Tang Ji would prepare in advance. Seeing that Tang Ji had already written, he took two steps forward and came to the table: ""Little Pond""
From the title, we can tell that this is a landscape poem. It is a good choice to use landscape to describe the seasons.
Professor Chen nodded slightly. It seemed that no matter what, Tang Ji at least understood poetry. He stopped thinking about it and continued to read: "The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the clear and soft water. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners,
A dragonfly has already stood on top."
Tang Ji finished writing the whole poem, and Professor Chen also read it. The latter linked the whole poem together and thought about it again, muttering: "This, this, this... How is this possible? From the time I proposed the topic to the time you wrote it, I couldn't finish it."
In a blink of an eye, another masterpiece was produced, you..."
Professor Chen pointed at Tang Ji, looking at him as if he were looking at a monster.
Everyone present was also shocked. Li Yu couldn't help but reached out and patted Tang Ji on the shoulder, and said bluntly: "Are you a human being? How can anyone write poetry like you? You can't be some beast and become a monster!"
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Tang Ji sneered lightly, this guy must have been poisoned by "Journey to the West", and replied: "If you can't speak, speak less."
Li Yu snorted softly, finding Tang Ji more and more interesting.
"This poem is small and exquisite, just like a colorful ink painting of flowers, plants, insects and birds. The scenery, ponds, springs, streams, lotuses and dragonflies in it are small in strokes, but exquisite and clear, full of vitality. Good, good poem!" Professor Chen couldn't help but say
Praise.
Tang Ji raised his lips slightly. This poem was included in primary school textbooks in later generations. It is a famous poem that has been passed down through the ages. It is naturally not too bad. I hope Mr. Yang Wanli will not call himself "Lao Liu".
After a while, when the rice paper was dry, Professor Chen asked Mrs. Chen to carefully put the original manuscript aside. She seemed to have the answer in her heart whether Tang Ji was original, but she still couldn't help but want to ask another question: "You
The four beautiful poems of "Little Pond" also show me your ability to control landscape poetry. I also wrote many poems when I was young, most of which were patriotic poems. I would like to see you and your talent.
How high can you, such an outstanding person, write patriotic poems!"
Tang Ji nodded, and suddenly remembered a patriotic poem that he liked very much. He picked up the pen again, but found that the ink had dried, and found that Jiang Ran was in a daze. He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her: "What are you thinking about again?"
Jiang Ran retracted his thoughts, shook his head slightly, and noticed that Tang Ji's eyes were focused on the ink stick in his hand. Only then did he realize that the ink in the inkstone had condensed, and quickly stirred it up again with the ink stick.
Soon, Tang Ji started writing again.
Li Yu was even more certain that Tang Ji was not an individual. Even many old professors in Kyoto could not "write the pen as soon as they heard the topic, write the poem as soon as it was written, and the poems were all excellent works." He couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration in his heart.
Jiu'er, who was standing aside, was not only surprised but also moved. She knew that Tang Ji did so much for his own lady, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but raise, revealing a crescent-like smile.
After a while, Tang Ji stopped writing and waved his hand.
"Lying stiffly in a lonely village, I don't feel sorry for myself. I still think about guarding the Luntai for the country. I lie down at night listening to the wind and rain, and I fall into my dreams with my iron horse on the glacier."
The person reading the poem this time was Li Yu. After appreciating it according to his own understanding, he couldn't help turning his head to look at Tang Ji and sighed: "It turns out that you even dreamed of putting on armor and defending the country, but your thin arms
For those with thin legs, forget it, otherwise you will die on the battlefield."
Tang Ji ignored him. This poem was written by Mr. Lu You in his hospital bed when he was sixty-eight years old. His patriotic feelings can be seen in the whole poem.
To be honest, he was really unworthy of copying this poem.
After Professor Chen finished reading, he froze in place for a long time. It wasn't until the corners of his eyes became wet that he came back to his senses and said: "I originally thought Mr. Tang was a businessman pursuing fame and fortune, but I didn't know you also had such patriotism.
Feelings are like an 'iron horse falling into the ice river into a dream'. If all the sons and gentlemen of Ningguo are like this, why worry about the unrest of the country and the difficulty of peace in the world!"
Tang Ji was embarrassed by the praise, and his old face suddenly turned red. He decided not to copy poems casually in the future to avoid feeling guilty again. He quickly changed the subject and said, "I wonder what Mr. Chen's last condition is?"
After a while, Professor Chen adjusted his mood, smiled lightly, and said: "This last condition... The old man hasn't thought about it yet, so I'll keep it for now and talk about it later. I will teach Miss Jiang how to play music."
Agreed."
Tang Ji had no objection to this, as long as Jiang Ran could win the folk art duel ten days later.
Jiang Ran's eyebrows moved slightly, and his face showed joy. It was not an easy task for such a master to teach him how to play music. He quickly saluted: "Thank you, sir."
"Hey, there's no need to thank me. If you want to thank me, just thank this guy." Professor Chen couldn't put it down because he couldn't put down the newly acquired paintings, so he replied casually.
Jiang Ran couldn't help but cast his eyes on Tang Ji, only to find that the latter blinked at him and lowered his head shyly.
At this moment, Sun Yufu, who was sitting in the lobby, walked in and complained: "Okay, okay, what time is it? The old man is hungry. Old man Chen, don't just stand there and giggle, trying to eat something."
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"Okay, okay!" Professor Chen put a few poems on the desk and ordered Mrs. Chen to prepare the meal.
Tang Ji and Jiu'er looked at each other and quickly followed.
Although Jiang Ran didn't know how to cook, he still chased after her.
Li Yu, Professor Chen and Sun Yufu were soon left in the room. Li Yu quickly sat back on the main seat in the lobby, looked at Professor Chen and giggled, "Mr. Chen, what do you think of Tang Ji?"
"I heard that in addition to his excellent poetry, he can also check accounts without an abacus. Based on this alone, if he enters the household department, he will probably achieve a lot." After Professor Chen answered, he poured a cup of herbal tea for Sun Yufu.
Li Yu also felt that Tang Ji would definitely shine when he entered the court, but since he was in Huaizhou now, it was impossible for him to go to Kyoto.
Otherwise, it would be difficult to find such interesting people!
Shaking his head, he stopped thinking about it and ended the topic.
At the same time, in a certain music studio in Dongcheng, Li Xian looked at the woman kneeling in front of him playing the piano with an angry face, and scolded: "You can even play five wrong tunes of Gong Shang Jiao Zheng Yu, what are you going to win?"
Jiang Ran? Play this section ten times for me."
"Yes!" Luo Qingqing's face was full of grievances, but she did not dare to refute. She imagined Jiang Ran's figure in her mind and gritted her teeth. She secretly swore in her heart: "Jiang Ran, I will definitely step on you this time!"
Then, the sweet music came from the private room again.