Chapter 230 Zhao Ji, your best person is right in front of you! [Please subscribe and ask for monthly tickets]

Author: Fengge swallows the dragon

Chapter 230 Zhao Ji, your best person is right in front of you! [Please subscribe and ask for monthly tickets]

The person coming was Cao Ang.

Maybe it was because I rode a horse all the way, and then walked quickly after getting off the horse.

At this moment, Cao Ang was breathing and vomiting, and there were a few drops of sweat falling from his forehead. It seemed that he had a lot of hard work along the way.

After staring at Cao Ang for a few seconds.

Cai Yan's heart suddenly fell from the air and fell straight back to her chest.

The original panic and the chaotic thoughts in my mind were the moment when Cao Ang arrived, the moment he saw Cao Ang's face.

All disappeared without a trace.

"The sun has not set yet, and Zi Xiu is still late. I just wish you a pity and say nothing, have you thought about what kind of poetry you want to write?"

Before he recovered, his tone was full of tranquility and coldness.

And after hearing this.

Cao Ang's chest suddenly slapped with a sound of confidence and confidence.

"Zhao Ji doesn't need to say much. You and I will enter the house. I will write it word by word to you to ensure that you lose and you lose nothing to say!"

Cao Ang just finished speaking.

Cai Yan couldn't help but smile.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing his pearly white teeth hidden under his pink and tender lips.

It is like a lotus flower that stands proudly among the lotus leaves in the pond, blooming with nobility.

"I hope it's as Zixiu said. If this is true, it will prove that as a teacher, I have not misled my children, and it is not a waste of effort."

...

In the quiet room.

Cao Ang sat in front of the table, and a blank bamboo slip was already spread out on the desk.

Cai Yan knelt on the side, watching Cao Ang grinding ink quietly, without saying a word to avoid disturbing him.

After a moment of meditation.

Cao Ang took a deep breath.

Then I picked up the pen and wrote the first sentence on the bamboo slip. The words were vividly revealed on it.

"The peacock flies southeast, wandering every five miles."

"Thirteen can weave simplicity, fourteen can cut clothes..."

That's right.

The text Cao Ang found in the textbook is also the article he chose.

It is this article "The Peacock Flies Southeast"!

In terms of genre, it is a long narrative poem. Although I don’t know who made it and when it was the poem, it can be determined that the cultural mainstream that conforms to the present.

Secondly, this poem is easy to understand, but while the language is concise, it does not lose its artistic value and far-reaching significance.

This is in line with Cao Ang's identity as a beginner in poetry and prose, and allows him to show off his high level of thought in a big way.

No matter from which perspective.

They all meet Cao Ang's requirements very much.

Definitely the best choice!

...

"You should be a rock, and I should be a pampas reed. Pampas reeds are as silk as silk, and the rock has no transfer."

This poem is very long.

When Cao Ang grew up, he changed several pairs of bamboo slips.

Cai Yan sat aside, watching quietly from beginning to end, the words written on Cao Ang’s bamboo slips.

When some paragraphs came out at first.

Zhao Ji didn't show too much surprise.

After all, the first half is mainly narrative, and it depicts some of the words and actions of Liu Lanzhi, Jiao Zhongqing, Liu's mother and Jiao's mother.

The narrative subject is very complete and the story is also very telling, but if you want to talk about the literary level, you can't see it well in the first half.

At least from the perspective of Cai Yan, a contemporary literary master.

It's well written, but not particularly amazing.

Just when the above two sentences appeared, Cai Yan's eyes suddenly changed.

If Cao Ang hadn't been writing.

She probably couldn't help but slap her high-high on the spot and exclaimed "well written"!

As the contents of the second half of "Peacock Flying Southeast" emerged one after another, Zhao Ji's expression began to become more complex and profound.

Liu Lanzhi was forced by her brother, and Jiao Zhongqing was not allowed to disobey her mother's will and filial piety.

In the panic, the two of them were like two of the lightest and weakest floating dust. They had no ability to resist and could only end up in a tragic end.

...

"I put on my skirt and took off my silk shoes, and raised my body to the Qing pond. My life is gone today, and my soul will remain forever.

When the officials heard about this, they knew that they had always parted. They wandered under the trees in the courtyard and hung on the southeast branches."

Although I had already expected it.

But the moment when I saw these poems and essays, Cai Yan couldn't help but look shocked.

There was a hint of sadness in his eyes, as if he was mourning the fate of the two protagonists in the poem, and also sighing for the love of the world.

"Play!"

A crisp sound of writing.

After writing the last word, Cao Ang put the brush aside, then looked at Cai Yan calmly, with a slight look inquiry in his eyes.

The house was quiet for a long time.

The two sat together and were silent.

Zhao Ji is still immersed in the world of poetry and prose at this moment, and she is very stunning.

Cao Ang was waiting quietly.

It took a long time later.

Cai Yan suddenly woke up.

His eyes were full of complexity and surprise, and he stared straight at Cao Ang, looking up and down, observing left and right, as if he wanted to see him thoroughly.

"Zi Xu, is this poem really written by you?"

...

Facing Cai Yan's inquiry.

Cao Ang seemed extremely calm.

He explained very carefully: "To be honest, Zhao Ji, when you and I made a bet a month ago, I was thinking about how to win."

"After all, I am a beginner who has been studying for a while. I am definitely not very good at vocabulary and classical allusions. This is a gap."

"So if you want to win, you must learn from your strengths and weaknesses. I first constructed such a story, and then wrote this story with what you taught me, which is the poem you saw."

Cai Yan nodded happily when he heard this.

He praised with surprise: "Zi Xiu is really smart and extremely intelligent. He uses stories that are enough to touch people and think deeply to make up for the shortcomings in the pile of vocabulary, which is also a great question!"

After Cao Ang explained this.

More than 80% of Cai Yan is believed that Cao Ang made it based on his own abilities.

It is mainly because the mainstream style in the literary world is to emphasize the beautiful words and express inner ambitions.

Rewrite the scenery and express emotions, but ignore narrative and discuss things.

As long as a writer with some level of skill, he is generally not good at writing such narrative poems.

If you don’t have a good level, you can’t write such things, so it is likely that it was written by Cao Ang himself.

"How is it, Miss Zhaoji, this "Peacock Flying Southeast" is still in your eyes. How should we calculate the bet between us?"

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To be continued...