novelraw Chapter 123 Writing Poetry
Chapter 123 Writing Poetry
"The reason is very simple, because from June to August every year, it happens to be the rainy season on Mount Tai." Hu Hai replied with a very simple answer, as for saying "At this time of the year, the summer rain belt will first move to the northernmost part of North China." , and then retreated to the south of North China." Needless to say, this kind of high-level theory, even Ying Zheng couldn't understand it.
"That's why, when I went hunting yesterday, I talked with several old farmers near Mount Tai, and I learned that the weather in the mountains has been cloudy and cloudy recently, and there may be light rain today." Hu Hai said without blushing, anyway, yesterday he It is true that I exchanged weather conditions with the old farmer near Mount Tai, and the old farmer did tell him that it might rain today, remember to bring an umbrella or something.
However, the timing of the rain was inferred from later history books.Although Sima Qian didn't write the specific name, there is a record that the first emperor took shelter from the rain under the Wudafu pine. The Wudafu pine of later generations is located between Shibapan and Zhongtianmen.
"You are really careful." Ying Zheng stroked his beard in satisfaction, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he frowned again and said, "But why...why did you say that the real dragon appeared? What if it doesn't rain? "
"If you don't do it, you don't do it. It's just a loss of my son's face. My son is just a son, just a minister, and he's still a child. What's so great about losing face? Anyway, after a few years, when my son grows up, he won't People remember. But the father is different, the father is the king of a country, how can he lose face? Feng Chan encountered a storm, it is not a big deal, but it is small... If it is said from the mouth of a caring person, the father should I still remember the group of Confucian scholars at the bottom of the mountain. The Confucian scholars in Shandong have always been arrogant and arrogant. Accept the Zen rites formulated by them, now that they know about your father coming down to the mountain and encountering rain, will they laugh at you... No, it should be said that they waited so hard for this opportunity, so they will definitely laugh at you, father." Hu Hai Looking at Ying Zheng with a straight face and a serious expression, he said: "It's fine to laugh at it, will they turn rain on the mountain into rain on the mountain, and then declare that when you go up the mountain, you've been hit by a storm, so you can't be enshrined in Zen." "
There is no doubt that they will do so.What Sima Qian wrote in "The Benji of Qin Shihuang" is "down, when the storm comes, rest under the tree"; while in "Book of Fengchan", it becomes "the first emperor is on Mount Tai, when Zhongban encounters a storm, rest under the big tree." ", while Confucian scholars said that because "it is too short to be used as a gift for sealing things, and when the emperor heard of wind and rain, he would ridicule him"; 12 years later, when Qin died, in order to sell Feng Chan in front of the new master, he was afraid The new master thought it was unlucky because the first emperor had enshrined Zen and his country was subjugated, so he pretended that "the first emperor went to Mount Tai and was hit by a storm, so he was not allowed to enshrine Zen."
"What you said is very reasonable." Ying Zheng stroked his beard and wanted to say something, when he heard a thunderclap in the sky, and then heard the sound of "di di di da da" raindrops from the roof of the car, the sound getting louder and louder The bigger it gets, the bigger it gets to the back, it feels like someone is pouring water on the roof of the car, "It's raining a lot!" Ying Zheng said with some worry and swelling, "Will there be no mountain torrents like this?"
Hu Hai stood up, pushed the window open, the strong wind blew in with the raindrops, but Hu Hai was unmoved, just stood there quietly, admiring the scenery outside the window.
I saw that the environment was sunny just now, but because the sky was covered with black clouds, it was already pitch black, like a late-night horror movie.
Among the clouds, Hu Hai could faintly see purple electric lights flickering in it. If it wasn't for Ying Zheng still sitting in the car, Hu Hai would have joked, "Didn't you say that animals can't become spirits after the founding of the People's Republic of China? Who is this powerful man who is ascending?" Transcend robbery?"
"Father, there is no need to worry. Summer storms come and go faster, and the rain will stop soon." Hu Hai said confidently.
Although "The Book of the First Emperor" and "Book of Feng Chan" did not say it clearly, it can be seen that the rain was either not heavy, or it did not last long enough. Otherwise, how could a pine tree stop the rain?And if it really rained for several hours, or if there was a torrent or a torrent of rocks, it would have been recorded in the history books by those long-tongued Confucian men.
In this life, because I have been vaccinated in advance, I believe that under my own actions, this matter will spread throughout the country. When the time comes, the rain will not only not be a bad omen, but it may even become the standard for future emperors to enshrine Zen— —If it doesn't rain, it means that you don't have the real dragon sense, and if you don't have the real dragon sense, you are not the right man.
Hmm...according to this standard, after I became Emperor Qin II, when there is no accurate weather forecast, I will not come to Feng Chan if I kill him.
"Bear boy, why are you standing there laughing? Why don't you close the window quickly? It's so cold on the mountain, and you still open the window?" Ying Zheng walked over, closed the car window with a "snap", then stretched out his hand to grab Hu Hai, and opened the window. Hu Hai pulled him to the soft couch in the car, found a thin quilt to wrap Hu Hai up, and then sat on the other side in peace, looking at a book, and slowly flipping through it.
Since the bear boy said that nothing will happen, then there must be nothing wrong.What's more, it's all like this, and it's useless to worry about it.
Looking at Ying Zheng who was reading the book with a calm face, he was wrapped into a ball by the quilt, and occasionally tried to struggle to get out, but was kicked back to the original place by his father, his own father, and finally pressed on his body by his own father Dear Hu Hai, I really need to tell him, dear father, even if the temperature on the mountain is low in summer, it’s not shorts and suspenders that you wore yesterday.This is the crown suit!There are more than a dozen layers of crown clothes!The whole person is not well dressed, and you still smashed the quilt for your son?What a hatred and hatred!Have you forgotten that your baby got prickly heat in the winter?
With tears in the corners of Hu Hai's eyes, he recalled a post he had read on Mou Ya before, "We have grown up—the misuse of 818 parents when they raised us". Under the care of a confused father like Ying Zheng, he not only survived, but also It is not easy to grow up healthy.
Because the preparations for the rain had already been made, this time there was no record of "the first emperor resting under the tree"—of course, even if Ying Zheng wanted to rest under the tree, Hu Hai would never agree.He didn't even know the common sense that he couldn't stand under a tree when it was thundering and raining. Do he still need to be a time traveler after thousands of years?
Summer storms come fast, fall fast, and go even faster.After about ten minutes of downpour, it turned into light rain.About half an hour later, the rain stopped completely, the clouds dispersed, the sun fell from the sky, and the rainbow hung on the other side of the mountain, causing everyone to exclaim again.
Seeing that the rain had finally stopped outside, Hu Hai, who had been nearly fainted by his father, yelled, "Since the rain has stopped, I will return the other king's car first", and then waited for Ying Zheng to respond. Come here, jump up directly from the couch, tidy up your clothes a bit, then open the car door, and rush out as if to escape.
Ying Zheng put down the book in his hand, a smile hung on the corner of his mouth, teasing his son or something, it really didn't feel good.
As soon as Hu Hai got out of the king's chariot, the flustered look just now disappeared immediately, replaced by a calm and elegant face.
"Young...Young Master." Zhao Gao looked at Hu Hai who was slowly getting off the king's chariot with a look of sincerity and fear, his eyes seemed to be looking at a heavenly being, and he said in a trembling voice: "Do you have any orders?"
"Bring a pen and paper, I want to write a poem." Hu Hai glanced back at Wang Che, and said angrily, flicking his sleeves.
snort!Bad dad, just know how to bully your baby.Don't you like to litter the mountains with rubbish and carve stone tablets every time you go to a scenic spot, and write all kinds of fancy "visit here"?You engrave, I also write, after thousands of years, see whether the world remembers your "visit here" or remembers "visit here".
When Zhao Gao brought the pen and paper, Hu Hai pondered for a while, then quickly splashed ink on the paper and said: "In June, when you go to Mount Tai, the Shiping Imperial Road opens. Six dragons pass through myriad ravines, and ravines and valleys follow. Horse trails circle around Bifeng, Today it is full of moss. The rain is falling and the water is rushing and the pine is mourning. The north looks at the strange peaks, and the cliffs are smashed to the east. The cave gate is closed with stone fans, and the ground is full of clouds and thunder. Climb the height and look at the Pengliu, imagining the Jinyintai. There was a long roar from the gate of heaven, and the breeze came from thousands of miles. Four or five jade girls floated down to Jiugai. They smiled and drew their hands, and left me the Liuxia cup. Jishou worshiped him again, and felt ashamed that he was not a fairy. The small universe is open, so what a waste of life."
After copying this famous poem by Li Bai, Hu Hai thought for a while, that contemporary people may not be able to appreciate the beauty in the poem, so he copied another poem, "Cai Taitan, Chai Taiqing. Receive the destiny and repay the heaven. The emperor's heart, Recommend the sound of music. Aspirations up, song down to welcome. Hundreds of gods, come down to the court. Riding the sun and moon, accompanying the stars. Jiazhu letter, big xinxin. The heart of the spirit, the spirit of the drunken emperor. A hundred appearances, tribute to the eight wastes Nine Songs, Ten Thousand Dances. Su Zhen Zhen, Keng Huang Huang. Emperor Xin Xin, Fu Rang Rang. High above, the way is bright. Material things begin, virtue is difficult to name. Inherit the fate of the family, shepherd the common people. The world is peaceful, and the order is peaceful. The way of heaven has no relatives, and sincerity is with neighbors. Mountains and rivers are full of rituals, and palaces are restored. Jade and silk are not prosperous, but wisdom will be true. Zheng Si and one virtue are connected with all gods. Enjoy the emperor and relatives, Wei Xiao Wei Sheng. Jixi Yide, Prosperity becomes fate. Hua Yi is like-minded, Sheng Yong is prosperous. The spirit of the Ming Dynasty has come to an end, and I am sincerely respectful."
Zhao Gao looked at the first one, and then at the latter one, although he always knew that the young master's writing skills were good——his writing skills were not good, how could he make a fool of himself?But two poems with completely different styles can be written almost at the same moment, which is not something ordinary literati can do.What's even more rare is that the previous song can barely be regarded as a travel experience, but the latter one is...
"Music?" Zhao Gao looked at Hu Hai in surprise.
"Well, you go find someone to compose a good song, and then arrange a good dance. When the emperor finds time to entertain the officials, especially the Confucian scholars, let them dance this, understand?" Hu Hai looked at Zhao Gao in a low voice Said.
"Understood, understood!" I understood so well!To put it bluntly, isn't it just a slap in the face?I like this thing!
"Hmm..." Hu Hai nodded slightly. In fact, the latter poem is not the focus, but the previous poem.
That's the story of Li Bai looking at the legendary three islands of Penglai when he went to Taishan to reminisce about the emperor's consecration of Zen, and imagined that he met a fairy who gave him a cup. Isn't that guy Xu Fu going to talk about the legend of the three islands of Penglai soon?