Chapter 462 (1/2)
On the floor, the rice paper was in a mess, all of which were full of words.
Most people practice calligraphy at will and write what they are familiar with. Generally speaking, they are poems. After all, 300 poems of Tang Dynasty can be recited by children.
At this moment, the charm of Chinese ancient poetry shows incisively and vividly.
Sitting on the ground, Gu xiuxuan was looking for the second half of the poem, but when he looked at one of them, he recited a sentence, unable to let go.
These poems are really gorgeous, full of charm, such as drinking good wine!
Shaking m instinctively began to pick up these rice paper, and even smoothed the crumpled rice paper by sun Mo and put them one by one.
Sun Mo was still immersed in the joy of splashing ink. Seeing this scene, he almost scared to urinate. He rushed over and took the rice paper from the hand of shaking M. after brushing it twice, it was torn up.
”What are you doing?”
Gu xiuxuan is very angry and roars at Sun mo.
Some of them are not good for others
Sun Mo smiles.
Kyushu, the peak of the feudal dynasty, is also popular with poetry and ode, but there is no magnificent chapter of ancient China. After all, Li Bai and Su Shi, no matter in any era, are the only outstanding people in the world.
Their poems can be used to hang all Kyushu aborigines.
If these verses were spread out, they would be absolutely famous in the epicenter, and sun Mo would be famous for it.
As a teacher, this kind of fame adds a lot to his image, but he doesn't dare to take it.
Although no one is accusing sun mo of plagiarism, he can't get through it psychologically.
To be honest, who doesn't want to be famous?
Sun Mo wrote half of his journey to the west, which was famous in Jinling within a month, and then began to radiate to the south of the Yangtze River. As long as he finished writing, he would be a famous contemporary novelist.
But Sun Mo didn't write about it. Even though Zheng Qingfang had asked for so many times, he didn't have time to get rid of it.
Sun Mo really has no time?
For sun Mo, who has long been familiar with his journey to the west, all he has to do is to write the content in vernacular, but he has integrity after all.
”My work?”
Gu xiuxuan looked at Sun Mo suspiciously and reflected on the verses just now: ”are you being modest? Or insulting my taste? ”
”Er!”
Sun Mo found that he had said something wrong just now because of his impatience, so he quickly explained: ”this is not my work, I copied it!”
”From where?”
Shake m asked.
”An ancient book!”
Sun Mo shakes the pot.
”I believe you're a ghost, you sunmo, you're so cruel!”
Gu xiuxuan gives sun Mo a look and grabs the remaining rice paper.
She is also a half literate girl. I dare not say that she has read all the poems and Odes of Kyushu, but 70% of them are absolutely there. Once such masterpieces are made, they will never be covered with dust.
But Gu has never seen these lines.
”If you have something to say, don't swear!”
Sun Mo is quick to destroy the rice paper.
”What's the name of that ancient book? where? Can you lend it to me? ”
Gu xiuxuan asked the Sanlian.
”Er!”
Sun Mo was dumb.
”Didn't you just say yesterday that we are good friends?”
Shuo M's words are sharp at this time. Seeing sun Mo's hesitation, he knows that he has made a good guess. Maybe these poems were made by sun mo.
Otherwise, with sun Mo's generosity, he would never refuse himself. After all, what is an ancient poem? Others have taught students Damo Zhentian Quan in front of themselves.
It's a saint level skill. I don't know how many times it is more precious than any ancient poetry.
Sun Mo grabs his hair and talks to smart people. If he wants to lie, he needs to cover up the previous lies with more lies, and then there will be more and more loopholes.
”I see. You want to be famous in the name of a famous teacher, not a poet!”
Gu Xiuzhen thought that she had found the key point. In Kyushu of the Middle Kingdom, poetry was a minor road, and great poets were not respected by great masters.
Moreover, sometimes poets are regarded by some bigoted masters as a cheap job to amuse people with poems. After all, where are the most popular poems?
It's the magic skill of firework women in Qinlou chuguan to raise their status and attract customers!
What else can sun Mo say?
Only smile!
”What's the sentence below that river going east?”
Gu xiuxuan was curious.
”To the west of the old base, humanity is the red cliff of Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms!”
Sun Mo didn't hide it.
Gu xiuxuan murmured and guessed: ”although I don't know who Zhou Lang is, but combined with the artistic conception of words and sentences, this should be a very powerful teacher!”
”Well!”Sun Mo made a casual response, took Gu Xiuyun's wrist and tried to pull her up: ”OK, go to dinner.”
”Wait a minute. I think this sentence can be changed to Chiang's residence. Humanity is like a dog in front of the house. What do you think?”
Instead of waiting for sun Mo to answer, Gu Xiuzhen started laughing. To tell the truth, the nickname ”dog in front of the door” was used to satirize sun mo. but now, after the third assessment, who dares to question him?
”You still laugh!”
Sun Mo stretched out his hand in anger and pinched Gu Xiuyun's cheek, which made her red lips purr.
”Er!”