Chapter 47 (1/2)

LAN Yueyu:... You really look up to me when you are old.

But I still clicked on the picture.

Cursive?

LAN Xiangyu looks at the content again. Although there is only half of the stone tablet, LAN Xiangyu knows when he sees the first two sentences. Mr. Du Fu's ”looking at the mountains”!

[Xiao Yu: Er... Shen Lao. I may be a little helpful. I know the words on it...]

Shen Yitian was surprised, [Shen Yitian: really? That's great! Wait, I'll pull you into the group first.]

Then LAN Xiangyu found himself in a group of three. No, it should be a group of four now.

Although I don't know who these people are, most of those who can be in the same group as Shen Yitian are the old gentlemen at the top of the ancient culture association.

[Xiao Yu: Hello, teachers. I'm LAN Xiyu. Just call me Xiao Yu.]

Shen panchi glanced at the very clever woman. Oh, the cub has two faces?!

[Shen Yitian: Xiao Yu said she knew the words on the stone tablet, so I pulled her in.]

Nanjiuhui is a stubborn little old man. They can't understand the ancient characters. Where can a young man understand them? Old man Shen really is!

[Nan Jiuhui: don't joke, old man Shen. Painting well doesn't mean you have attainments in ancient characters.]

Zhou Ziheng, the peacemaker, saw that the atmosphere was a little wrong and immediately came out to make things right. [Zhou Ziheng: Oh, LAN Xiaoyou said it and understood it. Let's listen to her opinion. There's nothing to argue about. LAN Xiaoyou, tell me your opinion (smile)]

Through a few words, LAN Xiangyu probably understood the characters of the three people.

[Xiao Yu: This is cursive script, a kind of Chinese font, which was formed in the Han Dynasty of China. The words on it record an ancient poem.]

Shen Yitian: I've seen it in ancient books in the Han Dynasty, and it's a long time ago

[Zhou Ziheng: ancient poetry? Which dynasty?!] Zhou Ziheng is very obsessed with ancient poetry, but there are few ancient poems left in the interstellar era.

[Xiao Yu: it's ”looking at the mountains” by Du Fu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty]

[Zhou Ziheng: Du Fu?! Du Fu, I know! I've seen his poems in ancient books! ”Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky”!]

LAN Xiangyu knows that the current ancient books should be the books of the earth in the 20th century. The characters on them are simplified characters. The words on the stone tablet are all wild grass, and it is normal for several gentlemen not to know.

[Xiao Yu: This is Mr. Du Fu's quatrains, followed by two sentences: ”the window contains thousands of autumn snow in the Xiling, and the door parks the boat of Wu Wanli in the East”.]

[Zhou Ziheng: two more sentences? There are only the first two sentences in the book. I thought it was just two sentences.]

LAN Xiangyu:

[Xiao Yu: Yes, this is an ancient style of poetry called quatrains. It was written by the poet with joy after hearing about the victory of the national war.]

Then LAN Xiangyu explained the meaning and creative background of the poem to several people.

Zhou Ziheng listened with interest. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the poem explained by LAN Xiangyu was very in line with the background at that time. [Zhou Ziheng: wonderful, wonderful!]