Gongyu Mingxi thought that wouldn't it be a blessing for the people of Daxia if she could let the people of Daxia take a look at those classics and poems?

Naturally, she was not so shameless as to publicize these cultural wealth in her own name. She had thought about it. She would name the book she compiled under the name of Anonymous, and then make it fake and turn it into a lost ancient book.

For her, who has been dealing with gold and stone for most of her life and has continued to compile "The Record of Gold and Stone", the matter of counterfeiting is really a simple matter.

Qi Xun was halfway through the drawing and felt a little cold. He wanted to go back to his room to get a cloak from the cupboard and put it on, but he saw his beautiful mother writing furiously. When he asked, he found out what I was writing.

Qixun became interested: "The culture of the post-Song Dynasty also has dazzling features, such as the Yuan Dynasty, a song "Autumn Thoughts": withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people, old roads with westerly winds and thin horses, sunsets in the west, heartbroken people

At the end of the world, it makes people sigh and feel sour, and the desolation of late autumn and early winter can be seen clearly before our eyes. In the Qing Dynasty, there was also a poet named Nalan Rongruo who was born in an aristocratic family. His family was once prominent, but later fell into decline.

Just like when we first met, why is the autumn wind sad and painted on the fan? It can easily change the heart of an old friend, but the heart of an old friend can change easily, which has made many future generations melancholy and moved. Song Ci is certainly the brightest pearl in the long history, and it can be compared with it.

There are only Tang poems, but Yuan opera also has its own uniqueness."

Gongyu Mingxi recalled the song "Autumn Thoughts" and then listened carefully to Nalan Rongruo's sentence "If life is just like the first time we met", he couldn't help but be fascinated for a while.

When he came back to his senses, there was only a sigh.

Qi Xundao: "The beauty of poetry lies in its ability to arouse empathy, but I prefer bold and bold words. One of the founding fathers of our flower gardening family once wrote "Qin Yuan Chun". I think that throughout history,

Among the remaining poems, this Que's "Spring Snow in Qinyuan" is undoubtedly first-class in terms of the majesty of the weather."

Princess Mingxi suppressed the melancholy in her heart and said with a smile: "Recite it and let me listen."

"The scenery of the North is covered with ice for thousands of miles and snow drifting for thousands of miles. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is only a vast expanse; the rivers up and down suddenly lose their torrents. Silver snakes dance in the mountains, and wax figures in the original ponds want to compete with the gods. On a sunny day, look at the red clothes

Wrapped in plain clothes, she is extraordinarily enchanting. There are so many beauties in the country that she has attracted countless heroes to bow down. I admire the emperors of Qin and Han Dynasty, but they are slightly less talented in literature; the ancestors of Tang and Song Dynasties are slightly less coquettish. Genghis Khan, the genius of the generation, only knows how to bend a bow and shoot big eagles. Let's go together.

Well, when it comes to counting famous people, we still have to look at the current situation."

After listening to this, Gong Yumingxi thought to himself, "What kind of person with a strong heart can he write such words!"

The artistic conception is magnificent, the momentum is magnificent, and the whole poem is grand and majestic. Is it possible for ordinary people to have that kind of heroic mind?

For the founding emperors of the past dynasties, even if they were emperors in later generations, they rarely hid their wealth publicly. However, this great man Xiaoxun mentioned did not shy away and expressed his feelings directly. How proud and passionate he was about the era in which he lived.

As well as having confidence in the figures of one's own time, only then can one stand from a historical perspective, look down upon the founding emperors of the historical generation, and say something like, "It's all over, let's count the famous figures, but let's look at the present."

Of course, judging from Xiao Xun's description of her past time and space, this great man is indeed qualified.

He indeed led the leading figures of that era to create a beautiful and desirable new world.

His Majesty the First Emperor unified the six kingdoms and created a great unification for later generations, but this successor led the talented people of his era to create a stronger and better world.

The great achievements of the outstanding talents of that era may not be unprecedented, but at least they are unprecedented.

Qi Xun really likes this poem, especially the line "The road to the pass is really like iron, but now I'm crossing it from the beginning". The confidence and wildness in the bones, the iron bones in the poem, make people feel like it after reading it.

Enjoyable.

Although discussing poetry in front of a poet like my mother is a bit like trying to do what I like, but my own mother, what is there to be embarrassed about?

Besides, it’s just about talking about the people and poems you like.

Everyone likes a different style.

Some people like elegance, while others prefer boldness.

Some people love both.

Gong Yumingxi had a strong interest in the poems of this great man. She knew that her fourth daughter had a photographic memory. Since she liked his poems, she must have read them, so she had to write them down in silence.

Qixun naturally responded.

She has collected all that person's collected works. Unfortunately, the space cannot be opened now. Qi Xun has a feeling that when she can officially introduce the spirit into the body and embark on the path of cultivation, the space will be able to enter and exit.

During this period, while listening to Qixun's history talk, Gongyu Mingxi also learned about the Song Dynasty and the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties. He also listened to her introduction to Yuan music and asked Xiaoxun to write it down if he remembered it.

Qi Xun smiled and said: "Instead of asking me to be silent, it would be better to let Xiao Wu sort it out. In terms of poetry, I can't even compare to her."

She is a science student.

Gong Yumingxi thought the same thing.

Although the time and space where Xiao Wu lived was somewhat different from the history of her later generations, the general context was similar. Even in the Song Dynasty, there were many famous poets after her death. She had heard Xiao Wu mention a poet named Xin Qiji.

, this person's military, political, poetry, and even personal martial arts are extremely outstanding.

Leaving the matter to sister Lin, Qixun quickly ran away. Occasionally, he was quite good at poetry, but discussing poetry with his own mother made him bald, okay?

She should just be her craftsman honestly.

The basic teaching course she plans to write has not yet been completed.

Brother Lingzhou said that if it is really made up, it will be very necessary to introduce it into ethnic studies in the future. Even if it is not used in ethnic studies, everyone in their group who wants to enter school in the future must learn it.

But Qixun still hopes to introduce those basic courses into ethnic studies.

Due to clan studies, there are many literate people in Yanjia Village, but currently, the only people with the surname Yan and Liu who are famous are Yan's father, Yan Fengchi, and his fifth uncle, the scholar.

It is precisely because of this that the family attaches great importance to the county examination of the eldest cousin.

If another scholar comes out and is admitted to the Juren Examination in the future, the Yan family can be said to have a family background in poetry and literature.

Rarely seen.

Because my mother had some free time to compile a book by an unknown author, Lingyu was asked by her to assist in the editing. Fortunately, Lingsu was only trying to prepare medicines and did not need help. The family lived independently and had their own affairs.

The next day, the brothers and sisters made an appointment to go to the county town. Because there were many people, Lingqi went to the patriarch's house to borrow the ox cart because his family's ox cart needed to be delivered.

The five cousins ​​went to the county town together.

Gongyu Mingxi had just started editing a book, so he didn't want to go to the capital with them, so he stayed at home.

Even in this life, Lingyu has only been to the county town once or twice, and rarely goes out, curiously looking at the scenery along the way.

It's a pity that it's winter, the leaves are falling, the cold wind is blowing, and everything is chilly. There's really nothing to see.

Qixun felt that her monkey brother was an accident victim, and hoped that this time she would not encounter someone who would hurt someone by riding a horse, otherwise it would be too small.
Chapter completed!