Chongwenguan Hall School.
Not only Li Zhi, but all the princes under the age of twelve were present. From Prince Li Zhi to Prince Jin, all of them were present.
"This is today's lesson! Your Highnesses, go back and recite ten poems that describe spring. Furthermore, write a poem with spring as the theme and submit it to me. " Today's lesson was taught by a forty-something-year-old Chongwenguan Hall Doctor with a thin figure. His name was Zhao Gongcun.
"Ah! Write a poem! "
The entire Chongwenguan Hall was suddenly filled with cries of grief!
When Meton's figure appeared at the entrance, he instantly attracted everyone's attention.
"Meton!" Li Zhi loudly shouted.
Li Zhi indeed did not call Meton the Great Demon King. It was not because he was bribed by Meton's cake, nor was it because he suddenly understood the mysteries of mathematics. It was because Li Zhi had encountered a problem that was a thousand times more difficult than mathematics — writing a poem.
Li Zhi was also very fond of ancient poems. Although he always called Meton the Great Demon King and complained that mathematics was too difficult, he still admired Meton for being able to write poems.
However, when it was his turn to write a poem, only then did Li Zhi realize how painful it was.
It was not only Li Zhi who was in pain. All the princes were in pain. Youth was the time when they were playful, yet they had to calm down and write poems. That was the greatest torture. However, as a child of the imperial family, when they had to endure endless glory and wealth, they also had to bear more burdens than ordinary children.
The other princes also looked at Meton with complicated gazes. Mo Jiazi had been in the limelight these days. Even if they had been in the palace for a long time, their ears were like thunder.
"Ai! If I had Mo Jiazi's talent, I wouldn't have to be so conflicted! "The princes could not help but lament in their hearts.
"You are Mo Jiazi?" Zhao Gongcun looked at the handsome Meton and said angrily.
"Meton greets Mister Zhao." Meton respectfully bowed. Meton had long heard of this great historical figure.
"Hmph! You have some strange talent, but it's a pity you didn't use it in the right way! "Zhao Gongcun coldly snorted and left.
After Zhao Gongcun left, the Chongwenguan Hall became lively. Everyone gathered around Meton, all of them regained their youthful temperament.
"Sleeping Spring, everywhere... . A big bear comes at night, no one can escape. "
The Prince of Qi, Li You, surrounded Modun and recited this crooked poem in cadence. The surrounding princes immediately burst into laughter. Of these princes, the Prince of Qi, Li You, was the most mischievous and had the worst grades.
"The sun shines, the incense burner produces purple smoke. Meton comes to the roast duck restaurant. His saliva flowed three thousand feet, but when he touched his pockets, there was no money. Meton, do you like roast duck? I don't like roast duck, I like fried chicken. "Prince Yue, Li Zhen, drooled.
"I also don't like roast duck, I like cake." Prince Qi proudly said.
"Eh!"
Meton's face was filled with black lines. He did not expect that his self-deprecating words would be taken seriously by this group of brats.
"Meton, what is a bachelor?" Li Zhi curiously asked from the side.
Meton immediately broke out in cold sweat. He felt that today's scolding was not in vain. It was no wonder that Zhao Gongcun disliked him.
"This! When you grow up, you will know. Don't you want to write poems? Hurry up and do it. Later, you will need to study mathematics! "Meton quickly changed the topic, afraid that this group of brats would say something shocking.
"Write poems?"
Li Zhi's face immediately wrinkled. The other princes also hung their heads dejectedly.
"Forget it. I don't think I can even memorize ten poems. This time, I will definitely be beaten!" Li You was like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.
"That's right, that's right. We are not as talented as you." Li Zhi and the others said with envy.
"Actually, writing poems is very simple." Meton consoled.
"Simple?"
The princes looked at Meton as if they were looking at a monster.
"Is that so? We also want to know how to write poems here. It's simple! "Li Shimin's voice sounded from behind Meton.
"Father!"
Li Zhi and the others' faces immediately changed. They immediately stood in a row.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!" Meton's face also changed. He quickly turned around and bowed. He lowered his head guiltily. He did not know if Li Shimin heard Li Zhi asking about bachelors.
"Hmph! Dispense with the formalities! We are also very curious about how the famous Mo Jiazi writes poems! " Li Shimin coldly snorted. Although Li Shimin was about to conquer the world, he was indeed very talented. There were many poems by Li Shimin that were passed down in history.
"The strong wind knows the strong grass, the board knows the sincere minister."
"Using bronze as a mirror, one can straighten one's clothes; using ancient times as a mirror, one can know the rise and fall; using people as a mirror, one can know the gains and losses."
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If he was not full of wisdom, how could he write such a classic poem? It could be seen that Li Shimin was very talented in poetry.
"Replying to Your Majesty! Although writing poems requires inspiration and talent, it is not impossible to find. As long as you can find the pattern behind the poem, writing a poem is not a difficult thing. "Meton had no choice but to bite the bullet and say.
"Pattern? This is your Mo Family's research? "Li Shimin asked.
"That's right!" Meton said proudly. "As long as you can grasp the pattern of the poem, you can easily write a poem.
"What a load of nonsense!"
Zhao Gongcun, who was behind Li Shimin, could not listen any longer. He loudly reprimanded.
Zhao Gongcun was also a great poet. He was in charge of teaching the princes. Naturally, his knowledge was not shallow.
"Is that so?"
Meton's mouth revealed a trademark smile.
"That brat dares to say a few words of nonsense. Senior Zhao, please advise. Poetry is about symmetry. For example, clouds versus rain, snow versus wind, night versus clear sky. A swan versus a swallow, a lodging bird versus a worm. Three Foot Sword, Six Jun Bow, Mountain North versus River East, Political Hall on Earth, Moon Palace on Heaven. "Merton said.
"Political Hall on Earth, Moon Palace on Heaven!" Li Shimin was shocked.
Political Hall was Empress Zhangsun's bedroom. Meton compared the Political Hall with the Moon Palace. One was in heaven, one was in the mortal world. It was easy to obtain a good poem.
"He can write half a poem so easily?"
Zhao Gongcun's expression changed. He was a person who often wrote poems. Of course, he knew that these were words that he often used. However, he had never made such a clear comparison.
However, Meton was not done. He continued, "Spring versus summer, autumn versus winter, Evening Drum versus Morning Bell. Watching the mountain versus playing with the water, Green Bamboo versus Green Pine. Feng Fu Hu, Ye Gong Long, Dancing Butterfly versus Ming Bird. Teacher wants Your Highness to compose a poem with spring. That brat has a poem in here. Spring Garden's Oriole, Autumn Beyond the Great Wall's Wild Goose. "
"Spring versus autumn, Oriole versus Wild Goose! Just right for Yong Yong. " Li Shimin carefully chewed on this poem. He found that this poem was indeed a good poem. However, after a careful reading, he realized that this poem was full of craftsmanship. As long as the framework was there, one could fill in the words and combinations almost at will.
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"Clear versus turbid, bitter versus salty, One Qi versus Three Qing. The Smoke Straw Hat versus the Rain Hat. The Moon List versus the Wind Sail. Orioles chirping, Swallows chirping, Willows versus Songshan … "
"Can or can't, Sage versus sage, Wei versus Hundun. Sparrow versus fish net, Cui Yong versus Cangyan. Red gauze canopy, white cloth gown, pen versus letter. … "
"Crown versus belt, hat versus gown, Fishbone versus slanderous words. Sailing boats versus riding horses, Vulgar versus folk. Mice are large, Rabbits are small, History books versus books. The city hears the memorial horn, Jiangpu acknowledges the return of the sail. The river's source forms Mi Mi, Mount Tai tens of thousands of mountains and rocks. Zheng is the Wu Gong, bestowing black clothes and virtue; Zhou is the Liang Bo, Song Bei Jin to slander. "
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