Chapter 293

Because in their impression.

Jia Hui had always been a reckless man, a military general, an image of killing and fighting!

He actually had such deep cultural foundation!

You must know.

Evaluating poetry also represents a person's cultural level.

People who don't understand.

Can't say a single reason.

And Jia Hui's judgment showed the truth!

He had real level!

Jia Hui thought, I have read quite a few books in modern times and received nine years of compulsory education!

Even if I can't compose poetry, I can recite the Three Hundred Tang Poems!

Furthermore.

I also obtained all of Lu Bu's knowledge.

Although Lu Bu's cultural level was not as high as his military and martial arts level.

It was also quite extraordinary.

His literary talent was brilliant.

One can tell by looking at the few articles and surrender letters he wrote.

As the number one pen-pusher under Ding Yuan, the writing style of the Registrar Lu Bu was extremely good.

I dare not say he was the first among the Three Kingdoms' generals, but at least he was stronger than Guan Yu, who read the Spring and Autumn Annals at night!

Heh. I don't just crush you in martial arts and military affairs, I can also steadily crush you in culture!

Combining the two.

Therefore, Jia Hui's knowledge from the modern information explosion, his advanced vision, and Lu Bu's cultural foundation.

Made Jia Hui an incredibly learned and cultured person.

Therefore, his current cultural knowledge level, even if not top-notch.

At least it was first-class in the contemporary world.

And in the future, with the assistance of top civil officials like Chen Gong, Jiang Ji, Cheng Yu, and Mao Jie, his knowledge level in this area would only continue to improve!

"I was forced to abandon the pen for the sword."

Jia Hui smiled.

These words made everyone feel emotional and silent.

Everyone knew.

The reason for Jia Zhen and his son.

Indeed.

If it weren't for them, Jia Hui wouldn't have been forced to join the army and fight, right?

He might have gone to take the imperial examination.

Thinking of this.

The eyes of Li Wan, Tanchun, and the other women looking at Jia Hui became much softer, and carried more complex meanings.

"Haha!"

"Listen to me recite the rest of this poem!"

Jia Hui looked down at the poem again and read: "Waking from a beautiful dream, I hate the crying birds, entangled in love's silk, helpless against the web-worms. In the rain, the silk quilt is cold and unbearable, spring is late, the golden thread song is ending. Can the resurrection incense exist in the human world? Except to play to the bright and ask the Green Old Man."

He recited the remaining lines in one breath without interruption.

With cadence and rhythm.

His voice was moving, possessing the golden spears and iron horses of a great man and the fierce courage like a crashing sea!

Reciting it out was naturally very touching.

Everyone appreciated it.

They were appreciating the sound of Jia Hui's recitation.

And also appreciating Li Wan's poem.

For a time, the entire Rongxi Hall fell into a brief silence.

But it was completely different from the atmosphere when Jia Hui arrived!

When he arrived.

The atmosphere in Rongxi Hall was like the whole clan had lost their parents.

Now it had come alive, and everyone had forgotten about Jia Zhen, his son, and the others.

This was the intuitive change Jia Hui brought!

"Uncle Hui, what is the meaning of this poem?"

Siqi, behind Yingchun, asked in confusion.

Asking for herself.

And also asking for Yingchun!

Jia Hui looked at the two and stated his judgment after thinking: "This is undoubtedly an excellent poem!"

"Here, Sister-in-law Zhu has used multiple allusions again."

"'Waking from a beautiful dream' means waking from a beautiful dream, so 'I hate the crying birds.' Why? I heard that the Tang Dynasty poet Jin Changxu once had a dream."

"What dream?"

Looking at him, not knowing if it was because of what Jia Hui had just said to her.

Yingchun finally gathered the courage to ask curiously.

Everyone was curious.

Clearly, not many knew.

It shows Jia Hui's erudition!

Li Wan looked at him without blinking.

Looking at this man.

Evaluating the poem she was most proud of to date, and also the one she had poured the most emotion and sighs into!

【203】 Li Wan: He understands me! The cheering Sister-in-law Zhu (5)

Jia Hui smiled and replied: "This dream is a dream within a dream. In the dream, a woman dreamed that she was about to arrive at that remote place of Liaoxi to meet her lover, and just then, a yellow oriole chirped, startling her from her beautiful dream. So, she said, 'Hit the yellow oriole, don't let it chirp on the branch.'"

"And, have you thought about the title of this poem, 'Falling Flowers'? Therefore, the lines implicitly contain the allusion of the famous Tang Dynasty landscape and pastoral poet Meng Haoran: 'The sound of wind and rain at night, who knows how many flowers have fallen,' saying my beautiful dream was startled by a hateful bird's chirp, and after waking up, what did I see? I saw 'who knows how many flowers have fallen.'"

While answering.

Jia Hui's eyes, deep like the sea and like a sea of swords and fire!

Stared into Li Wan's eyes.

Li Wan also looked at him steadily, gradually becoming a bit infatuated.

Then she woke up.

And finally shifted her gaze!

Jia Hui, combining the era background Li Wan was in, thought about what kind of sorrow this was.

Later, he used the allusion from Xin Qiji's "Mo Yu'er: Can endure a few more storms."

"'Mo Yu'er' is the name of a tune, and there have been many works following the evolution of the tune."

"And this one by Xin Qiji is a work of worrying about the times and feeling for the world."

"The first part describes the lyrical protagonist's infinite attachment and cherishing of the spring light; the second part reflects the whole poem's tone as gentle and sorrowful, with firmness hidden in softness, using metaphors."

"The surface of the poem writes about a beauty mourning spring and a moth-brow being envied, but in reality, the author uses this to express his indignation at his unfulfilled ambitions and his concern for the country's fate. The whole poem uses objects to start the inspiration, borrows the past to mourn the present, melts the sorrow of life and the pain of the family and country into one furnace, deep and frustrated, with deep entrustment."

In Jia Hui's heart, he thought: "However, here in Li Wan's poem, it is the opposite; the surface is concern for the country's fate, but in reality, it has another meaning. In the spider web, besides falling flowers, there are hateful insects, just like human emotions; no matter how much beauty there is, it is always unavoidable to have some stains, which can be said to be very helpless."

In Jia Hui's heart.

Li Wan was such a helpless person!

What she said in her mouth.