C181 How Much Do You Know about the past (1/2)

”When is the Spring and Autumn moon? How much do you know about the past?”

Wang Xiaojian smiled and recited the poem.

With the previous experience of slapping their faces, this time, after hearing Wang Xiaojian's poem, no one jeered anymore.

And this sentence, which opened with such breathtaking brilliance, was in no way inferior to ”When did the bright moon appear, and when did the wine go to the blue sky”. It caused the eyes of many people who had some expectations for Wang Xiaojian, to light up.

The third poem was about love.

Many people felt that this would be a beautiful lyric poem.

At that moment, they looked at Wang Xiaojian who was dressed in white, their eyes were filled with anticipation.

But the next sentence, Wang Xiaojian changed the topic and caused many people's bodies to tremble.

”Last night, the east wind blew again, making it difficult for me to return to my homeland.”

Wang Xiaojian stood at the center of the hall. On his face, there was no longer a light smile, but a deep sadness.

His sadness moved many people. After muttering to himself, he couldn't help but think of his homeland, the Tianxia Country.

He thought of the fact that they were all the people of Tian Xia, their homeland that had perished.

They were still there, but not in their native country.

”The jade ornaments should still be there, but I've changed my mind.”

Wang Xiaojian faintly sighed, and his voice sounded once again.

At the same time, an even more sorrowful and sorrowful mood spread out from the poem.

In the great hall, Wang Xiaojian walked forward. Everyone looked at him and their hearts became unusually heavy.

”Asking how much you are worried about me is like asking a river of spring water to Dongliu.”

Wang Xiaojian's voice was sorrowful and carefree.

As the word ”flow” was read out, a continuous stream of worries spread out at this moment.

This poem was written by Wang Xiaojian from the world he came to, and was written by the late emperor Li Yu. It was called 'Beauty Yu'.

This was the poem written by the Emperor Li Yu after his country had fallen and became a prisoner.

In the poem was an expression of his endless sorrow and regret as the sovereign.

The meaning of this poem was —

”When will this year come to an end? We know how many things have happened in the past! Last night, spring wind blew over the small building. How could he bear the pain of reminiscing about his homeland on this night with the bright moon in the sky?

The meticulously carved railings and steps made of jade and stone should still be there, but the people he missed, as well as the beauty of the palace, were no longer there. If you ask me how much sadness there is in my heart, it will be like Dongliu's endless surging spring water. ”

It was a patriotic poem.

It was about Li Yu's worries after his homeland was destroyed, but its current Xia Country was just as appropriate.

Back then, Norda's Tianxia Country had crumbled in just a few short months.

Large areas of beautiful rivers and mountains have become irreparable ”homelands”.

Important cities and lands, including the capital, were divided up through Shang Country and Zhou Country after the rebellion of the dukes.

As for the remaining bloodlines of the winners, they could only bring the handicapped veterans and weak generals to this small southern area and hide. Become a small country.

How miserable this was.

It could be said that the sorrow of losing one's homeland was the same.

The two of them shared the same concept.

Therefore, Wang Xiaojian took it out and used it without any hesitation.

The effect was also quite good.

At this moment, after Wang Xiaojian had finished reciting his poems, the hall was in complete silence.

At this moment, everyone's hearts began to tremble.

Everyone was a cultured scholar, so they were able to read the poem and the artistic conception it contained.

This is a patriotic poem, which expresses the patriotism of the poet who does not forget his native land.

However, it was different from what was shown in the poem from the perspective of an old man who was about to die.

Its owner of vision was a monarch.

In the spring to autumn days, I think of the lost homeland.

”What time is it?” How much of the past.

Last night, the east wind blew again, causing the country to be unable to bear looking back at the bright moon.

The jade ornament should still be there, but she changed it.