Qin’er, the last row of bookshelves in the study, are the initiation books for the two little ones, the sixth book counting from left to right is titled Early Childhood Initiation-Three Hundred Poems of the Tang Dynasty, go fetch it and give it to Miss Ruonan to have a look at.”
Facing the demoness Ruo Nan’s question, Li Shu smiled faintly and instructed Qin’er.
“Yes, Miss.”
Qin’er immediately got up and went to fetch the book.
“I can read and write, that enlightenment book, the young lady had better keep it for herself.”Demoness Ruo Nan also had a temper.
Enlightenment books? And the Three Hundred Tang Poems? Letting me read enlightenment books, are you provoking me or humiliating me?
“Lol, Miss Ruonan is overly concerned. This book, ‘Early Childhood Enlightenment-Three Hundred Tang Poems’, which I asked Qin’er to fetch, contains this song by Du Gongbu, ‘Five Hundred Characters of Winged Memories on the Way to Fengxian from Beijing’, which has a special note on the word ‘smelly’ for this line, stating that the word ‘smelly’, in this case, is pronounced as the word’smell’. This book was printed as a book a long time ago, I can’t possibly predict the future and make a book in advance.”
Li Shu smiled sweetly and said with a lazy voice.
Ah?
The Demoness Ruo Nan heard this and couldn’t help but frown, if that was really the case, then was she really reading it wrong?
“Ruonan girl, in fact, it’s quite normal to read this poem wrongly, quite a few sourpusses who have read books for decades still have also read it wrongly, that is, they will only read books to death, read books to death, but do not understand the reasoning in the book.”
Li Shu kindly relieved the demoness Ruo Nan and said.
“Young Lady is saying that I don’t understand the meaning of this poem? Doesn’t this poem say that you nobles have too much wine and meat in your homes and let it stink when you can’t eat it all, while the poor people on the streets outside die from freezing and starving.”
Demoness Ruonan heard Li Shu’s relief and felt even more uncomfortable in her heart, Li Shu she harbours a sinister intent, it looks like comfort but it’s actually sarcasm.
She is sarcastically saying that I am the same as those sour scholars who die reading dead books!
Outrageous!
I may not understand other poems, but this one is so simple!
Demoness Ruonan’s words were tinged with personal emotions as she continued on, “Du Fu, his old man, intentionally used the aristocrats who have too much wine and meat to eat to put on a stench to compare with the poor people freezing and starving to death on the street, to show that the rich and powerful aristocrats live extravagantly and are unkind to the rich, and to contrast the common people’s difficult life and hunger, which expresses Du Fu, his old man, sympathising with the poor and needy, and sarcastically criticises the unkindness and unkindness of the world’s rich and unkind aristocrats!aristocrats in the world!”
Zhu Pingan lowered his head to drink tea, his shoulders shaking slightly.
“Miss Ruonan, you understand, yet you don’t understand this poem.”Li Shu blinked and said softly.
“I’m wrong?”Demoness Ruo Nan raised her eyebrows, her voice even higher than her raised willow eyebrows, questioning flavour.
What does it mean to understand, yet not understand?
Understanding is understanding, not understanding is not understanding, what do you mean by understanding and yet not understanding?
“Ruonan girl, you understood this poem from ‘Vermilion Gate Wine and Meat Stinks (chou), Roads Have Frozen Dead Bones’, the words are wrong, the understanding is naturally misdirected, but Ruonan girl still grasps Du Gongbei’s feelings. So, Ruonan girl understands, yet does not understand the meaning of this line of Du Gongbei’s poem.”
Li Shu said calmly.
“Please also instruct the young lady.”Demoness Ruo Nan’s words appeared to be asking for guidance, but in reality, she was unconvinced, and her eyes did the same.
“This line, ‘Vermilion Gate Wine and Meat Stinks (xiu), Roads Have Frozen Bones’, is about the aroma of wine and meat wafting out of the homes of the aristocrats, while the poor are dying on the streets from freezing and starvation. Du Gongbu walked on the street, smelled the aroma of wine and meat coming from the nobleman’s house, saw the poor people on the street who died of freezing and starvation, and had a feeling.”
“All nobles’ homes would have the aroma of wine and meat, because they live in good conditions and naturally eat well; however, yet almost no nobles’ homes would have wine and meat that they couldn’t finish and put in a stench, almost none. Nobles may be unkind to the rich, but they are definitely not stupid, how could they be so stupid as to let the wine and meat stink; in addition, the more the wine is let out, the more it smells, it won’t stink; if a noble is so stupid as to even let the wine and meat stink, then he wouldn’t be able to hold onto his noble family’s business, and would have long since become a member of the freezing and starving paupers on the streets.”
“Take a simple example, for example, we are now this table of mountain treasures and sea food, Ruonan girl just said that the five of us can’t finish it, and it’s impossible to heat it up and eat it again the next day, so it can only be thrown away and stink ……Oh, in fact, is if the male girl does not know, the big family diet has its own set of practices, the master table can not eat all the meals, will be rewarded to the following maids to enjoy, will not be thrown stinking waste.”
“In addition, if Du Gongbu only pulls out the stupid and stingy nobles who put the wine and meat to stink to make an article, then his benevolence of sheltering the world’s poor people is too thin. He is the Du Gongbei who dares to point his pen at all the powerful nobles.”
Li Shu smiled and slowly said to Demoness Ruonan, and in the end, Demoness Ruonan blushed a little.
Yes, Demoness Ruo Nan did blush.
Although Qin’er had not yet fetched the book, “Early Childhood Enlightenment-Three Hundred Tang Poems”, and although she had not yet seen the labelling of the poem, she had already been convinced by Li Shu, and she now knew that she should have been wrong.
Especially the two points mentioned by Li Shu, the nobles might be unkind to the rich, but they would never be so stupid as to put the wine and meat to stench; Du Gongbu was the Du Gongbu who dared to refer to all the powerful nobles with his pen, not just the nobles who put the wine and meat to stench.
These two points thoroughly convinced her.
Sure enough, soon Qin’er returned with a volume of books and handed it to Demoness Ruo Nan at Li Shu’s gesture.
After the Demoness Ruonan got the booklet, she first looked at the appearance of the booklet, and the cover was inscribed with the nine big words “Early Childhood Enlightenment-Three Hundred Poems of the Tang Dynasty”. This was a topography booklet, although the booklet was new, it could be seen that it had been written for a long time.
“Miss Ruonan, please turn to the fifth or sixth poem, it should be this one by Du Gongbei, ‘Five Hundred Characters of Chanting from Beijing to Fengxian’.”
Li Shu gently reminded Demoness Ruo Nan that.
Demoness Ruonan flipped the book according to Li Shu’s reminder, and sure enough, the fifth song was Du Gongbu’s song “Five Hundred Characters of Winged Memories from Beijing”, no matter whether it was the paper or the ink, it was all very old, and it was definitely not a temporary production.
After confirming this, the demoness Ruonan began to look at the poem carefully, looking for the line “the vermilion door stinks of wine and meat, and the road has frozen dead bones”.
At this glance, she couldn’t help but freeze for a moment.
This poem is so long ah, she originally thought that there are only four or at most eight lines, did not think that this poem is so long, a page can not be written, written more than two pages, at least dozens of lines of poetry.
A rare long poem, the kind she couldn’t memorise.
Demoness Ruonan spent a lot of effort just to find the line “Vermilion door wine and meat stinks, the road has frozen dead bones” from this poem.
After finding the poem, I really saw the approval on the side, “Here ‘stink’ is pronounced as ‘smell’, and the smell is also.”
Well, the clown turned out to be really myself, and even with a determination as strong as hers, she couldn’t help but blush.
