Let You Drive The Excavator, You Dug Out The Nuke

287. His Works Will Last Forever, The Bureau Of Cultural Relics Solemnly!

Since elementary school, everyone has been reciting Li Bai's poems, and they have a certain understanding of Li Bai's identity and background.

Fang Yang knew this, so he just pointed out things that everyone might not understand.

"Why are Li Bai's other poems handed down and included in textbooks?"

"It was Li Yangbing's book of poems that Li Bai had compiled when he died."

"In addition, the society at that time was indeed proud of collecting his poems, as some people said. If this is the case, it will naturally want to include them."

"Concubine Yang's Yunxiang, Neon Clothes and Flowers Xiangrong, Tang Xuanzong asked Li Bai to write for Concubine Yang."

"As long as he writes this kind of poems, he doesn't need to sort them out by himself. His loyal fans will record every capital, just like our current star chasing data, one pass ten, ten pass one hundred, one hundred Passed down to descendants and passed down to this day.”

"This question is actually very simple, and you can understand what's going on with a little use of your brain.

Fang Yang almost said bluntly that only a fool would ask such a question.

"In fact, Li Bai also has many other calligraphy works in existence, but the others are either too controversial about their authenticity, or they are inscriptions, which are not the original flavor of Li Bai's 12 pens."

"Now we are still going back to the 25 characters written by Li Bai."

"The mountains are high and the rivers are long, and there are tens of thousands of images. If you don't have an old pen, how can you be young and strong? On the eighteenth, I went to the balcony to write, Taibai."

"Let's talk a little bit about the background story of this poem."

"In the third year of Tianbao, Li Bai, Du Fu and Gao Shi not only went to find immortals, but also collected immortal grasses and made elixir."

"The three of them also went to the Balcony Palace in Wangwu Mountain at the same time."

"So going to the balcony is not going to your balcony."

"Before I noticed that a netizen gave a simple explanation in this regard, and the history is pretty good."

"Then let's move on now."

"The Balcony Palace is a Taoist temple. Why did Li Bai come here? He was looking for Sima Chengzhen, and only after he arrived did he know that Sima Chengzhen had passed away."

"I can't see the person, but I only see his paintings, and I wrote "Shangyang Tie" with my feelings."

"The meaning of the whole poem is also very easy to understand.

"Most of Li Bai's poems are very easy to understand. The meaning of this poem is that the scenery of Wangwu Mountain is good. The mountains are high and the water is long, and there are thousands of images. There is no need to translate it, because the superficial meaning is that Li Bai wants to truly express meaning.

"Of course, his deep meaning is also to use the scenery to praise Sima Chengzhen's moral character and artistic accomplishment.

"A high mountain and a long river can refer to a person's virtue."

"Images can definitely refer to the hills and valleys in a person's chest and the world in his brush."

"These 25 characters are not just scenery, but also have a double meaning."

"If you don't have an old brush, young and strong He Qiong means that if Sima Chengzhen didn't have sophisticated painting skills, how could he paint this beautiful and majestic scenery?"

"Perhaps even now, many people still question whether this calligraphy is authentic, but the orderly inheritance of works is actually the most favorable evidence for judging whether this is authentic.

Having said this, Fang Yang ended, and had no intention of continuing.

If I continue to talk, I am afraid that I will not be able to finish it for several hours.

"This authentic painting of Li Bai, how to deal with it will be left to your cultural relics bureau."

Fang Yang and the middle-aged man had already discussed where to send this "Up to the Balcony Post" before, so when Fang Yang said this, it was almost very natural.

"I have asked the teacher to come over, and they will arrive in about 10 minutes. At that time, we will escort Li Bai's "Up to the Balcony Post" back to the Cultural Relics Bureau."

The young cultural relic expert said with a smile.

Fang Yang nodded, the task has been completed, and it is time to leave.

The task was completed very early today.

It's just past noon, and I'm a little hungry.

When the middle-aged siblings offered to keep him for dinner, he nodded and agreed without any hesitation.

The middle-aged woman immediately killed a chicken at home and cooked two side dishes.

"Mr. Fang Yang, you really helped us a lot today. If we have an emergency in the future, we can go underground and explain to the old man at home.

When the middle-aged brothers and sisters talked to Fang Yang, their words were full of gratitude.

"I didn't help much, I just did what I could."

Fang Yang felt a little embarrassed for the other party's serious thanks.

"By the way, I noticed that there is a mountain near you. There are a lot of peach blossoms blooming on that mountain, and it looks quite beautiful."

"That mountain is a public area in the village. If Mr. Fang Yang is very interested in that place, I can apply to take you to take a look. There is a mountain temple over there. It is very accurate, academic performance, work. , Marriage ah, can be non-mountain gods."

The middle-aged woman was full of smiles, with an extremely enthusiastic expression on her face. It looked like she wanted to take Fang Yang with her immediately.

"What kind of mountain god, what is not accurate, this is feudal superstition."

When the photographer heard this, he opened his mouth almost subconsciously.

But when he saw that the expressions of the middle-aged brothers and sisters were obviously wrong, he immediately realized that what he just said was very wrong: "I'm really sorry, I just said the wrong thing.

The middle-aged brother and sister 197 was only a little unhappy at the beginning, but that displeasure finally disappeared under the apology of the photographer [immediately].

"I'm quite curious about this mountain temple, and I want to go to the mountain to have a look. If it's not troublesome, I'll ask you guys.

Fang Yang was somewhat concerned about the mountain.

As for what he cared about on the mountain, he was not sure.

Anyway, in this uncertain situation, it is right to follow the feeling.

Fang Yang has always done this.

that's all.

He, the photographer, and the middle-aged brother and sister soon went up the mountain together.

Peach blossoms are romantic, and the petals are blown by the wind and fall to the ground.

"Brother, how long has it been since we took a leisurely look at the scenery and took a walk?"

The photographer thinks it's good sometimes.

"Not for long."

Fang Yang spoke lightly.

The reason why it feels like a long time has passed is because they have been on the road.

Almost never stopped.

Even if he stops occasionally, it must be because of some more important things.

And those things have passed, there is nothing to say.

"That's the Mountain Temple over there."

I saw a small corner in the depths of the peach blossom.

Although dated, it looks quaint. .