Xiao Huineng answered truthfully: "Sir, I... don't recognize the words on it."
Li Xueru was quite puzzled: "You are illiterate, but you are so interested in reading?"
Xiao Huineng: "Yes."
Li Xueru stared at him: "Do you understand the poetry I teach?"
Xiao Huineng answered casually: "These poems are easy to remember, but I don't understand them very well."
"Poetry is easy to remember?" Li Xueru frowned. He didn't expect that this boy looked so kind and honest, but spoke so arrogantly.
"The Book of Songs was revered as a Confucian classic during the Western Han Dynasty. It was originally called the Book of Songs and is still used today. It is my country's first collection of poems and contains 305 poems from the early Western Zhou Dynasty to the middle of the Spring and Autumn Period over 500 years. , also known as "Three Hundred Poems". It was not easy for me to recite it at first, let alone memorize it. Why do you say that poetry is easy to memorize as soon as you open your mouth?"
After Li Xueru explained the beginning, chapters and importance of the Book of Songs in Confucianism, he couldn't help but ask, "Can you remember it?"
Xiao Huineng answered frankly: "I can remember it. If you don't believe it, I will recite it to you."
Li Xueru was still confused: "There is no joke in front of the teacher, can you really recite it?"
"Well." Xiao Huineng nodded and said loudly, "I never tell lies."
Li Xueru asked tentatively: "How many paragraphs can you recite?"
The simple little Huineng answered straightforwardly: "I can recite them all."
Wow, you really feel bad after eating garlic!
Li Xueru and Li Wenguang were both surprised by Xiao Huineng's answer.
Li Xueru's eyes widened and he stared at him: "What? Can you recite all 305 poems in the Book of Songs?" Li Xueru's mind seemed to be tickled by something, "People are most afraid of talking in vain. Boy, just recite the Book of Songs to me!"
"Okay!" Xiao Huineng cleared his throat, put his hands behind his back, raised his head slightly, half-squinted his eyes, opened his mouth, and the poems flowed out of his mouth like the mountain stream next to the private school:
Guan Ju:
Guan Guan Jujiu, in the river island. My fair lady, a gentleman is so generous...
At first, Li Xueru, an old scholar, didn't take this tanned boy seriously at all. But after he recited the first paragraph fluently, he was impressed. Some even took out their books to compare and see if he had any problems. Mispronunciation.
Li Xueru, who has a profound spiritual practice, naturally keeps the Book of Songs in his heart and listens to it calmly.
Xiao Huineng chanted:
There are various water plants flowing left and right. A graceful lady, I long for her. poo. Leisurely leisurely, tossing and turning. There are different kinds of watercress, pick them from left to right. A graceful lady, she is a friend of the piano and the harp. There are different kinds of watercress, with leaves on both sides. The fair lady is played with bells and drums. There are various water plants flowing left and right. A graceful lady, I long for her. poo. Leisurely leisurely, tossing and turning. There are different kinds of watercress, pick them from left to right. A graceful lady, she is a friend of the piano and the harp. There are different kinds of watercress, with leaves on both sides. The fair lady is played with bells and drums.
Ge Tan:
Ge Zhiqin Xi, applied to the middle valley, the leaves are luxuriant. The yellow birds are flying and gathering in the bushes. They are singing and singing. Ge Zhiqin Xi, applied to Zhonggu, Weiye Momo. It's a plow, it's a harvest, it's a harvest, it's a harvest, it's a harvest. Tell the Master, tell the Master, and return home. Thin dirt on my private parts, thin clothes on my clothes. Is it harmful to raccoons? Guining parents.
... There are many things in the palace, and they are real. The illustrious Jiang Yuan has a virtue that will never come back. God is your refuge, and there is no harm or disaster. It is not too late to be born in the middle of the month, it is time to give birth to Houji. A hundred blessings come down. The millet and millet are heavy and the rice is young, and the rice is young. On the verge of death, he went down to the country to provide crops for the people.
Li Xueru: “Where is the last article?”
Xiao Huineng swallowed and continued to read:
"Yin Wu":
He defeated Yin Wu and fought hard against Jingchu... There were pine trees and wooden rafters, so he had time to travel in Yingzhou and sleep in a hole in peace.
Until he recited all 305 chapters of the Book of Songs, Li Xueru was so shocked that his mouth opened wide.
While listening to his recitation, Li Wenguang compared it with the Book of Songs and exclaimed: "Ah, I missed every word!"
After Li Wenguang finished praising him, he playfully asked Xiao Huineng a difficult question: "Can you recite the Book of Songs backwards?"
Li Xueru glared at Li Wenguang: "Can you ask someone to carry it upside down like this?"
Li Xueru cursed in his heart: "It's so strong to just strive for victory! Don't think that if you can do it, others can't."
Li Wenguang stuck out his tongue and then retracted it.
Xiao Huineng readily agreed: "You want me to carry it upside down? Okay!"
Li Xueru: "Can you really recite it backwards?"
"Of course you can! Listen: there is a hole in the bed, there are couplets in leisure, and there are pine trees in the trees..." So, Xiao Huineng really recited the "Book of Songs" backwards from behind, and he recited it equally fluently. This made Li Xueru even more fond of this boy and looked at him differently.
Li Wenguang was also convinced by him and was happy to have such a smart book friend.
Li Xueru gently stroked the long beard on his chin with his right hand and stared at the benefactor in front of him. He couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts: among the students he taught, they had to read these scriptures dozens of times before they could memorize them. I had received guidance from experts at the Confucius Institute, and I had practiced a lot, but I had to read a passage several times before I could memorize it. And this kid was able to memorize it so well just by eavesdropping, without any scriptures to read and two unknown teachers to enlighten him.
In the land of New South Wales, the trees are so ordinary; the streams are so ordinary; the rivers are so ordinary; and the living beings coming and going are so ordinary. However, the boy in front of him was a genius, a peerless genius. A wave of enthusiasm hit Li Xueru's heart, and a mysterious feeling gripped him tightly.
After Li Xueru thought for a long time, he said to Xiao Huineng: "Don't stand outside the broken wall in the future. You'd better come in."
Xiao Huineng nodded: "Thank you, Uncle Li."
"You can just call me husband when we meet in the future." Li Xueru tilted his head slightly and said to Li Wenguang, who was standing next to him: "He will be your junior brother from now on. Let's take your junior brother into the study to read."
"Okay!" Li Wenguang bowed respectfully and nodded towards Li Xueru, then turned towards Xiao Huineng, "Junior brother, let's go, follow me to the study."
Xiao Huineng followed Li Wenguang towards the north courtyard. After walking for more than ten steps, he suddenly turned around and smiled at Li Xueru with spring in his mouth.
Li Xueru felt warm in his heart: This boy looks simple and honest on the outside, with a bit of straightforwardness; but he is actually smart and intelligent on the inside. Her nature and understanding are not inferior to those of her little daughter. It seems that Xinzhou is about to produce a pillar of talent, and there will be talents for generations to come!
