In the wind and snow, Xiao Ying said softly: "A few days ago, my sister mentioned husband to the Xiao family."
"What do I have to say?"
Xiao Ying is not only beautiful, but also has slender legs, a slender waist, and a figure that looks like a cucurbit silk. Unfortunately, she is always one or two steps behind naturally; Yang Ji understands that this is a habit he has developed since childhood. , although he wanted to catch her first, he did not dare to put it into practice. With evil thoughts in his heart, his words were inevitably a little out of his mind.
Xiao Ying was completely unaware of her fiancé's dirty deeds and said with a smile: "Sister said that the children of the Xiao family are all weak scholars who are industrious and illiterate. She asked everyone not to follow the path of literature and encouraged the children of the Xiao family to learn martial arts and join the army. Like Lang Jun, he will become a useful person with both civil and military skills."
Yang Ji said: "In the peaceful and prosperous times, there was an advantage in studying literature. It's because I can't read well and learn the principles of writing that I became a dandy king that everyone hates."
"My husband is too modest. My seventh brother, Xiao Shi, is known for his literary talents and is known as the first person in the Xiao family. However, he has studied articles for so long and written so many poems, but he can't write 'Clear water brings out hibiscus, and it is naturally carved. 'The poems of 'Nothing is difficult in the world, only those who are willing' and 'Articles are made by nature, and good hands can find them by chance'." Xiao Ying covered her mouth and laughed, suddenly feeling that there was someone in front of Yang Ji. Losing her image as a lady, she quickly coughed a few times and said, "Wait until I tell him these lines of poetry and see how crazy he gets."
Yang Ji was almost amused by her, but it also showed that Xiao Ying was not disgusted with her, or that she had "accepted her fate" as she said before. Because she accepted her fate and didn't mind, she showed her true temperament instead. And an open-minded side. Asked: "Xiao Shiwen is Xiao Yu, right?"
"Yes, he is my seventh brother." Xiao Ying said with a little distress: "Although he is very talented in literature, he trains people with a straight face every day, like a little old man. It's very boring."
"If it's interesting, then is he still Xiao Yu?" Yang Ji finally laughed. Xiao Yu in history not only did not do well in the Sui Dynasty, but also had extraordinary experiences of ups and downs in the Tang Dynasty. He can be called It is a legend of a generation.
Finally, Li Shimin also changed Yang Guang's praise of Yang Su, "The strong wind knows the strong grass, and the troubled times have honest ministers" to "The strong wind knows the strong grass, and the rough wind knows the honest ministers" to praise Xiao Yu; because of these two sentences, it established the Li Shimin's status as poet emperor. And Yang Guang's sentence has its source, but he only expressed it out of emotion. He neither named "Gift to Yang Su" as a gift, nor did he complacently use this sentence to establish his status as the hegemon in the poetry world. Therefore, Yang Guang is serious about literature and art. , character is guaranteed.
It can also be seen from this that the trend of plagiarism is a long-standing traditional virtue and is not an original creation of Yang Ji.
"That's right! If Brother Seven becomes interesting, I won't get used to it." Xiao Ying smiled softly, and suddenly her voice changed: "Can Mr. Lang write a poem?"
Yang Ji was shocked. This girl dragged Xiao Yu, the seventh eldest child of the Xiao family, just to pave the way. Her ultimate intention was to get him to write poetry. He declined truthfully: "How can I write a poem when all I can think about is you?"
Xiao Yingfang's heart was beating wildly, as if she had been hit hard by a hammer, and her face seemed to be on fire, burning hot. However, these frivolous words were said by this person, and she was surprised to find that not only was she not disgusted, but there were several negative ones. Share the love.
"Lang Jun, just compose a poem. I promise not to tell anyone. I am the only one who knows. Lang Jun, okay?"
Xiao Ying's soft words were gentle and pleading, and even her big eyes looking at Yang Ji had this kind of emotion, as if she wanted to melt his iron heart with her watery eyes.
A stubborn rock is afraid of the soft water, how much more can it be a human being?
Yang Ji's heart-beating smile became even gentler: "What do you want me to write?"
Xiao Ying lowered her head with mixed feelings of shame and joy, and said softly with a hint of intention: "Just see the scenery in front of you."
Yang Ji looked up and saw several big black birds flying over a building complex. He said with emotion: "The jackdaws are flying a few times, and the flowing water is surrounding the isolated village. Where the setting sun is about to set, the sight is so gloomy."
"Ah?" The deep desolation, desolation, and loneliness in the poem almost made Xiao Ying suffocate. Goosebumps appeared on her face when she heard it, as if she had suddenly fallen from the hot summer to an icy hole in the middle of winter.
She admitted that it was very suitable for the occasion, and it was a very good poem, but it was definitely not the poem she wanted. She said bitterly: "This one won't work! Change it to another one."
When Yang Ji saw his fiancée's eyes were red and her mouth was flat, his heart softened at her pitiful appearance, and he hurriedly said, "Isn't "Ambition" good?"
"It's quite bad." Xiao Ying nodded heavily against her will and looked at Yang Ji expectantly.
"Then I'll change it to another one." Yang Ji felt that "counting points" was not good, so let's count "ten thousand points." He pointed at the bird that looked like a crow: "The mountains are covered with faint clouds, the sky is covered with fading grass, and the painting The sound of the trumpet cut off the gate. We paused the battle and chatted together to attract our respect. So many old stories of Penglai, looking back in the sky, there are many mist. Outside the setting sun, there are thousands of jackdaws, and the running water surrounds the isolated village..."
"???" Xiao Ying looked at Yang Ji blankly.
"And!" Yang Ji's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw those big crow-like birds flying towards a bare old tree: "Withered vines and old trees, there are faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses, and ancient roads with westerly winds and thin horses. Sunset, heartbroken people in the horizon."
"..." Two lines of tears rolled down Xiao Ying's pretty face like broken pearls.
When Yang Ji saw Qin Guan's famous works "The Courtyard is Full of Fragrant Mountains and the Mountains are Wisdom of Clouds" and "The Clear Sands in the Sky: Thoughts on Autumn" which were included in the Chinese textbook, Xiao Ying was moved to tears. She felt both proud and pity in her heart: "Isn't it very... Okay? Are you satisfied, madam?"
"I……"
"I know the lady is very satisfied and moved, but there is no need to cry..."
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"I'm so satisfied." Xiao Ying said angrily and funny: ""The Fragrance of the Courtyard and the Clouds on the Mountain" is indeed a classic masterpiece, but it can be called the soul of 'Outside the setting sun, there are thousands of jackdaws, and running water surrounds the isolated village. ', it is obviously copied from "Ambition", and the exaggerated "Jackdaw Ten Thousand Points", although it is a common usage, when combined with "Isolated Village", it seems too false and unconvincing. It is obviously not as good as ' Jackdaw’s ‘solitary village’ is accurate.”
"In other words, is it not as good as "Ambition"?" Although she didn't criticize it too much, Yang Ji understood what she meant, that is, the high imitation is not as good as the original version.
"Yes. When the two poems are compared together, the difference comes out." Xiao Ying nodded and continued: "As for the little poem, it is even more excessive! 'Jackdaw Counting' in "Ambition" , 'Flowing Water Around the Village', 'The Setting Sun Is About to Set', all of them will make you copy them without missing a beat. 'Flowing Water Around the Village' has a huge lack of artistic conception compared to 'Flowing Water Around the Isolated Village', and even 'Heartbreak' at the end "People at the End of the World" all evolved from "One Look at Darkness and Disappearing Soul". In other words, this little order did not even plagiarize the essence."
Although he was criticized for being useless, Yang Ji was not angry, but asked curiously: "Is the gap very far?"
"It's very far!" Xiao Ying nodded heavily and emphasized: "It's as far as the Silk Road."
When she thought that the phrase "As far as the Silk Road" originated from Yang Ji's phrase "As long as the Silk Road", Xiao Ying couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Seeing that there were still tears on his face, Yang Ji's smile was like a pear blossom with spring rain, which was particularly charming. He quickly took out the two pieces of rice paper and handed them both over: "Actually, "Ambition" is a new poem by the prince, and there is another poem." "Spring River with Flowers and Moonlight Night"."
It doesn't matter if he copies other people's poems, but the original author, his own brother, is still alive, and no matter how thick-skinned Yang Ji is, he would be embarrassed to steal it.
"This..." Xiao Ying blushed. If the three poems were all written by Yang Ji, then it would be okay; but the later poems and Xiaoling were plagiarized by her fiancé and "learned" from her brother-in-law's creativity. It seems very bad to criticize a work that is a "tribute" and criticize it as useless and useless.
"Lang Jun, are you not angry?" For a moment, the anxious Xiao Ying turned into the pitiful little deer again.
"Of course not! I just want to prove the pros and cons of originality and plagiarism." Yang Ji said with a smile: "It seems that originality is better after all, but if the original poet fails, then the original work is not as good as plagiarism, because there is no People are willing to admit losers, and they would rather pursue inferior works that fail to copy the essence than admit the losers' supreme achievements in all aspects."
The traditional evaluation system has always focused on moral character, so there are many cases of "discarding talents because of virtue".
Yang Guang is no exception. Because he is portrayed as a villain, few people are willing to admit that he is a rare handsome man, few are willing to admit his self-discipline, and few are willing to admit that he is the supreme leader in literature and art. His achievements...even his efforts to benefit the people were all criticized as having ulterior motives.
On the contrary, Zhang Ruoxu, who plagiarized Yang Guang's "Moonlight Night on the Spring River", Qin Guan and Ma Zhiyuan, who plagiarized "Ambition" have enjoyed thousands of years of fame. If these two poems were written by Li Shimin, those who praised his virtues would have generously praised him and put him on a pedestal comparable to that of Li Du, and then criticized Zhang Ruoxu, Qin Guan, and Ma Zhiyuan with words and writings.
At this moment, Yang Ji felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart: These two different treatments very intuitively reflected the principle that the winner is king and the loser is the enemy. If Yang Guang was defeated and the Sui Dynasty fell, this would inevitably be the end. And if Yang Ji didn't have the ability to protect himself, he would definitely be like Yang You, Yang Tong, and Yang Hao. He would become a banner used by some grass-head king to recruit talents, and then kill him after using it.
Xiao Ying didn't quite understand what she heard, and said in a daze: "If you ignore the good ones and don't learn from them, you will instead pursue and learn from those bad works that are not even plagiarized. How can you surpass your predecessors and surpass your predecessors? These people are so pathetic.”
"Who knows? Maybe he plagiarized and used it openly and cursed at the same time!" Yang Ji shook his head and laughed. He took out a stack of checks and an ancient charcoal pen, and wrote a poem on the back of the check, which was full of atmosphere. Zhang tore it off and handed it to Xiao Ying: "This is the work for the occasion."
Xiao Ying took it and read it carefully, with a sweet smile on her brows and eyes, and her heart was filled with warmth. The wind, the snow, and the crow seemed so far away from her at this moment.
