Who will remember the farmers now? Only those who are hungry will remember them. Those who are full will no longer know the hardships of farming.
Therefore, the meaning of this poem is not recognized by practitioners. They only see pros and cons, and do not care about the lives of people at the bottom.
"As a human being, we can forget our roots. Is it the same as a practitioner?"
"The root of spiritual practice will be used for eternity until reaching the point of becoming a god. How can we forget it?"
"Food is the foundation of agriculture, how can we forget about agriculture? You were a mortal when you were born, but now you have forgotten your roots as a mortal. Don't you think you are the one who is laughing?"
Bai Yu and the man were discussing the fundamentals on the lake. The surrounding light boats stopped and listened. After hearing what Bai Yu said, many people nodded in agreement with him.
"My family has been rich since I was a child and I have quit farming. I have never known the hardships of people's food. Why should I sympathize with such hardships? Look forward in everything, instead of looking back and thinking about hardships."
As soon as these words came out, some people nodded in agreement. Everything is developing for the better, and people are gradually getting richer. It is inevitable to abandon farming and engage in business. They will definitely think in a better direction. Now that life is better, why do we have to think about hardships? ?
"Then if one day, the sky collapses and the earth collapses, and the people die and food runs out, how do you think the newly born people can survive? Will you be able to plant it for you?"
"How can the sky collapse? Who dares to overthrow this earth? Will millions of soldiers in the army agree? Ridiculous words."
That person felt that what this person said was nonsense. Could such a thing happen? I couldn't help but find it a little funny.
Bai Yu drank his own cup. Ignorant people are fearless. He would not dwell on such things.
"If everyone thinks like you, then in this peaceful and prosperous age, should we forget our roots, our roots, our people, and our worries?"
Bai Yu also finally understood why the common people in the Western Border were so neglected. Some people didn't take the common people seriously at all. It seemed that the common people were inferior to them. Such people were used to being superior. How could they look down on the poor and shabby common people? .
"So what if I forget? Can the sky collapse? Can the earth be overthrown?"
The man was still smiling and laughing, but everyone who heard this shook their heads. This man was obviously narrow-minded and forgot about others and his own interests. As the saying goes, when you drink water, you don’t forget the man who dug the well. This man just filled the well after eating the water. Yes, the hateful kind.
"Haha...the boatman is punting the boat!"
Bai Yu smiled. The boatman was still in shock. Bai Yu's cry made him come back to his senses. He picked up the paddle in his hand and propped up the boat with all his strength.
Many light boats began to row away slowly. Everyone disliked this kind of ungrateful person.
"snort!"
The man was displeased. Knowing that he had lost his conscience and his heart, the smile on his face finally turned into an angry look.
Bai Yu took Little Red Hair ashore and came to the literary platform. The place was filled with various poems and poems, all of which were left behind by previous generations.
"Laugh at me like crazy, laugh at me like crazy, burn incense and hold candles, and ask the sky why it only allows spring to come back, but doesn't allow people to stay young again!"
Bai Yu looked at the poem hanging on the desk. It must have been created by a mortal. Only mortals desire to be young again. They practitioners can return to their youthful appearance, but their age cannot be changed.
"You also come to see the poems. Do you plan to participate?"
"Coming to see it doesn't mean you have to participate. Who doesn't love poetry? Appreciating and reading poetry is everyone's hobby, but it doesn't mean everyone can write poetry."
Bai Yu looked around and saw that it was Wen Sheng from the Southern Territory. His force was a force called Mo Pavilion. He seemed to be proficient in poetry.
"It is true that poetic beauty is difficult to create, and not everyone can create good poetry." Vincent looked at the writing desk covered with poems, and the mountain and river fan in his hand floated in the breeze, like a typical scholar, whose literary spirit was spontaneous. On the body.
"My life experience is like a gull on the water, carrying a bamboo stick across Nanzhou. The rice bag is full of the waning moon in the evening, and the song board is in the wind and singing the dawn and autumn. I kick up the world with two feet, and carry all the sorrows of the past and present on one shoulder. Now I don't eat and I come to eat, the yellow dog Why keep barking?"
Bai Yu saw the hanging poems one after another, and he found that the meaning of this poem was to tell the personal experience of mortals, as if it was complaining about the poverty and despair of the dying people begging, and the title of this poem is Named "Poetry of Death".
"This poem was written by an unknown beggar. It was a sensation at the time. It's a pity that it doesn't match the title of the poem that was published at that time, otherwise it might have won the first prize in one fell swoop."
Vincent also looked at this desperate poem. The beggar died not long after he finished this poem. No one knew his last name, but everyone guessed that he was not an ordinary person, maybe he was a talented literati. What a pity!
"You know quite a lot. Do you want to participate in this poetry competition?"
"That's natural. I've been reading poetry and books since I was a child. How could I miss the opportunity to show off my talent?"
"That's right. If you have talent, you should naturally show it. No one will know that you have a lot of ink if you keep it in your belly." Bai Yu said with a smile. It's a pity that his literary talent is only average. He wasn't interested in poetry when he was a child, so he knew it. A little bit, I can't be considered a man of letters, at most I can be considered an appreciative reader.
Ha ha…
Vincent laughed loudly after hearing what Kui said. He felt that he was right. If you don't show your ink, who will know how deep your talent is?
"There are many talented people in the world, but the final winner of this poetry competition must be our Shengming Academy."
At this time, someone struck up a conversation, and Bai Yu could tell that he was a mortal. Mortals have a Shengming Academy that specializes in studying, and poetry and poetry are their specialties.
"Shengming Academy is well-known as a place for scholars. In the past, it was basically the mortal academy that won the first place. Basically no one from our Zhanwu Academy can win the first place in this poem. After all, they have different specialties."
Wensheng also had to admit that the talents of Shengming Academy were talented, and Bai Yu was not surprised by this.
"Pan Qing, young student, I look forward to seeing your literary talent in the competition." The scholar saluted the scholar and said.
"Wen Sheng, I'm also looking forward to your literary talents." Wen Sheng returned the greeting and said with a smile.
Then Pan Qing turned around and left the literary platform. Bai Yu continued to look at the hanging poems. At this time, thunderclouds suddenly appeared in the sky. People on the street hurriedly walked. Many people came to collect the poems from the literary platform, because that day It's going to rain.
"Let's go back too!"
Bai Yu walked back to the academy with Little Red Hair. As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the academy, it began to rain heavily, and the sound of rain broke the tranquility of the night.
Back in the small courtyard, Cang Long was waiting in the thatched pavilion. When he saw his master and junior sister coming back, he quickly got up and went to greet them.
"Senior brother, where have you been tonight?" the little red-haired asked.
"Go to the martial arts training ground to watch people practice martial arts." Cang Long said with a smile. He wanted to learn more martial arts skills after reaching the second level, but he had not mastered all the Pojun Fist taught by his master, so he went to the martial arts training ground to watch people practice martial arts. See if you can learn anything.
When Bai Yu heard this, he wanted to kill him, but it was strange that he didn't have time to give advice. It would be a good thing for him to go and see how people practice martial arts.
"If you bite off more than you can chew, first hand me over to your boxing academy, which is enough for you to overthrow people with half the same level."
"Yes, Master!"
Bai Yu returned to the room, and new news came from the mask. Those who infiltrated into the city did not do anything, and the military commander had no reason to capture them. What was even more shocking was another news. The Emperor of the Dongsheng Empire of Dongsheng Prefecture passed away. , a war for power broke out among the imperial family members, and a large number of refugees were displaced and fled to other places.
Dongsheng Prefecture is an empire, Bai Yu knows that, but he really didn't expect this change. He really doesn't know what the situation will be like after this round.
Since the situation in the Dongsheng Empire is somewhat complicated, the government has no right to interfere at all. However, it can only maintain the alliance. Only external threats will unite the front. Under other circumstances, the government cannot interfere with the affairs of the Dongsheng Empire.
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Dongdulong, dongqiang...
The loud drum music, the roar of the crowds, and the celebration scene of singing and dancing were so lively that the lake was filled with boats that could no longer squeeze onto the surface of the lake.
Most of the students from Zhanwu Academy were sitting in the stands, with a few sitting on the desk, and those on the desk were all participants in the competition.
Bai Yu was sitting in the stands. Ao Han didn't like this kind of thing, so he took Bai Yu's identity card and entered the Kung Fu Building, because his jade card had contribution points.
"Why don't you participate?" Ding Kai sat aside.
"I want to participate too, but I don't have the strength!"
Bai Yu also smiled. If he had the strength, he would go there this morning. Things like poetry, lyrics, and poetry are difficult but not difficult, but it is easier said than done and you can’t write good poems. There is a layer of veil in the middle that you just can’t wear. past.
Suddenly there was a commotion on the stage, followed by exciting joy. Bai Yu saw a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes walking onto the stage.
"It's City Lord He. I didn't expect that the City Lord would personally set the question for this session." Someone said excitedly.
There was a burst of cheers, City Lord He Shuguang made a preface speech, and the audience cheered and applauded excitedly.
"The final reward of this competition is one million crystal stones."
Hearing the city lord announce that the reward was one million crystal stones, the scene was filled with excitement. This was a large sum of money. If a mortal could exchange it for gold and silver, it would be enough for three generations of them to have food and clothing.
"The rewards for a poetry competition are so high. This competition is really worth spending money on."
"The main city of a big state, a mere million is not worth mentioning, it's just a drop in the bucket."
Ding Kai was not surprised by this, but Bai Yu felt that with such money and power, why not help those poor people?
Then the city lord took out a scroll, threw it casually and hung it on the high wall of the literary platform. The scroll opened downwards and the title of this poetry and song competition was revealed.
"The title of this competition means recollection of lovesickness. The writing time is quarter of an hour. The competition starts now." The city lord announced the beginning of the contest, then sat at the head of the literary stage and watched the thousands of talented people writing poems in the audience.
Missing each other!
The people competing on the stage looked at the meaning of the title, recalling lovesickness, longing for the past, people, things, home...
Each talented person began to think and write his own masterpiece, while the audience in the audience were whispering and discussing, as if they were also writing poems.
"Love is the most important thing."
Bai Yu couldn't help but chuckle, living as a stranger in a foreign land, missing his dearest people and the warmest home, how could he not feel this?
Ding Kai didn't care about this, he didn't understand Bai Yu's difficulties at all.
