eurekapd Chapter 118 The whole world is behind me!
Chapter 118 The whole world is behind me!
"I believe you can do it," Qin Feng'an encouraged Su Feiran confidently, but he didn't dare to look her in the eye. "No one in this palace is more proficient in foreign languages. I'm sure the scholar will be impressed by you."
Qin Feng'an was unwilling to look at Su Feiran because he was unwilling to do so. However, in Su Feiran's eyes, his actions had a different purpose.
You got my sister pregnant and you can’t even look me in the face, you bastard!
Su Feiran glared at Qin Fengan fiercely, thinking, you kid, just pretend nothing happened. I will question you properly after Song Chunyuan leaves.
The topic returned to the main track. Song Chunyuan rubbed his hands with interest and looked at Su Feiran curiously. He had heard for a long time that foreign words were difficult to pronounce and easy to learn but difficult to master. Today was a rare opportunity, and he wanted to hear what the accent of this foreign word was.
"If your majesty and Ronghua allow, I..." Song Chunyuan's eyes flashed with hope, but he hesitated when the words came to his lips, "I want to hear Ronghua say a few words."
The emperor was silent for a long time just now, which made the atmosphere in the hall a little heavy. Song Chunyuan was very hesitant, wondering whether this request would make Qin Fengan impatient.
Qin Feng'an had no objection. He agreed by raising his hand. However, even so, he did not even look at Su Feiran.
Su Feiran was certain that Qin Fengan avoided looking at her out of guilt. She sneered in her heart, but on the surface she asked Song Chunyuan in a friendly manner: "No problem, what do you want to hear?"
"I heard that Liu Ronghua can write poems in English?" Song Chunyuan asked respectfully.
Su Feiran said modestly: "I only know the basics, and I am still far from mastering it."
Qin Feng'an almost spit out his tea. Su Feiran's words were really shameless. He clearly plagiarized Shakespeare, but he said he only knew the basics.
When Song Chunyuan heard that Su Feiran did not deny it, his eyes immediately lit up: "In this case, would you please allow Hua to write a poem for me?"
"What kind of poem does Song Sizhi want?" Su Feiran thought for a moment and hesitated. She was afraid that her reserve of poems was not enough and would spoil Song Chunyuan's interest.
Song Chunyuan suddenly looked disappointed, "I went out of the city yesterday to relax and saw the endless grass in the countryside, which stretched all the way to the sky. For a moment, I felt refreshed and relaxed, and even forgot about worldly worries. It's a pity that it is late autumn now. After the first snow falls, I will never see such a scene again. I hope Liu Ronghua will give me a poem, so that such a scene can stay between the lines and add some hope to the long winter."
Su Feiran's eyes narrowed. It seemed that this Dali Temple Sizhi was very cautious and was not someone who could be dismissed with empty words.
It was one thing to be able to chat just now, and it was another to instruct his subordinates. The Dali Temple Sizhi was in a high position and had power. He not only had to investigate cases, but also had to vouch for his subordinates. If Su Feiran wanted to be the teacher of the entire Dali Temple, he had to pass this test.
Qin Feng'an also understood that Song Chunyuan was worried about Su Feiran's level, so he used the gift of a poem to test him. He knew that Su Feiran's English level was more than enough to teach the Dali Temple, but writing a poem on a given topic was not something that could be learned by passing the four, six, and eight examinations.
Qin Feng'an glanced at Su Feiran, and seeing that she looked troubled, he frowned and said, "Your requirements are so detailed that even a poet from ancient times would find it difficult to compose a poem in seven steps. A good work always takes some time to polish. Why not let Liu Ronghua go back and think about it carefully, and I will hand it over to you in a few days."
After Qin Feng'an said this, Song Chunyuan immediately realized that he was too harsh, and quickly apologized to Su Feiran, saying apologetically: "Ronghua, if you are not in the mood to compose poetry at the moment, just say something simple, and I will just listen to it for your own enjoyment."
Su Feiran waved her hand and said lightly, "What are you talking about, Song Sizhi? I chose to do it that day, and I can do it today, just take a look."
Song Chunyuan was immediately delighted, but Qin Fengan's expression froze - was Su Feiran trying to show off?
It turned out that Su Feiran was not lying.
Su Feiran couldn’t even compose poetry in his native Chinese, let alone in English.
But behind her is the cultural heritage of flower planting for five thousand years, as well as the fragmented knowledge learned from years of surfing the Internet.
Song Chunyuan's description just now corresponded exactly to a collection in the great library of poetry in her mind, and her confidence came from this.
"Wild grasses spread o'er ancient plain;
With spring and fall they e and go.
Fire tries to burn them up in vain;
They rise again when spring winds blow.”
Su Feiran spoke slowly, with a lingering aftertaste.
Song Chunyuan didn't understand, but he seemed to be able to smell the fragrance of green grass from the poetry, as if there was an endless wilderness in front of him.
Song Chunyuan was already convinced by Su Feiran's talent, and deep in his heart he had long since confirmed that Su Feiran was indeed qualified to be a teacher at the Dali Temple. However, despite his certainty, his curiosity surged like a tide.
His eyes flickered, and there was a desire for knowledge between his brows: "Please ask Ronghua to translate the ancient text."
Su Feiran looked far away and read aloud with emotion: "The grass on the plain withers and grows green every year——"
Qin Feng'an realized that Su Feiran actually chose "Fude Guyuancao Songbie", which indeed met Song Chunyuan's requirements.
Song Chunyuan knew the poem was wonderful after just hearing the first two lines. Just as he was looking forward to the second two lines, he heard Qin Fengan recite: "Wildfires cannot burn them all, spring breezes will bring them back to life."
Su Feiran was forced to swallow the second half of the sentence, and reluctantly bowed and said: "This is exactly what my poem means. Your Majesty's two lines of writing are like the finishing touch."
After listening to the two people's cooperation, Song Chunyuan froze in place like a sculpture.
Every word and every sentence stirred up thousands of waves in his heart.
His eyes were dull, as if the whole world had stopped at this moment.
There is no doubt that this poem is one of the best works in the world today.
What kind of genius is Su Feiran, who can be proficient in two languages at such a young age and write good poems! Such a talent is wasting his time in the back garden, what a waste of talent!
For some reason, the current emperor seemed to have opened up his Ren and Du meridians since a while ago, and he accepted advice and personally managed state affairs. Unconsciously, he gradually got rid of the label of "mediocre" and had some of the demeanor of a wise ruler!
God has sent down talented people, and Dagu is destined to prosper for ten thousand years!
Song Chunyuan looked through the long river of history and his eyes were filled with tears.
"Song Sizhi, why are you crying?" Su Feiran looked at Song Chunyuan in confusion with a tear falling from the corner of her eye.
Song Chunyuan coughed twice, quickly wiped away the tears from his cheeks, and said, "Your Majesty and Ronghua wrote this poem together. The artistic conception is profound and far-reaching, making me feel as if I can see the endless green grass again. I feel sorry for my impoliteness for a moment, and I hope Your Majesty and Ronghua will forgive me."
"Is this poem so powerful?" Qin Feng'an thought to himself.
Su Feiran was also stunned, but she thought that the artistic conception of "Fude Guyuancao Songbie" was the best among poems. Considering that the literary level of the ancient dynasty was much lower than that of later generations, it was expected that Song Chunyuan would be shocked.
She felt secretly proud in her heart, not only because of the brilliant culture behind it, but also because this poem could still resonate in people's hearts after countless years.
It would be nice to have a glass of wine handy.
Respect the eternal feelings in the long river of time, and respect the romantic understanding in the mundane world.
I pay tribute to all the literati throughout the ages who have adhered to their principles, and to their endless wisdom and enthusiasm.