Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 296

Ao Ao waved his hand away, raised the little brat's fist and said, "No hug, Ao Ao is big."

Qianqing rubbed his head and teased him for being such a little adult.

Ao Ao held Qian Qing's hand, bathed in sunlight, looking rosy and adorable.

(Luckily, he doesn't look like his father -- Qian Qingsi)

"Daddy still wants to hold you." He feels empty without holding you.

"Hug--Qianqian--Aoao is a man's sweat."

Qian Qing looked at the little figure on the ground with a bitter expression.

The villain cruelly ignored him.

"Let me hug you." Your sister is even harder to handle; she hasn't let anyone hug her in ages.

"I'm six years old." I can't hug him, or they'll laugh at him again.

"At sixteen, Daddy wants to hold me too."

Ao Ao frowned, looking at him unhappily.

Qianqing quickly surrendered, saying, "No hugging, no hugging." But it's alright if I can just hold her.

...

"Father—let me go." Father is good in every way, except for this one bad habit.

"No."

He gave a haughty smirk.

Qianqing immediately let go: "Don't cry, don't cry, okay? I won't hug you or hold you anymore."

Ao Ao nodded, pouting slightly.

Qianqing looked sadly at the increasingly "hateful" guy as he grew up, feeling resentful that he could grow up so fast...

...

Sikong stood on the lectern, and none of the little kids below dared to utter a sound. Of course, there was an exception: one kid's cross-eyed gaze was scanning the face of another creature of equal size.

He sat proudly and obediently at the back. He didn't like to get close to his brothers and sisters because they would laugh at him for talking ridiculously.

Sikong didn't even glance at the tadpoles below, but walked up to the podium, opened his book, and began to speak as if nothing had happened:

"Today we will be discussing poetry. Generally speaking, poetry can be divided into two main categories: prose and rhymed verse."

The term "prose" refers to a literary style in which sentences do not rhyme, and generally includes types such as historical biographies, notes, travelogues, and argumentative essays.

The term "rhymed verse" refers to a literary genre in which sentences are rhymed, generally including types such as fu (a type of prose-poem), shi (a type of poetry), and ci (a type of lyric poetry).

Examples of representative works of the "fu" genre include Cao Zhi's "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River" and Zuo Si's "Ode to the Three Capitals".

Poetry and lyrics are precisely the types that this section will specifically explain.

First, let's talk about the classification of "poetry". "Poetry" refers to rhymed verse where each line has the same or roughly the same number of characters...

"Grand Tutor..." Qian Nanhui raised his hand.

Sikong nodded.

He stood up hesitantly and asked, "Grand Tutor, who are Cao Zhi and Zuo Si? What is the 'Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River'?" He was very good at his studies, and all the other teachers praised him, but the Grand Tutor did not. Today, if he asked a question, the Grand Tutor would definitely praise him, and his mother would be happy to be praised by the Grand Tutor.

Sikong glanced at him, as if he had accomplished a monumental task, and continued, "Poetry—can be divided into two categories..."

Qian Nanhui's smile vanished (the poor little one is most afraid of being hurt).

But the person on stage was clearly not honest, and he continued to speak to himself: "...one type is called 'classical poetry' and the other type is called 'modern poetry'."

"Classical poetry," also known as "ancient style poetry," has no strict limit on the number of lines, though it is generally an even number of lines. It also has no strict rhyme scheme, and the rhyme can be either level or oblique. In terms of form, it is a relatively free type of poetry...

Qian Nanhui couldn't describe the grievances he felt. Was this considered a challenge to his status as a prince?

The Grand Tutor ignored him and did not respond.

Qianqian whispered, "Idiot." This tutor has something wrong with his head. You'd be better off jumping into the river than expecting him to answer your questions.

"Who are you talking about!" The boy, who had nowhere to vent his anger, immediately grabbed someone to vent his frustration on.

"I'm talking to you! What can you do to this princess!" Qianqian spoke smoothly, probably because she had practiced arguing.

The other princes all put aside their studies and watched them with great interest. They found the tutor's lessons terrifying, so they preferred to watch them argue.

"How dare you insult this prince!" A wild, unruly girl dares to lecture him!

"It's not that I, the princess, want to be scolded, it's that you're asking for it!"

"I didn't do anything to you, you little stutterer!"

"You—! You're the one who stutters!" She had stopped stuttering a long time ago.

Ao Ao looked at his sister with concern, not daring to step in and break up the fight, because he stuttered and he was afraid they would laugh at Qian Qian because of him.

"...Regulated verse—also known as 'metrical verse'—is a category that emerged after the Tang Dynasty."

There are only three types of classical Chinese poetry: "regulated verse", "extended regulated verse", and "quatrain".