Xu Qian squeezed into the crowd and saw a small poem written by someone on the whitewashed wall.
The poems are neatly contrasted, and what they write is the life of the owner of the house. The last sentence is even more meaningful, expressing the poet's yearning for fame.
Xu Qian's attainments in poetry are now quite high, and at least his level of appreciation is by no means lower than ordinary people.
After taking a look at it, I immediately felt that the poem was good, and I even heard the admiration of the onlookers.
"Young Master Yang is such a talented person. It is said that he improvised it when he passed by Xie Gong's mansion."
"This poem is more lively than the leader of the poetry competition in Zuiyun Tower a few days ago."
"Sure enough, he is worthy of being Mr. Wu's disciple. It's no wonder that Mr. Xie asked people to carefully protect this poem. Although Mr. Xie lives in Hangzhou, his attainments are not concerned with worldly affairs, but he is a man who loves talents."
Xu Qian sneered in his heart, Mr. Wu is just a deceitful person, and as for Yang Talent, it is just a compliment between scholars. A so-called gifted scholar wrote poems on the wall of a certain gentry, and the gentry expressed his love.
The heart of talent, one is to promote one's talent, and the other is to express one's love for talent. When two bugs are together, they have the same odor.
Especially the disgusting praise of the owner of this house in the poem made Xu Qian feel disgusted. What a mansion that would be desolate for the public. It even compared the owner of this house to a gentleman who is pure from the mud. The whole court was dark, so...
The owner of this house was in the imperial court, and he was very beautiful in the woods.
Xu Qian sneered.
Drunk, he suddenly thought of something, bent down to pick up a piece of gravel, and then wrote under the white wall: "The rolling water of the Yangtze River passes eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure are all gone, but the green mountains are still there, several times."
The setting sun is red. The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the river are used to watching the autumn moon and the spring breeze. We are happy to meet each other over a pot of turbid wine. Many things in ancient and modern times have been laughed at and talked about."
This poem was written by Yang Shen of this dynasty. Unfortunately, in Xu Qian's memory, Yang Shen wrote this poem in the third year of Jiajing because he offended the emperor and was exiled from the imperial court. He felt desolate in his heart for a while.
Fa, with all the burning thoughts, I saw through this fame and realized the joys and sorrows of life, so I wrote these words with a mixture of emotions.
It's just that it's just the early years of Jiajing, and Yang Shen is still very proud of himself at this time, so this word has not yet been born.
Xu Qian was filled with resentment towards Mr. Wu and felt unhappy when he saw such a talented person. Under the influence of alcohol, he suddenly remembered this poem.
"Haha... Aren't you bragging about being the masters of this place? Aren't you yearning for fame? I will simply pour a basin of cold water on you, but I want to see if you, a talented person, are ashamed or not."
After the poem ended, the gravel in his hand was reduced to powder. Xu Qian clapped his hands, swaying under the astonished eyes of everyone, and was about to leave.
He couldn't help but mutter: "It's time to go back. Deng Jian is probably still waiting for me to pay for the drinks. Oh... yes, I haven't written the inscription and postscript yet."
He almost staggered and bent down to pick up another piece of gravel. He was about to start writing under the poem, but he hesitated for a moment.
Who wrote the inscription and postscript?
Your name in the book?
Seems a little embarrassed.
But Yang Shen's name is in the book...
Inappropriate, inappropriate, Xu Qian shook his head again.
Then his eyes suddenly lit up, he laughed, and wrote: "Go up the mountain and fight the tiger book."
He turned to leave, but at this time, several men in green clothes and small hats stopped him. The leader was clearly dressed as a steward. He held his hands and yelled at Xu Qian: "Who are you? How dare you act wild in my house."
Xu Qian couldn't help but asked: "Who is your master?"
The steward was full of pride and said: "My master is Mr. Xie, a great scholar in the cabinet, and he is the prime minister of the Ming Dynasty."
Xu Qian sneered and said: "Xie Qian? I have heard of him. He was a former cabinet bachelor, and he can also be called a public character. But you are so bold. Taizu once issued an edict, but he called himself the prime minister and assistant.
To kill the entire clan, a bachelor is a bachelor, so where does the prime minister come from?"
The steward said fiercely: "You have ruined my Xie family and dared to talk nonsense. Come on, come on. Capture this madman and lock him up first."
After hearing this, several boys rushed forward to hold Xu Qian up like wolves and tigers, trying to drag Xu Qian away.
"Who... who dares to take me, I am Qiantang... Qiantang..."
At this time, Xu Qian was drunk and gradually lost consciousness...
"Manager Yang, what should I do with these words?"
The steward snorted coldly and said with a livid face: "The sky is dark now. Let's call someone to clean it tomorrow."
The onlookers saw the commotion and saw that the people from the Xie Mansion had already carried Xu Qian away, so they immediately gathered around him again, still talking about it: "That boy is really arrogant. I really don't know where he came from. Young Master Yang can mention poems here.
That's because people have learned from ancient times to the present; Xie Xie doesn't care about him, it's because Xie Xie has a love for talents, but a nobody dares to scribble on other people's door walls, it's really nonsense."
"There are countless crazy people like this in Hangzhou. There will always be a few ridiculous people, but it doesn't matter. The people in the Xie Mansion will probably give him a good lesson and teach him a lesson."
"That person... I have vaguely seen him. He looks a bit like Xu Qian, a boy who has been extremely arrogant recently."
"Is it really him?"
"But I don't know this. The man was drunk just now, so I couldn't see clearly."
Suddenly someone sneered and said, "If it's this guy, it wouldn't be surprising. It's said that this guy has no knowledge and skills, but always speaks arrogant words and has a very bad character. It's really a joke that such a person can pass the county examination."
"Come on, let's not talk about this. Let's take a look at what he wrote on the wall."
Everyone gathered around and looked at the poems on the wall with disdain. Then someone laughed: "The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, haha... This sentence is really plain."
Then someone frowned slightly and said, "The waves swept away all the heroes... This... is quite interesting."
There were some people who were proficient in poetry among the spectators, and they all looked at it with disdain. From time to time, some even uttered a sentence or two of ridicule, but then many people stopped laughing.
The artistic conception of this poem is lofty, and it actually has a bit more charm and emotion than Yang Qing's poems. Reading it makes people feel sad.
If you read Yang Qing's poems, you will be full of fame and ambition, but if you look at this poem signed "Go up the mountain to fight the tiger", you will feel discouraged and have a feeling that all your thoughts are gone, as if you have fame in the world.
Li Lu finally became unreal like a mirror in a mirror.
After that, no one said a word. Even the few people who had ridiculed the most fiercely just now were mesmerized, savoring the poems, and seemed to be comprehending something.
After a long time, someone suddenly slapped him on the forehead and left quickly. Everyone looked at the person who was leaving in a hurry, as if they felt that the person was walking away in such a hurry, which violated the meaning of the poem.
Unexpectedly, the person who left quickly left and came back, but he came back dripping with sweat. He took a pen and ink and a blank paper in his hand, and then he lay on the ground and started copying the poems on the wall.
Only then did everyone suddenly realize that they were not leaving at all, but were going to get pens and ink to copy poems.
Many people followed suit and left in a hurry.
After all, Hangzhou is a place where literary style flourishes. Most people have an arty pursuit of talented people and catchy poems. Now that they read a refreshing poem, some people naturally want to copy it and ponder it carefully.
The sky was getting dark, but gradually, more and more people gathered around here, and even many scholars came in cars and sedans. Many people began to relish the poem "Go up the mountain to fight the tiger" and the Yang
Some people just quietly savored the artistic conception of the two poems, while others were speculating on who the person who went up the mountain to fight tigers was. Some people couldn't help but sneered: "Going up the mountain to fight tigers, such a nickname is really vulgar.
Such a good word, it’s a pity, it’s a pity…”
Someone sneered and retorted: "Vulgarity is elegance. Don't you even know this?"
The person who spoke before suddenly said sarcastically: "Ah... I made a mistake, I made a mistake..."