Chapter 14: Climbing the Building, Falling Flowers, Nanshan
The breeze is inside.
The vision in the corner of the first floor gradually attracted more and more people's attention.
I don't know who took the lead first, and some people with keen senses began to gather at the desk.
"It's a top-notch poem! It's a top-notch poem!"
I don't know who screamed, and there was an uproar in the lobby. People queuing up to buy tickets didn't even bother to wait in line, and rushed towards the source one by one. At the same time, people continued to walk down from the second and third floors to join.
The crowd, even the steward and shopkeeper behind the counter, including the beautiful woman, were attracted...
The number of people was much larger than the crowd watching the fun just now.
Because this time there were not only guests from Qingfeng Residence, but also many passers-by on the street outside who were attracted by the vision.
At this time, the girl in green who was the first to come to the desk was staring blankly at the brilliant poem on the desk, her beautiful eyes seemed to be nailed to it, making it difficult to move away.
"Nankezi."
"The green mountains are ten miles away, and the tide-level road is covered with sand. Birds chirp several times and complain about the passing years. It's a desolate time again, at the end of the world."
The girl took a deep breath and looked down at the que.
"The white dew collects the waning moon, and the breeze disperses the dawn clouds. I asked the lotus beside the green poplar embankment: Do you remember selling wine during the New Year? Which family?"
"What a nice view"
The girl murmured.
Confucian poetry is very popular in the mountains, but in fact most monks only pay attention to it and covet its role in improving cultivation. Many people do not know how to appreciate and appreciate it, and can only taste a little bit of it, but this does not prevent them from knowing
The quality of a poem is judged by the laws of heaven and earth.
Good poems may not necessarily be of high quality, but good poetry must be good if they are of high quality!
Moreover, once the top-grade poems are published, they will have a vision, so what they are after are only the original manuscripts of the top-grade poems.
But the girl in green is different. She is very knowledgeable about poetry and has read many manuscripts of high-quality poetry circulated in the mountains, not only for spiritual practice, but also as a hobby.
She knows that every top-notch poem is a beautiful "accident". It is not easy for those sentences composed of emotional words to be recognized by heaven and earth, and the poets who wrote these sentences are even more talented!
The poem by Deng Loupin in front of me has a novel name, clear imagery, harmonious contrasts, bright colors, and a strong sense of beauty.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but raise her head and stare at the scholar in front of her.
It turns out that he is really a scholar at Linlu Academy...
Zhao Rong was smiling at this time.
Everyone around him thought that he was as calm and calm as a lake, but in fact... he was very confused now.
Why is there so much noise when writing the first poem? It was not like this when I was writing for Qianer before!
He looked at the people around him who were slowly quieting down. Most of them were staring at the words he had written. Occasionally, a few looked up at him and were also shocked.
After all, it is extremely rare for someone outside the academy to be able to compose quality poems. Once such a scholar appears, the academy will almost always send out an invitation to admit him or her to the academy.
At this moment, everyone was almost certain that Zhao Rong was from Linlu Academy. Of course, there was one exception, and he still had a bit of luck...
Zhao Rong glanced at Lin Qingxuan, who was standing outside the crowd with a confused look, but said nothing.
Then he looked at the beautiful woman in the crowd.
The beautiful woman who had been paying attention to him trembled in her heart when she saw him looking at him, and she hurriedly smiled, which was unnatural and a bit flattering.
Zhao Rong only thinks that this routine of you looking down on me, stepping on me, and then I'll slap you in the face is very boring.
He doesn’t know why Lin Qingxuan stepped on him. He just doesn’t like me. This is probably just an external cause. What about the internal cause?
In fact, at first he wanted to leave directly without accompanying them in such tricks, but Liu Sanbian stood up to help him in that situation.
He felt that he had to repay the favor, so he picked a deserted corner and wanted to write a few poems like Qian'er's and give them to Liu Sanbian, maybe he could use them.
I just didn’t expect that there would be so much commotion after I finished writing!
Zhao Rong saw that Brother Liu and everyone beside him were still immersed in the song "Nan Kezi Ten Miles of Green Mountains Away", so he tried to call home a few times in his heart.
Gui has ignored him since he learned yesterday that he was still going to "eat soft food".
Zhao Rong doesn’t know why he hates eating soft rice so much. What’s wrong with eating soft rice? Is he eating your rice?
Besides, I don’t, no…maybe I can eat it.
"What to do?"
Zhao Rong was a little surprised that Gui actually responded to him, probably because he was paying attention to his current special situation.
"Aren't you angry anymore?"
"Oh, I'm not angry. You have no future. What do you care about me?"
"I'm really not going to eat soft rice. I'm just going to return the jade to her and send a letter along the way."
"hehe."
"..."
"Well, what the hell is a poem that has a grade? What is a grade for climbing a building?"
Gui pondered for a while.
"Poems that are of high grade are recognized by heaven and earth and can become calligraphy treasures that gather spiritual energy. I have told you this before. As for climbing the tower... In my time in the Xuanhuang Realm, there were only high grade and non-grade poems.
, later I heard that the Confucianists wanted to classify poems into grades, but until I left, I didn’t see any movement from them.”
"The person who told me this secret at that time said that Confucian saints were prepared to divide poetry into three categories and two realms for high-quality poems."
"The products for climbing the tower, the products for falling flowers, and the products for Nanshan."
"There is a state of me, and a state of without me."
"The order of the three grades is high and low. The climbing grade can only gather spiritual energy once and is used by monks in the Haoran realm and above; the falling flower grade can not only gather more spiritual energy, but also help bottleneck monks in the Fuyao realm realize the breakthrough; and the Nanshan grade is even more powerful.
Extraordinary, it can gather a huge amount of spiritual energy, and at the same time, it can help monks in the Haoran Realm break through the bottleneck!"
"As for the realm of self and the realm of no-self, only Luohuapin and Nanshanpin poems can be divided into these two realms. In other words, Dengloupin poems can only become the latter two categories if they contain realms."
"In fact, there is no difference between the two realms, but the poems in the My Realm can only be understood and absorbed by monks once. After that, the calligraphy treasure will lose its spiritual energy and become an ordinary thing."
"But the poems about the state of selflessness can be repeatedly comprehended by monks, and the spiritual energy can be regrouped. It is very miraculous, and it is truly a creation of heaven and earth."
Gui Ye has to admit that this Confucian poetry is indeed mysterious, especially the poetry about the realm of selflessness, which is almost close to "Tao", and in his opinion, this should be attempted by monks after reaching a higher realm of cultivation.
touch.
Zhao Rong seemed to have some realization.
Third level and second level? Interesting and interesting.
Zhao Rong remembered that in his time and space, a literary master once proposed a similar theory of three realms of life for poets:
"To achieve great things in ancient and modern times, those who want to learn great things must pass through three realms: 'Last night the west wind withered the green trees. I climbed up to the tall building alone and looked at the end of the world.' This is the first realm. 'The belt becomes wider and I never regret it.
This is the second state. People have searched for him thousands of times, but when they suddenly look back, there he is, in a dimly lit place. This is the third state."
The poems written by these three realm poets most likely correspond to the three grades of Climbing Towers, Falling Flowers, and Nanshan classified by Confucian saints in this world.
As for the state of existence and non-self,
There is a realm of me, and when I observe things, all the old things have my color.
In the state of selflessness, one observes things in terms of things, so one does not know who is me and what is a thing.
It's actually quite easy to understand.
In the realm of self, emotions are better than the scenery; in the realm of selflessness, the scenery hides emotions. The emphasis is just different.
After understanding this, some of Zhao Rong's doubts were easily solved.
"So the words I wrote to Qian'er that day that broke her realm were Luo Hua Pin with my realm?"
"should be."
No wonder that after the poem was written, there was no radiant vision on the paper. It turned out that Qian'er realized and absorbed it on the spot.
Mentioning Qian'er, Zhao Rong suddenly missed her a little and didn't know what this girl was doing now...
"Confucianism is indeed unique in the Haoran realm. I have seen all kinds of strange Haoran realm exercises, but in the end I still feel that the Confucian exercises in this realm are closest to the original avenue of the Haoran realm."
"Um, are you following the Confucian path in Haoran Realm?"
"no,"
"The Haoran realm is too simple. I just randomly selected a set of exercises and passed it in one go."
"..."
I shouldn't have asked!
Zhao Rong came back to his senses and did not pay attention to the people on the scene. Instead, he turned to look at Liu Sanbian, who liked "Green Mountain". With a thought, he randomly took aside the rice paper on the table with the poem "Climbing the Tower" written on it. , lay down a new piece of paper.
The hearts of everyone around him trembled when they saw it.
Be careful, this is climbing a building to read poetry!
But the scholar in front of the desk didn't take it seriously and continued to go his own way.
I saw him rolling up his sleeves with one hand and holding a pen and ink with the other hand.
Slowly write a line of words.
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