Although Gao Qi read poetry and books, he had no intention of pursuing an official career. He could not be summoned by the king, so he only wanted to live in seclusion in the city, write books, collect poems and essays, and devote himself to restoring and carrying forward the ruined Chinese literature in the East that was ravaged by the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty.
Among them, he paid special attention to poetry and prose, convinced that "poetry and prose can reach far and clarify aspirations." He vowed to collect the poetry and prose of the Ming Dynasty that can illuminate the history of the Ming Dynasty and pass it on to future generations.
However, the literary culture of the Ming Dynasty has not been restored, and the poetry world is not prosperous. Although there are one or two excellent works, they are inferior to those of the Tang and Song Dynasties. Gao Qi regretted and lamented, but he also secretly resented the Meng Yuan Dynasty for destroying Chinese literature, and hoped that one day it would be better. In September, the Chinese literary world regained its prosperity.
Unexpectedly, one month, I suddenly heard about Zhu Su's "Rolling Waters of the Yangtze River Passing East", and I was shocked for a while. I also heard about "Looking at the Sky at Dawn and Looking at the Clouds at Dusk" written to the daughter of the Xu family, and I was even more happy to dance. They think that the literary world of the Ming Dynasty will prosper and that there are already poetic talents born in the Ming Dynasty. This is not a clear evidence that the literary world of the Ming Dynasty is about to be revived.
Therefore, Gao Qicuo and Zhu Su highly praised him. After he came to Suzhou, he willingly used his reputation in Wei Guandong, the prefecture, to help listen, recruit students, and provide relief to the victims.
Gao Qi also attended the previous New Year's Eve banquet with others. He originally thought that on this festive occasion, King Wu Diandong would have some good poems. Unexpectedly, until he captured the gangsters in the city, Diandong showed no sign of asking for a poem to celebrate.
Originally, Gao Qi was about to give up. He lamented that the king of Wu had too many people in his palace and had no interest in reciting poems.
Unexpectedly, Mingyue would have such an unexpected surprise!
"My poetry fanatic..." Luo Guanzhong nodded to his old friend Gao Qi, and then unfolded the page under Gao Qi's expectant eyes. With just one glance, his whole body was shocked to the spot.
"My old guy, why are you so stunned!" Gao Qi saw that he didn't shut up, and he was very worried. "What did the master of the palace write? I should recite it!"
"When the moon shines, we know that what Prime Minister Wen said is 'awe-inspiring righteousness'." Luo Guanzhong's pupils shrank slightly and he sighed in a loud voice. Gao Qi was so anxious that he didn't care that it would be disrespectful to watch privately. He was also shaken to the spot.
"Lime...groan?"
He unconsciously recited the name of the poem, which consisted of just four sentences:
Thousands of hammers carved out the mountains,
The fire burns as if it were idle.
Broken to pieces and full of fear,
Please keep Qinghong in the world.
"My bones are shattered and my body is so scared... Please keep Qinghong in this world..." Gao Qi couldn't help but murmured.
"The scholar who raised his arms and shouted outside the city, but was killed by the thieves, can rest in peace!" Gao Qidao, his eyes even showed extremely strong feelings of envy. "But to get this poem from the east of the palace, he Gao Qidao Qi wishes he could die on his own behalf!"
These are Gao Qi's heartfelt words. To be honest, the scholar who raised his arms and shouted is not worthy of the four sentences of King Wu Diandong. Those four sentences are more like describing a man who was in a desperate situation, but A hero who never looks back and turns the tide.
If you don't follow the way in your heart, even if you are burned by fire and struck by thousands of hammers, even if you know that your body will definitely be shattered in the end, you still uphold your innocence and never have any regrets.
What a supreme conduct!
"Dian Dong did not write just for that scholar. Did Dian Dong... set a destiny for him and other Ming literati?" Luo Guanzhong was also shocked. "Please keep Qing Hong in the world... Please keep Qing Hong in the world." ...If all literati were not like this, the Ming Dynasty would be prosperous!"
"Hurry up and tell this poem to the whole city!" Gao Qidao said. "Such a good poem cannot be shelved in a high cabinet. It needs to be spread throughout the world to make it clear to other scholars in the Ming Dynasty!"
"That's right." Luo Guanzhong also said. He turned to Gou'er and asked: "May I ask my father-in-law, I don't know the name of that scholar, can you find out?"
"He will then write the story of the scholar into a script, and together with this poem, he will teach the whole city Mingzhi. I hope that the people will know the viciousness of the bandits outside the city, and the integrity of the martyrs!"
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Luo Guanzhong, Gao Qi and other literati were filled with fighting spirit inspired by the song "Yan of Lime", and a highly provocative article "Remembering Zhao Sheng's Unyielding Victims by Zhang Thief" soon became popular among Luo Guanzhong's pens.
It was written out of hand. The people of Suzhou were already panic-stricken because of the thieves outside the city, and everyone was concerned about the war. This story is a record of the war, and it is the news that the people of Suzhou are most concerned about, so it spread very quickly.
Therefore, the story of Zhao Sheng and many brave people dying generously to win the opportunity for Wu Wang Diandong to rescue the people, as well as the song "Song of Lime" by Wu Wang Diandong to pay tribute to the moral integrity of this life, also spread rapidly throughout the world at an extremely fast speed.
The whole city of Suzhou Prefecture.
"Have you heard? That story is not related to the war that took place in Mingyue in the east of the city! Descendants of the Zhang family brought Japanese pirates and coerced the people outside the city to use them as human shields to attack the city!" In a teahouse somewhere in the city, a Wensheng disciple of Gao Qi
, his face flushed with excitement, telling the people the story of what happened in the east of the city.
The common people continued to gather around the scholars who were explaining the latest news about the war. Behind them, several common people were talking in low voices.
"Isn't that a waste of human life? King Cheng is so kind, why is his son so cruel!"
"Hey! What kind of kindness can you win over the hearts of Suzhou people and just fight for the east! His son can seize the city. Unfortunately, the fact is that the Bedinks originally lived outside the city. If they can't enter the city, they won't be able to win.
Slow down, or you may be caught by them and die!"
"That's what I said! I heard Huang Chao's story before, and I knew that none of the heroes had good intentions. If the Ming Dynasty came to an end, Emperor Zhu finally expelled the Tatars, and they were the emperor of the Han people. He treated them as well.
Kindhearted. Those people have no selfish interests and want to divide the Han Dynasty. Could it be that they just want to go back to the Yuan Dynasty and attack each other?"
"Besides, if his son Wu Wang Diandong is not here, maybe the city gate will be broken down during the bright moon!"
"No, no, no! If the city gate is broken, none of us Suzhou people can escape! Zhang Li and the Japanese are working together. If the Japanese invaders enter the city, is there any way to survive?"
"We brothers, who are strong and healthy, why don't we go and help King Wu's palace? Why don't we help the defenders deliver some meals and deliver some rocks and logs? Maybe we can do our best."
"At least you don't have to watch that thief Zhang lead the Japanese dog into the city!"
"No! I heard that Ming Ye Diandong will be on the east wall of the city to pay homage to the souls of the people who died in vain... If Diandong hadn't moved them into the city, I am afraid that among the dead souls, there are two of my brothers."
"Then Zhao Sheng can be considered as having died for them, and they should pay homage to him!"
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Mistakes like this kept happening all over Suzhou City. In the evening, Zhao Sheng's bones were put into a coffin on the east side of the city wall. Zhu Su was worried that the thieves would not dare to fight at night in the east city, so he hosted Zhao Sheng outside the city wall.
Paying homage. When he stood on the city wall, Zhu Su was surprised to find that on the east side of the city wall, there were already dense crowds of people holding lanterns. People lowered their eyes and whispered, looking at Zhao Sheng's coffin and others standing in the front row.
Hundreds of people were lucky enough to survive and were rescued into the city.
"Dongdong, please say something?" The dog beside Zhu Su asked in a low voice.
"...After all, there is no need to make things complicated during wartime. Let's just follow the original plan and simply handle it." Zhu Su thought for a while and shook his head. Going too far is not enough. If he incites the people again, they will be too excited at night and accidents will happen.
alright.
"No." The dog bowed his head and retreated to the east. Then he brought Zhu Su a Kongming lantern that had been prepared for a long time. Zhu Su lit the Kongming lantern on the flame in the east of the city in full view of everyone. The city was in Zhu Cang, Zhu Di, Qin Wang Wu Wang Wei and
The surviving people in the east of the city also lit the Kongming lanterns that had been prepared long ago, and prayed for the thirty-five members of the Royal Guard Cavalry who died in the battle outside the city, and the 735 people who died in vain outside the city.
"The heroic soul is not far away, and peace of mind is on the way!" The Kongming lantern buzzed in Zhu Su's legs, and it was about to sway back. Zhu Su shouted, and then released the leg holding the paper lantern. The sergeants also shouted in unison,
Then, a total of 771 Kongming lanterns flew into the sky together.
More than seven hundred lanterns were like the souls of more than seven hundred people who died in Mingyue, swaying in the dark blue night sky. The people were all solemn for a moment, looking at the souls who were leaving them in trance.
"My lords, they should recite in unison so that the thieves outside the city will know their integrity!" Suddenly, a scholar from the east of the city shouted loudly.
"Thousands of hammers were used to carve out the deep mountains, and the fire burned them as if nothing happened. My bones were shattered into pieces and my body was filled with fear. Please leave Qinghong in the world!"
Immediately, under the guidance of this person, many scholars in the east of the city began to recite the "Lime Ode" that they had only heard in the bright moon. At the beginning, one person recited it, and gradually there were six or seven people, and at the end there were hundreds of thousands of people.
Shouting, even the common people who had never been illiterate followed the scholars, looking at the sky lanterns getting higher and higher, reciting the poem with a sacred look on their faces, but they had no idea of the specific meaning.
"...Then, are they really the people of the Ming Dynasty..." In the city, Zhu Xi looked at the plain-headed people in the east of the city who chanted in unison with extraordinary momentum, and murmured to himself in shock.
Next to Zhu Su, the Jurchen dog looked at the crowd of people reciting poems with envy in his eyes.