Xu Youzhen entered the palace for the first time today. The young man looked at the majestic palace city, the palace under the sunset, the rows of guards, and the rows of busy palace maids and eunuchs. He liked it here, he liked it from the bottom of his heart, and the seasonal movement
Being uneasy is like seeing a beautiful girl, is your heart full of joy? No, it is because you are greedy for her body.
The young man who has a high self-esteem feels that in the future he will also be granted the title of marquis and prime minister. He will stand on top of the temple and scold Fang Qiu. His words are all about helping the country and his actions are all about guiding the country. He will eventually gain access to the imperial court.
In the hall, one person is below and ten thousand people are above.
His ambition was so strong that he couldn't suppress it at all, so he tried every means to express himself in the palace and let the big shots see him.
He knew that Zhu Zhanyang was talented and famous, and he knew the temperament of these literary talents. No one would refuse to publish his works in front of so many literati, even your Ming Dynasty prince, so he specifically asked Zhu Zhanyang to
When I write poetry, I also want to express myself.
When Zhu Zhanzhen said his name, he felt a little carried away. The Sea King of the Ming Dynasty actually knew his name. It seemed that his name was quite famous.
After all, although he is young, he is still among the best in the Imperial College, and he knows how to flatter and flatter people, of course, to those with a higher status than himself.
He has never been able to distinguish clearly which people need to be flattered by him and which ones do not.
Zhu Zhanzhen suddenly asked him to write a poem first. Wasn't this giving him a chance? The opportunity to write a poem in front of the emperor and other elders was a promotion by the prince. Xu Youzhen understood immediately.
But on the bright side, Xu Youzhen still had to suppress her excitement and said modestly: "Students are not very talented and have little knowledge. How dare they show their faces in front of you?"
"Since I can let Dr. Zhao bring you here, I think you are the most outstanding student in the Imperial College this time. I believe in Dr. Zhao's vision." Zhu Zhanzhen continued.
Zhao Rui didn't look very good, and smiled awkwardly. Looking at Xu Youzhen, he still had to save his face and said: "Xu Youzhen has always been studious, well-written, and good at poetry. It is your blessing that His Highness is willing to let you write poetry. What a blessing."
I can’t thank you properly, Your Highness.”
Xu Youzhen bowed and said, "That student will serve as a guide for His Highness."
Xu Youzhen walked to the center of the field in high spirits, walked back and forth, touched her chin, thought for a moment, then patted her forehead and said: "The student is not talented. I just wrote a poem. I hope you will appreciate it."
Zhu Gaochi signaled that it was time to start, and Xu Youzhen bowed to everyone and began to read.
A young man in pearl robes, named Guan Yulinzhong.
Wearing a meteor sword alone and a moon bow on both sides.
Wherever you go, you will visit the Huaqing Palace.
After Xu Youzhen finished reciting, he bowed to all the elders and made a complete appearance. Sun Zuo stroked his gray beard and smiled, looking quite satisfied.
The scene of the young man being high-spirited and the last sentence of returning to the Huaqing Palace makes his feelings clear.
Yang Rong understood Zhu Gaochi's thoughts and said, "Please evaluate it."
Sun Zuo was a man who cherished talent, so he stood up and said: "Xu Xuezi's poems are neat and orderly, with a youthful charm in them, and the artistic conception is clear and beautiful."
Xu Youzhen bowed to Sun Zuozuo and saluted: "Mr. Sun is so complimentary."
Sun Zuo had always been very friendly to the younger generation and was generous with his praise. Everyone looked at Zhu Gaochi.
His Majesty the Emperor nodded with satisfaction: "I was able to write this poem in a short period of time, and my literary talent is indeed excellent. I appreciate it."
The old eunuch took some silver and handed it to Xu Youzhen. Xu Youzhen accepted it excitedly and immediately thanked him.
Money is a small matter, but the emperor's reward is big. The emperor recognized his literary talents. Why don't he brag to the sky when he returns to the Imperial College tomorrow?
This is when you really want to become a proud young man.
Although Zhao Rui was a little dissatisfied with Xu Youzhen, he also recognized Xu Youzhen's literary talents. At least he did not embarrass the Imperial College and was rewarded by the emperor, which was considered a disgrace.
"Zhan Zhan, how are you? Have you finished writing?" Zhu Gaochi asked Zhu Zhan again while he was in high spirits.
"Father, I have been thinking about it for half the time. The last paragraph is not finished yet. Everyone is in a good mood today. Why not let all the talented people in the Imperial College speak freely, write poems and lyrics, and have more good poems, which can also be passed down as elegant things."
"Okay, I will give half an hour to test the talents of Ming Dynasty students and doctors, and they can all speak freely." Zhu Gaochi was very interested and agreed.
Naturally, no one could miss this opportunity to express themselves. Everyone in the Imperial College, including Zhao Rui, began to think hard about writing a sensational poem.
Literary talents stood up one after another, but there were only a few people who could really make good poems by writing poems on the spur of the moment. Otherwise, how could Cao Zhi's seven-step poem be so praised?
The ancients had strict requirements on poetry, requiring it to be smooth and oblique, and the artistic connotation should not be missing at all. Unlike many modern poems, as long as I can break lines, I can write poetry.
There are many ancient poems, and there are countless poetry collections, but how many can really last for generations and be familiar to people? Take Yang Rong who was here as an example.
Yang Rong was a man of the Yuan Dynasty. He was outstanding in poetry and literature, and had a high status. He survived many dynasties, but how many people in later generations have heard of his poems?
Is it because he has no poems? No, Yang Rong is the author of "The Collection of Mo'an", "The Collection of Yunshan", "The Collection of Jingxuan", "The Collection of Tuisi", 1 volume of "Xunzibian", and "The Northern Expedition"
1 volume, "Records of the Houbei Campaign" in 1 volume, "Liangjing Lei Manuscript" in 30 volumes, and "Yutang Posthumous Manuscript" in 12 volumes.
These works were read by literati at that time and by literati more than ten years later. However, only those who specialize in the study will read these works to later generations. There are not many poetic works that can really be passed down through the ages.
So think about how awesome the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties were.
It is already a great honor for a literati to have an article that will last forever.
Seeing that everyone else's poems were of average quality, Xu Youzhen couldn't help but rejoice. It seemed that her poem was the best in the field, and it won the emperor's title last time. When she returns to the Imperial College tomorrow, will she become the focus of other supervisors?
Sure enough, I am talented, talented and talented.
But he felt that this was not enough. Seeing that everyone was still writing poems, some raised their heads and looked at the bright moon deeply, while others lowered their heads and had nowhere to start with their pens. He walked to the center with a confident smile.
"Your Majesty, the student also has another poem. I just met Your Majesty and Prince Neptune for the first time. I thought that the Prince and Your Majesty must have been very similar when they were young. They were handsome young men with white horses in the spring breeze, so I wrote another poem."
Zhu Gaochi was very happy, these words spoke to his heart. After all, he thought Zhu Zhanzhen was the most similar to him in appearance, but he was just a little bit fatter, and finally someone noticed it.
"Read it, there are still rewards for writing well." Zhu Gaochi was very happy to be flattered by this group of literati.
Xu Youzhen flicked her long sleeves, and the white sleeves brought out a gust of cool breeze. The young man read with high spirits.
Teenage fun
The young man rides a horse and is proud of himself.
In the spring breeze, the Wei Bridge is full of people.
"Okay." Although it was an ordinary poem, it responded to the occasion and said that Zhu Gaochi and Zhu Zhanyi looked similar. The emperor was happy and ordered someone to reward him with a few taels of silver.
Having won the award twice, Xu Youzhen was very proud of herself and was the brightest boy in the show.
At this time, Yang Rong came to Zhu Zhanzhen and said, "Your Highness, is the poem ready?"
"Young Master Yang, I have just listened to the poems written by the Imperial College officials. Young Master Yang is also a lover of poetry and is a famous poet and essayist. I wonder if I can write one too." Zhu Zhanzhen saw that Yang Rong was a little eager to give it a try.
Yang Rong looked at Zhu Gaochi, who smiled and said: "Yang Rong, you can also sing a song, but I won't reward you for doing well, so as not to say that you bullied the juniors."
Yang Rong became more interested. As a great scholar of the dynasty, Yang Rong naturally couldn't be embarrassed, so he took out the poems he had written before but had not published. It is reasonable for a literati to hide something for emergencies. After all, everyone after Cao Zhi
Everyone wants to write a poem in seven steps. It doesn’t matter if you don’t have the ability. As long as you write a lot, it will come in handy.
When he was young, he failed in his talent and ambition. He studied hard and wrote poetry.
The first time we met, I admired my beautiful appearance. The bright jade tree looked bright and clear.
"Yes, yes, you are worthy of being my great bachelor." Zhu Gaochi was very happy.
While Yang Rong was composing the poem, Wen Taiqing's wife quietly said to Zhu Zhanyi: "Your Highness, do you have confidence? If you don't have confidence and need my help, remember to give me a look."
"Oh? The old gentleman has also written a poem?" Zhu Zhanzhen thought that Wen Taiqing's wife also wanted to write one.
Wen Taiqing's wife shook her head and said: "Your Majesty said that I would like to write poems for young people. Old lady, I am both an old man and a woman. How can I have the mood to write some poems for young people? The nondescript writing will make people laugh at me."
"Then what method did the old gentleman say?"
Wen Taiqing's wife looked around and said quietly: "Your Highness, I always liked to joke with my great-grandson. Occasionally, I would just close my eyes and pretend that I was driving to the west. I would only touch my great-grandson until he cried to death.
head, to scare him, so I’m an expert at pretending to be dead, old lady.”
Zhu Zhancheng was dumbfounded. He never expected that Wen Taiqing's wife would do this. But then he thought about it. Suddenly something happened to Wen Taiqing's wife and someone died. Then everything must be stopped and he should go to work first.
As for her matter, it will be fine when she wakes up.
He smiled and said, "This is a great idea, sir."
"Don't worry, Your Highness, at my age, if I fall to the ground casually, my acting is more real than real." Wen Taiqing's wife said confidently, and she seemed to be very proud.
But then I thought about it, Wen Taiqing's wife was over a hundred years old, and if she fell to the ground, the effect would be extraordinary, but she had to fall slower, otherwise it would be easy for her to fall down.
"No need, old sir, I have confidence."
"Has your highness finished the poem?"
"It's not really a poem, I just wrote a few lines, but it should be enough to suppress the people from the Imperial College."
Seeing the young man's high-spirited and confident smile, Wen Taiqing's wife suddenly felt that the young man was really shining. Fortunately, there was no young woman here. Otherwise, seeing such a young man, she wouldn't have jumped up like crazy.
When Yang Rong finished reciting the poem, everyone praised him, and then turned their attention to Zhu Zhanyi. Zhu Zhanyi had already delayed a lot of time before, but now everyone's attention was focused together because Zhu Zhanyi got up.
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Zhu Zhanzhen is dressed in regular clothes, white on top and green on the bottom. The mountain is hidden in the green and black, with bamboo growing on the white top. He carries warm jade around his waist. He stands like a green pine. He looks like a handsome young man standing proudly on a shooting star in the center.
"It's a pity that after listening to your poems today, I couldn't write a poem myself."
The whole audience was in an uproar. Zhu Zhanzhen, whom Zhu Di had appointed as the best literary talent in the dynasty, actually didn't write it, but looking at his confident look, it didn't look like it.
"The poem is not complete yet. I wrote a few lines and put them together for you to appreciate." Zhu Zhanzhen had a smile on his lips.
Zhu Gaochi breathed a sigh of relief. Even though he didn't have a complete poem, it would be fine. He thought that when Zhu Zhanchen spoke, his life would be like the first time he met, and he would become a god in just half a sentence. Now, if there are a few sentences, even one sentence would be passed down for generations. It would be great.
"My father wanted young people's poems, and young people's poems should have a youthful feel, so I wrote some sentences to describe the feelings of young people."
Zhu Zhanyi took a step and settled down, raised his head to the bright moon, lowered his head and muttered: "The young man said deeply: the world is safe and sound, and I will live up to the Tathagata and I will not live up to you."
As soon as one sentence came out, everyone was shocked. At this point, the world is safe and sound, and it lives up to the Tathagata and the Lord. It can be written by adding two sentences at will. Even if the artistic conception is different, two sentences are enough.
Zhu Zhanzhen's famous lines from all over the world can't be turned into poems. What kind of youthful style is this?
Zhu Zhanchen secretly said sorry to Tsangyang Gyatso, but if you believe in Buddhism, don't blame him.
When everyone was astonished, Zhu Zhanyi said again: "The young man said he was sad: Tonight in the Red Mansion, heaven and earth are as sad as the world."
Sorry, Nalan Xingde, I have to pick your hair again.
Another sentence is like this, and Zhu Zhanchang also used famous lines through the ages but failed to form poems. It seems that Zhu Zhanyang has so many good lines that they want, and he doesn't care.
There was light in Zhu Zhanzhen's eyes. He looked around and his voice became louder.
"A young man talks about lovesickness: he looks at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk. He misses you when you walk and miss you when you sit down."
"The young man said about the war: Just die for the country on the battlefield, why return with your body wrapped in horse leather!"
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"Young man talks about bravery: I will go to Quantai to recruit my old troops, and I will kill Yama with a hundred thousand banners!"
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Sorry, General Chen Yi.
As soon as the three verses of the poem came out, everyone was shocked. For others, it would take a lot of effort, repeated pondering, and constant polishing to write a famous line through the ages, but Zhu Zhanzhen's words came out well.
Obviously they are all good lines for the ages. As long as they are turned into poems, this line can be remembered by future generations. But Zhu Zhanzhen didn't want it. He wrote half a line or a paragraph. Why? Is it because of arrogance? Is it because of lack of time?
No, neither, because he doesn't know how.
As an excellent car mechanic, most of the poems I can remember are only the most famous line. I can memorize quite a few Tang poems and Song poems, but not many after the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
But, it's enough.
Yang Rong looked at Zhu Zhanzhen in shock: "Your Highness casually uttered a famous line through the ages, why not turn it into a poem?"
"What I have written today has been gathered into a book. The title of the book is [Youth of Hongxi]. Let the young people write the words and express them as they please. Those who can become good poets are the masters of the sentences." Zhu Zhan's face did not change his expression.
Say it without jumping.
For a moment, everyone was dumbfounded. The fame, fortune and wealth they sought were not worth mentioning in Zhu Zhanzhen's eyes, and the eternal articles they wanted were not worth mentioning here. It seemed that under his light, they themselves
These people are nothing.
He is too shining, shining so brightly that people can't open their eyes, and shining so brightly that they lose their fighting spirit.
Zhu Gaochi was ecstatic in his heart. This book "Hong Xi Boy" will definitely cause a sensation, and his name will have to be left in the literary world.
What a good son, what a great boy.
"Master Yang is not finished yet." Zhu Zhanchen continued with a slight smile.
"Ah? There's more?"
Zhu Zhanzhen raised his hand and said loudly: "The young man said that he is fearless: I will smile to the sky with my sword across the sword, leaving my liver and gallbladder intact."
As soon as this sentence came out, the four main judges were all stunned on the spot. How heroic and fearless this was. The clear young man in front of him actually had such mountains and rivers in his heart.
"One more thing."
"What else?!" Everyone was shocked and shocked.
The breeze picked up, and Zhu Zhanzhen's long sleeves fluttered like a young man's flag.
"Young man talks about young man: Hong Xi young man takes Yun Zhi, and he should be the best in the world!"
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"Absolutely awesome!
"Yang Rong clapped his arms and stood up.
All the elders present had only one thought in their minds: "This young man is awesome!"