Chapter 314: After Confucius and Mencius School Book Comments
A boy walked up to Jia Lan, bowed and then gently picked up Jia Lan’s work, preparing to submit it to the judges for comment.
Seeing the ink marks on the paper, the boy was obviously stunned for a moment.
The ink has dried completely.
The boy's eyes couldn't help but move up to take a look at Jie Yuanlang, who was not much older than him.
Seeing that the other person looked at him, Jia Lan gave him a friendly smile, but the boy lowered his eyes in embarrassment and walked away quickly.
Also leaving with him was the boy who stood up in front of Xu Lingkuan, who was looking helplessly at the white scroll in his hand.
Xu Lingkuan and Jia Lan looked at each other and laughed.
All of a sudden, Guishuyuan was filled with hustle and bustle.
The scholars who submitted the poems all showed expressions of relief.
Jia Lan smiled. Sure enough, no matter how the times change, people's moods after the exam are always the same. Their faces are full of various expressions, including joy, nervousness, exhaustion, expectation, disappointment, regret, and frustration.
The Turtle Garden Poetry Club is a vanity fair, and everyone wants to squeeze in and find a shortcut to becoming famous.
"Next, your poems will be sent to the Fulin Hall. The six female school teachers will first select readable poems, and then hand them over to the masters for comment."
After getting some free time, Chang Feng couldn't wait to visit the park, and even pulled three orchids as a shield.
Chang Bai saw at a glance that Chang Feng's visit to the garden was fake and that the beauty was real. He said in a deep voice: "You can go by yourself if you want. The younger sisters can only stay in the pavilion."
Chang Feng laughed dryly, cast an apologetic look at his sisters, stood up and left.
After chatting with Changbai for a while, Jia Lan also left his seat and walked to the railing of the attic to look into the distance.
At night, the garden is brightly lit, as if in a dream, and the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras is endless.
Now that you have seen all kinds of scholars and poetry gatherings, why not enjoy the landscape and get a glimpse of the scenery of this era?
Thinking of this, Jia Lan and Chang Bai said hello, then nodded to Ming Lan and Shi Yi Niang, walked out of Xiuzhu Pavilion alone, walked slowly, and looked carefully.
Gazing at the scenery in the lakeside gardens, indulging in the sounds and sounds among the green waves and Zhuge Pavilions, bowing hands and being friendly to the scholars you know and don't know along the way, this is the elegant life, the social interaction between the ancients.
"Humph!"
On a pavilion somewhere, seeing Jia Lan strolling by, Yu Yanhong secretly cursed "pretending", then glanced at Yu Yanran who was sitting tremblingly aside, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth unconsciously.
Meaning.
The scholars standing in a circle outside Fulin Hall looked eagerly at the hazy shadows in the gauze tent.
"Have you heard that the six female school teachers invited to this poetry meeting include Miss Wenqin, the granddaughter of Yanshenggong, and Miss Ruxin from the Meng family."
"Not only that, even the famous talented woman in Beijing, Miss Biyou of the Chen family, is also in it."
Someone sighed: "I don't want to go to the church to pay homage to Duke Yan, I just want to see the grace of a few female school teachers."
These words caused a burst of laughter from all around.
In the Baoxia next to Fulin Hall, six women were sitting side by side under the gauze curtains, immersed in carefully circulating the poems sent by the children.
"Miss Kong, look at this poem."
A good-looking woman had just read a poem. Her eyes lit up. She turned around and found a woman next to her wearing a plain coat and skirt with a crimson palace flower on her head. She handed the poem over.<
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The person next to me took it and read it carefully, nodding slightly: "The allusion of this poem is very strange, but it is a pity that the words are too polished and ingenious. But it is still a good poem, so send it in."
"Yes." There was already a maid waiting on the side. After hearing this, she immediately bowed and took the poem and sent it into the main hall.
A female school secretary laughed and said: "Miss Kong is too critical. I have read more than ten articles, but only one passed into the hall to circulate to the master. In my opinion, the masters can worry less tonight and just stick to it."
Just have some wine and leave all these poems to my sister to read."
"My grandfather is not young, so as a granddaughter, I naturally have to work hard."
Sitting side by side with her, Chen Biyou, who was wearing a slightly flamboyant dress, flashed her eyes and laughed softly: "Miss Kong is famous all over the world for her poems. She is known as the best in poetry and music with everyone in the Song Dynasty, so her vision is naturally extraordinary."
Kong Wenqin smiled faintly and said: "Miss Biyou, you deserve the award. The most important thing about poetry is that it is implicit and has endless meaning. If it is just for the sake of winning or losing, it will already fall behind."
She pointed to the poem in her hand: "The whole article uses difficult vocabulary and is very different from Mr. Changli's statement that 'the text is simple but the meaning is thin, and the words are close and the purpose is far away'. My grandfather always advocated writing poems like articles, which should be sparse and clear.
, simple and galloping..."
"Sister Wenqin, what you said is so good!" Meng Ruxin said with a smile.
Biyou's face was slightly condensed. She was born in a wealthy businessman's family in Shenjing and was famous for her talent in poetry. In this poetry meeting, she was selected as one of the six school editors. Seeing the famous Kong Wenqin, she still felt a little bit competitive.
In my heart, now that I heard Kong Wenqin's words, I realized that she was well-deserved for her reputation as a talented woman, so she sat down and said: "I would like to be taught."
Chen Biyou, who eliminated distracting thoughts and focused on reading poetry, gradually entered the state, and soon discovered several good works. After circulating them, everyone nodded in approval.
Among those present, Meng Ruxin is the youngest. At the tender age of 10, she saw that several female school students had recommended their works, but she was the only one who did not. She couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
Meng Ruxin's Meng family comes from the sub-sage Mencius. Her branch is after the great poet Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty. Descendants of the Meng family were awarded doctorates to worship Mencius. The Meng family is in Zouxian, so naturally they have many contacts with the Confucius family in Qufu next door.
, Meng Ruxin has been with Kong Wenqin since she was a child. To her, the latter is like an eldest sister.
After flipping through the pages, Meng Ruxin saw a completely blank piece of paper, and her expression became even worse.
[Which family is this person from? He actually handed in a blank paper? Damn it! He doesn’t even have a signature!]
After uncovering the white paper, Meng Ruxin suddenly said "Hey", followed by a burst of joy.
"Sister Wenqin, look!"
Seeing the expectant expression on Meng Ruxin's face, Kong Wenqin cast an apologetic smile towards Chen Biyou and the others and sighed inwardly: He had already rejected the poems and essays recommended by Meng Ruxin three times before.
, it is also a blow to the little girl’s self-esteem and confidence.
[Forget it, as long as it’s not too bad...]
As soon as he took the poem from Meng Ruxin, Kong Wenqin was slightly shocked by the calligraphy that caught his eye.
It is not the kind of majestic calligraphy with iron-painted silver hooks, nor is it the eccentric style of calligraphy such as Guange style or thin gold style. It seems a bit ordinary at first glance, but the more you look at it, the more charming it becomes.
"Sister Wenqin, does this word make you feel comfortable when you hear it?" Meng Ruxin asked with a naughty smile in her eyes.
Comfortable?
Yes, that’s it!
Kong Wenqin took a long breath and nodded: "It is indeed pleasing to the eye. This kind of calligraphy is something I have never seen in my life."
Hearing this, several other female school students, including Chen Biyou, cast their eyes over curiously.
Once you see it, you can’t take your eyes away.
"This word... does have a special meaning!" Even Chen Biyou had to admit.
Meng Ruxin coughed slightly, pretending to be an adult and said: "Sisters, shouldn't it be that what we should comment on is not the poem itself?"
Kong Wenqin laughed and scolded, then turned to look at the poem on the paper, but when he saw the poem above, he said:
The lanterns are lit in the Shou Garden, the moon is clear, and the rainbow light shines on the ground into Yao Jing.
A man must establish a plan to return to heaven, and the history of history should be written down forever.
Kong Wenqin's eyes flashed, and he lowered his head and thought for a long time before speaking: "The first two sentences of this poem have a mediocre writing style, but the last two sentences have a soaring aura, which is quite a bit counterintuitive."
The so-called reversal refers to the desperate attempt to catch in the poem, giving the whole poem an ups and downs and integrated artistic effect.
The most famous reverse elegy is undoubtedly the poem written by Zhu Yuanzhang, the founder of the Ming Dynasty, with the title "The Golden Rooster croaks at dawn".
The first two sentences "a cock crows once and pouts once, and a cock crows twice and pouts two times." After hearing this, all the Hanlin scholars couldn't help but laugh sideways, but then they heard Zhu Yuanzhang continue: "Call Fusang Day three times, and sweep away the disabled."
Stars and Dawn Moon."
Such a shocking sentence immediately made everyone stand in awe.
"That's what Miss Kong said." Everyone nodded.
Meng Ruxin said happily: "Then my poem passed?"
Kong Wenqin tapped Meng Ruxin's head with his finger and said amusedly: "Of course it has passed, but who is the author of this poem? I saw that there is no signature?"
"Let me think about it..." Meng Ruxin lowered her head and thought for a moment, then called a boy in and showed the poem, and the boy recognized it immediately.
"Miss, this poem was written by Jia Jieyuan of Rongguo Mansion!"
"Jia Jieyuan?" Meng Ruxin was startled.
Kong Wenqin looked a little surprised: "Who did I know? It turned out to be him!"