Everyone concentrated on the idea and splashed ink. For a while, the fragrance of ink overwhelmed the fragrance of vegetables.
From time to time someone wrote a poem, from time to time someone passed the poem on to everyone, and from time to time a poem was passed to the table at the front. Those present were all talented candidates, the best in the imperial examination, and their poems were also good, so from time to time
There are two or three excellent works that have been recognized by the big guys.
"bamboo"
There are old and green bamboos in front of the steps, but they are happy to grow thousands of poles all year round.
The most important thing is to keep an open mind and stay strong. After a long time of wind and rain, you don’t know the cold.
Guo Ziyu's "Bamboo" poem was also passed on, and was affirmed by the boss at the head table, which made him feel a little complacent. Looking around, he saw that Zhu Ping'an, the last table member, still hadn't written a word. He couldn't help but feel that this was a God-given opportunity.
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So, Guo Ziyu, like other people who went around the table to communicate, picked up a glass of wine and slowly came to Zhu Ping'an's table. He chatted with the people at the bottom, exchanged poems, and drank a glass together.
Then, Guo Ziyu seemed to suddenly find an empty piece of white paper in front of Zhu Ping'an, and he said in affected surprise:
"Brother Zhu Xian has a reputation for being talented, but why hasn't he started writing yet?"
Guo Ziyu's surprise attracted the people at the nearby tables. Everyone had written poems. Although not all of them were approved by the boss, they were not bad. At this moment, I heard that some people had not written it yet, and I couldn't help but be curious.
turned around to look.
The last seat at the bottom, a young genius comparable to Mr. Yang Ge
But at this moment, there is no word written. Is it to attract everyone's attention? Or is it just a false name?
Then everyone can't help but have some ideas of their own.
"Brother Zhu Xian comes from a mountain village. There are a lot of pines, bamboos and plums on the mountains, but he usually writes too many good poems and gets dazzled by them?"
Guo Ziyu pretended to speak for Zhu Pingan again, and inadvertently revealed the details of Zhu Pingan's background in the mountain village.
Then everyone looked at Zhu Pingan with slightly strange eyes. Of course, some people heard that Zhu Pingan came from a poor family, and they appreciated him a little more, but they were not the mainstream.
The concept of family status in ancient times is still very deep-rooted. Ancient culture places great emphasis on inheritance, and ancient official circles attach great importance to family status. This is also a fact. Prominent officials and scholarly families from generation to generation have celebrities emerging from generation to generation. But common people with low status want to
It is more difficult to join the upper class of society than a carp jumping over a dragon's gate, and there are very few celebrities. This cruel reality cannot help but make people attach great importance to family status.
So when everyone knew that Zhu Ping'an came from a poor family, apart from some admiration, most of them were still surprised. How much development can a boy from a poor family have without connections and money?
He didn't write a single word at this moment. Thinking that he was the last one to pass the examination this time, everyone had to be a little suspicious. During the provincial examination, tens of thousands of students rushed to the examination room. How many students from scholarly families were taught writing by their elders since they were young?
, the cold and summer are not gone, in addition to eating and drinking, he is studying. He can be said to be a vocational candidate, and the educational environment is good. He can stand out from a bunch of professional candidates from a poor family. For this young genius, luck should be one of the important factors.
Factor.
Zhu Pingan looked at Guo Ziyu standing next to him, and looked at his provocative and slightly contemptuous face.
I don’t know why there are always people who dislike me?
Jealous?
Normally, I would just laugh it off. But now, looking at their painstaking words and sentences, and thinking about how many yesterday's scenes there were in the entire Ming Dynasty, I felt a sense of depression in my heart that was difficult to vent.
Suddenly I felt the urge to slap him in the face.
I'm sorry. Who asked you to come here in a hurry? It just so happens that you can't vent some of your emotions.
When it comes to writing poetry, I really have never been afraid of anyone. After all, so many poems and songs from the late Ming Dynasty to the Qing Dynasty to modern times are all "my" in a sense.
"Among the new candidates, Ping'an is the most unworthy. All of you are ahead of me. Ping'an is ashamed of himself." Zhu Ping'an slightly raised the corners of his lips and cupped his hands towards Guo Ziyu.
You are pretty good at changing the subject. But I finally got this opportunity, how could I let you succeed? Guo Ziyu thought in his heart.
"Brother Zhu Xian, please don't be humble. If you say you are ashamed of yourself even if you win the national examination at the age of thirteen, we will find a crooked tree and hang ourselves from the southeast branch." Guo Ziyu stretched out his hand and nodded to everyone and himself, shaking his head and laughing.
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"That's right." Guo Ziyu's words caused the good people to agree.
"Brother Zhu Xian, don't refuse. There are many pines and bamboos in the mountains. Brother Zhu Xian will surely have some good verses. If you have too many good poems in your heart and it's hard to choose, why not write them down and let me help you choose them." Guo Ziyu urged again,
His eyes were full of teasing.
This time, Zhu Pingan was not only asked to write one song, but Zhu Pingan was asked to write at least several poems.
Under the leadership of Guo Ziyu, there were more people doing good things and there were more boos.
Zhu Ping'an looked at Guo Ziyu and cursed: You really thought I couldn't write. I can write dozens of poems about bamboo, pine and plum in every minute. Do you believe it?
It's what you want.
Under Guo Ziyu's repeated urging, Zhu Ping'an took out a pen and paper and wrote amidst the roar of the crowd:
"bamboo"
Don't let go of the green mountains; your roots are still in the broken rocks;
It has endured countless blows but is still strong, no matter how strong the wind is from east to west or from north to south.
As soon as this poem was written, Guo Ziyu, who had screamed the loudest just now, was speechless. This poem seemed to be specially slapped on his face, but the way it was slapped was so handsome!
Standing tall and breaking through the rocks, it seems that he is responding to himself by saying that he comes from a poor family in a mountain village.
After countless hardships, no matter how wind blows from east to west, north or south, you are almost mirroring yourself!
However, this is just my own understanding, because no matter who reads this poem, it is full of tenacity and strong character.
"Okay, little Zhu Xiandi is really a blockbuster if he doesn't sing." A Juren at the same table was full of praise for Zhu Pingan's "Bamboo" and was amazed.
Clinging to the green hills and never letting go, the bamboo roots are rooted in the broken rocks. They have endured countless hardships and still remain strong, no matter where the wind blows from.
This kind of artistic conception makes people feel full of power just thinking about it!
"This poem has a very strong character, comparable to Yu Gong's "Ode of Lime"!"
There are many talented people around. After reading this poem by Zhu Pingan, they highly praised it. As for Cao Jieyuan's "Bamboo" just now, it pales in comparison.
Listening to the praise of the people around him, Guo Ziyu felt his face heat up, but at this moment he was riding a tiger and couldn't get off. He couldn't help but flinch, so he had to praise him and urged him again.
"Wonderful, indescribably wonderful. This one is so breathtaking. Then the other poems that Zhu Xiandi was so hard to choose were even more wonderful. Let's enjoy them all. Zhu Xiandi, don't be stingy. The best poems should be kept by yourself."
I admit that this song of yours is awesome, but I don’t believe you can do anything comparable to this one! Guo Ziyu thought to himself.
Zhu Ping'an glanced at Guo Ziyu and started writing again.
If you don’t believe it, then I’m sorry to disappoint you. Why are you so unhappy when you come here in such a hurry?
"bamboo"
Listening to the rustling bamboos in the shabby room, I suspected that it was the sound of the neighbors suffering from illness.
These little ones are like descendants, and each branch and leaf is always related to love.
After I wrote this song, everyone around me was speechless and full of respect for the young man sitting at the bottom of the table.
This poem swept away the tendency of everyone here to praise bamboo and praise it. It took a different approach. No, it can be said that it was written out of emotion.
It has directly reached a new level!
From bamboo to love, you have risen to the realm of worrying about the world before you!
The previous poem can be said to be the best in terms of bamboo chanting, but this one has risen to the level of people's livelihood sufferings. Everyone will say it before worrying about the world, but what to do? Among all the bamboo chanting poems,
, this poem is groundbreaking.
"With these two poems, I would also be in a dilemma."
Some people sighed.
Guo Ziyu was stunned at this time and was stunned on the spot! His face was red and his ears were hot! How could he really write it! (To be continued)