Since "Compassion for the Farmers" was spread to Guangyuan County, it has been praised and sought after by many scholars.
Many schools teach this poem to children as an enlightenment poem.
Everyone knows that the author of this poem is a Jinchuan native named Jin Feng, but no one has ever seen him.
Dakang's literary style prevailed, and everyone's admiration for poets and poets was very enthusiastic. When they learned that Jin Feng had come to Chunfeng Tower, the literati present suddenly went crazy.
It's like some fans in the past life suddenly found out that the idol they had always admired was staying in the same hotel as them.
Especially those scholars who participated in the Tang Xiaobei Tea Party with Jin Feng, their backs straightened immediately.
"I didn't pay attention at first, but when Brother Zhou said this, it seemed that he was really the one at noon on the hoeing day!"
"Haha, I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to have tea with the great talent of Jin."
"Stop being so arrogant, tell me quickly, what does Mr. Jin look like?"
"Of course he is graceful and graceful, like a jade tree facing the wind."
"real or fake?"
"Of course it's true. Miss Xiaobei left him alone to talk. I just saw them going to the backyard."
"Then we should go to the pavilion, go and have a look!"
"Let's go together!"
The young men flocked to the backyard in droves.
"Look, that's Miss Xiaobei. The one next to him should be Mr. Jin, right?"
Anyone with sharp eyes could see the two people in the pavilion from a distance.
"It's them." Immediately, a young man who had participated in the tea party came out to confirm.
"Mr. Zhou, you and Mr. Jin had tea together, would you like to introduce us to each other?"
A young master encouraged me.
"Well..." Mr. Zhou was just talking about it. In fact, he and Jin Feng didn't even say a word. He scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Mr. Jin and Miss Xiaobei are talking. It's not appropriate for us to interrupt them rashly."
"It's a little inappropriate."
The other young masters nodded.
A group of people randomly found a place to sit down at the pavilion intersection, chatting and waiting. As they chatted, they came to the words Jin Feng wrote today.
"Do you feel that Mr. Jin's poem today is not as good as the previous poem "Compassion for the Peasants"."
"I think so too. "Compassion for the Farmers" profoundly reflects the hard work of farmers. It makes people cry when reading it. Today's song "Shengchazi" is too rouge-y."
"What do you know? Writing poetry and lyrics depends on the scene. For today's occasion, it would not be appropriate for Mr. Jin to write a song like "Compassion for the Peasants."
"Having said that, this poem is still a bit too petty, and it sounds like it's just trying to please Miss Xiaobei."
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It is said that it is difficult to agree with others, not to mention that this song "Sheng Cha Zi" was just randomly produced by Jin Feng to coordinate with Tang Xiaobei. It can only be regarded as average. Some people like it, and naturally some people don't like it.
But Tie Shui, who was lying behind the willow tree to cool off, heard the young master saying that Jin Feng was a small family, and immediately became unhappy. He jumped out and asked, "Who are you saying is a small family?"
The young masters never noticed that there was someone behind the tree, and they were all frightened by the hammer.
Recognizing Tie Zhui as one of Jin Feng's followers, the young men who had participated in the tea party were all a little embarrassed as if they had been caught gossiping behind someone's back.
"You misunderstood, we were just discussing poetry."
Mr. Zhou was the first to react and explained with a forced smile.
"Yes, we are discussing poetry."
The other young masters quickly agreed.
"Our husband has written many poems, but today's poem is just the worst."
Tie Chui felt that Jin Feng had been underestimated, and his first thought was to help Jin Feng clear his name.
"What other poems did Mr. Jin write?"
Mr. Zhou asked quickly.
"That's a lot. I even made a song while drinking yesterday."
Tie Shui took out a piece of paper and threw it to Mr. Zhou: "Didn't you say that Mr.'s poems are petty? Take them to see what grandeur means!"
After listening to "Jianjinjiu" yesterday, Iron Hammer felt that it was very interesting, so he asked a literate female soldier to write it down, and planned to take it back and have someone teach her son to memorize it.
This is exactly where it comes in use now.
"Let me see!"
All the young masters gathered around Mr. Zhou.
"If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return..."
As Mr. Zhou recited, all the young masters were dumbfounded.
After a while, they came back to their senses.
"If you are proud in life, you must have all the joy. Don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon. If you are proud in life, you must have all the joy. You will come back after all the gold is gone! What a heroic sentence!"
"In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, and only the drinkers left their names. No wonder Mr. Jin, a great talent, was willing to live in the mountains. It turned out that he had already seen through the world!"
"We ordinary people, occasionally write one or two witty words, wishing that the whole world would know about it, but Mr. Jin is unknown. If it were not for this big brother, I am afraid that no one in the world would know that Mr. Jin has such a shocking work. This
This is the style of a hermit."
"This poem can be called a model of heroism. I just said that Mr. Jin's poems are too petty. I'm really embarrassed!"
All the young masters were stunned by "Jianjinjiu", and the title of Jin Feng was changed from young master to sir.
Even his attitude toward Iron Hammer became more and more friendly.
Mr. Zhou took a jug of wine from the servant who was following him, took the hammer and sat down at the intersection of the pavilion.
He personally poured a bowl of wine for Iron Hammer and asked: "Brother, does Mr. Jin have any other masterpieces?"
"Sir, he has written too many poems. I am a rough man. Apart from the one last night, I only remember two short ones." Tie Zhui scratched his head and replied.
"There are two more songs?" Mr. Zhou's eyes lit up: "Please give me some advice from this big brother, so that I can open my eyes."
From Tie Chui's point of view, since he wanted to help Jin Feng clear his name, the more good poems the better. He said, "Actually, there are two poems by Mr. "Compassion for the Peasants," but there is one that I haven't told anyone about."
"There are actually two songs in "Compassion for the Farmers"?"
Mr. Zhou was startled and asked: "What is the second song?"
“One grain of millet is planted in spring, and ten thousand grains are harvested in autumn. There is no idle land in the world, and farmers still starve to death!”
Iron Hammer read loudly.
"Oh My God!"
After listening to this, all the young masters took a deep breath and understood why Jin Feng stopped publicizing the second song.
The song at noon on the hoeing day describes the difficulty of farming from a farmer's perspective and advises everyone to cherish food. No matter from every aspect, it is very positive and no one can find fault with it.
But this one is different.
There is no idle land everywhere, and farmers are still starving to death!
What he said was true, but this was simply a slap in the face of the imperial court.
Although the literary style of Dakang is prosperous and there has never been any precedent of literary inquisition, the young masters are still frightened when they hear it.
"Brother, you just said that you remember two songs. Is there another one? Is it also about farmers?"
Mr. Zhou came back to his senses and asked further.
"There is also a poem about silkworm women that my husband was inspired by after he went to the county government and saw village women selling silk."
Tie Zhui thought for a moment and said: "I entered the city yesterday and came back with tears in my face and clothes all over my body. I am not a sericulture person."
"Crazy, crazy, another song that criticizes reality!"
"Have the courage to speak out for the people of the world. Mr. Jin is a role model for our generation of scholars!"
"No wonder sir came to Chunfeng Tower wearing coarse clothes, that's how it is!"
"Starting from tomorrow, I will never wear silk again!"
A group of young men were all impressed by the three poems Tie Zhui read.