Chapter 26 "Tianwenjian" (please collect, vote, and continue to read)
Song Mu was walking on the way to the county school. At this moment, he felt that the conversation he had just had with Li Moer seemed extremely strange.
But it also revealed a lot of helplessness.
He is a member of the Li family's poetry sect, has a Jinshi degree, and is a Qing Tianwei. No matter which one falls on him, it will be a huge pressure.
Faced with any request, perhaps a disguised order, I have no choice but to accept it, and there is no way I can refuse.
It's just that the other party is now living in her own home, so this matter must not be spread out, whether it is for her mission or for her own reputation.
But speaking of it, even if she is so old, what can she do at such a young age?
A little girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, with a flat figure...
Song Mu made a joke in his heart, but then he thought about the other party's behavior in a strange environment that day.
Song Mu was even more confused as to what Li Mo'er was thinking about finding him.
Arriving at the county school, Song Mu had just sat in his seat and opened his book bag, when Kong Zong and several other students next to him came over.
"Song Mu, have you gone to Chenghuang Temple Street today?"
A child student couldn't wait to ask Song Mu. Song Mu looked at his excited face and nodded immediately.
"Ah, then you saw the demons making trouble there?" When the boy nodded when he saw Song Mu, he became even more excited and asked quickly.
"Then do you know who caused the chaos? I heard that several people died at the temple fair on Chenghuang Temple Street today. The Master was personally present at the scene. The County Magistrate just returned from an inspection and said that he would investigate the matter thoroughly."
Several people started talking at random, and Kong Zong spoke beside Song Mu.
"Brother Song, I heard today that Master Jiaoyu used a new Qingming poem to quell all the chaos in the field. Do you know what that poem is?"
When Kong Zong said this, other people pricked up their ears and listened, and those who had good intentions even asked directly.
"Brother Kong, what poem did the Master use to teach you? Please tell me and listen to it."
Song Mu felt a little relieved after hearing this, and he even wiped his nose embarrassedly.
In order to control the chaos today, Ouyang Hong used no less than three Qingming poems at that time. Most of them were poems written by Wang Wei, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, but one of them was the "Practice Gatha" written by Song Mu last time.
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"The body is like a bodhi tree, and the mind is like a mirror. It should be brushed diligently at all times to prevent it from causing dust."
"What a poem. It's very Zen when you read it, and it also has a positive meaning."
Several children were talking to each other like this, and all of them had impressive expressions on their faces, and they all had a look of admiration.
After all, this poem is indeed very literary when read, and it makes people feel a sense of emotion unconsciously.
What's more, what makes them talk about it even more is that when Ouyang Hong wrote this poem, there was no original style, which means that the author of this poem is someone else, but such a good Qingming poem is not
I haven't seen it anywhere else, it seems to appear out of thin air.
Several people were chattering away, and someone glanced at Song Mu and asked.,
"Brother Song, what do you think about this matter?"
Song Mu smiled and said as if nothing had happened: "This is naturally a good thing. Having one more useful Qingming poem will provide us with another means in the future, right?"
Everyone nodded, accepting this statement very much.
But at this time, Kong Zong looked at Song Mu and said.
"Brother Song, this poem has never appeared before, but Mr. Ouyang has never used it before. Don't you think this is a bit strange?"
Song Mu grinned and said nothing. He wrote the poem by himself. How could he not know the reason for it?
Kong Zong said with shining eyes: "This shows that this poem may have been written by a certain literati in our Jizhou Prefecture. Maybe that person is also in our Shiyang County!"
Kong Zong said this, and the others immediately slapped their thighs. At that moment, some people looked at Song Mu and smiled without saying a word.
Kong Zong also looked at Song Mu with a smile.
Song Mu touched his nose with some hesitation on his face and was about to explain the situation.
"this……"
At this moment, a child rushed into the school holding two books high and shouted excitedly.
"Everyone, the latest issue of Tianwen Magazine has arrived! Come and take a look!"
When everyone heard what the Tong Sheng said, they immediately dropped the topic at hand and immediately rushed towards the Tong Sheng.
At the beginning of the establishment of the Wen Dynasty, in order to highlight the style of the literati and better spread the cultural context, Taizu specially established the Tianwen Magazine, a monthly publication that published world events, imperial capital affairs, literati poems and folk anecdotes.
This literary journal is edited by a scholar with a bachelor's degree, three Hanlin scholars serve as editors, and seven Jinshi scholars write articles. The articles produced are of great literary talent. If readers can understand the articles and poems in it, they can enrich their own literary talent.
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As a result, literati from all over the world flocked to it, and almost all journals needed to be reprinted. In order to ensure that "Tian Wen Ji" could be known all over the world, the journals also used 800 miles of expedited delivery, ensuring that every county every month
Ten copies of the latest Tianwen Magazine arrived, and Shiyang County School naturally received two copies.
As a result, the classroom suddenly formed two parts, and every child rushed to see what was going on.
Song Mu resisted the idea of squeezing in. When they had finished reading, they would naturally pass it on to him.
And soon some children who read literature and periodicals began to read the contents of literature and periodicals.
"By the end of June, the war in the three northwest states had calmed down. Du Feiying, the general of the Western Conquest, killed seven demon kings in a row on the Xijin Plain, shocking the world with his fierce reputation!"
"His Majesty has recently issued an edict to renovate the East Palace Hall to celebrate His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's tenth birthday at the end of the year."
"The literati of Yanzhou held a literary meeting to pray for rain in early July, Yanzhou Jieyuan wrote a poem about the Seven Battles of Talents, and the rain fell from the sky..."
"There are traces of demons in Zhongzhou, and Qingtian Wei said that this matter is related to the destruction of many cultural families in Qingzhou..."
The boy thought so and glanced at Song Mu, while the impatient boy next to him kept urging him.
"Brother Shao Le, what's behind, where are the literati's articles and poems?"
"Yes, our Shiyang County will definitely be on the list this time. Let's take a look."
The boy Shao Le was tall and tall. Seeing his classmates urging him, he nodded with a smile and started to turn over.
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, it's coming, let me take a look."
"Sure enough, everyone! "Gift to Brother Kong Zong and County School Students on July 5th"!"
Shao Le turned to the middle of the literature magazine and immediately raised the magazine in his hand happily. This poem about talents and talents was in the first chapter of the poetry section. Everyone looked excited, and Shao Le immediately read the comments below.
"The writing style is domineering but not arrogant, the artistic conception is positive and heroic, the talents are high, and the fighting is all about ambition. The poems written by the descendants of the Song family not only inspire others, but also encourage themselves. The world will not suffer from Li Du
, but everyone in the world should learn from Li Du, and if you can break the shackles, you will be a scholar with a good character, good! good! good!"
When Shao Le read this comment, he felt a surge of emotion in his chest. When he looked at the signature, he fell into ecstasy.
"This is a comment written by Grand Scholar Yan Fu himself!"
"What? The Grand Maester praised our poem?!"
Some children exclaimed when they heard it, and their expressions suddenly became ecstatic.
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