"A good poem, indeed a good poem! As I read it to the end, I feel that my whole spirit has risen to a higher level. Especially the last sentence, "Life is like a dream, and a bottle of wine can still make the moon shine over the river." It's really heroic. It's true.
Very bold and bold!" Although the style of Meng Xinghe's writing is different from ordinary ancient poetry, it reads more powerful than poetry. This writing format will definitely be carried forward in the future. The old man secretly praised it, it is really a talented person from this generation. Unexpectedly
A student from a small county school can actually develop his own poetry style and write such majestic and beautiful prose. If this person is trained in the future, he will definitely become a great poet.
The old man didn't know that Meng Xinghe's weird stylistic format was a kind of "lyric writing" that became popular all over the country hundreds of years later. However, hearing the old man's praise, Meng Xinghe's cheek turned red. Dongpo's "Niannujiao"
, Chibi Nostalgia" He was just itchy for a moment, and he just twisted it with his hands. But it was really embarrassing to know that in the eyes of this old man, he had become the original author!
But then again, allowing the old man in front of me to see the articles that have been passed down through the ages in advance may make the Tang culture more glorious.
Whether culture can be spread is a matter for the future. When Meng Xinghe, a pirate, faced the old man's emotion, he said with embarrassment: "Sir, thank you! I think Chinese civilization has been passed down for thousands of years, and there are many masterpieces among them. This student's song "
"Niannujiao" is just an evolution from it, it is not a novelty."
Fortunately, Meng Xinghe had a conscience and did not pass off the fruits from other people's fields as his own. However, his modesty and neither arrogant nor arrogant character made the old man very happy. The old man glanced at the """ on Meng Xinghe's table.
The Book of Songs asked casually: "The Imperial Provincial Examination is about to come, and I see that this school is very deserted. I wonder if my little brother is here to study, or to pass the Provincial Examination?"
"Well! It's hard to say!" Meng Xinghe was indeed a bit hard to say. He originally came here to prepare for the provincial examination, but unexpectedly he started to pirate knowledge. But he couldn't bear to refuse to answer, so he made a sidestep, "
In fact, according to students, the imperial examination is also a kind of knowledge, and it is also a very deep knowledge!"
This kind of answer means that you can't find any reason to say whether it is right or wrong. Unexpectedly, after hearing this, the old man laughed loudly: "Yes! The provincial examination in the imperial court is also a very profound knowledge. Some people spend their whole lives.
, there is no way out. But some people can go to the palace to pay homage to the prime minister in just a short time." At this point, the old man gently stroked his three-inch beautiful beard and stared directly at the "Niannujiao" written in running script in his hand.
, smiled and said, “Brother, I have a cruel favor!
"Sir, please tell me, students should do their best!" Although I don't know who the old man is, but based on Meng Xinghe's sixth perspective, I can tell that the old man has an extraordinary bearing and a very grand manner. He must be the highly respected master in the county school. This kind of person
The issue of private interviews in incognito had happened before at Peking University. At that time, Meng Xinghe complained that he was too unlucky to be the protagonist. You know, the person in incognito was the top position in the Party Central Committee.
That happened a thousand years later, and Meng Xinghe didn't find much meaning in recalling it. The old man heard his words and just said softly: "I just want my little brother to part ways with you, how about you give this couplet to me?"
"So you want the word?" Meng Xinghe secretly smiled and said, "Sir, if you are willing to accept this couplet, the students should present it themselves. There is no such thing as love. It is fate that we meet each other by chance. This couplet should be considered as a token of the students' affection.
"It's very shabby, I hope you don't laugh at me!" Originally, Meng Xinghe wanted to kill the chicken head, burn the yellow paper, and then use his blood to become a grassroots brother, but the old man in front of him was similar to his grandfather, so he was much more humble.
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The old man has also met many knowledgeable people. His only regret is that he has never seen anyone as humble as Meng Xinghe. Naturally, he is very optimistic about him.
While the two were talking, Xiao Wuzi's voice came from outside the school: "Master, it's not good! There is a young man in white with a large group of people in the wing, throwing all your luggage out and preparing to set it on fire!"
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Xiao Wuzi came running out of breath, and it seemed that something serious had happened. Naturally, Meng Xinghe couldn't care less about the old man in front of him, and said with a dumb smile: "Tell the students that I won't accompany you any longer, and I'll take my leave!"
He spoke very briefly, and had already rushed outside the classroom door. Seeing that the fifth child was out of breath, with five red finger prints still faintly visible on his face, and his eyes full of tears, Meng Xinghe couldn't help but feel angry.
Come from here. Who cares about students, their status as students, they have been in society for a long time, so they cursed, "Fuck, whoever dares to bully me, just let me go and see!"
The fifth child has long been accustomed to Meng Xinghe's foul language. Master Meng was not a good student before. He often hung out among flowers, so of course he learned a lot of foul language. After the master and servant met, the young five child immediately blurred out what happened.
Pui said clearly. After hearing this, Meng Xinghe felt like adding oil to the fire. He was not just angry, but angry: "Oh my god! I'm still afraid of them. Xiao Wuzi, let me fuck you, let's go do it."
Kill him!"
Speaking of where he was angry, Meng Xinghe grabbed a wooden stick and rushed towards the wing like he was going into battle to kill the enemy.
His words were heard clearly by the old man in the room, whose expression was a little dumbfounded. This student was quite gentle just now, but why did he become so violent all of a sudden? Did something happen to him? The old man thought about it.
, decided to follow up and see what happened.
After all, Meng Xinghe is not to blame for this. Everyone is fickle, but they are just not inspired. I just learned from Xiaowuzi that the son of the county magistrate’s family brought a large group of servants to occupy Meng Xinghe’s wing.
It was said that Master Cui had arranged this wing for Meng Xinghe when he was recuperating at home. Xiao Wuzi came forward to argue and was slapped. This was already irritating. What was even more irritating was that the county magistrate’s son-in-law
My father was the county magistrate, and he actually threw all the belongings in Meng Xinghe's room outside the wing and was about to burn it?
Others are ready to kick you on the head, but the only one who can bear it is not a man. Meng Xinghe roared like a mad tiger and rushed to his room. The thick wooden stick in his hand seemed to be able to kill the young master of Taiye County at any time.
The brain blossoms.
In this day and age, killing someone is nothing. If you run away to Africa, who can catch you?
Only Meng Xinghe could think of the idea of escaping to Africa. The county school was not too far from the resting room, and Meng Xinghe quickly came over to kill him.
When he came to his private room, the scene in front of him made him change from pure anger to pure desire to kill.
The clothes scattered on the floor were scattered all over the floor, and the books that usually lined the boxes were also scattered on the floor. A man who looked like a servant was holding a kindling and throwing it on the pile of clothes on the floor.
"Damn it! If you dare to burn my things, you are seeking death!" Meng Xinghe rushed over and gave the servant a club full of sticks, knocking him to the ground on the spot. This posture immediately frightened the other accomplices, and they looked like they were gnashing their teeth.
In this way, Meng Xinghe cannot be swallowed into his stomach.
"Listen to me, whoever dares to touch any plant or tree here today will be punished by the dogs on the ground." Meng Xinghe put his foot on the chest of the servant who was knocked over by him, and his tone was quite domineering.
Fighting is a common occurrence for people in the 21st century. Some middle school students even draw knives when fighting. What does this mean? Times are progressing, and ideas are becoming more explosive!
The words were quite strong, and every word was inviolable. The servants who were arrogant just now immediately became very shrinking after these words were exchanged. They did not expect that there were such explosive elements in the county school, so naturally they did not dare to act rashly, because they were afraid.
I ate the sticks first.
This is the best. Meng Xinghe walked to his wing in a swaggering manner, and ordered the fifth son to pick up the things on the ground, and follow him into the wing to meet the young master of the county magistrate's family.
Before the two masters and servants entered the house, they heard a few hearty laughs coming from the side room. Then a scholar with a thin gold folding fan, a white jade crown on his head, and a white satin dress slowly walked out.
He walked out of the side room and said with a smile: "Meng Hualiu, I am here today to drive you away. Don't be so shameless and disrespectful, pick up your things immediately and get out of here!"
What is arrogance? This is arrogance. The most powerful speaker in Taoyuan County is not Taoyuan County Magistrate Ma Shouyi, but his son Ma Wencai.
Wencai, Wencai, as the name suggests, is very talented! In Taoyuan County School, Ma Wencai has always been the target of his master's training. Not only does he have a father who is a county magistrate, but he also has an uncle who is in charge of academic affairs in the province. This year
In the imperial examination, if nothing goes wrong, Ma Wencai will enter the final tribute examination. Anyway, the candidate is determined. Even if he is promoted to an official in the future, he will be one level higher than the county magistrate, so he will naturally speak in a much louder tone.