This poem "Jin Se" is the representative work of the poet Li Shangyin. For thousands of years, its gorgeous artistic conception and hazy feeling have been talked about by many famous writers. It can be said that the poem "Jin Se" is the most dazzling poem in the later period of poetry.
A pearl.
Therefore, it is not an exaggeration for Zhang Wenshan to describe this poem as a highly praised poem that brings a perfect conclusion to Tang poetry.
Many students present had different expressions on their faces. Some were deeply intoxicated, while others were confused. They did not understand where the ethereal artistic conception in the poem came from. What did it mean?
Zhang Wenshan, holding rice paper in his hand, was still savoring this poem. It was as if he was savoring the finest fragrant tea that he had never seen before.
Finally, he shook his head with a depressed smile and carefully handed the rice paper to the examiner beside him, telling him to keep it carefully. Zhang Wenshan turned his head and took a look with a smile, still looking calm.
Lu Heng made an action that made everyone present look at him.
After Zhang Wenshan handed the work to the examiner, he took a step back. He bowed his hands and saluted Lu Heng: "Even if it is a random sentence in this poem, Yong Zheng is much better than me!"
Lu Heng smiled helplessly and had no choice but to stand up and bow to Zhang Wenshan with both hands.
"Mr. Zhang, hey, why bother?" Lu Heng said to him with a wry smile.
I thought it would be enough to win against Huang Han, but I never thought that the old man Zhang Wenshan would have such a big mood swing.
But Zhang Wenshan stubbornly shook his head and still insisted on finishing the salute. After that, he straightened up, looked at Lu Heng with emotion and said: "Yong Zheng, there is no need to refuse, you can bear this gift from me. I thought that before I was alive,
I can't see the once glorious Tang Dynasty poetry. Today, your beautiful poem has finally made up for my regret. Haha, you can afford it!"
Seeing Lu Heng looking at him dumbfounded, Zhang Wenshan smiled freely, stroked his beard and said with a smile: It is true that talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and the new generation is better than the old ones."
Many students looked at Lu Heng in shock, their hearts churning like turbulent waves.
I believe every student present knows who Zhang Wenshan is. He is the most talented person in the Zhou Dynasty. He once created the miracle of winning three yuan in the imperial examination and is famous all over the world.
Now he actually salutes a scholar and frankly admits that this scholar named Lu Heng is much better than him. This, this is simply unbelievable.
On the stage, Prince Ning, who was holding a wine glass in high spirits, looked at the student who was attracting the attention of the audience, stroking his gray beard and laughing.
"Haha, no matter how the Tokyo students perform, the focus of this year's Qinhuai Poetry Fair is destined to be Lu Yongzheng, who is like a star emerging from the sky!" Prince Ning raised his head, drank the wine in one gulp, and laughed loudly.
Seeing more and more people around him, Lu Heng also felt a little headache.
He passed through the crowd and saw that Huang Han, who was sitting at the opposite table, had left sadly. He sighed in his heart, haha, since we know it is a chess game, why bother to be someone else's chess piece.
At this time, the sound of firecrackers as the Qinhuai Poetry Festival came to an end was heard outside the cabin. Fireworks rising one after another bloomed into gorgeous flowers in the night sky.
Under the willow trees by the river and in the flower boats in the river, countless people looked up to watch the gorgeous fireworks in the sky, feeling the atmosphere of this annual Jiangning event wholeheartedly.
In the cabin, the poetry meeting has ended.
Although Mr. Wenshan and Prince Ning did not announce who was the best this year, the hearts of those present were very open.
Lu Heng, Lu Yongzheng. Haha, no matter how low-key this person was before, after tonight, he will definitely become the most talked about figure in Jiangning's literary world.
At this time, the talented people also put aside their worries, holding wine glasses and meeting friends through writing. In the cabin, talented people who had never met before could be seen everywhere, gathering together and drinking happily.
Lu Heng and Prince Zhang Wenshan were sitting together drinking tea, and the three of them were enjoying themselves very much.
Of course, at the beginning, Lu Heng laughed and scolded Prince Ning, "You old man is unloyal and unfaithful. However, Prince Ning who came out of the battle formation is not easy to deal with."
The old man was shameless and had a smile on his face as if he had succeeded in his conspiracy. It seemed that Lu Heng had no idea what to do.
The topic the three of them talked about actually revolved around Lu Heng's Jinse.
Prince Ning held the wine glass, raised his chin and pointed at Lu Heng, and then said to Zhang Wenshan with a smile: "After tonight, Wenshan, your title as the number one talent will probably change hands, haha!"
Zhang Wenshan drank a little too much, and the old man's face was red and cute.
He burped from wine, glanced at Lu Heng with drunken eyes, and said with a mouth full of alcohol: "I'm willing to do it, huh, unlike Mr. Ning Yuan, you can't even give in if you want!"
"Haha!" Prince Ning must have thought nothing of it and raised his head and laughed.
When the sound of firecrackers outside became sparse and there were not many people left in the cabin, Lu Heng said goodbye to Prince Ning and Zhang Wenshan, got up and prepared to go back with Liu Qingqing.
After walking out of the cabin, Lu Heng met Su Zhengwen who seemed to have been waiting for a while.
At this time, Su Zhengwen's face was ashen, and his eyes were sinister as never before.
He glanced at Lu Heng insidiously, and then looked at the unparalleled Liu Qingqing next to Lu Heng with a lewd smile, and said with a ferocious smile: "Lu Heng, although you are a bit talented, you are still a scholar, and you can't rise to the level of a commoner."
, I want to take a look. How can you fight with the Liu and Fu family of my Su family?"
He pointed at Liu Qingqing beside Lu Heng, who was glaring at him, and said with a disapproving smile: "I'm going to settle on this woman!"
After that, Su Zhengwen flicked his sleeves and walked off the bow with the bloated Liu Fu.
"Haha, okay, then... I'll wait and see Mr. Su's clever move!" Lu Heng stood on the bow of the boat, with his hands behind his back, looking at Su Zhengwen's leaving figure, and replied with a smile.
The night wind blew by, and the scholar's clothes moved with the wind. Under the bright moonlight, the Qinhuai River shimmered with light. On the slightly turbulent bow, the image of the scholar standing proudly with his hands behind his back was particularly clear.
It is the third day of the fifth lunar month in the fourth year of the Qingyuan period of the Great Zhou Dynasty. In two days, it will be the Dragon Boat Festival. Vendors pushing wheelbarrows and buying rice dumplings can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys.
At this time, some time had passed since the Qinhuai Poetry Fair. However, those things at the Poetry Fair were still talked about. Especially the poem written by the unknown scholar at an unprecedented speed.
, spread throughout Jiangning City.
Now, storytellers on the streets and in teahouses spread the legend about Lu Heng's writing of Jin Se. Some people said that when the scholar was writing Jin Se, a shooting star happened to pass by in the sky. The scholar was very excited.
It is possible that Wen Quxing was possessed by Wenquxing in an instant. Some say that this scholar was originally the illegitimate son of a certain minister in the court. No one knows how far the matter will be spread in the end.
In the brothels, the singing of the Jinse poem is in a state of craziness. All the people who go to steal incense and jade, whether they are pretending to be elegant or really talented, will usually listen to this Jinse poem.
. Later, when he came out of the brothel, he waved his folding fan and boasted to the people around him with a look of gain, realizing that he understood the deeper meaning of Jinse.
Lu Heng didn't pay much attention to these things. But now he was a little upset by one thing.
After the Qinhuai Poetry Society, Liu Qingqing's mental state was not very good.
Two days ago, Liu Qingqing fell ill. When she went out in the morning, she almost fainted. At that time, luckily Lu Heng was doing radio gymnastics in the yard. He happened to meet her and rushed over to take her into his arms.
middle.
The famous doctor specially invited by the Wang family, after seeing Liu Qingqing's condition, just left two words: "Heart disease!" and then left.
Outside the room, Lu Heng was boiling medicine. While walking through the door, he looked at Liu Qingqing who was not sure whether she was awake or asleep on the bed.
Looking at her somewhat disheveled hair and haggard face, I sighed slightly in my heart.
These days, the rumors about the Lu family's uncle and sister-in-law's infidelity have become even more serious among the neighbors. Instigated by others, a vicious incident almost occurred that impacted the Lu family. Although, in the end, the incident disappeared inexplicably.
There was no trace, but the blow to the person involved, Liu Qingqing, was huge.
In this era, although the etiquette and laws were not as strict as those in the Song and Ming Dynasties, the love between uncle and sister-in-law was still an absolute taboo. And some thoughtful people took advantage of this and took advantage of ignorant people to stir up the situation.
Speaking of those people who were exploited and incited, Lu Heng felt really funny.
Watching the excitement and seeing the accomplices killing people, these people are really, oh, really ignorant.
As for the driving force behind the scenes, Lu Heng stopped fanning the fan for a moment and stared at the flames in the furnace with an indifferent gaze.
Around you, the fragrance of medicine floats.
"so be it!"
Lu Heng seemed to have spent a heavy price to convince himself, and the indifferent smile on his face became more and more prosperous.
In May, it is the plum rain season in Jiangnan.
These days, the sky has been cloudy. From the first to the fourth day of the lunar month, it has been raining. Although it occasionally clears up, the sky is soon covered with clouds again.
When it rains, there are fewer pedestrians on the street. Raindrops, as fine as spider silk, drip from the sky. They are laid on the bluestone path beside the Qinhuai River, hitting the thoughts that have been formed over time.
In the small puddle, small water splashes splashed.
The Qinhuai River in the rain was also covered by rain and fog, and its true appearance was obscured. By the river, the rows of weeping willows stood quietly, motionless. The raindrops hit the trees and leaves, making a rustling sound.
On a rainy day, the bluestone road by the river.
Lu Heng held a bag of medicine in his hand and walked quietly in the rain and mist. Next to him, Li Er, a servant of the palace, held up an umbrella to protect the scholar from the raindrops.
After walking a few steps, Lu Heng stopped. He put away the long front hem. After flicking off the water stains on it, he gently put it down.
Facing the hazy Qinhuai River in the mist and rain, after looking at it for a long time, Lu Heng turned his head and looked at Li Er, who was shivering from the cold beside him. He smiled and said, "Li Er, are you cold?"
Li Er smiled honestly, shook his head and said, "It's not cold!"
Lu Heng shook the picture with a smile. He looked at the vast Qinhuai River, took a deep breath, turned his head, and stared at Li Er with burning eyes: "Li Er, you... still remember those days ago?