The bright moon rises, and from a distance it looks like a round fan without a handle.
Mrs. Fan and several maids walked forward carrying lanterns. Under the night wind, the fragrance floated on the left and right sides of the path, and the shadows of flowers swayed. Mrs. Fan came to the boudoir of Seventeenth Mother and signaled the maids waiting on her left and right to be silent. She walked in
In the boudoir, I saw the Seventeenth Lady sitting sideways on the floor, letting her skirt fall to the floor, looking at the moonlight crazily.
Fan shook her head and then entered with a smile on her face.
“Sister-in-law!” Shi Qi sat up when she saw Fan.
Fan Shi smiled and said, "I know you don't have much food to eat, so I came to see you. Are you feeling unwell?"
Seventeen shook his head and said: "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired."
Mrs. Fan first looked at Shi Qi’s face, but when she saw that she had used red paste to decorate a lotus flower on her forehead today, she couldn’t help but smile and asked, “You have never done any makeup in the past, why are you so interested today?”
Seventeen Niang said a little embarrassedly: "Sister-in-law, what do you think?"
Mrs. Fan laughed and said: "Then I think about a poem. The Emperor of the Han Dynasty was obsessed with beauty and wanted to overwhelm the country. He couldn't get it for many years. There was a daughter in the Yang family who had just grown up and was raised in a boudoir. No one knew about it. It's hard to give up on natural beauty. Once you choose it, you can't get it.
On the side of the king. Looking back and smiling, the sixth palace has no color."
Seventeen smiled and said: "Sister-in-law, don't say that, I don't want to marry into the royal family."
“Then who do you want to marry?”
The Seventeenth Niang thought for a while and said: "I envy the eldest lady very much. When I was a girl, I traveled around the world with my grandfather's officials and went to Jiangzhou, Qizhou and other places. Later, I even made the decision on my own marriage. Now I am married
It has been twenty years since I joined our Wu family, and everything has gone smoothly."
Hearing this, Mrs. Fan looked sternly and said, "Seventeen, don't talk nonsense. From ancient times to the present, there is no reason to make your own decisions about your children's marriage."
The seventeenth mother said: "I also know that the eldest lady was my grandfather's favorite. As for the other daughters, even the daughters of the emperor's family, how can they be like this?"
Fan said: "Yes, how Princess Fukang can win the favor of the officials today, but it is not her own decision to marry into the Prince Consort's family."
Mrs. Fan peeked at Shiqi Niang's face and asked, "Shiqi, do you have a sweetheart?"
Seventeen Niang smiled when she heard what Fan said.
Fan said: "Seventeen, why are you laughing?"
Seventeen Niang smiled and said: "I thought of a joke about Kou Xianggong (Kou Zhun)."
“What a joke?”
"Kou Xianggong and his colleagues were talking to each other, saying that the sun under the water is the sun in the sky. No one can oppose it. It happened that Yang Danian (Yang Yi) was doing something, and Yang Yi said it without thinking. He saw the person in front of him as the person in front of him. Later generations will change it, and the person in front of him will change his mind.
This person is my sweetheart, so I thought it would be a better job."
Fan shook his head and said, "Why do you say this?"
Seventeenth Mother said seriously: "Sister-in-law, you still remember the Yang family we met in Pucheng. He is the grand-niece of Yang Danian. You blamed me for criticizing her at the beginning."
Fan Shi smiled and said, "What's wrong? Do you regret it?"
Seventeen Niang said: "I was really not careful at first, but now my sister-in-law can invite her to come to the house on my behalf, so that I can make amends for her."
Fan Shi was surprised and said: "How often have you ever apologized to others? Could it be..."
The seventeenth mother laughed and said: "Sister-in-law, there is no need to make a fuss. Now my father's career is not easy, and her son has gained a position in the government, and he seems to be narrow-minded. I should always think about it for the sake of the family."
Fan Shi smiled and said, "Listening to what you said, I learned a lesson from my mother."
“What’s the point?”
“That is, in this life, we women love nothing more than our children, and we love ourselves most than our parents, but the most important thing is our husband.”
They both laughed.
The two of them looked at the bright moon in the distance, but saw that the moon was rising in full, shining alone on the balcony, and even the lights on the balcony were dimmed for a while.
Now at the banquet in the balcony, there are people who are quick in literary thinking and are already writing at the same time.
The poems were immediately presented one by one and then read out by Wu Anshi in front of everyone.
Everyone here is a talented scholar from Bianjing, and their poems are certainly good. Everyone listened to the poem in the audience and commented on it.
But I saw Wu Anshi picking up a poem and asking Zhang Heng: "Brother Ziping, what do you think of this poem?"
Chapter Heng read the poem and laughed and said: "I often tell people that when learning poetry, you should learn to be beautiful. There are rules and regulations. If you fail to learn Du's poetry by then, it will still be a job."
“However, this poem is modeled on Tao Yuanming. As we all know, Yuanming is not a poem, but the beauty of the book is! If you don’t have Tao Yuanming’s beauty, if you learn from his poems, it will be a simple Tian Jiayu! In the end, it will not be as good as Bai Letian (Bai Juyi).”
Zhang Yue was shocked when he heard this. Zhang Heng really dared to say it, and he also dared to criticize Bai Juyi's poems.
Then everyone listening in the audience all agreed. He is worthy of being the number one scholar, and his vision is extraordinary.
“This is wrong!”
Zhang Yue thought that someone finally dared to object. When he saw that it was Zhang Dun who spoke out, he felt that it was not a good thing to say.
Sure enough, Zhang Dun said: "No one in the Tang Dynasty studied Du's poems, and Scholar Ouyang was not good at Du's poems. But without Du's poems, neither the Tang people nor Scholar Ouyang could write good poems? I thought that Du's poems cannot be discussed or praised.
Whatever you gain, you must remember it, that’s fine.”
Zhang Yue couldn't help but be impressed, indeed even Du Fu dared to disparage him.
Seeing Zhang Dun's objection, Zhang Heng listened with a smile and did not immediately speak out to argue.
Zhang Dun added: "As for Yuanming's poems, I think their quality is more recent than ancient times, and the more they read, the more exquisite they become. Wei Suzhou, a native of the Tang Dynasty, and Liu Zihou studied Tao's poems, and found themselves at ease. How can they not be praised?"
Wang Guan on the side praised him and said: "What Zihou said is very true. I think that although Liu Zihou's poems are inferior to Tao's, they are superior to Wei's poems."
All the talented people laughed and talked about Du Fu and Bai Juyi, but when they saw Zhang Dun, they said again: "I said that Meng Haoran's poems are just like this. Their rhyme is high but their talent is short. Like a skilled craftsman, he suffers from lack of materials."
Zhang Yue didn't know what to say anymore, his second brother's tone was really crazy.
At this moment, the moonlight is shining on the railing, and Zhang Yue is pacing here, seemingly trying to figure out the poems, but actually he is digesting food. It seems like he is digesting food, but he is actually trying to figure out the poems.
The maid on the side followed Zhang Yue, seeming to be amused but not daring to laugh.
Zhang Yue smiled at her and said, "What should I do if I can't write?"
The maidservant smiled and said: "Looking at your husband, he doesn't seem to be greedy for these three glasses of wine."
Zhang Yue said: "That's right."
Zhang Heng saw Zhang Yue chatting and laughing with a maid, and immediately shook his head. How unbecoming was it to chat with a maid in such an occasion?
When Zhang Yue returned to the table, the maid hurriedly laid out the paper for him.
The people at the next table laughed and said, "As Saburo is the only one left, shouldn't he have to drink three drinks as a penalty?"
Everyone at the left and right tables looked at each other. Zhang Yue said with a smile: "I am the youngest, and my talent is the smallest. Suddenly I have this opportunity to sit at the bottom of the table. I never forget my identity, so I don't dare to be the first."
Everyone laughed secretly after hearing this. If you say this, what are you still doing here?
Everyone said in front of them: "That Sanlang is too modest. Does he have any poems in his heart?"
Zhang Yue thought to himself that if you are sitting next to me, your status is not much higher, but he smiled and said: "I just got it by chance, so let's sing the moon to your heart!"
But Zhang Yue picked up his pen and put some ink on the paper.
The maid was holding the paper for Zhang Yue while watching him write on the paper one by one.
This maid was also proficient in calligraphy, and everyone's expressions did not change as the chapter was written. After the chapter was written, the ink was dried and handed to the maid.
After holding up the paper, the maid bowed slightly to Zhang Yue and said, "Mr. Lang's handwriting is really good."
With that said, the maid handed Zhang Yue to Wu Anshi. Wu Anshi was talking about poetry with Zhang Heng, Zhang Dun, Huang Guan and others. No one at the table noticed the people under the table for a while.
“Among all the poems written today, everyone recommends Zi Hou’s poem as the best, but I only like Brother Dao’s poem!” Wu Anshi said with a smile.
Others dare not compare the poems of officials and other distinguished people with those of scholars. However, when it comes to scholars, they can be distinguished as superior or inferior.
Wu Anshi truly admired Liu Ji's talent.
Liu Ji saw that everyone was recommending Zhang Dun, but Wu Anshi was the only one who praised himself, and simply said: "I don't dare to do it."
When the maid held up the paper, Wu Anshi realized that someone had not finished writing.
Wu An Shi knew that poetry should be written in one go, or it should be revised while writing, and the more you practice, the better. For example, Ouyang Xiu said that he was a writer in three ways: reading a lot, witnessing a lot, and discussing a lot.
Wu An's poems did not dare to be underestimated. After reading this poem, he whispered a few lines in his mouth, thought for a while, and handed it to Wu Anzhi.
Wu Anchi looked at it, looked embarrassed, and handed it to Zhang Heng.
Zhang Heng glanced at it a few times, then smiled and said, "When I read this poem, it reminded me of half of Yizu's poems."
Everyone laughed because there was a joke that everyone knew at that time. When Zhao Kuangyin met Xu Xian, the envoy of the Southern Tang Dynasty, in the palace one day, Xu Xuan said that the emperor of his country wrote an autumn moon poem that was unparalleled in the world.
Zhao Kuangyin listened to this Qiuyue poem and smiled and said: "This is a poem by a poor scholar. I want you to hear what an emperor's poem is."
So Zhao Kuangyin opened his mouth and recited two sentences: "Before leaving the bottom of the sea, there are thousands of mountains and mountains of ink, before you reach the sky where all the nations are bright."
poetry.
This is of course a joke, and you will know it is false as soon as you hear this story.
However, there is only half of this domineering poem about chanting the moon, and no one has written the second half to this day.
It is simply worse than failing to imitate Tao Yuanming and becoming Bai Juyi instead.
But when Zhang Heng thought about it, he said: "On the third or fifth day of the year, we are reunited, and the jade railings are protected by a handful of clear light. It is held out in the sky, and all the people in the world look up."
Everyone listened carefully at first and couldn't help but say, but it's just like this, there is nothing worthy of praise.
However, when everyone looked at the scene where the moonlight filled the railings, they thought that this poem was quite suitable for the scene.
However, something was different after hearing the second half of the sentence. Everyone looked up at the bright moon outside the Xuan, which had risen to the sky, and immediately understood the meaning of the poem.
Zhang Yue drank a glass of lamb wine.
The scholars on the left and right looked at Zhang Yue and couldn't help but think, "You are of such low status, who are you lying to?"
What a loud tone!
The verses spread to everyone,
Wu An's poems, Wu Anchi's first works are still not noticeable, but at this moment, when looking at Zhang Yue, they are a little surprised, but it is difficult to judge.
After thinking about the poem for a while, Wu An handed the note to Zhang Dun and asked, "Brother Zihou, what do you think of this poem?"
Ps: But I feel a little aggrieved that this poem was sent by Cao Gong to the village brother.