Chapter 92 The Shocking Poetry Party (4)
Why is the atmosphere so weird?
But did that boy write any nonsense limericks again?
Why do everyone have such strange expressions, as if relatives have come to my daughter’s house.
The beautiful singer who was in charge of singing was very surprised. Why did everyone look like that after seeing the poem written by the playboy? It felt weird
After a few minutes, the silent atmosphere suddenly became noisy. Everyone was talking to themselves, whispering to each other, or questioning in a low voice. The atmosphere upstairs became like a vegetable market again:
"Although the artistic conception is beautiful, the feelings are sincere, and the clear It's new and elegant, but it always feels weird. What kind of word card is this? I can't find the corresponding word card name at all. I'm really playing the piano randomly. Can I compose poetry?"
"A Thirteen? How can a four-year-old boy feel like he has only a few close friends? I am no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, and there are no natural or man-made disasters such as flash floods, earthquakes, or man-made disasters. How can I still be left alone?”
“I’m afraid that all the students and scholars in Huaining County are worried that I will test their top talents in this way. Covering his pavilion, a row of egrets on the ancient road beside the green Heaven’s masterpiece, we must have worked together to help the top talent to concoct it, but it’s a pity that the poem is hopeless, and the entire county of Huaining can only produce such nondescript poems.”
"I probably copied it from somewhere else"
"I also feel that it was copied from somewhere else. I don't know how much I spent on it. How can a young man write such poems?"
"This kid is crazy about wanting to be famous. Buy this." "Poetry, you've emptied your family's fortune"
People's voices were not loud at first, they were just tentative questions. Unexpectedly, many people were questioning, so the exchanges sparked and the voices became louder. . At first, everyone questioned the title of the poem, and then they questioned the content of the poem.
"Did you compose this poem?" Zhou Xuezheng, who couldn't take his eyes away from the poem for a long time, finally took his eyes away from the poem, but there were questions one after another in his heart. He couldn't help but raise his head and look at Zhu Pingan, stared into his eyes, and asked loudly.
Before seeing this young man, Zhou Xuezheng was filled with fire in his heart after hearing about his various behaviors such as being bitten by a snake, hearing the cry of a bird, and eating, drinking, and sleeping during the county examination. The image comes out: fat head, big ears, and a look of incompetence.
But when I met this young man, I found that he looked like a simple farm boy with a simple and honest face, but he looked like he had never seen the world and was greedy and wasting his parents' hard-earned money, which made me feel disgusted.
When everyone was laughing and laughing just now, this young man was unfazed and calm, which surprised me a little.
When he held a pen in one hand and rolled his sleeves in another hand to splash ink, and the poems came into his hands, he was no longer a little surprised, but full of surprise.
What kind of boy is this boy? Questions came one after another, making Zhou Xuezheng unable to control himself.
The entire Qing Dynasty, the Republic of China and even modern poetry were "composed" by me. No matter which one has not appeared in this world, they will come to this world for the first time through my hands. It is me. The first one to be launched, how could it not be mine.
"Yes, I am not good at poetry. It took me several months to come up with this poem." Zhu Pingan answered calmly and modestly, without any arrogance, just like a simple young man.
"Some people question the name of this CiCi brand. How do you explain it?" Zhou Xuezheng raised another question after listening to Zhu Pingan's first answer.
Hearing Zhou Xuezheng's question, everyone upstairs was very interested and wanted to see how the young man would answer.
Because the song "Farewell" written by Zhu Ping'an really can't find any corresponding title.
"The late student just said that the late student is not good at poetry. The ancient people's lyrics are all music scores with a fixed musical form and structure. When writing lyrics, they have to follow their tunes to fill in the lyrics. The late student tried Several times, but still not satisfied. Either the words are out of tune, or the tune is out of tune. I accidentally read "Ruan Lang Gui" by Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty, and I was very impressed by the second half of Ruan Lang Gui, so I separated the lower half of the "Ruan Lang Gui" poem, slightly adjusted the oblique and oblique rhythms, and thought about it for several months. I wrote this song "Farewell". I was not good at poetry, and the inappropriateness made Mr. Zhou laugh."
Zhu Ping'an dared to bring this song "Farewell" by master Li Shutong of the Republic of China to be used here. He had already thought about the rhetoric in his heart, how could he be untargeted.
So Zhu Ping'an answered fluently, neither silent nor overbearing, and his words were precise and sincere.
After all, everyone has read poetry and books, and Xin Qiji's "Ruan Lang Returns" is no stranger to them:
The lights in front of the mountain are about to dusk, and the clouds come and go on the top of the mountain.
Several villages are surrounded by the sound of partridges, and Xiaoxiang meets old friends.
Waving feather fans, arranging silk towels, young men are riding horses in the dust.
Nowadays, people are haggard and call upon their souls, and many Confucian scholars miss their bodies.
The second half is exactly what Zhu Ping'an said, "Waving a feather fan, trimming the silk scarf, the young man is saddled with horse dust. Nowadays, he is haggard and enchants the soul, and many Confucian crowns miss him." Except for the slight difference in the rhythm of oblique and oblique, It is indeed the second half of Ruan Langgui.
In layman's terms, Ci is the lyrics in a song, and Cipai is actually the name of a music score with a fixed musical form and structure. Writing lyrics is to fill in the lyrics into a fixed music score, so writing lyrics is also called filling in lyrics. Cipai is not born, but also has its origin and development process. Therefore, Zhu Ping'an's farewell song based on Ruan Langgui's second half is a bit bold and nonsense, but it still makes sense.
"Well, although there is something wrong with it, we are not pedantic people. This word is fresh and refined, and does not fall into the stereotypes; however, acquaintances are half scattered, and a pot of turbid wine has exhausted the remaining joy, and How can you explain that you are still young and have only half-hearted friends? ”
Zhou Xuezheng let go of the word card for the time being, but started to question the words in Zhu Ping'an's farewell.
"Mr. Zhou can see where I am today. There are a lot of people here, but no one who is close to me. Otherwise, why would this joke be like this? In the past, my acquaintances were either working in the fields or working as servants for the wealthy. Home, running around to make a living; detailed When I think about it, I can’t help but feel that my acquaintances are scattered. As for a pot of turbid wine, I’m just worried about writing new poems.” There was a lonely expression at the right time.
Mr. Li and Mr. Zhao, who were sitting next to Zhou Xuezheng, nodded when they heard this and agreed with Zhu Pingan's statement. From the moment they entered the room, they felt that students and scholars from Tongcheng, Taihu and other counties were targeting Zhu Pingan. Even the students from the same county who were sitting at the same table as Zhu Pingan did not seem to be so enthusiastic about him. The thirteen-year-old boy would indeed feel lonely among a group of people who were slightly older than him.
"But why are you eating, drinking and sleeping in the examination room?" This was almost Zhou Xuezheng's last question.
Although it is not impossible to eat, drink and sleep in the examination room, it is the reason why you are not allowed to leave the examination room for several days in the provincial examination. You only have to take the county examination for one day, and it will pass if you endure it. How can you eat, drink and sleep properly, even if you have some literary talent? He has some intelligence, but his attitude is too bad.
"Oh, there is actually a reason for this. I was fat when I was a child, and my mother liked it very much. When I grew up, I lost weight, and my mother often blamed herself for not taking good care of me. This time the boy tried This was the first time I was away from my parents. My mother was worried and worried about me, and she was worried that I wouldn't be able to take care of myself. I thought about it after I left home. Eat more, get fatter, and when I get home, I hope my mother will realize that I have gained weight when she first sees me, so that my mother won’t worry about it and blame myself. Of course, I will also be greedy when I am born late, haha. "
Zhu Ping'an smiled sheepishly, his words were very sincere, and his eyes were filled with longing for his parents in his hometown.
As soon as Zhu Pingan spoke, the entire poetry meeting became much quieter. Zhu Pingan's words, like a lamb kneeling at its breasts, made many students and scholars far away from home miss their parents, and also made older people miss their parents. Deeply touched.
"Idiot!" Zhou Xuezheng sighed and waved his hand to signal Zhu Ping'an to sit down. (End of chapter)