Chapter 93 Jingxian Poetry Meeting (5)
Filial piety to husband is the foundation of virtue and the source of teaching. Filial piety is the foundation of a person's virtue. People with such filial piety will not be any worse in virtue.
Although this son's words and deeds in the examination room were inappropriate, for the sake of his filial piety, Zhou Xuezheng did not intend to pursue the matter any further.
Zhou Xuezheng does not want to be held accountable, but it does not mean that others do not want to be held accountable. Although the students and scholars in Tongcheng, Taihu and other counties were shocked by Zhu Ping'an's farewell song just now, it was just a moment. Thinking about it later, it is still unavoidable. Many loopholes were found.
Although the poem is good, it is an excerpt of Ruan Lang's lyrics when he returns home, which does not show his true level. Moreover, no matter how good his explanation is, he cannot prove that this farewell poem was written by himself. The age is too inconsistent with this word, it doesn't look like it at all.
Many people still classify Zhu Ping'an's poem as someone else's fault.
Because of this idea, people were not willing to let Zhu Pingan fish in such troubled waters, and they were not willing to let Zhou Xuezheng be deceived by this person.
Besides, many people have written poems just now, but the limelight seems to have been stolen by Zhu Ping'an. Not many students and scholars are willing to do so. This was done in front of Zhou Xuezheng, Li Lao, Zhao Lao and others. What a good opportunity.
So someone suggested that since it is a poetry meeting, it is better to ask Zhou Xuezheng and others to come up with a topic and limit the number of poems to be composed, and select the best ones and bind them into a volume, which can also be regarded as leaving good memories for this poetry meeting. .
Although there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts, everyone is full of blood and who is not eager to win. Moreover, students from Tongcheng, Taihu and other counties are obviously not interested in drinking. As soon as the man's proposal was put forward, everyone became angry and nodded in approval.
Zhou Xuezheng was also pleased to hear this. He lowered his head slightly and discussed with Mr. Li, Mr. Zhao and others next to him for a few words before deciding on the topic.
The question is not difficult, but it is not that easy to write something new.
"Song of Snow"
After hearing this topic, all the students were happy. This topic was familiar to everyone, and they were all encouraged to write a good poem in praise of snow. , leaving a good impression in front of Zhou Xuezheng and others.
When Zhu Pingan heard someone suggest writing poems, he understood their intentions, which were nothing more than to become famous and make a fool of themselves. There are also many poems written about snow in the Qing Dynasty and later generations. If I pick one at random, it will make those people steal the chicken and lose the rice. I have made a lot of money by busying myself. But after all, I am only a young man now. The farewell poem just now has already made me sad. I'm on the cusp of the storm. If I do it again, I'm afraid I'll be roasted on the fire. Going too far is not enough, so I don't want to do it anymore.
The beautiful singer who was in charge of singing had just picked up Zhu Ping'an's previous farewell song at this time. She couldn't wait to read it when she first started it. It took a long time to come back to her senses, glanced at the poem, and then glanced at the young man at the table
At this time, some of the students and scholars here have already written poems, and their faces look proud.
As usual, several copies of the poem were copied, names were added, and passed around to everyone.
After the first one, there will be a second one. Not to be outdone, many students shared their poems about snow with everyone one after another.
From time to time at the poetry meeting, students would share their snow-chanting poems. Some of them were good poems, and some were not very good. One after another, the snow-chanting poems were passed on to everyone. Who would be interested in some of them? If you have any opinions about the poem, you can stand up and speak out, and comment on it with everyone.
Zhou Xuezheng, Mr. Li, Mr. Zhao and others sat at the table, drinking poetry with wine. Whenever they saw a better poem about snow, they would take a sip of wine, laugh and talk a few words in a low voice, and comment on it.
"Well, this song is actually a masterpiece. I went down to the balcony with lingering gloomy clouds, and the six branches of heaven and earth were in confusion. The light was auspicious with the moon, and the flowers were blooming next to the cold plum. Flying with the guests singing far away , the eunuch who dispersed the palace danced her sleeves and returned without seeing her friend. She took advantage of the excitement of Yanxi to come to Li. Gong, Zhao Gong, if there are no other poems, this poem can barely be regarded as the top one in this poetry meeting. Tongcheng Xia Luoming can be regarded as a talented person. "
Zhou Xuezheng took a sip of wine. Communicate with Mr. Zhao and Mr. Li next to you and share this masterpiece you saw.
"Well, it's good, it's great, it's broad and open, but it's also meticulous. It's full of moonlight and cold plum blossoms, and it's also full of allusions. Yes, today's poem is probably going to be a big hit." Li Lao looked at Tongcheng Xia Luoming's poem on snow that Zhou Xuezheng handed over, and nodded with satisfaction.
At this time, Mr. Zhao next to him twisted his beard and smiled, "Hahaha, don't jump to conclusions too early. This song in my hand is worse than yours. Well, it was written by Wang Jin from Taihu Lake. The breeze shook the trees in the courtyard, and the soft snow fell. Under the curtain, the sky is like fog, and the steps are like flowers. There are no spring willows, only the white osmanthus branches are seen, and there is no sense of love."
Zhou Xuezheng, Mr. Li and others all laughed when they heard this, "What Mr. Zhao said is true. I'd better wait and see before making any conclusions. But if there is no other excellent work, I'm afraid Aotou will have to choose from these two articles today." "
When Xia Luoming from Tongcheng heard Zhou Xuezheng and others' comments on his poem about snow, he looked at Zhu Ping'an with arrogance.
On the other hand, Wang Jin from Taihu Lake did not react much. He laughed and chatted with others without changing his expression.
Xia Luoming was quite disdainful of Zhu Pingan at this time. Everyone had almost finished writing, but Zhu Pingan still hadn't finished a word.
At Xia Luoming's signal, several students from Tongcheng County walked towards Zhu Pingan with wine glasses in their hands.
"Your Excellency, why haven't you written yet?"
The students from Tongcheng County looked at Zhu Ping'an mockingly and asked loudly.
This voice attracted everyone’s attention.
"I'm not good at writing poems. I just came up with a sentence at the moment." Zhu Pingan looked honest and honest, admitting that he just thought of a sentence.
When the students around him heard this, they laughed one after another. It took you so long to come up with a sentence!
Especially the students from Tongcheng, Taihu and other counties laughed even louder and had been looking forward to it for a long time.
Haha, you fox finally showed its tail.
The farewell poem just now was probably someone else's fault. Otherwise, why wouldn't you be able to write a simple poem about snow now?
Zhou Xuezheng and others also looked over. Unlike other students, there was no ridicule in their eyes, but some expectation. That farewell poem couldn't have been written by someone else. How could such a literary talent be willing to write for a young man? It wasn't overheard from elsewhere. Such a good poem would be widely circulated as soon as it came out. Why didn't it come out until now? I heard it. Therefore, they still have some expectations for Zhu Pingan.
“One sentence, just one sentence, write it out for everyone to see.” Students from Tongcheng and other counties booed.
"How can a sentence become a poem? Let's forget it." Zhu Pingan shook his head.
"It doesn't matter, write it quickly." Naturally, the students in Tongcheng and other counties would not finish it like this, they were still waiting for Zhu Ping'an to make a fool of himself.
"Well, let me improvise a few sentences. Please don't take it off. It's really only one sentence that is worth reading. I don't mean to deceive you." Zhu Ping'an repeatedly told everyone before writing. I emphasized that I had just conceived one line of my poem in advance, and the rest were all improvised. I did not intend to deceive or tease anyone. In short, I just wanted to say hello in advance.
"Okay, write it quickly, we can't wait any longer." Everyone was not interested in what Zhu Pingan said and kept urging him.
Under the urging of everyone, Zhu Pingan began to write. Everyone gathered around to see what the top talent who had conceived a sentence had written.
After writing the first sentence, everyone laughed so hard that they couldn't stand up straight.
I saw this sentence on the snow-white rice paper:
"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces"
People with good intentions loudly read Zhu Ping'an's sentence After reading it, there was endless laughter: Come on, is this also a poem? One, two, three, four, you are counting. Oops, my heart hurts from laughing. It won't be five, six, seven or eight next, no, it hurts me to laugh.
"This is just what I made up on the spur of the moment. This is not what I imagined." Zhu Ping'an defended lightly amidst the laughter of everyone.
Everyone sneered at this, pull it down, even if we are together, we are thousands of times stronger than you.
"Write the second sentence quickly." Everyone urged.
Amidst the urging and ridicule of the crowd, Zhu Pingan wrote another sentence.
It was better now. Everyone laughed even louder. Many people were laughing so hard that they couldn't stand upright and kept beating their chests.
“Five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces, hahahaha, you are really unique in making up the numbers, hahaha.”
Amid the laughter of the crowd, Zhu Ping'an's voice seemed weak, "I'm just trying to make up the number of words."
My sister, my sister, do you know how to write poetry? It really makes me laugh.
Amidst the laughter of everyone, Zhu Pingan also wrote the third line of his poem.
"Thousands of pieces, countless pieces"
Everyone could no longer complain, and they were almost crying with laughter. If they were not scholars, they would have rolled on the ground laughing.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. When counting from now on, it doesn’t rhyme anymore, so we use tens of millions. It’s really funny.
If you say that the farewell song you wrote in front of you was not created by someone else, who would believe it? Everyone was already laughing, thinking about how angry Zhou Xuezheng and others were, and what happened to Lord Fu Zun.
"Well, I have conceived the next sentence." Zhu Pingan habitually reminded everyone before writing. ,
Write quickly! Everyone urged with a smile.
I have warned you, don’t blame me for playing tricks on you! Don’t put me in the same category as Ruan Ji.
"Flying into the reed flowers always disappears"
After Zhu Pingan finished writing this sentence, the good-hearted man habitually read it out loud. After reading it, the whole person realized that this sentence seemed different from the previous sentences. , and then the whole person becomes bad.
Nima
Why is this sentence added after the previous sentences? It feels like the finishing touch.
After Zhu Pingan finished writing the last line of his poem, everyone’s ridicule stopped abruptly again.
The last line of this poem seems to bring the entire poem to life.
Zhou Xuezheng, Mr. Li, Mr. Zhao and others looked at each other. It seemed that it would be difficult to choose the best one tonight, but it seemed that it was not difficult to choose.
For a while, the Jingxian Poetry Meeting was quiet. (End of this chapter)