Chapter 211 I have the urge to slap in the face
Everyone concentrated on the idea and splashed ink. For a while, the fragrance of ink overwhelmed the fragrance of vegetables.
From time to time someone wrote a poem, from time to time someone passed the poem on to everyone, and from time to time a poem was passed to the table at the front. Everyone here was a talented person, the best in the imperial examination, and the poems they wrote were also outstanding. They are not bad, so from time to time there are two or three excellent works that are recognized by the big guys.
"Bamboo"
The bamboos are old and green in front of the steps, but they like to grow thousands of poles all year round.
The most important thing is to keep an open mind and stay strong. After a long time of wind and rain, you don’t know the cold.
Guo Ziyu's "Bamboo" poem was also passed on, and was affirmed by the boss at the head table, which made him somewhat complacent. Looking around, he saw that Zhu Ping'an, the last table member, still hadn't written a word. I can't help but feel that this is a God-given opportunity.
So, Guo Ziyu picked up a glass of wine and slowly came to Zhu Ping'an's table, just like other people who went around the table to communicate. He followed the people at the end of the table, exchanged greetings, and exchanged poems. Had a drink together.
Then, Guo Ziyu seemed to suddenly find an empty piece of white paper in front of Zhu Ping'an, and he said in a pretentious surprise:
"Brother Zhu Xian is known for his talent, how come he hasn't started writing yet?"
Guo Ziyu's surprise attracted the people at the nearby tables. Everyone had written poems. Although not all of them were recognized by the top boss, they were not bad either. At this moment, I heard that someone hadn't written it yet, so I couldn't help but turn around curiously.
The last person in the last seat, a young genius who can be compared with Mr. Yang Ge
But at this moment, he didn’t write a word. Is it to attract everyone’s attention? Or is it just a name?
Then everyone can’t help but have their own ideas.
“Brother Zhu Xian comes from a mountain village, and there are many pines, bamboos and plums on the mountains, but he usually writes too many good poems to dazzle his eyes?”
Guo Ziyu pretended to speak for Zhu Pingan again, and inadvertently revealed the truth about Zhu Pingan's background in the mountain village.
Then everyone looked at Zhu Pingan with slightly strange eyes. Of course, some people heard that Zhu Pingan came from a poor family and appreciated him a little more, but they were not the mainstream.
In ancient times, great emphasis was placed on family status and family background. In ancient times, the root of the people was upright and the young people were young. You are a child of a peasant family, and he is from a scholarly family. In the eyes of outsiders, scholarly family must be valued more. In their eyes, people from scholarly families can receive better education and they can cultivate better children. As for the children of wealthy families, they have access to better education. The so-called carp jumping over the dragon's gate is something that can only happen but cannot be expected.
So when everyone knew that Zhu Pingan came from a poor family, apart from some admiration, most of them were still strange, a boy who came from a poor family. Without relationships and money, how much development can be achieved?
There is no word written at this moment, and considering that he was the last one to win the exam this time, everyone has to be a little suspicious. During the rural examination, tens of thousands of students rushed to the examination room. How many students from scholarly families have been taught to write by their elders since they were young. They have never been exposed to cold or hot weather. In addition to eating and drinking, they study. They can be said to be vocational candidates and the educational environment is good. He, who is from a poor family, can stand out among a bunch of vocational candidates. For this young genius, luck should be an important factor.
Zhu Ping'an looked at Guo Ziyu standing next to him, and looked at his provocative and slightly contemptuous face
I don't know why some people always dislike him?
Are you jealous
If it were normal, you would just laugh it off. But at this moment, looking at their painstaking words and sentences, and thinking about how many yesterday's scenes there were in the entire Ming Dynasty, I felt a sense of depression in my heart that I couldn't vent.
Suddenly there was an urge to slap him in the face.
Excuse me. Who asked you to come here in a hurry? It just so happens that you can't vent some of your emotions.
Writing poetry, I am really not afraid of anyone. After all, so many poems and songs from the late Ming Dynasty to the Qing Dynasty to modern times are all "my" in a sense.
"Among the new candidates, Ping'an is the most unworthy, all of you are ahead of me. Ping'an is ashamed of himself." Zhu Ping'an raised the corners of his lips slightly and cupped his hands towards Guo Ziyu.
You are pretty good at changing the subject. But after finally getting this opportunity, how could I let you succeed? Guo Ziyu thought in his heart.
"Brother Zhu Xian, please don't be humble. If you say you are ashamed even if you win the national examination at the age of thirteen, then I will find a crooked tree and hang myself from the southeast branch." Guo Ziyu stretched out his hand and nodded at everyone and himself. , shook his head and smiled.
"That's right." Guo Ziyu's words caused the good guys to agree.
"Brother Zhu Xian, please don't refuse. There are many pines and bamboos in the mountains and fields. Brother Zhu Xian will surely have some good verses already. If you have too many good poems in your heart and it's hard to choose, why not write them down and let me help you choose them." Guo Ziyu urged again, his eyes full of teasing.
This time, Zhu Pingan was not only asked to write one song, but Zhu Pingan was asked to write at least several poems.
Under the leadership of Guo Ziyu, there were more people doing good things, and there were more boos.
Zhu Ping'an looked at Guo Ziyu and cursed: You really thought I couldn't write. I can write dozens of poems about bamboo, pine and plum every minute. Do you believe it?
It's what you want.
Under Guo Ziyu's repeated urging, Zhu Ping'an took the paper and pen and wrote amidst the roar of the crowd:
"Bamboo"
Stick to the green mountains and never relax, and establish the roots. In the broken rock;
Stand strong despite being struck by countless blows, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south.
As soon as this poem was written, Guo Ziyu, who had screamed the loudest just now, was speechless. This poem seemed to be specially slapped on his face, but the way it was slapped was so handsome!
Standing tall and breaking through the rocks, it seems as if he is responding to himself by saying that he comes from a poor family in a mountain village.
Thousands of hardships, no matter how wind blows from east to west, north or south, it is almost like reflecting yourself!
However, this is just my own understanding, because no matter who looks at this poem, it is full of tenacity and strong character. "It's a blockbuster." One of the people at the same table was full of praise and admiration for Zhu Pingan's "Bamboo".
Hold on tightly to the green mountains and never let go, the bamboo roots are rooted in the broken rocks. Suffer countless hardships and still stand strong, no matter where the wind blows from you.
This kind of artistic conception makes people feel full of power just thinking about it!
“This poem is of great character, comparable to Yu Gong’s “Ode of Lime”!”
There are many talented people around. After reading this poem by Zhu Pingan, I highly admire it. As for The "Bamboo" by Cao Jieyuan just now pales in comparison.
Listening to the praise of the people around him, Guo Ziyu felt his face get hot, but at this moment he was riding a tiger and couldn't help but flinch, so he had to praise him and urged him again.
"Wonderful, indescribably wonderful. This one is so breathtaking. Aren't the other poems that Zhu Xiandi was so hard to choose even more wonderful? Let's enjoy them together. Zhu Xiandi must not be stingy and keep the good works to himself."
I admit that this song of yours is awesome, but I don’t believe you can make another one that’s as good as this one! Guo Ziyu thought to himself.
Zhu Ping'an glanced at Guo Ziyu and started writing again.
If you don’t believe it, then I’m sorry to disappoint you. Who makes me feel so unhappy? Why are you rushing here?
《Bamboo》
Listening to the rustling bamboos in the shabby room, I suspected that it was the sound of the neighbors suffering.
These little ones are descendants of the younger generation, and each branch and leaf is always related to love.
After writing this song, everyone around me was speechless and full of respect for the young man sitting at the bottom of the table.
This poem swept away the tendency of everyone present to praise bamboo and praise it, and found a new way. No, it can be said that it was inspired by feelings.
It directly sublimated to a new level!
From bamboo to love, you have risen to the realm of worrying about the world before you do!
The previous poem can be said to be the best in terms of the character of chanting bamboo, but this one has risen to the realm of people's livelihood sufferings. Everyone will say it before worrying about the world, but what about doing it? Among all the bamboo poems, this poem is groundbreaking.
"With these two poems, I would also be in a dilemma."
Someone sighed. Guo Ziyu was dumbfounded at this time and was stunned on the spot! Red face and hot ears! How can you really write it down?
(End of this chapter)