Chapter 301 Wenyuan Pavilion
Wenyuan Pavilion, the Wenyuan Pavilion here is not the place where the Qing Dynasty stored the "Sikuquanshu" a hundred years later, but an iconic restaurant in the capital of the Ming Dynasty, where scholars and scholars An ideal place for drinking.
Firstly, you must be talented, and secondly, you must be rich before you can step into Wenyuan Pavilion.
Every day, a poem title will be hung at the door of Wenyuan Pavilion. Only those in the industry who compose poems as required will be allowed to enter Wenyuan Pavilion. It is a bit similar to today's high-end clubs. In this way, the people who come to Wenyuan Pavilion are all scholars and scholars, and the style will be improved.
Scholar-bureaucrats, Shanren, poets, Nizi, and Yuliu often came to Wenyuan Pavilion, where literati gathered. If there were praises in Wenyuan Pavilion, their reputation would rise, and for a time everyone would rush to write. Yuan Pavilion, this is the most precious place.
Today, "Recalling Jiangnan" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty hangs at the door of Wenyuan Pavilion: "Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar to me." When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan?
It is roughly based on this title and style to compose poems.
Zhu Pingan and the other three people came to the door of Wenyuan Pavilion and looked at the song "Recalling Jiangnan" hanging at the door, and they all smiled slightly. The three of them bowed their hands and showed humility to each other, and then the honest boy Wang Shizhen was pushed out by Zhang Siwei and Zhu Pingan to write poems.
Wang Shizhen is worthy of being the leader who will lead the literary world of the Ming Dynasty in the future. After being pushed out by the two men, he remained calm. He just smiled and walked forward. He almost didn’t think deeply before he picked up his pen and left a message. The song "Remembering the South of the Yangtze River":
Where the song starts, the sun is setting and half of the river is red. The soft green pole adds to the plum rain, and the light yellow shirt resists the wind of lotus root silk. My home is in Wuhudong.
As soon as Wang Shizhen's song "Recalling Jiangnan" came out, there was a burst of applause at the door. This is also the practice of Wenyuan Pavilion. Every day, there will be several scholars and scribes at the door of Wenyuan Pavilion acting as generals, either from the Imperial College or the Imperial Academy. In short, the poems and essays written by the literati invited by Wenyuan Pavilion must be approved by them before they can be admitted to Wenyuan Pavilion.
Wang Shizhen's song "Recalling Jiangnan" was almost the best song they had seen today, so they couldn't help but cheer.
"Plum blossoms, lotus root silk wind, Wen Sheng's poem can compete with Bai Shi Mo." Zhang Siwei couldn't help but admired.
"Young Lai, I am still self-aware. Compared with Bai Shimo, I am still far behind." Wang Shizhen shook his head slightly and said with a smile.
The style of a gentleman.
In Zhu Ping'an's view, Wang Shizhen was the ancient standard of a humble gentleman, unfazed by honor and disgrace, and looked exactly like someone who had stepped out of an ink painting.
However, in the next second, Zhu Pingan retracted this view.
"Ahem, I'm not familiar with them. Excuse me, I'll go upstairs first." After Wang Shizhen was allowed to enter Wenyuan Pavilion, he bowed his hand to the scholar who acted as the general gate officer, and then Then he smiled at Zhu Pingan and Wang Shizhen outside the door.
Originally, the rule of Wenyuan Pavilion is that if one of the people in the group complies with the requirements of the question, they can all join the pavilion. However, since Wang Shizhen came here for such a short time, they are not familiar with each other, which means they are not together. , then according to the rules of Wenyuan Pavilion, Zhu Ping'an and Zhang Siwei must make another song "Recalling Jiangnan".
Then, Zhu Pingan was pushed out by Zhang Siwei.
Zhu Ping'an looked at Zhang Siwei and smiled slightly, then stepped forward to pick up the brush and wrote a poem "Recalling Jiangnan":
Jiangnan is good, and the city walls are rugged. There is only a stone horse in front of the mausoleum, and a bronze camel on the path of the remains. Yushu sings late at night.
This is a poem recalling Jiangnan by Nalan Xingde in the Qing Dynasty. Among Nalan's poems, this poem recalling Jiangnan is not very outstanding. However, when he visited Nanjing in modern times, Zhu Ping'an was somewhere I saw this song "Recalling the South of the Yangtze River" on a place of interest, and I remembered it without realizing it, so I picked it up this time.
Although this poem is not very outstanding among Nalan’s poems, among the people who came to Wenyuan Pavilion today, this poem is considered very outstanding.
The goalkeeper couldn't help but say hello. Wang Shizhen's "Recalling Jiangnan" just now was lively and lively, describing his love for his hometown Jiangnan; Zhu Pingan's "Recalling Jiangnan" is about the rise and fall of history. Meditations are all masterpieces.
"Hahaha, the first word before the lyrics of Wen Sheng's "Recalling Jiangnan" is the word "ge", and the last word of Zihou's poem "Recalling Jiangnan" is also the word 'ge'. It's very interesting to sing and harmonize."
After Zhang Siwei praised Zhu Pingan's lyrics, he discovered the harmony of Wang Shizhen and Zhu Pingan's lyrics, and couldn't help laughing and joking.
In response to Zhang Siwei, Zhu Pingan Shi Shiran entered the Wenyuan Pavilion, and like Wang Shizhen, he bowed his hands to the door general, and then smiled at Zhang Siwei outside the door who wanted to enter the pavilion together. He smiled and said the same thing as Wang Shizhen Words:
"Ahem, I'm not familiar with the person outside the door. Please excuse me. I'll go upstairs first."
Then Zhu Ping'an caught up with Wang Shizhen and stood together In the hall, Zhang Siwei looked at Zhang Siwei outside the door with a slight smile.
"You guys?" Zhang Siwei smiled and shook his head, and then he also stepped forward and wrote a poem "Recalling Jiangnan":
Jiangnan Yan, the gentle wind on the embroidered curtain. In February, the new society in the pond passed, and the old palaces of the Six Dynasties were empty. Jie Jie Xie Xun Xidong.
Que sang with Wang Shizhen in the first half, and Zhu Ping'an in the second half. Zhang Siwei was also able to do it easily.
Sure enough, those who can leave a famous name in history are not easy people, and they can pick up poems and articles at their fingertips. Today's events gave Zhu Ping'an a little more understanding of celebrities in history. Those who left their names in history were not simple people.
As soon as this first memory of Jiangnan came out, he was naturally cheered by the gatekeepers. Zhang Siwei smiled and caught up with Wang Shizhen and Zhu Ping'an and went to Wenyuan Pavilion.
The three of them went to Wenyuan Pavilion and found an empty seat to sit down. Zhang Siwei ordered eight dishes and one soup in one go before stopping. Wang Shizhen on the side smiled and said nothing, and Zhu Pingan ordered another portion of Wenyuan Pavilion's food. The signature dish was a jar of ten-year-old wine, so the waiter took the menu and went to the kitchen to prepare the dishes.
The money bag given by Li Shu contained three silver notes, each with a denomination of fifty taels of silver, for a total of one hundred and fifty taels of silver. In modern times, it would be equivalent to about one hundred thousand yuan when converted into RMB. The money is enough, even if the price of Qingdao prawns increases tenfold, it will be enough to pay.
In Dream of Red Mansions, a meal of crabs for so many people in the Jia family only cost 24 taels of silver. This made Grandma Liu exclaim that it was enough for a small family to live for a year. Now this place in Wenyuan Pavilion No matter how expensive the meal is, it won't be more expensive than a meal of crabs in the Jia family.
Of course, Zhu Ping'an would not take Li Shu's money in vain. He also had a small amount of savings, so he could just return it to Li Shu when he went back.
Wenyuan Pavilion served the dishes very quickly. Before Zhu Pingan and the others could chat for a few words, the dishes they ordered came out one after another.
"Just now at the gate of the Hou Mansion, you also heard that I can't drink too much, just enjoy yourself." Zhu Pingan poured a glass of wine for each of Zhang Siwei and Wang Shizhen, poured a glass for himself, and raised his glass to toast them. .
"Understood, if we have such a lovely wife and beautiful concubine, we won't drink too much, haha" Zhang Siwei and Wang Shizhen raised their wine glasses, clinked them with Zhu Pingan, and joked with a smile.
No one else came to disturb, and no one held a poetry meeting in Wenyuan Pavilion. In short, the meal was very peaceful. The three of them chatted while eating, and talked about some things related to the exam. The food tasted good, and the three of them had a great time eating and chatting.
After dinner, the three of them went down to Wenyuan Pavilion. Zhang Siwei and Wang Shizhen acted as guides, saying they wanted to take Zhu Pingan to visit the capital. (End of this chapter)