The bright moon rises, and from a distance it looks like a round fan without a handle.
Fan and several maids walked forward carrying lanterns. Under the night wind, the fragrance floats left and right along the path, and the shadows of flowers sway. Mrs. Fan came to the seventeenth mother's boudoir and signaled the maids waiting on her left and right to be silent. She walked into the boudoir and saw the Seventeenth Mother sitting sideways on the couch, letting her skirt fall to the floor, looking at the moonlight crazily.
Fan shook his head and then entered with a smile on his face.
"Sister-in-law!" Shi Qi saw Fan and sat up.
Mrs. Fan smiled and said, "I know you don't have much food to eat, so I came to see you. Are you feeling unwell?"
Shi Qi shook his head and said: "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired."
Mrs. Fan first looked at Shiqi's face, but when she saw that she had used red lipstick to decorate a lotus flower on her forehead, she couldn't help but smile and asked: "You have never done any makeup in the past, why are you so interested today?"
Seventeenth Mother said a little embarrassedly: "Sister-in-law, what do you think?"
Mrs. Fan smiled 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 could not find the imperial palace for many years. There was a daughter in the Yang family who had just grown up and was raised in a boudoir without anyone knowing it. It is hard to give up on natural beauty. Once you choose 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 she was a girl, she traveled around the world with her grandfather's officials and went to Jiangzhou, Qizhou and other places. Later, she even made her own decisions about marriages. Now she is married After joining our Wu family for twenty years, everything has gone smoothly."
When Mrs. Fan heard this, her expression was serious and she said, "Seventeen, don't talk nonsense. From ancient times to the present, there is no reason why children should make their own decisions about their marriages."
The Seventeenth Mother said: "I also know that the eldest lady was my grandfather's favorite. As for the other girls, 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 marrying into the Prince Consort's family is not her own decision."
Mrs. Fan peeked at Shiqi Niang's face and asked, "Shiqi, do you have a sweetheart?"
The Seventeenth Mother smiled when she heard what Fan said.
Fan said: "Seventeen, why are you laughing?"
Seventeenth Mother 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. The sun under the water is the sun in the sky. No one can say 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 changed it and saw it in front of him. 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 sternly: "Sister-in-law, you still remember the Yang family we met in Pucheng. He is Yang Danian's great-niece. You blamed me for criticizing her at the beginning."
Fan smiled and said, "What's wrong? Do you regret it?"
The Seventeenth Mother said: "I was really not careful at first, but now my sister-in-law can invite her to live on my behalf, so that I can make amends for her."
Mrs. Fan was surprised and said: "How often have you ever apologized to someone? Could it be..."
The Seventeenth Mother laughed and said, "Sister-in-law, there's no need to make a fuss. Now my father's career is not easy, and her son has obtained the Fu Yuan, and he seems to be narrow-minded. I should always consider this for my family."
Fan 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 there is nothing we love most than our parents, but the most important thing is our husband."
Both of them laughed.
The two of them looked at the bright moon in the distance, only to see the full moon rising, shining alone on the balcony, and even the lights on the balcony were dimmed for a moment.
Nowadays, at the banquet in the balcony, there are people with quick literary thoughts, who are already writing at the same time.
Immediately, poems were presented one by one and Wu Anshi read them out in front of everyone.
Everyone here is a talented person from Bianjing, and their poetry is certainly good. Everyone in the audience listened and commented a lot.
But Wu Anshi picked up a poem and asked Zhang Heng, "Brother Ziping, how do you like this poem?"
Zhang 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 learned from Tao Yuanming. As we all know, Yuanming is not a poem, but the beauty of the book is! If you don't have the beauty of Tao Yuanming and learn from his poems, this 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 speak out, and he also dared to disparage 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 outstanding.
"This statement 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, don’t forget it, that’s fine.”
Zhang Yue couldn't help but be impressed, indeed even Du Fu dared to demote him.
Seeing Zhang Dun's objection, Zhang Heng listened with a smile and did not immediately argue.
Zhang Dun added: "As for Yuanming's poems, I think their poetic quality is more modern than ancient times, and the more they read, the more exquisite they become. Wei Suzhou, a Tang Dynasty man, 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 poems, they are superior to Wei's poems."
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, his second brother sounded really crazy.
At this moment, the moonlight is shining on the railing, and Zhang Yue is pacing here, seemingly pondering the poems, but in fact he is digesting food. It seems that he is digesting food, but he is also trying to figure out the poems.
The maid on the side followed Zhang Yue, looking amused but afraid to laugh.
Zhang Yue smiled at her and said, "What should I do if I can't write?"
The maid smiled and said: "Looking at the gentleman, he doesn't seem to be greedy for these three glasses of wine."
Zhang Yue said: "Yes."
When Zhang Heng saw Zhang Yue chatting and laughing with a maid, he immediately shook his head. It was unbecoming 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 person 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: "The younger I am, the less talented I am. Suddenly I have this opportunity to sit at the bottom of the table. I never forget my identity, so I don't dare to take the lead."
Everyone laughed secretly after hearing this. If you say that, 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 keep it in my heart by chanting the moon!"
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 writing, and everyone's expressions did not change as Zhang Yue wrote. After Zhang Yue finished writing, he dried the ink and handed it 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 discussing poetry with Zhang Heng, Zhang Dun, Huang Guan and others. No one at the table noticed the people under the table.
"Among all the poems written today, everyone recommends Zihou's poem as the best, but I only like Brother Dao's poem!" Wu Anshi said with a smile.
For officials and other distinguished people, others dare not compare their poems with those of scholars. But when it comes to scholars, they can be divided into superior and inferior.
And 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 him, and just said lightly: "I don't dare to accept it."
When the maid held up the paper, Wu Anshi realized that someone had not finished writing.
Wu Anshi knew that poetry should be written in one go, and some should be revised while writing, and the more you revise, the better. For example, Ouyang Xiu said that he was a scholar of three things: he read a lot, he testified a lot, and he discussed a lot.
Wu Anshi didn't dare to look down upon it. After reading the poem, he whispered a few lines in his mouth, thought for a moment, and handed it to Wu Anchi.
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. There was a joke that everyone knew at that time. One day, Zhao Kuangyin met Xu Xian, the envoy of the Southern Tang Dynasty, in the palace. Xu Xuan said that his emperor's poem on the autumn moon was unique 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, and only then can we reach the middle of the sky, and all the nations will be bright." poetry.
Of course this is 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.
What kind of poem can Zhang Heng think this half of the poem about chanting the moon is? If there are any shortcomings, the painting of a tiger will no longer resemble a dog.
It is even worse than failing to imitate Tao Yuanming and becoming Bai Juyi instead.
But I saw Zhang Heng thinking: "Every time we meet again, we are reunited, and the jade fence is protected by a handful of clear light. It was only held out in the sky, and all the people in the world looked up."
Everyone listened carefully at first and couldn't help but think, 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 that had risen to the sky outside the Xuan, 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 said, "You are of low status, who are you lying to?"
What a loud tone!
The verses spread among the people,
Wu Anshi, Wu Anchi couldn't feel it at first, but at the moment when he looked at Zhang Yue, he was a little surprised, but it was difficult to judge.
After Wu An's poem thought for a while, he handed the paper to Zhang Dun and asked, "Brother Zihou, what do you think of your brother's poem?"
Ps: But I feel a little aggrieved that this poem was sent by Cao Gong to the village brother.
