A good trip to graduate from the high school entrance examination was ended by the Japanese pirate incident.
There are still warships on Taihu Lake, patrolling back and forth in an attempt to catch Japanese pirates.
But according to Xu He's estimation, he had been caught long ago, and now everyone is just going through the motions.
The guardsmen could go through the motions, but Tang Shunzhi could not.
He still needed to clean up the chicken feathers left behind after the Japanese pirates left.
Xu He came here for him, but if he couldn't even speak a single word, it would be pointless to stay in Huzhou.
Seeing Xu He's complaint, Tang Shunzhi was very embarrassed.
"Liangsheng, I invite you to come here from so far away. I originally wanted to have a good chat with you, but I didn't expect..." Tang Shunzhi looked apologetic.
Xu He said: "Mr. Jingchuan, I will have many opportunities to ask you for advice in the future. If something big happens to you, I won't bother you."
When Tang Shunzhi heard this, he was not polite: he smiled and said to Xu He: "Liangsheng, when I get along with you, I treat you as an equal..."
Seeing that Xu He was grateful, he waved his hand and asked Xu He to listen to him.
"Although you call me sir, I also admire your articles very much, but there is one sentence I want to give to you as a parting message!"
Xu He nodded, bowed solemnly and said, "Sir, please speak."
Tang Shunzhi said: "I studied when I was young, and only studied Confucian classics until I passed the imperial examination."
"One year before Hanyuan was disbanded, I had a sudden enlightenment in my reading. From the three generations down to the two Han Dynasties, I extended the articles of the Tang and Song Dynasties. I didn't take it seriously when I first read it. Then I read it again and felt that I could express my feelings. After reading it again, I suddenly realized that "Zuo Zhuan" Read the Qin and Han texts such as "Guoyu" and "Historical Records" first, and then continue to read selected articles from eight scholars of the Tang and Song Dynasties!"
"After ten times of intensive reading, the poems and essays will be believable to be written by hand. We must imitate the Tang and Song Dynasties and return to their words. The articles must have true spirit and eternal insights!"
"Tao Yuanming's poems are not as good as the rhythm or the engraved verses, but they are the best poems in the world. This dynasty is so mediocre that it cannot help but be considered inferior."
"I see that your poems are in the style of a great poet. Here is a book, which I recorded myself in the "Wenbian". You come and go in such a hurry, which really makes me ashamed. I will send this book to you today. I hope that You will improve your poetry and prose in the future and become a master of this dynasty compared to the Tang and Song dynasties!"
After speaking, he took out a shabby-looking manuscript and handed it to Xu He.
Xu He took it and took a look. It turned out to be an article recorded by Tang Shunzhi himself.
There are also some of his reading insights.
Open a chapter at random and the text is "Jun Xinling Saves Zhao"!
Xu He carefully read the annotations of this article in front of Tang Shunzhi.
Tang Shunzhi's writing style is simple, elegant and profound, and he uses colloquial language in many places. Unlike when people write things nowadays, they feel that the more biased words they use, the more powerful they are. Without a few allusions that others can't understand, they feel that the article is not good.
Xu He read it very happily.
For example, in this article, the scholars of the country are mindlessly advocating for Lord Xinling to save Zhao.
However, Tang Shunzhi criticized this article for saving people in a selfish way, and there was nothing worth promoting.
Moreover, the explanations are in-depth and interlocking, just like a debate at a table, all completed in one go, very refreshing!
Xu He looked at it for a full stick of incense.
Tang Shunzhi actually didn't urge him and just looked at Xu He with a smile.
After Xu He read it, he sighed: "Mr. Jingchuan's teaching really makes me ashamed!"
This kind of manuscript is usually recorded by scholars and given to their children and nephews at home for reading.
It can be said that Tang Shunzhi's reading income and life experience have been poured into it, and even some political opinions can be glimpsed.
And he actually gave it to himself, which made Xu Hecong very grateful.
"The first thing I did after I got home was to record my husband's "Wenbian" and have someone come back and give it back to my husband!"
Tang Shunzhi smiled and nodded, then asked Xu He, "Qin Lie, what are you going to do?"
Xu He frowned when he heard this and said: "Originally, I thought he was good at martial arts and wanted to keep him by my side. However, this person has an aloof character and I'm afraid it won't be possible for a while. Please don't embarrass them, sir. After all, they are just miserable people!"
Tang Shunzhi nodded and said: "You are leaving today. We scholars will say goodbye to each other, so we must write poems! How about you come first?"
Xu He smiled: "Sir, let's go first!"
Tang Shunzhi thought for a moment, and then read: "The Jun's family is in the north of Hubei, and the guest is in the south of Hunan. The post road is close to the rooster, and the mountains and cities are covered with shadows of trees. Thousands of rivers are sparse and fertile, and hundreds of houses are competing for autumn silkworms. Fortunately, this is still my land, and the scenery is small. Officials are ashamed of themselves."
This poem is very interesting. It seems to be writing about Xu He at the beginning, but at the end it is writing about myself!
Tang Shunzhi stretched out his hand and said: "Liangsheng, it's your turn!"
Xu He thought for a while and suddenly said: "Mr. just gave me the "Wenbian" to encourage me to take a step forward in poetry and prose. Let's write a poem based on this matter!"
Tang Shunzhi smiled and said: "Please!"
Xu He cleared his throat: "Li Du's poems have been passed down by thousands of people, but they are no longer new to me!"
Tang Shunzhi laughed, thinking that these two sentences were ordinary, but they were not at the level of Xu Jieyuan!
Xu He closed his eyes slightly and continued to read: "There are talented people from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years!"
After reciting the poem, Tang Shunzhi suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at Xu He in disbelief.
At this moment, it was as if the sky and the earth had turned pale, and everything was silent.
Li Du's poems have been passed down by thousands of people, but they are no longer new to me;
Talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years!
Tang Shunzhi seemed to have lost his soul, and slowly said in his mouth: "There are talented people from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years! Each has led the way for hundreds of years..."
Suddenly, tears appeared in the corners of his eyes. He felt like a drop in the ocean, so small in the long river.
Looking at the young Xu He, he said dejectedly: "Liangsheng, am I getting old!"
Xu He was startled by his actions and said: "Sir, you are in your prime, how can you say you are old?"
Tang Shunzhi gave a wry smile and shook his head: "I have been adhering to the precepts for thirty years, but now I know that I am wrong at forty. May you have a safe journey..."
After saying that, he went back in despair.
Xu He looked at his desolate back and felt inexplicably sad.
Yes, what if you are a great Confucian scholar like Tang Shunzhi?
Historically, after his death, the literature he advocated in the Tang and Song dynasties disappeared immediately, and was once again occupied by those narrow-minded and eccentric articles. The ancient literary school was in a slump for more than a hundred years.
From the Qing Dynasty until the 21st century, people gradually realized that if they want to write articles, they must first learn from the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties.
This is because the articles of the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties have a spirit of writing, the kind of momentum that can be seen in the throat when you open your mouth.
Just when Xu He was about to leave, he saw Qin Lie limping out with the help of Dao Zi at the door.
Seeing Xu He, Qin Lie was slightly startled, as if he was at a loss. After a while, he cupped his hands towards Xu He and said, "Mr. Jie Yuan, I, Qin Lie, thank you for saving your life. If I can avenge you in the future..."
Xu He stretched out his hand to stop him and said: "I regret telling you about Wang Zhong. I hope you won't be reckless. If you find that Japanese pirates are hiding in Wang's house in Changshu, ask someone to bring a letter to me and I will help you handle the matter!"
Qin Lie didn't say anything. He cupped his hands and left with Daozi.
Ding Ze said softly at this time: "Master, let's go too. This time when we go back, please don't leave me and run around again. Otherwise, if something happens, I won't be able to explain it to the old lady!"
Xu He was startled, then laughed loudly and said: "Let's go, this time when we go back, Mr. Tang will send someone to escort us, so there will be no problem!"
In the corner of the courtyard, Zhou Ju had been waiting for a long time. When he saw Xu He looking towards them, he immediately asked his men to lead the horses towards Xu He...
