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 their poems were also good, so from time to time There are two or three excellent works that have been recognized by the big guys.
"bamboo"
There are old and green bamboos in front of the steps, but they are happy to grow thousands of poles all year round.
The most important thing is to keep an open mind and stay strong, and to endure the wind and rain for a long time without knowing the cold.
Guo Ziyu's "Bamboo" poem was also passed on, and it was also affirmed by the boss at the head table, which made him feel a little complacent. Looking around, he saw that Zhu Ping'an, the last table member, still hadn't written a word. He couldn't help but feel that this was a God-given opportunity. .
So, Guo Ziyu took a glass of wine and slowly came to Zhu Ping'an's table like other people who went around the table to communicate. He chatted with the people at the end, exchanged poems, and drank a glass together.
Then, Guo Ziyu seemed to suddenly find an empty piece of white paper in front of Zhu Ping'an, and he said in affected surprise:
"Brother Zhu Xian has a reputation for being talented, but why hasn't he 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 seat at the bottom, a young genius comparable to 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 false name?
Then everyone can't help but have some ideas of their own.
"Brother Zhu Xian comes from a mountain village. There are many pines, bamboos and plums on the mountains, but are you dazzled by the many good poems you usually write?"
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.
The concept of family status in ancient times is still very deep-rooted. Ancient culture placed great emphasis on inheritance, and ancient official circles valued family status the most. This is also a fact. Prominent officials and scholarly families have produced celebrities from generation to generation. It is more difficult for people with low status to join the upper class of society than a carp jumping over the dragon's gate, and there are few celebrities. This cruel reality cannot but make people take family status very seriously.
So when everyone knew that Zhu Ping'an came from a poor family, apart from some admiration, most of them were surprised. How much development could a boy from a poor family have, regardless of connections or money?
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 provincial examination, tens of thousands of students rushed to the examination room. Many of them came from scholarly families and were taught to write by their elders since they were young. They were not exposed to the cold and summer, and they only had to eat and drink to study. They could be said to be professional candidates, and the educational environment was good; he was from a poor family. Luck should be an important factor for this young genius to stand out among a bunch of professional candidates.
Zhu Ping'an looked at Guo Ziyu standing next to him, looking at his provocative and slightly contemptuous face...
I don’t know why there are always people who dislike me?
Jealous?
Normally, I 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 was hard to vent.
Suddenly I had the urge to slap him in the face.
Sorry, who asked you to come here in a hurry? It just so happens that you can't vent some of your emotions.
When it comes to writing poetry, I really have never been 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. With all the jewels in front 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 quite 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 we will find a crooked tree and hang ourselves from the southeast branch." Guo Ziyu stretched out his hand and nodded to everyone and himself, shaking his head and laughing. .
"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. 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 were 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 more people making noises.
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 in every minute. Do you believe it?
It's what you want.
Under Guo Ziyu's repeated urging, Zhu Ping'an took out the pen and paper and wrote amidst the roar of the crowd:
"bamboo"
Stay firm on the green hills and don’t let go, your roots are still in the broken rocks;
It has endured thousands of blows but is still strong, 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 that he is responding to himself by saying that he comes from a poor family in a mountain village.
After countless hardships, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south, it is almost mirroring yourself!
However, this is just my own understanding, because no matter who looks at this poem, it is full of tenacity and strong character...
"Okay, little brother Zhu Xian is really a blockbuster if he doesn't sing." A judge 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 has a very strong character, comparable to Yu Gong's "Ode of Lime"!"
There are many talented people around. After reading this poem by Zhu Pingan, they admired it highly. As for Cao Jieyuan's "Bamboo" just now, it pales in comparison.
Listening to the praise of the people around him, Guo Ziyu felt his face heat up, but at this moment he was riding a tiger and couldn't help but flinch, so he had to insist on praising and urging again.
"Wonderful, indescribably wonderful. This one is so breathtaking. Then the other poems that Zhu Xiandi had a hard time choosing are 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 one 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. Why are you so unhappy when you come here in such a hurry?
"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 Cao Cao, and each branch and leaf is always related to love.
After writing this song, everyone around him 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 sing and praise bamboo, and found a new way. No, it can be said that it was inspired by feelings.
It has directly reached 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 the poem in terms of the character of chanting bamboo, but this one has risen to the realm of people's livelihood suffering. 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."
Some people 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? (To be continued.)
