The weather is cold in spring, with a drop of ice rain.
After Zhu Ping'an finished writing the second eight-part essay, he saw a drop of ice rain hitting the ground outside, and the soldiers outside shrank their necks.
It's raining!
Zhu Ping'an raised his head and took a closer look at his dormitory. Well, it was good. Although it was a smelly dormitory, the structure of the house was good, especially the top floor, which had just been renovated. The rainproof layer was also well laid out. There was no need to worry about it. Rain leakage.
So, Zhu Ping'an took out the umbrella he was carrying from his bag, stretched it out, pointed to his umbrella at the shrinking soldier outside, and then placed it on the wall outside the dormitory.
It's up to you whether to use it or not.
After putting down the umbrella, Zhu Pingan stopped caring and continued to work on the questions.
This is the last question on the meaning of the Four Books, and the title is also quite satisfactory. It comes from a sentence in "Mencius": "Confucius climbed to the east mountain and was humbled by Lu."
This sentence is very simple. It means that when Confucius climbed up Dongshan Mountain and looked down, he felt that the state of Lu was small. Simple is simple, but it is not that simple to write a well-written eight-part essay based on this sentence. If you really want to write based on the superficial meaning of this sentence, you cannot write a travelogue about Confucius climbing Dongshan Mountain.
This topic should be understood in the context of the full text. The full text of this sentence is as follows. Mencius said: "Confucius climbed to the east mountain and made a small Lu, and climbed to the Taishan Mountain and made the world small. Therefore, it is difficult for those who look at the sea to be water, and those who swim in the gate of the sage are difficult to talk about." If you have the skill to observe water, you must observe its waves. If the sun and moon are bright, the light will shine on your face. Flowing water is a thing, and it cannot be done if it is not full. A gentleman's ambition is to follow the Tao, and it cannot be achieved if it is not organized."
Seeing this sentence, Zhu Pingan thought of Zhu Xi.
Zhu Xi, when Mr. Zhu was reading this chapter of "Mencius", he made a note in the corner: "This chapter says that the way of the sage is great and has its foundation, and those who learn it must use it gradually to achieve it." What Mr. Zhu means is that the Confucianism established by the sages is noble and profound, and has its origins. People who want to learn must follow the rules of learning step by step, so that they can reach the lofty realm of Confucianism established by the sages.
What Zhu Xi and Mr. Zhu said were not ordinary words. This is the golden rule in the imperial examination. In the second year of Hongwu (1369), the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, the imperial examination was based on the "annotations passed down by Zhu Xi".
Zhu Ping'an thought for a moment and then came up with an idea, so he followed Zhu Xi's words. As a text to break the topic, let’s expand on the discussion.
The rain outside is gradually getting heavier, and the "crackling" is getting heavier and heavier, carrying the remaining chill of winter and being driven by the north wind. Lili was miserable, weeping and complaining, everywhere in the Gongyuan, overwhelmingly letting out her feelings.
The invigilator outside was currently holding the umbrella that Zhu Pingan gave him. He was very happy when he saw his colleagues nearby shivering in the wind and rain. He was extremely grateful to Zhu Pingan who was sitting in the stinky cell. He looked at Zhu Pingan with eyes filled with emotion. gratitude.
However, Zhu Ping'an was completely immersed in his own Mo Ran world, which made the soldier waste his grateful eyes.
Soaked in ink. Zhu Ping'an came up with the breaking sentence of this eight-legged essay:
"The holy way is great and has its roots, and scholars must gradually arrive at it."
After finishing the topic, Zhu Ping'an wrote this eight-part article without adding any points, and continued to discuss it according to Zhu Xi's words. He promoted Confucianism all the time, greatly praised it, compared Confucianism to the lofty Mount Tai, and compared it to the lofty Mount Tai. The vast sea is compared to the shining sun and moon. Of course they all have roots. Then he emphasized that those who want to learn should start from the beginning and proceed step by step. This is roughly how I wrote this eight-legged essay.
to here. The three eight-part essays on the meanings of the Four Classics have been written for this exam, and the remaining four questions should all be the eight-part essay on the meanings of the Five Classics. The eight-part essay of the Five Classics is relatively simple. This is Zhu Pingan’s experience in making the eight-part essay. This is entirely a matter of personal preference.
Zhu Pingan opened the test paper and continued reading.
There are no unexpected situations. The remaining four questions are all questions about the meaning of the Five Classics. It's not difficult either. Zhu Pingan read four questions in one breath, and his thoughts spread along the sound of raindrops outside.
The rain fell on the eaves, dripping, and there seemed to be a sense of joy in the crisp sound... Zhu Ping'an's thoughts also left with it, and the dripping sound of the rain deeply stirred up the thoughts of this article. Ripples spread out, quietly.
With his ideas flowing smoothly, Zhu Pingan continued.
Just like that, in the rain, a young man wearing a mask tirelessly splashed ink.
On rainy days, the smell in the toilet is even stronger, and there are still several bad names like Zhu Pingan in Gongyuan. Most people were so smoked that they didn’t want anything, and they also vomited everything they wanted. Another person couldn't hold on and was sent to the Ming Jing Building by the invigilator. The remaining ones who were still persisting were all pale and shaky.
But Zhu Ping'an, wearing a mask, seemed not to be affected by the loud noise next door at all. He splashed ink with great fluency, as if he was surrounded by the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers. Every candidate who goes to the toilet and passes by Zhu Pingan is always shocked by the figure of Zhu Pingan splashing ink in the stinking number.
"I wield a wooden ax under the bed, and I make a dojo in the screw shell."
Most people feel this way, just like playing with an ax under the bed, or casting spells in a conch in a dojo. They feel that there is nowhere to use their power. Because the eight-part essay strictly limits the format and number of words, each sentence has a fixed style, queuing and duality, etc.
However, at this moment, Zhu Ping'an felt that he was already at ease. What he intended and what he wrote completely met the various requirements of eight-legged writing.
In one breath, Zhu Ping'an finished writing two eight-legged essays on the meaning of the Five Classics before he stopped writing, and his stomach began to churn unsatisfactorily.
So, Zhu Pingan reached out and gestured, received the "Chu Gong Card", and hung a piece of linoleum cloth as a door curtain in front of his dormitory to prevent wind and rain from blowing into his dormitory and getting the test papers wet when he went to the toilet. After putting everything into the test paper bag and hanging it on the wall, I left the dormitory and went to the toilet next door.
Although there is a mask, the smell is still unbearable when entering the toilet.
Of course, without a mask, it would stink. The toilet was also very unclean. It didn't have a flush toilet like our modern toilets. It was a squat pit and couldn't be flushed. Anyway, I couldn't bear to look inside.
There is also toilet paper inside, which is very rough straw paper.
Zhu Ping'an almost solved the problem as quickly as possible in his life and returned to his dormitory.
It was already around four or five o'clock in the afternoon. It was getting darker and darker outside, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier. A curtain of water almost formed outside the dormitory, and the dormitory almost turned into a water curtain hole.
Just then, a shrill howl was heard outside.
"Cao, there's a leak! My paper!"
Then I saw an examinee yelling like crazy outside the dormitory, jumping around and screaming. Three or five buglers couldn't hold it down. Finally, it took six or seven buglers to control him and escort him to Mingjing. The building is awaiting disposal.
For the unlucky child, the rain in the dormitory probably made the paper wet. If the paper is wet, there will be marks, and then the test paper will be invalid. This exam will be invalid, and the general examination will be invalid. Therefore, it is inevitable that this child will be like this.
From this point of view, the stinky number doesn't seem to be so unlucky. Zhu Pingan wore a mask and smiled self-deprecatingly. (To be continued.)
