"Brother Song, this is Miss Li Mo'er. She is the daughter of the Li family in Mianzhou. Her father and my father are officials in Jingzhou. This time my father is visiting relatives. It happens that Miss Li is going to Fuzhou to visit relatives and stops by to enjoy the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River. "
Kong Zong said harmoniously, and Song Mu also quickly raised his hand. Since they are both descendants of a cultural family, even if they are women, they should have a bit more respect.
What's more, judging from the proud look of this little girl, she must be quite favored by her family.
"My little lady has met your Excellency. It turns out that you are a descendant of the Song family in Shiyang."
Li Mo'er, who was standing next to Kong Zong, was not reserved at all. He spoke abruptly and stared at Song Muti, the starry-eyed figure with sword-browed eyebrows, wandering around with a bit of curiosity.
"Yes, Song Mu is the seventeenth generation eldest grandson in the family. I am very ashamed."
Seeing Song Mu's indifferent expression, the little girl blinked slightly, and then suddenly asked rather rudely.
"My little girl heard that the Song family in Shiyang was also famous all over the world, but I don't know how good your poems and articles are?"
Song Mu was stunned and looked at Kong Zong, who actually smiled helplessly, presumably acquiescing to his sudden and slightly tricky test.
However, hearing that there was no malice in the other party's words, Song Mu took it calmly and immediately said with his hands.
"I've learned a few poems, but like articles, they can't be put on the stage."
"But Mr. Song is a child after all, so he must have some attainments in writing and poetry. Why don't you let Li Mo'er reward him for it?" Li Mo'er refused to let it go. He continued to ask questions at the gate of the county school, looking like an old scholar. A polite look.
When Kong Zong next to him saw this, he quickly came out to smooth things over.
"Miss Mo'er, of course we don't dare to show off Tong Sheng's articles and poems here. Brother Song is quite talented, but he has been ill a few days ago. Why not ask Brother Song to write another poem for you someday? Let’s try it, what do you think?”
With that said, Kong Zong turned around and said to Song Mu again.
"Brother Song, don't be surprised. Miss Mo'er likes poetry and poetry the most. I have been tested by Miss Mo'er many times these days."
Song Mu immediately cast a grateful look after hearing this. Of course he remembered the poem Song Mu wrote during the Tongsheng Examination, but he could only say that it rhymed with oblique and oblique rhymes, and the rest was featureless. If he read it out at the gate of the county school at this moment, there would indeed be a few Can't save face.
Seeing Kong Zong rescuing him, Song Mu was relieved. However, seeing the dissatisfied look on the little girl's face, Song Mu immediately raised his hand and said.
"Brother Kong, Miss Mo'er, why don't we go to the county school first? Song has occasionally gained something at home these days. If Miss Mo'er doesn't mind it, I will bring the ink writing to Miss Mo'er for a taste after class is over."
"Oh?" As soon as these words came out, Li Mo and Kong Zong's eyes lit up. At that moment, the bell in the county school rang, and several people nodded and stepped inside.
The three of them entered in a hurry, and Li Mo'er's eyes blinked for a moment, but she was a little reluctant.
"Mr. Song, since you have achieved something, why not write it now for me to review."
"Li Mo'er is most fond of poems and poems about his character."
Song Mu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and looked at Kong Zong with an embarrassed expression.
Where did this little girl find her, and why was she so aggressive towards a stranger like herself when they just met her?
Kong Zong's brows were completely furrowed at this moment. When Li Moer came back with his father and others, his father only said that her family could not afford to offend her and asked him to entertain her well.
Even if it was me, I couldn't bear the troubles being made these days. When I came to the county to study today, the other party also came with me. She was rude and showed no restraint of a woman from a well-connected family.
Seeing that Kong Zong also looked helpless, Song Mu could only sigh. Just when he was about to politely refuse, someone next to him shouted.
"Master Xun."
Song Mu quickly turned his head and saw Master Xun coming this way. He quickly raised his hands and bowed, but Master Xun spoke.
"Song Mu, this girl wants you to write a poem?"
Song Mu was speechless, but Li Moer immediately came out to salute, with a smile on his face, but still looking a little arrogant, and answered.
"Yes, Master, Mr. Song just agreed to the little girl."
Xiao Nizi's voice was clear and clear, and within the county school, many people heard this sentence. They all looked over, whispered and pointed.
Master Xun blinked his eyes and touched his chin.
Only Song Mu was extremely depressed. He originally came to the county to learn tutoring lessons, but he ended up like this.
"Song Mu, do you really have something in mind?"
Master Xun asked at this time. Song Mu was stunned and could only nod silently.
"That's fine. You already have a good foundation in word selection for your poems, but you're only unhappy with the sentences. It's been a while since I've tested you. If you really have some ideas today, please write them out for me to take a look at."
Master Xun said this, and Song Mu regretted even more that he had done something unnecessary just now. He would have refused directly.
Now that it is difficult to get off the tiger, Master Xun is still adding fuel to the flames and seems to be quite interested. Now it seems that he can only bite the bullet and write.
The news that Master Xun was going to take a test on Song Mu's poetry spread immediately in the county school. A group of scholars, teachers, and students all ran out of the school and watched Song Mu put a picture in the county school courtyard. At the table, he was taking out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone he carried, then gently smoothed a piece of bamboo paper and dabbed the ink.
"Xuezheng actually wants to take Song Mu's exam. Isn't Song Mu's poems from the last Tongsheng test very good?"
"It's hard to say that it's even fair. Didn't you listen to what Xuezheng said? It's skin and bones, it's much worse. Otherwise, how would you be able to get over thirty in the examination as a disciple of a Wenmai family?"
"Alas, it seems that the Song family's literary tradition has really declined. The main family's literary style has been disbanded. It is not as good as their branch in Hongzhou."
Several children were chatting quietly in the courtyard, while the scholars were trying to guess what poems they wanted to write and how many decent poems they could produce.
Pan Wenhao was also among them. He was looking at each other with Qi Dazuo, both of them had a bit of gloating and joking on their faces.
On weekdays, they like to bully Song Mu the most, and they also know Song Mu’s abilities best. He knows the meaning of classics and can read the Four Books and Five Classics, but he is insensitive to poetry. Even his teachers say that he has written poems, so they deceive the countryside. Husband, you are generous and make people laugh.
Now the two of them are spreading various rumors among the people.
However, Song Mu didn't pay attention to the noise around him at this moment, and was thinking about poetry in his mind.
It's okay to choose words and make sentences by yourself, but in this situation, if I can't come up with one or two poems with some talent, I'm afraid I will be looked down upon by others.
God allowed me to be reborn into this world, not for others to step on me again.
Thinking like this, Song Mu already had a plan in mind.
"Little girl, since you asked him to write a poem, you should come up with the title for the first one, right?"
Seeing that Song Mu was ready, Master Xun immediately spoke to Li Mo'er who was standing aside, with a very indifferent expression on his face.
Song Mu raised his head and looked at Li Mo'er. The little girl stepped forward happily, but she snorted coldly at the noisy surroundings. She waved her sleeves, revealing a small gourd hidden in the sleeve. She opened the gourd and took two sips. , suddenly said while frowning.
"Little girls like to chant poems about things the most. Mr. Song, just... chant this."
As Li Mo'er said this, he turned around and ran to the pool under a nearby rock, pointing to the moss on it.
"Chant this flower."
"Moss flower?" Song Mu was stunned for a moment, and Kong Zong, who was watching from the side, also looked blank and was thinking about it.
The talented students next to him were all whispering to each other, and some who thought they were good at poetry also began to formulate sentences.
As a very popular poetry genre, poems chanting things were mostly popular in the Tang Dynasty. There are 6,262 poems chanting things in "The Complete Poems of the Tang Dynasty". Almost all literati like to express their ambitions with objects in mind to express their elegance.
It's just that the beginning of "Ode to Moss Flowers" shouldn't be difficult, but when it comes to expressing one's ambitions, everyone has a lot of thoughts in their minds.
"I have finished the topic. Mr. Song, please start composing the poem."
Li Moer stood up and came to Song Mu's table, raised his head and said. Song Mu looked at him and was thinking non-stop in his heart.
After a while, Song Mu's heart moved, and he immediately picked up his pen and dipped it in ink.
Seeing that Song Mu had already started writing in just a moment, everyone around him immediately looked over. Several scholars also showed a bit of surprise, but Song Mu had already written the first sentence.
"When the day is not around, youth comes naturally."
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"Moss flowers are as small as rice, and they also bloom like peonies."
A scholar stepped forward and gently read the five-character poem written by Song Mu. He also looked up and looked a little surprised.
When I first read this poem, I only had a smooth feeling, but when the last word fell, the emotion of the poem about objects that supports objects and expresses ambitions naturally emerged.
Even if there are only flowers the size of rice grains, they will bloom like colorful peonies.
This implication immediately made the scholar exclaim, "Wonderful."
Several scholars nearby also came over, and after reading it through, they all nodded. This poem was countless times better than what they had just thought about.
"This classmate Song is really strange."
"I'm afraid I didn't use all my talent to come up with such a good poem."
Several children whispered, but Song Mu took up his pen and wrote the title of the poem "Moss". As soon as the word "Moss" was written, a large stream of white air suddenly surged out of the poem. The white air surrounded Song Mu, and after a moment it melted into In Song Mu's body.
This is a literary style that shows that this poem is the author's first creation.
And in the future, as long as this poem is used by literati, it will nourish the Song family's cultural heritage.
Song Mu was also very happy at this moment. He bravely wrote this poem by Yuan Mei, a great poet of the Qing Dynasty. Unexpectedly, the world actually accepted this poem, and the rich literary spirit just entered his body. Song Mu could feel it all over his body. Feeling comfortable and my head is much clearer.
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