"This...is this a Xingwen poem?"
In the school of Shiyang County, where literary spirit was surging, the scholar who had just been pierced by a literary ribbon slowly opened his eyes and said these words with some trembling.
Poetry that encourages literature is a higher level of poetry than poetry that encourages learning. This type of poetry cannot have offensive power, but it can cultivate the literary power of the literati and make the literary power more pure and dense.
And just now that ribbon with eight talents passed by, Lu Xiucai, who had only obtained the scholar's degree two years ago, felt that the literary power traveling throughout his body was completely condensed and formed, and now it was flowing like a trickle.
Lu Xiucai's tears suddenly fell down.
When he was still in his early thirties, he tried his best to get the scholar position in the last position. However, the literary power he had accumulated through all his efforts was extremely weak and delicate, and there was a possibility of collapse at any time.
This time around, I had already given up on taking the annual exam. I was just waiting to be stripped of my scholar status, but I didn’t expect...
Lu Xiucai slowly looked at Song Mu in the field, and saw that countless literary ribbons were passing out of an individual's body, then converging in the sky, and then slowly falling into Song Mu's body.
Almost everyone looked at Song Mu at that moment, their hearts surging.
I got such an opportunity to read poetry today!
The college examination is about to come, and everyone is inspired by this sudden literary talent. Children are born with literary talent, and scholars are all talented in literature.
Moreover, if this poem titled "Xing Wen" by a classmate from the county school is recited by someone in the future, a steady flow of literary spirit will be distributed to the people present today.
This is almost a huge blessing!
Everyone was in awe of Song Mu at this moment, and even felt some admiration and admiration in their hearts.
This is the courage of a century-old family!
The poems written by Song Mu today are enough to continue the Song family's cultural heritage. These poems already have a bit of a Confucian meaning!
"Hahaha, good, good, good, great, talented people from all over the world! What good, each of them has been leading the way for hundreds of years! I, Xun, have been studying for forty years, and I finally saw this wonderful scene. How wonderful and happy!"
At that time, Master Xun suddenly laughed, and the laughter resounded throughout the county school, and the joyful meaning was beyond words.
I saw Master Xun quickly walking up to Song Mu, looking at the poem written on the paper, and immediately said: "Original poems are of great talent. This is a great achievement of enlightenment!"
"Song Mu, please seal it. This poem will definitely be placed in the Dengwen Pavilion in the county!"
Song Mu was speechless and looked stunned.
Next to him, Kong Zong, who had just woken up from his strong literary aura, also bowed his hands and saluted Song Mu.
"Brother Song, please print this poem. This poem is yours for my Kong family!"
"Please take the seal! Brother Song!"
The next moment, many scholars in the courtyard also raised their hands and said, each of them looking excited.
Only Pan Wenhao, Qi Dazuo and others standing among them looked pale at the moment.
The poetry just now surged with literary energy, countless literary energy overflowed, passing through everyone with colorful ribbons, but bypassed himself and others. At this moment, seeing so many children and scholars being so respectful to Song Mu, Pan Wenhao felt his face burning. of pain.
How many poems by Li and Du can achieve this?
This is a masterpiece!
With the spirit of poetry like this in my body, not only will my literary career be smooth in the future, but I will be more confident about the current college examination.
But I missed this opportunity!
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooootta......... why don't I have literary energy in my body, I want to be a child student."
A follower was standing behind Pan Wenhao and crying softly. He seemed to know what he had missed and was filled with regret.
This voice made Pan Wenhao and Qi Dazuo's faces even paler. They took a deep breath and walked away, shaking off their sleeves.
Song Mu in the field was now facing the classmates and teachers, and then raised his hands to the northern sky. Then he carefully took off the Tongsheng writing tablet from his waist and pressed it on the white paper. Song Mu's name suddenly appeared on it. name.
When the red seal fell, the paper floated out of thin air, and the fonts on it shone brightly. The white paper flew into the air and flew away, passing through Shiyang County in the low altitude, and landed on the top pavilion of the main building on the city tower.
During the day, a colorful light passed through the sky, and almost everyone in Shiyang County could see it clearly, and everyone exclaimed in surprise.
The vision of Wencheng is the pride of scholars in this era.
It is rumored that in the city of talented people, some people specially choose the day of such visions to do happy events, and the countless literary visions can also create a career.
At the county school, Master Xun had already dismissed a group of young scholars, allowing them to take this opportunity to consolidate their literary spirit and literary power. Song Mu was dragged to the study, while Kong Zong carefully copied two poems with a look on his face. Seriously save it.
Until this moment, no one noticed the expression on Li Moer's face who had been standing next to the table.
The little girl's eyes were bright at this moment, but her face was a little angry. She stood blankly looking at the direction Song Mu left and murmured to herself.
"Li Du's poems have been passed down by thousands of mouths, but your whole line of scholarly talent has been taken away by one sentence of yours. Humph, now it's my father who wants to blame me."
Li Mo'er said so, with a bit of unwillingness in his little eyes, a strange light shining in his eyes, and he spoke softly.
"Shiyang Song family, Song Mu."
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Song Mu, who had made such a big splash, was currently standing in Master Xun's study. He was distracted, feeling the strange changes brought about by the "Ancient and Modern Poetry Comprehensive Review" in his body. He watched the poem slowly emerge from the pages above. poetry.
This is a drum war poem, full of talents.
This poem is actually "On Poetry Part 2" written by another Qing Dynasty poet Zhao Yi.
This poem is not very popular, but the sentence "There are talented people from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years" is really powerful, and it was once used as Song Mu's motto.
Just now Li Mo'er asked him to praise people. Song Mu thought for a moment and felt that using his own identity to praise Confucius would make something ridiculous and generous. It would be better to love the house and the bird and turn it into a poem praising the scholar.
After all, after all, Kong Zong was also a scholar.
At that time, Song Mu felt that writing this poem was too unruly, and he went to the north to express his guilt. He did not expect that after the poem was completed, it would turn out to be like this.
He also benefited a lot from it. With the abundant literary energy entering his body, Song Mu suddenly felt that his body was a little stronger, and the root causes of the diseases left in the past few days seemed to have been cured.
A poem made me feel like I was reborn.
And the ancient book finally began to be wrapped in layers of literary spirit, constantly nourishing itself.
The beauty of it made Song Mu feel a little amazed.
While Song Mu was appreciating the benefits these things brought to him, Master Xun stood aside and coughed, then raised his eyes to look at Song Mu.
"Should I say now that you are reviving the Song family's cultural heritage, or should I say that Song Mu is no longer Song Mu?"
Master Xun said this, and Song Mu's heart tightened, but he heard Master Xun shake his head and say.
"In the past, you were as humble as loess. I thought your Song family lineage was going to decline, but I didn't expect it. I didn't expect it."
Master Xun sighed like this, but he took a book from the bookshelf and handed it directly to Song Mu. Song Mu stepped forward and took it with both hands. It was an annotation of "Poetry".
"You, the Song family, have always read a lot of books. I don't think I can compare with what the Song family has accumulated over the past century. However, my "Annotation of the Complete Poems" was annotated by the scholar who was the top scholar of Jinke ten years ago when he was a scholar. The meaning is quite easy to understand and the explanation is clever, which can be regarded as a reward from me."
Master Xun said lightly, but he was already very satisfied with Song Mu in his words.
Song Mu breathed a sigh of relief. Just now he thought that Master Xun had realized that he was not the original Song Mu. When he saw the other party giving Song Xi to him, Song Mu also thanked him profusely.
I don't have much connection with Master Xun, but after all, the other person cares about me and I have to be polite.
But as soon as he finished speaking, Master Xun's expression suddenly became serious.
"What you did today will definitely spread throughout Shiyang and even Jizhou Prefecture, but you don't have to worry. Li Du Shizong will not do anything to you for such a poem. On the contrary, there are some people around you who you should pay attention to. .”
Song Mu blinked, his heart moved, and Master Xun said as expected.
"Of course you know who it is, but let me say one more thing. After all, you have the blood of the Song family, and you also learned the knowledge left by the Song family. When your ancestors wrote books and biographies, you were staring at that thing. , I think more than one and a half."
"Today you are emerging, some people will always be unable to sit still, remember, remember."
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