As soon as these words came out, everyone present looked at Song Mu.
Song Mu, on the other hand, looked at the drunken scholar in front of him. He was over forty years old, and he finally passed the exam after working hard.
Now I have achieved something, and today I have a drink and express my feelings.
The other party's request was not excessive. Besides, several people had already composed poems just now. As the head of the case, Song Mu had to write one no matter what.
At this time, there were also people nearby who agreed that such an elegant thing could be done at the desk, and everyone was even more interested.
Amidst the shouts, Song Mu turned to look at the people sitting on the east side. The magistrate and Tixue were smiling and looked over with interest.
Magistrate Qiu also said with a smile.
"Great Kindness, Song Mu, why don't you make a song to cheer everyone up!"
Everyone else followed, including Cui Keke and others, who were looking at Song Mu with bright eyes. Song Mu was also smiling and nodding towards the magistrate and the scholar in front of him.
Walking out of his seat, Song Mu looked at the people around him and then spoke.
"Song Mu has shown his shame."
As he spoke, Song Mu paced upstairs. The evening breeze was blowing and the leaves outside the attic were rustling. Song Mu took a deep breath and spit out a few poems from his mouth.
"It is easy for a young man to learn from an old man, but it is difficult for him to succeed. No inch of time should be taken lightly."
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"I haven't noticed the dream of spring grass in the pond, but the phoenix leaves in front of the steps are already sounding in autumn."
A poem by Zhu Xi to encourage learning, "Oucheng", blurted out.
At this moment, Song Mu looked at the middle-aged scholar, raised his wine glass towards him, and raised his glass towards the surroundings.
A short seven-character quatrain, but it was blurted out and then faintly spoken.
After finishing the poem, everyone in the audience showed thoughtful expressions on their faces, then opened their mouths unconsciously, and their eyes slowly widened.
Only in the attic room, the faint sound of pipa could be heard slowly.
I don't know who suddenly stood up and said "Hello" suddenly, and the audience burst into applause.
Qiu Buchu was also savoring the poem carefully at this moment, and the next moment he looked at each other with Fan Tixue next to him, and both could see a bit of surprise in the other's eyes.
This seven-character poem is not only catchy, but also has a profound meaning.
Fan Tixue stroked his beard and smiled, then murmured something.
"A good saying is that it is easy for a young man to learn from an old man, but it is difficult to learn from an old man, so no time is wasted!"
Qiu Buchu laughed even more immediately and stood up and said to Song Mu.
"Song Anshou, what a poem. I don't know what name you want to give to this poem."
Song Mu also drank all the wine in the cup at this moment, turned to look at everyone, and then raised his hand towards Magistrate Qiu.
"Please also ask the magistrate to give me pen and ink!"
Qiu Buchu nodded immediately, waved his hand, and immediately a boy came forward with a table, complete with pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
At this moment, all the scholars around him stood up, looked at each other in disbelief, and walked forward.
They had already recalled Song Mu's poem at this moment. These four lines, each word of which were exquisite, were not only catchy, but also made people's hearts swell.
This is a poem to encourage learning. Not only is the context appropriate, but it also gives people a sense of enlightenment.
Song Mu had already arrived in front of the desk, knelt down on the futon, then gently studied the ink, and reached out to hold the pen in his sleeve.
Everyone has gathered around Song Mu. At this moment, everyone is staring at the book in front of them, wanting to see the poem completed with their own eyes.
And Song Mu has already put pen to paper.
The font is still strong and thin, as thin as a knife edge, and this seven-character rhyme poem instantly jumped out of the page.
"Occasionally"
Song Mu dropped the original title of this poem, and the next moment there was a surge of literary energy on the paper. The vast surge of literary energy entered Song Mu's body in just a moment.
At the same time, the people next to him suddenly exclaimed.
"Very talented! Another good poem!"
After the man finished speaking, the desk seemed to be held down by a force of gravity. Some of the old desk tables became a little unstable, and the next moment they collapsed.
The pen and ink on the desk was about to pour onto the paper on which the poem was written. Someone screamed in surprise, but at this moment, a burst of power emitted from the paper on which the poem was written, and the ink was blown away out of thin air.
The ink bypassed the paper and Song Mu and moved towards the surrounding construction. Everyone around them retreated and almost got stained by the ink, but the paper was still clean and tidy. At this moment, the bookcase was broken, and it was still lying on it. The moment it fell It makes a popping sound.
This piece of paper actually weighs hundreds of kilograms.
The people around him were stunned at this moment. They even forgot to check whether their student uniforms were stained with ink. Instead, they involuntarily shrugged their noses.
"Can you smell a scent?"
Someone asked a question, and someone immediately responded, with a hint of shock on their face.
Qiu Buchu and Fan Tixue had already stepped forward. They looked at the poem and were a little surprised when they smelled the strange fragrance that seemed to be spreading around them.
"This...could there be something strange about this poem?"
Someone raised a question, and Fan Tixue was the first to react. He stepped forward and stared at the spotless poems on a pile of debris. He read it slowly several times, and his face suddenly revealed a sudden realization.
"The dream of spring grass in this pond..."
"If I remember correctly, it should be an allusion from "The Biography of Xie Fangming" in "Southern History", and it is also a poem in Xie Lingyun's "Dengchichishanglou". It is borrowed here, but it is a vivid use of the eternal famous line praising the spring. To describe the beautiful years and youth as fleeting as a spring dream. How wonderful, how wonderful."
Fan Zhengxiong was worthy of mentioning his knowledge. At this moment, he immediately searched the content in his mind and immediately analyzed the meaning of this poem.
Xie Lingyun was a great poet in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and this poem is even more famous.
Unexpectedly, Song Mu could use such allusions in a few words. No wonder there is still a strange fragrance appearing when his talent is rising.
Throughout the ages, if you can make full use of allusions and add a finishing touch to your poems, unexpected situations can arise.
After hearing Fan Tixue's words, everyone's expressions changed slightly at the moment, and Cui Keke and others' eyes even flickered.
But at this time, a hearty laugh was heard, followed by a low sob.
Everyone looked around, and Song Mu also turned around, only to see the mature scholar just now, sitting on the ground holding a wine glass, still chanting Song Mu's poems.
"It's easy for a young person to learn, but it's hard for an old person to succeed. Reading... is not easy."
The scholar's words were so trembling that everyone felt shocked when they heard them, especially the elderly scholars who could not help but feel sad at this moment.
This sentence expresses the sadness of this scholar.
Some people pass the exam at a young age, while some people are still children in their old age.
Even Song Mu was a little moved at this moment, and everyone felt a little relieved in their hearts, not wanting to stop here.
The middle-aged scholar just said a sigh of relief, and then turned to look at Song Mu, his eyes even more grateful at this moment.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Song! One of your poems made me enlightened!"
With that said, the scholar stood up. His drunkenness had not subsided, but his cloudy eyes were already clear.
"No inch of time should be taken lightly. I, Wang Hai, have lived a life that is not hazy and have a clear conscience."
"But even if he is only half a hundred years old and becomes a scholar, Wang will not be disheartened! He will continue to study the books of sages!"
"We will definitely reach a higher level in the future!"
The scholar's tone was generous, and there were even more people in the audience cheering loudly. The scholars were full of enthusiasm at this moment. Fan Tixue and Qiu Zhifu were both quite surprised. Looking at everything in front of them, their eyes could not help but focus on On Song Mu's body.
This young man is truly extraordinary.
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