nickname? What is another name for snow?
Heavy snow? Xiaoxue? Very big snow?
Xie Shi, who had not yet started studying poetry, fell into confusion. The progress was not as good as others. Fang Peng and Wu Yue had blank expressions in their eyes.
Although Wang Lin, Zhao Zixin, and Xu Shouwen, who were enlightened early, had never seriously learned to write poetry, they had memorized many ancient poems. Listening to Master Xu's question, everyone recalled their memories.
Zhao Zixin took the lead and stood up: "Students know, six outs." He bowed to the master, and Shi Shiran recited, "A branch is gradually growing, and the six outs have opened together." "
Seeing Master Xu's satisfied expression, Zhao Zixin couldn't help but have a reserved smile on his face. He continued without thinking: "There is also jade sand: looking up at the southern border of the sky, the 'jade sand' is covered with long winds." "
Master Xu nodded frequently and glanced at Xu Shouwen, who was still silent, with a slightly dissatisfied look. In terms of ink in his chest, Xu Shouwen, who had a scholar's father who initiated him early, should be the number one among his brothers. Could it be that he was careless from the beginning? study?
Being swept by Master Xu's eyes, Xu Shouwen was immediately alert and continued to fish. Is his father afraid that he will punish him again? He quickly spoke actively: "I'll come, I'll come. Su Chen! The rising sun has turned clear, and the cold sky has lost its "Su Chen". "
The senior fellow apprentices had already spoken one after another, and Wang Lin, who had been silently thinking, slowly stood up and uttered: "...God will not hesitate to lose all the "Qionghua", and give him the title of Plum Blossom Jade without Fragrance. "
Not to be outdone, Zhao Zixin followed him and said, "Come and look at the green branches. There are a few "Hansu" flowers that refuse to disappear. "
As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Shouwen faced his father's death gaze and was forced to answer enthusiastically: "There are more, the strong wind blows the jade trees on both sides of the strait, and the bright moon shines on the "silver sand"! "
The three of them exchanged words with each other, and before they knew it, they had listed more than thirty different "aliases". Xie Shi, Fang Peng, and Wu Yue gradually became the atmosphere group, responsible for shouting "hello" from time to time.
"Awesome, Senior Brother Zhao is so powerful." Although he didn't understand, Zhao Zixinhui's poems were so many, Xie Shi explained passionately, "I defeated two Senior Brothers with my own strength and won a great victory!"
"Junior Brother Xu and Senior Brother Wang are also very impressive..."
The atmosphere trio chirped and clapped, expressing their admiration and admiration. However, Zhao Zixin, who was gradually getting better, came back to his senses.
Snow's nickname is just an introduction. Today's topic is undoubtedly Master's poem. Xu Shouwen and Wang Lin had already exhausted their poems about praising snow, but he was the only one who kept talking till now, turning the school into a performance stage for one person.
Zhao Zixin, who was so high-spirited just now, was so embarrassed that his ears turned red.
He was shocked and said: "Master, the student has lost his temper."
Master Xu was quite satisfied with his performance.
"It is a good thing to have the desire to win. On the road to the imperial examination, hundreds of teams compete for success. Only by holding on to the desire to win can you keep on rising and keep advancing bravely." After praising him, Master Xu reminded him, "But you can't just have the desire to win. Nor can you compete for victory all the time.”
Zhao Zixin responded quickly: "Students understand."
Master Xu knew that he didn't really understand.
——With only the desire to win, the world is small and the mind is narrow. Fighting to win all the time is too tiring for a lifetime.
In Xu Fuzi's view, Zhao Zixin was good at everything, but he was too competitive, while Xu Shouwen was just the opposite, with no enterprising spirit. It was a pity that the two personalities could not be reconciled.
After mentioning Zhao Zixin, Master Xu got to the point.
Holding the scroll in one hand, he opened the chapter with a clear meaning: "What is poetry? It started from "Wind", "Ya", and "Song", and then changed into "Li Sao", and then changed into five words. It also has a mixture of songs and lines, Shen, Song rhythm poetry. There are quatrains, miscellaneous words, three words, four words, five words, six words, seven words, nine words." *
"...the style of poetry has changed several times in ancient and modern times, and the format and rhythm may be different. In the final analysis, it is just moved by intention and inspired by feelings. The colors of mountains and rivers, wind, frost, rain and snow, can all be incorporated into poetry."
A series of poetic patterns made little stars pop up in front of Mengtong's eyes, but they understood Xu Fuzi's words.
In short, writing poetry is to express feelings in some form, and different poetry styles should conform to different formats and rhythms.
Master Xu slowed down and talked about the mainstream five-character, seven-character, quatrain, rhythmic verses, as well as the regularity of verses. At the end, he said: "...in short, seven-character verses are more difficult than five-character verses. Quatrains are more difficult than seven-character quatrains."*
Considering that the disciples were all beginners, he did not go into depth. He just summed it up casually and began to focus on catchy and simple rhymes.
In his depiction, the world of poetry unfolds to Xie Shi. Sky and earth, clouds and wind, morning fog and sunset, dawn and sunset, flowers, trees, green mountains and streams...the scenes that can be seen everywhere on weekdays are all endowed with different images.
If the repeated reading of "Three", "Hundred" and "Thousand" brought Xie Shi only the boredom of reading, then the complicated and romantic poetic images made him spread the wings of his imagination.
His consciousness kept wandering, and he seemed to experience the joy of wandering freely in the endless and bizarre dreams again.
Go up to the nine heavens, go down to the five oceans, embrace the bright moon, and ride on the Kunpeng!
Listening to the Master speak poetry was a kind of enjoyment for him. Xie Shiqing couldn't help but close her eyes and the corners of her mouth slightly raised.
The wholehearted appearance pleased Master Xu.
After talking about common poetic images, Master Xu is still planning to start with "snow". Today's heavy snowfall comes just in time. Master Xu took the opportunity to tell an allusion from the Eastern Jin Dynasty.
"In the Jin Dynasty, Taifu Xie An was discussing poetry with his nephews. It happened to be a heavy snow day, and he asked: 'What does the white snow look like?'" At this point, he paused and named Xie Shi: "Today Daxue, I saw you were so happy that you forgot about yourself while playing in the snow, tell me, what does this snow look like?"
He always felt that the master was secretly poking at him for taking the lead in playing in the snow and missing lunch school. Xie Shi secretly complained and stood up to answer. He rolled his eyes and looked very smart: "The God of Cookery made a mistake and sprinkled salt from the sky?" He muttered again, "I wonder if the gods are so salty?"
Xu Shouwen laughed out loud instantly. He pointed at Xie Shi and said with a smile, "I don't know whether the gods are salty or not, but they must think you are too lazy." He actually cared about whether the gods had eaten too much salt. Wasn't he too idle?
The two asked and answered each other, which was very interesting. Several other people in the hall couldn't help laughing after hearing this: "... Junior Brother is really a wonderful person! Junior Brother Xu is also a wonderful person!"
Master Xu coughed lightly, and the silence returned to the hall: "The feelings of ancient and modern times are actually the same. The nephew of Taifu Xie said, 'You can make a difference by spreading salt in the air.' You think of the same thing as him."
Hey. Xie Shi raised his chin proudly and accepted the master's compliment. He felt that he had thought more carefully. How could the sky sprinkle salt casually? The God of Cookery must have accidentally overturned his car.
Unexpectedly, Master Xu's words changed: "Yan Canglang once said: When learning poetry, you must first get rid of five vulgarities. The first is vulgar style, the second is vulgar meaning, the third is vulgar sentences, the fourth is vulgar words, and the fifth is vulgar rhyme."*
"Xie Taifu asked about this, and his niece replied: 'It's not like catkins blowing up due to the wind.' In comparison, the saying of spreading salt is lost in the world. Therefore, it is said that 'to learn poetry, you must first get rid of the five customs'."
Master Xu glanced at Xie Shi, who was listening attentively to the lecture: "If you want to write good poetry in the future, you must avoid shallow meanings and vulgar language."
Simple allusions and sharp contrasts allow students to intuitively understand the difference between "vulgar" and "elegant". Especially Xie Shi, the pride on his face turned into shock, and the shock turned into longing: "This niece of Taifu Xie is so amazing!"
He praised it bluntly without any literary talent.
The knowledge in poetry is indeed not shallow! Just talking about the "other name" of snow, a simple change will give people a very different image. He couldn't wait to learn more about the details of writing poetry.
In the first snow of winter, Xie Shi initially established his aesthetic appreciation of poetry and embarked on the path of poetry study.
It was a magnificent and fantastic new world.
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A few days into the life of memorizing books, studying poems, and practicing calligraphy, it was already the twentieth of the twelfth lunar month, the New Year was approaching, and the school had a holiday. Xie Shi finally ushered in a month-and-a-half holiday.
Although I have the New Year holiday, I still have a lot of homework. Endorsement is secondary, the main task is to draw red and practice big calligraphy. As Xie Shi grew older, he had more and more calligraphy lessons. Even if I am on vacation, I still have to write ten large characters every day.
It was freezing cold, and it was difficult to write big characters with a brush in hand. Within a quarter of an hour, Xie Shi felt that his ten fingers were almost frozen.
He brought his hands together to his mouth, blowing hot air, looking at his fingers that were about to freeze into carrots, his face fell.
What kind of new form of torture is writing big letters in winter?
Even the gloves carefully sewn by his two sisters could not offset the pain of his fingers being turned red from the cold. However, he is not proficient enough. If he wants to write large characters well, he writes every word extremely slowly. He doesn't know how long it will take to finish ten large characters. I'm afraid I won't be able to use my fingers after writing!
After learning from the pain, Xie Shi made up his mind.
Falling asleep late at night, he went straight to the virtual study room, which he had only used once: "——I want to practice calligraphy!"
The fat civet cat was shocked: Has the host changed gender?
Xie Shi had his plan: practicing calligraphy in winter was too painful, so it was better to improve his proficiency in the virtual study room first. If you practice for a few hours at night, you will naturally be able to write quickly and well during the day!
Facts have proved that Xie Shi's plan was successful.
After practicing in the virtual study room, he was able to get into the mood with just a few strokes of the brush during the next day. Not only did he write well, but the time to complete ten large characters was shortened by half.
Xie Shi's favorable impression of the virtual study room gradually increased. Spending time in the virtual study room all day long, the average daily output is three credits.
Seeing this, the fat civet cat couldn't help but joke: "Who said that no overtime workers would be allowed to do any overtime? Who vowed never to study on his own?" ]
Xiaotuanzi looked around but ignored it.
——Hehe, the virtual study room is so delicious!
