Fifteen students were seated in the classroom study room. In the quiet night, there were only classroom lights and a plate of awakening incense was lit on the podium. As a few green smoke drifted away, the whole picture became more scholarly.
The students each prepared paper and pens.
Since the school had no special requirements, Bai Song still took out his charcoal pen as preparation.
Bai Song sat upright, looking at the darkness outside, feeling a little anxious. He didn't know if Qing'er, who was waiting outside, was impatient.
"Hey!" came a small voice.
Bai Song turned his head and saw that it was the little brother from the Yu family sitting next to him.
Bai Song was sitting in the corner of the last row, and no one noticed the movement here.
Bai Song showed a puzzled expression, and the little brother's eyes turned into crescent moons as he looked at Bai Song stupidly: "You know so much."
Bai Song didn't know how to respond, so he just nodded.
The little brother looked at Bai Song's desktop again and asked, "Is that your pen? It's so strange, can I have a look?"
"Maybe later."
"That's right, the exam is coming soon, I can't affect you. You have to work hard, you will definitely get the first place in the final round. You are the best among the people here."
"First? Go ahead and dream!" Changsun Huan, who was sitting in front of Bai Song, turned around disdainfully and glanced at Bai Song and his little brother.
The little brother raised his eyebrows, and his tone rose a bit, becoming much more slender: "Don't look down on others!"
As soon as the words came out, the little brother quickly covered his mouth, knowing that he was too loud.
In an instant, everyone turned around, and Yu Ji glared at his younger brother, which was quite charming in Bai Song's eyes.
The little brother didn't dare to say anything anymore, but still gave Changsun Huan a wary look unconvinced.
Changsun Huan didn't care at all, and still maintained his arrogance and disdain, as if he had no idea how miserable he screamed when he was injured just now.
"This country bumpkin wrote a limerick, and it was because of Princess Runan. I heard that the second round of paintings was just opportunistic, and the third round just now was based on what he had seen in the countryside. He was able to get to the last place. Wheel, it's all about luck.
As for this last round, relying on luck and confusion is obviously not enough. The examiner had quietly explained before that this last round would not be about making money, but about orthodox literary skills and returning to the right path. This boy obviously couldn't do it. Haven't you heard the rumors from Jixian County? This guy has no knowledge of literature, but he became an exceptional scholar by writing about water conservancy projects!
It's funny to think about it. It's okay for him to be a water officer, but to come to Yongxing College to study essays is totally wrong. In my opinion, everyone here is better than him. Apart from this kid, no one else is more qualified for this bottom position.
As for the number one position..."
As he spoke, Changsun Huan opened the fan he had repaired and shook his head coquettishly.
"Have you seen this inscription? Based on this inscription alone, it must be my eldest grandson Huan."
"Bah! Master...Mr. Bosch will not use your fan as evidence!"
"Huh, if you don't believe me, let's just wait and see."
Bai Song sat between the two of them. Both of them were talking about themselves, but Bai Song didn't take it to heart.
At this time, Yu Shinan slowly entered and everyone sat up straight.
The previous examiner then entered and spoke to everyone: "The last round of exams, the topic and lyrics, the title of the lyrics is "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", the time is one stick of incense, start now."
Water tune singer!
Bai Song's mind exploded, and the eternal poem "When will the bright moon come, ask the sky for wine" suddenly appeared in his mind.
At this time, Bai Song was so excited that he was sweating, and the hand holding the pen was trembling.
In today's test, except for the difficulty of writing poems in the first round, the second and third rounds were given for free. In the fourth round, I didn't expect to encounter another question with a bonus, and the answers were already written on the questions. Send score questions.
Is there really such a good thing in the world?
Bai Song scratched his head hard, feeling that his luck was so good that he couldn't believe it.
Is it still necessary to write a water melody song?
One stick of incense time?
Bai Song could write down the masterpieces of the ages with just one breath.
If you stand up and shout loudly at this time, I don’t need to write, the lyrics are already completed!
Then he recited it in public and even sung it to the tune.
It is estimated that the horror in the audience will reach the highest level in history at that time. It is estimated that the little villain Changsun Huan was directly purified by his own literature, directly became his little fanboy, and then slapped himself in the face and said with tears that I was wrong, boss. .
Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" came out. During the examination of Yongxing College, it is expected to spread all over the world soon, shocking the government and the public. Bai Song himself was duly crowned the best talent in the world.
This is a flip-flop plot!
Doesn’t it smell too strong? !
Bai Song giggled, feeling that it was too outrageous for things to develop like this.
Everything he pursues is still low-key and should not be read out in public.
Then, Bai Song lowered his head and wrote quickly, with the charcoal pen swiping on the paper. He only regretted that his hands could not keep up with the speed of his brain, and wished that he had to write out the eternal famous poems of the poet sage faster.
The moment Bai Song heard the title, he had fallen into silence in his own world and lost consciousness of everything around him.
While Bai Song was busy writing, he was completely unaware that a little fanboy beside him was watching Bai Song's every move, looking like a nymphomaniac, and his little mouth was grinning crookedly.
Less than two minutes passed.
After writing more than half of "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", Bai Song paused and suddenly frowned for some reason.
When will the bright moon appear? Ask the sky for wine. I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky? I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid that it's too cold in the high places...
Looking at the familiar words in front of him, Bai Song felt a little disappointed.
"What am I doing here? Is it just to shock these ancients by borrowing other people's works?"
Bai Song frowned and took out a piece of paper. On it was the crab poem written in the first round.
That last sentence stood out before my eyes.
There is no longitude or latitude in the pleasure of life, so why fear the East China Sea for ginger soup...
There is no longitude or latitude in the joy of life, so why fear the East China Sea for ginger soup!
"I can write poems myself! Why should I rely on the works of others?! I am here to learn ancient Chinese. Since I am learning, I have to rely on what I have learned!"
Bai Song looked at the words written in his pen again, and his heart changed.
He does not object to copying poems, but it should be done in some more casual situations, such as a joke, revealed casually, or conveyed through the mouth of others, with the intention of spreading some famous poems that have been spread to the world earlier. mouth, thereby stimulating the current literati to create better.
But if we use the famous works of our predecessors to win in such a serious examination hall, how fair is it to those literati who shed tears because they left the field?
For Bai Song himself, if he becomes famous today through Su Shi's works, it will be an indelible shadow on his academic journey!
Today's exam, just a few scenes, left a mark on Bai Song's heart.
Bai Song still remembers how heartily he wrote "There is no longitude or latitude in the joy of life, why fear the East China Sea for ginger soup!" He also remembers the tears shed by the literati who encouraged each other when saying goodbye to Xie Shang.
Before today, literature was just a game in Bai Song's heart. After today, literature is real literature.
Picking up the pen again, Bai Song wants to try to use his own understanding and ability to truly write his own "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" in accordance with the requirements of the exam. Maybe it will have a flash of inspiration like a crab poem.
For this reason, Bai Song fell into deep thought.
A stick of incense is too long.
A stick of incense is too short.
There is no new game on Bai Song's answer sheet.
From the beginning of writing vigorously, to the long-term silence and entanglement.
Bai Song fell into an unsolvable dilemma.
Su Xian's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" is like an insurmountable mountain in Bai Song's heart. No matter what he thinks or how he compiles it, he can never write even half a sentence that he is slightly satisfied with.
Even the crab poem I wrote is as insignificant as dust compared to Su Dongpo's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou".
Only by writing and thinking about it can we feel the magnificence and unattainableness of the pen and ink written by ancient and modern saints.
This is "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"!
An article that has been passed down through the ages and engraved in the bones of the Chinese nation!
Bai Song didn't know that this work was okay. He knew in his heart that there was such an unsurpassable work, but it was too difficult to force his own words and sentences.
Because no matter how he writes, Bai Song will always inadvertently compare it with Su Shi. No matter what kind of poem Bai Song writes, in front of Su Shi, it will feel childish and like a joke.
Bai Song's face turned livid, and the hand holding the pen became more and more trembling, but time passed by minute by second, and he saw that the incense had burned to the end...
Bai Song lowered his head, his cheeks were tense, his teeth were almost broken, and he was sweating profusely without even realizing it!
"I can't write it! I can never write it! There's no way! There's no way!"
At the last moment, Bai Song could only bow to reality, and finally realized that he was not a genius. The crab poem was just a flash of inspiration, a time traveler. If he did not stand on the shoulders of his predecessors, he would be just a grain of sand in the world, insignificant...
So insignificant!
After the incense burned out, Bai Song finally wrote the last sentence.
Nung, moon and new moon.
The moment he stopped writing, Bai Song held back his heart. When he woke up, he found that he was already bursting into tears!
Today's test shattered Bai Song's arrogance as a time traveler. I thought of every name left in the long river of history, under the vast waves, like mountains weighing Bai Song breathless, and like lighthouses one after another. It pointed out the path that Bai Song was pursuing!
Bai Song had a dream in his heart, hoping that one day his works would be reviewed by those whose names would be passed down through the ages.
If history can really be changed, Bai Song hopes that his signature will be left in the book at some point.
"Stop writing and hand in the paper!"
The examiner shouted and everyone returned to reality.
"What’s wrong with you?"
The little brother next to him asked with concern.
The little brothers are all stupid, how can they make people cry during the exam?
Why did this little brother suddenly cry like a cat?
The little brother was so anxious that he thought he had failed to answer the final test, but there was clearly writing on his paper, so he stood on tiptoe and looked at it.
This glance can last forever!
Because in the next moment, Bai Song wiped the test paper like crazy!
Even if you hand in a blank paper, you won’t let the works of your predecessors vindicate you!
