What is the use of writing poetry? First, I can’t get food to eat, second, I can’t get clothes, and third, I can’t exchange money.
Duan Wenjun felt that Duan Daxiong's words were very insightful.
Especially in this world where everything is inferior and only education is good, it is even more rare to have such an awareness.
Although writing poems and writing poems is spiritual food, it cannot be used as food after all.
Otherwise, the poet Li Bai and the poet Du Fu would not have lived in such poverty.
However, Duan Wenjun felt that his father was highly enlightened, but others did not.
In their eyes, Duan Daxiong is undoubtedly an alien.
Qin Feng's face became extremely ugly.
Some of the people sitting down had angry faces, and some started to curse.
Duan Daxiong's words are simply an insult to scholars.
"Duan Daxiong, you simply don't take Mr. Qin and Mr. Zhang seriously, or the scholars in the world." Lin Jingyun roared sternly.
He felt that now was his chance.
If you can step on Duan Daxiong hard, even if you can't get Zhang Sanfeng's attention, you can at least leave a deep impression on Zhang Sanfeng.
Moreover, he had a bad breath in his heart and wanted to vent it out.
A few months ago, he would have never dared to roar like this.
The Duan family is the richest man in Wangjiang, and the Lin family cooperates with the Duan family in many businesses.
Young Master Duan, who is ignorant and incompetent, does not take the Lin family seriously, which makes the Lin family angry.
Although the Lin family was annoyed, they did not dare to show it too much.
However, in order to save his son, Duan Daxiong sold all the cooperative projects to the Lin family and sold all the profitable shops in his hands.
Today, the Duan family has plummeted.
And the Lin family has become the richest man in Wangjiang.
Therefore, he wanted to trample the Duan family severely under his feet and vent all his years of grievances.
He took the lead.
He wanted to take this opportunity to step on Duan Daxiong hard.
But he didn't expect that Duan Daxiong didn't pay attention at all, but poured a glass of wine by himself and drank it all in one gulp.
Lin Jingyun was directly ignored by Duan Daxiong.
He was even more angry.
He couldn't wait to go over and kick Duan Daxiong hard.
However, he still resisted the urge in his heart.
Firstly, this was Qin Feng's banquet, and he knew he couldn't act too recklessly; secondly, he saw the miracle doctor Wang Yuanqing stood up and walked behind Duan Daxiong.
Wang Yuanqing gently pulled the hem of Duan Daxiong's clothes, "Fat Duan, you and Zhang Sanfeng were all things that happened more than ten years ago. Don't do this! Today is the teacher's birthday..."
Duan Wenjun was shocked when he heard this. Did he dare to fall in love with Fat Dad and Zhang Sanfeng before?
Duan Daxiong was also surprised, but what surprised him was that Wang Yuanqing said that today is Qin Feng's birthday...
Although Qin Feng didn't say that this banquet was a birthday banquet, it was a birthday after all. Although he made such a fuss, although it was aimed at Zhang Sanfeng, it did seem a bit unreasonable.
Duan Daxiong and Wang Yuanqing had a good relationship before.
In his heart, Wang Yuanqing was the person who saved his son's life and the benefactor.
Therefore, he believed Wang Yuanqing and listened to his words.
He lowered his head and glanced at Wang Yuanqing, "Then didn't you tell me earlier?"
"I thought you remembered!" Wang Yuanqing rolled his eyes at him.
Duan Daxiong glanced at Qin Feng secretly and fell silent.
"How about you write a poem to make him happy?" Wang Yuanqing said with a smile, "But I haven't heard you write a poem for many years."
"I really can't write shitty poems." Duan Daxiong was embarrassed.
Duan Daxiong's voice was not loud, but at this moment, the originally noisy banquet hall suddenly became quiet, making his voice appear extremely clear.
"Mr. Qin, since we make friends with literature, how can we let vulgar people like Duan Daxiong and his son come in? Isn't this an insult to gentlemen?" Zhou Wuci put on the posture of an old scholar and finally couldn't help but stand up.
His eyes were wide open and he stared at the Duan family and his son, as if they had done something outrageous.
"Isn't it just writing poetry? What's so difficult about it?" Duan Wenjun rolled his eyes at Zhou Wuci and answered directly.
Duan Daxiong was stunned, looked at him, and suddenly secretly complained in his heart.
He knew that Zhang Sanfeng was running against him, and his son was so angry that he wanted to show off, but this was also the occasion...
Writing poetry, if I had done it then, I would have been able to do it, but now, I really can’t do it anymore...
However, he couldn't help but be startled when he saw Duan Wenjun standing up calmly.
He suddenly remembered that Xiao Xingzi had said that after his son woke up, he wrote two poems and was praised by Wang Yuanqing.
Damn, your son can write poetry?
Wang Yuanqing's face showed a sly smile.
Isn’t it just poetry?
Such arrogant words immediately made everyone present feel angry, and Zhou Wuci even turned red with anger.
An ignorant and ignorant dandy can say such words without blushing or beating. Isn't this a provocation to scholars?
Hearing this sentence, Lin Jingyun couldn't help but snorted.
He was directly ignored by Duan Daxiong just now, and he was feeling unhappy.
At this moment, he hurriedly walked out, "I just listened to Brother Duan's words. Could it be that you already have a good sentence in your mind?"
His voice was so loud that it directly drowned out the people who were talking about it.
Everyone's eyes were drawn here again.
When they saw Lin Jingyun actually talking to Duan Wenjun, they all shook their heads.
After all, Duan Daxiong had studied at Sihai College for a few years before. He had some talents back then. Even though he had been neglected for so many years, he still had some foundation after all.
But this young man, besides being good at playing, no one has ever heard of him writing poetry...
"Isn't it just writing poetry? What's so great about it?" Duan Wenjun rolled his eyes at Lin Jingyun and repeated it again.
"Since Brother Duan is so confident, why not share your favorite words with everyone?" A bright smile appeared on Lin Jingyun's face.
Although the third brother Lin Jinglei said that Duan Wenjun seemed to have written two poems some time ago, and they were recognized by Wang Yuanqing.
However, he always felt that it was impossible.
If this dandy young master can write poetry, then a sow can climb a tree. Isn't this a joke?
Duan Wenjun smiled and slowly took a step forward.
Duan Daxiong wanted to pull him, but was stopped by Wang Yuanqing next to him.
Duan Wenjun walked to the center, bowed slightly to Qin Feng, and then ignored Zhang Sanfeng. "After the students heard that Mr. Qin came to Sihai College, he personally opened a courtyard in the back hill of the college, called Green Lake Pavilion?"
When everyone heard this, they thought it was nonsense.
No one in Wangjiang knew that Qin Feng lived in the back hill of Sihai College, called Green Lake Pavilion.
Not many people know what is going on inside.
All I know is that Qin Feng cultivated it with his own hands, hoe after hoe.
Qin Feng didn't know why Duan Wenjun asked this question, but he nodded anyway.
"Thank you, Mr. Qin!" Duan Wenjun nodded, "Then I will use this as the title to compose a song called "Returning to the Countryside, Green Lake Pavilion""
After saying that, he turned around and took a step slowly.
"The young man has no suitable rhymes, and his nature is to love mountains and hills. By mistake, he fell into the net of dust and was gone for thirty years."
Then, under the horrified eyes of everyone, he took the second step and read the second sentence.
"The tame birds miss the old forest, and the fish in the pond miss the old abyss. The wilderness in the south is opened up, and the clumsiness returns to the garden."
"The square house is four to five acres, and there are three or two thatched cottages. The elms and willows are shaded on the back eaves, and the peach and plum trees are in front of the hall."
"The distant village is warm, and the smoke is in the ruins. Dogs are barking in the deep lanes, and roosters are crowing on top of the mulberry trees."
"There is no dust in the courtyard, and there is plenty of leisure in the empty room. After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature."
Duan Wenjun took five steps in total and wrote five lines of poetry.
The whole elegant room was filled with dead silence.
The dandy eldest son of the Duan family has written a poem.
Moreover, this poem is so exquisite.
"Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!" Qin Feng was the first to react. He stood up and praised loudly.
This poem is indeed exquisite.
Moreover, no one would feel this way like Qin Feng.
Isn't this poem a true portrayal of him?
He concentrated on studying knowledge and was not good at interacting with others, and he did not like the intrigues in official circles.
He has been in officialdom for more than thirty years, but has not been able to adapt.
Perhaps it can only be said that it was a mistake for him to become an official in the court from the beginning.
Like a bird in a cage missing the forest where it once lived, and like a fish in a pond missing the deep pool where it once played, he yearned for his freedom.
Therefore, when he was only in his early fifties, he left the court and came to Wangjiang to set up the Sihai Academy.
He opened up the wasteland with his own hands, built the house with his own hands, and built the Green Lake Pavilion with his own hands.
However, Green Lake Villa does not have a lake, but is on a hill.
Just four or five acres of land and two or three thatched houses.
He already felt so satisfied.
Sitting in front of the thatched cottage, looking at the villages in the distance, looking at the smoke, thinking about many questions.
The world seemed so peaceful.
He felt that he had gotten the life he wanted.
He felt that he had become free and natural.
However, after listening to Duan Wenjun's poem, he felt that it was not the case.
He has not reached the state that Duan Wenjun said, where he is not bothered by trivial worldly things.
Otherwise, he would not be sitting here and holding this banquet.
The most important thing is the last sentence.
"After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature."
He felt that this was Duan Wenjun telling him that since he felt trapped in a cage with no freedom, why not just return to the forest?
He felt that what Duan Wenjun was talking about was not his person, but his heart...
No matter where a person is, if the heart is not freed from the cage, everything will be in vain.
This young man seemed to see things more clearly than himself.
