"What a lonely person. When did this bastard become so talented?" Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes lit up.
Wang Gouer was completely dumbfounded. If the song "Painting" just now was a first-class masterpiece, then this song "Jiang Xue" is definitely a quatrain that has been passed down through the ages.
Just reading it through once, you can feel the loneliness in the poem.
It's just that this Yang Ji is so useless, giving up so easily!
It's so shameful that he is still known as the Four Elites in Wuzhong!
At this time, everyone below was still immersed in the loneliness of millions of people. Gao Qi stood up and said, "The common people are good at poetry and lyrics. Please give me some advice from King Wu!"
Zhu Jun said calmly: "Don't waste time, fight quickly, I have to rush back to take a nap!"
Gao Qi was unhappy, but he didn't dare to be as contemptuous as before.
How can people who can write poems like "Jiang Snow" be vulgar?
As for whether Zhu Jun bought this poem, that scholar was kicked in the head by a donkey and sold such quatrains worth tens of thousands of gold to others?
With this poetic talent, he has already become famous all over the world.
Therefore, this must have been done by Zhu Jun himself. It seems that the outside world's evaluation of King Wu is not necessarily true.
The arrogance of King Wu may be more than just arrogance. If he could write such poems, he would probably not be more humble than King Wu.
"Then you're welcome!" Gao Qi stepped forward, wrote and started writing, without any sloppiness!
Everyone also came back to their senses from the "millions of loneliness" just now, and looked at Gao Qi intently.
After a few breaths, Gao Qi stopped writing and said, "Please ask King Wu for advice on fishing words!"
Wei Guan stepped forward and recited aloud: "The net in the back sank and the net in front was raised. The couple was born to fish for water. Suddenly they were surprised that the weight of the net was difficult to pull, and the boat was filled with joy when they caught a lot of fish."
Don't teach me to sell it to Nanjin, and worship the water god at the head of the river. May God be the master every year and let the whole family sleep in the misty rain if nothing happens.
Regardless of whether the fish in the city are high or low, they will not complain if they get wine in exchange for it. "
"Good words!" Zhang Yu couldn't help stroking his palms, and everyone immediately praised him.
Gao Qi served as an official for three years and lived in seclusion in Qingqiu. Most of the poems he wrote were about farmers' injustice.
Just like this fishing poem, it is indeed good and describes the couple fishing in the country very well.
Zhu Yu couldn't help but nod, this fishing poem is indeed good.
I just don’t know how Zhu Jun will respond.
"Brother Six, come on!" Zhu Zhen secretly cheered Zhu Jun.
Zhu Jun didn't waste any time and stepped forward to write.
When everyone saw this, they were stunned again. Isn't this something that you don't need to think about?
When did writing poetry become so easy?
Gao Qi couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. Zhu Jun's calm look made him a little nervous.
As the saying goes, literature is not the first, martial arts is not the second. In the past, literati were the toughest, but today, Zhu Jun's calm and free look showed him a true wild scribe.
Were the scribes thousands of years ago also so arrogant?
Gao Qi was very confused, and everyone was standing on tiptoe to see Zhu Jun's masterpiece.
Yang Ji, who had already lost, shamelessly stood aside and watched.
Whenever Zhu Jun finished writing a sentence, his heart sank. When Zhu Jun stopped writing, he closed his eyes in despair.
"No comparison, no comparison!" Yang Ji said in despair.
Zhu Jun threw the pen somewhere, "Poetry: "Viewing the Cutting of Wheat"", please enlighten me!
Wei Guan didn't understand why Yang Ji closed his eyes, but when he stepped forward and saw this poem, he understood why Yang Ji closed his eyes with a look of despair on his face.
At this moment, he was indescribably shocked. He was happy that he could see such a poem, but what was disappointing was that this kind of poem was actually written by Zhu Jun.
"Scholar Wei, don't be stunned and read quickly!"
Everyone was anxious and urged.
Wei Guan sighed quietly, and then recited: "The Tian family has a leisurely month, but in May people are twice as busy.
At night, the south wind blows, and the wheat is covered with yellow.
The women carry baskets of food, and the children carry pots of pulp.
When I went to the salary field, Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.
My feet are steaming and rustic, my back is scorching with the scorching sky,
I’m exhausted and don’t know how hot it is, but I’m glad the summer is long.
Again there was a poor woman with her son beside her,
The right hand holds the earrings, and the left arm hangs a basket.
Hearing his words of care makes those who hear them feel sad.
When all the taxes on the family fields are exhausted, this is left to satisfy the hunger.
What merit do I have now? I once did not work in farming and mulberry trees.
An official's salary is fifty thousand dan, and he has a surplus of food every year.
I feel ashamed thinking about this, and I will never forget it. "
This poem is very long, much longer than the fishing poem.
Gao Qi writes about fishermen, while Zhu Jun writes about farmers.
The general meaning is: Farmers rarely have free months, and people are even busier in May.
A southerly wind blew during the night, and the wheat covering the field ridges had matured and turned yellow.
Women carried meals in bamboo baskets and children carried water in pots, following each other to the fields to deliver meals.
The men harvesting wheat are all in Nangang.
Their feet were fumigated by the heat from the ground, and their spines were basking in the hot sun.
Exhausted, it’s as if I don’t know the weather is hot, and I just cherish the long summer. I also saw a poor woman standing next to the wheat cutter with her child in her arms, picking up the fallen ears of wheat in her right hand, and a broken basket hanging on her left arm.
Listening to her talk while looking at others, everyone who heard her felt sad for her.
Because of the rent and taxes, all the farmland in the family was sold, so they had to pick up some ears of wheat to satisfy their hunger.
What merits and virtues do I have now? I have never been engaged in agricultural production.
He received a salary of 50,000 shi rice a year, and there was still enough food left at the end of the year.
I feel ashamed when I think of these things, and I can't forget them all day long.
A poem vividly describes the pity and sorrow of farmers.
Especially those two sentences: "The official salary is fifty thousand dan, and there is more food every year. I feel ashamed when I think of this, and I will never forget it."
It makes people feel a sense of admiration for Zhu Jun.
If it were anyone else, he might have been faking it, but Zhu Jun had never bullied the people. On the contrary, he was known to treat the people well. There were no less than hundreds of thousands of people who had benefited from him.
In Fengyang, what common people don’t say good things about King Wu?
This is what King Wu said and what he did, which makes people convinced!
Zhu Yu read Zhu Jun's poems with a look of relief on his face, "Okay, it's really good!"
This younger brother of his has the heart of a Bodhisattva and the means of a Vajra, which is really great.
Ma Daguo has an average culture, but he can tell from the shocked expressions of others that this poem is far better than the "Fishing Ci".
Song Lian and others were speechless as they were all brought in by the artistic conception of Zhu Jun's poem.
Gao Qi's eyes were even more complicated. He asked himself that he cared about the people. When he compared Zhu Jun today, he found that he was too narrow-minded.
"This poem by me may be comparable to your "Fishing Ci"?" Zhu Jun asked lightly.
Gao Qi sighed, "His Royal Highness King Wu cares about the people, and the common people are convinced!"
"Are you convinced or do you admit defeat?"
"I am convinced, but also admit defeat!" Gao Qi laughed at himself, "I have written poems all my life, but none of them are as good as His Highness's "Viewing the Wheat". When I saw it today, I realized that I was sitting in a well and looking at the sky. The talent of the King of Wu, Gao Qi was convinced. !”
As soon as the words fell, everyone was in an uproar!
