Zhang Zhou completed his "masterpiece" under the gaze of everyone.
The onlookers did not admire the shocking work, nor did they ridicule or disdain...because this poem is a "different" work from any angle.
It is not packed with gorgeous words or fancy descriptions of scenes, but instead seems to describe a kind of life.
It doesn’t have the lofty sentiments that make one’s heart swell at first reading, but it has the petty bourgeois sentiment of “picking chrysanthemums and leisurely seeing the southern mountains under the eastern fence”.
This year.
The writing must be parallel, the writing must be elegant, and the poetry must be retro.
How many people around me have ever seen Zhang Zhou’s elegant and mass-oriented poems?
But when it comes to criticism, the transcendent artistic conception contained in it is vividly reflected on the page. It is exactly the kind of novel work that wants to praise but cannot find a good point, and wants to disparage but cannot find an entry point.
So much so that Zhang Zhou finished writing.
The scholars present did not comment on whether it was good or bad, they all looked at each other in confusion.
There was a kind of question in those eyes: "What is this?"
"Everyone, I've finished my poem and I'll say goodbye!"
Zhang Zhou seemed to have accomplished such a trivial task and turned to leave.
Someone is pushing Shuntian Mansion Jieyuan Sun Qing, meaning that if you don't come out to stop him, you can show your talent by the way?
Although Sun Qing was only fifteen years old, his talent was not something he could boast about. The second-place finisher in the Ming Dynasty four years later shook his head and said that he was not sure of winning this competition.
Zhang Zhou smiled at Sun Qing.
Although they are opponents on the court, off the court... Zhang Zhou thinks this young man is quite cute. He should be the kind who is shy and introverted and not very sociable, but has to go out to socialize after passing the exam. people.
Sun Qing is a young talent, and Zhang Zhou, as a "senior", feels that he can talk to him later.
"Please give way!"
Zhang Zhou and Zhu Feng walked through the crowd and came out, all the way to the carriage. Compared to the bustling crowd and excitement when he entered, the scene was quieter when he came out.
No scholar would rush out to comment.
After Zhang Zhou left, the scene felt like a frying pan.
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"What are his poems like?"
"Oh! It's hard to say!"
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Zhang Zhou left the scene, and Zhu Youtang and his son and Cheng Minzheng, who were sitting in the attic of the Confucian Temple half a street away, finally got the original lines of the poem from Dongchang Fanzi.
Xiao Jing smiled and said: "Your Majesty, this is the poem Mr. Zhang wrote on the spot outside Beiyong."
In duplicate.
One copy was sent to the emperor, and the other was placed in front of Cheng Minzheng.
Zhu Youtang looked interested.
Zhu Houzhao glanced forward. It was not easy for him to appreciate a poem with his talent and learning. He read a few sentences and frowned: "Father, why are the whole poem full of words like peach blossom and peach tree? This is a poem." ?"
Cheng Minzheng was also reading this poem, and he couldn't help but look up when he heard the words.
Zhu Houzhao's evaluation probably represents the most intuitive impression of this poem by ordinary people who do not understand poetry.
It looks like a poem, but it doesn't seem to be a poem. Even the rhythm and rhyme are problematic.
If this kind of poem were written by ordinary people, they would not be scolded in the ditch. But the person who wrote the poem was Jieyuan who was in the Jiangnan Provincial Examination of the Ming Dynasty, and he wrote it in the literary competition venue... This is very unique.
After Zhu Youtang finished reading, the smile on his face did not diminish. He did not comment, but asked Cheng Minzheng with a smile: "Cheng Qing's family, what do you think?"
After thinking about it, Cheng Minzheng simply nodded: "Okay!"
Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Cheng, do you think this poem is well written? No?"
Among the people present, the one with the most knowledge and the best appreciation of poetry was Cheng Minzheng.
But obviously Cheng Minzheng's "good" is not a completely positive evaluation.
Cheng Minzheng shook his head and said: "What I said is good, I mean that the artistic conception and charm of this poem are masterpieces of the world. But..."
Zhu Youtang smiled and said: "There are no outsiders, no rules for the emperor and his ministers, it's okay for Cheng Qing's family to just say so."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Cheng Minzheng spoke freely at this time, "I think this poem is good, but it does not seem to be written by a young and knowledgeable Jie Yuan who is ambitious and has a bright future. It is more like a poem that reflects the desolation of middle-aged people." Returning guests, chatting about masturbating and expressing feelings about life. I really can’t imagine what kind of situation and mentality he had in writing this poem.”
"Um."
Zhu Youtang also looked down at the poem and nodded slightly, seeming to agree with Cheng Minzheng's statement.
Tang Yin's poem Peach Blossom Temple can be said to be a masterpiece of poetry in the entire Ming Dynasty.
But looking at the current dynasty, it is not conspicuous. The reason why this poem has been passed down through the ages is mainly because of the encounters in Tang Yin's life, which makes people sigh when reading it.
If this was just the work of a young talent, it would be more like "moaning for no reason."
"The poem is good, but the meaning is wrong. Is this what Cheng Qing's family meant?" Zhu Youtang summed it up.
Cheng Minzheng quickly stood up and saluted: "Your Majesty, I don't know Zhang Zhou's experience, so this is just my humble opinion. I hope your Majesty won't be offended."
Zhu Youtang said: "What are you saying about Cheng Qing's family? We were originally discussing poetry with you, how could I blame you? But in my opinion, this seems to be a twilight work in a desolate and sad spring. Why is Cheng Qing’s family said to be a middle-aged novel?”
The monarchs and ministers began to discuss in detail whether this poem was about middle age or old age.
Cheng Minzheng smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Obviously this is difficult to judge, it is just a subjective understanding.
"I just have this feeling. Maybe people will not have such a longing to pursue life in their later years. Instead, after experiencing half a life of desolation, they still have some expectations for life. But Your Majesty, this is Zhang Zhou's work. Will..."
Cheng Minzheng wanted to say, does it make sense for us to discuss whether it is a work for middle age or old age?
This poem was clearly written by a young man.
Zhu Youtang laughed and said: "What you said to Cheng Qing's family made me even want to ask Zhang Bingkuan myself why he wrote such a desolate work as a young and ambitious person. He did not seek wealth and was willing to be poor... …I haven’t treated him badly. Could it be that he has lost confidence in taking the imperial examination in the future and is planning to return to Nanjing to plant peach blossoms?”
"hiss……"
Cheng Minzheng took a breath of cold air, feeling extremely horrified.
Sure enough, there is something fishy in it.
The way the emperor got along with Zhang Zhou was not something he, a Hanlin scholar, could understand. From what the emperor meant, the relationship between the emperor and Zhang Zhou was very close.
"Where's Bingkuan?" Zhu Youtang looked at Xiao Jing, probably wanting to call him over to ask him clearly.
Xiao Jing said: "Your Majesty, Mr. Zhang should have returned home."
Zhu Youtang sighed: "That's a pity, otherwise I would just call him over and let him make some annotations by himself. Cheng Qing's house, I won't disturb you anymore. You can go back to the Hanlin Academy first."
"yes!"
Cheng Minzheng saluted and was about to leave.
"Dai Yi, you sent someone to give my reward to Cheng Qing's family. Today, Cheng Qing's family came with me to appreciate poems. I have nothing to give as a gift. I got a painting earlier. I am not a person who understands painting, so I Forwarded to you!"
Although Cheng Minzheng didn't know what painting the emperor wanted to give to him, since it was a gift from the emperor, even if it was just a blank piece of paper, it was still a gift.
"I am ashamed of myself."
Cheng Minzheng looked horrified.
Zhu Youtang smiled and said: "Are you worthy of this famous connoisseur of poetry and painting in the Ming Dynasty? Is there anyone else besides you? Scholarship, imperial edicts, and compilation of classics are also your strengths. The Hanlin who stayed in the library is very interested in you. A lot of praise, but you have to learn more about how to govern the country in the future, so as not to lose the role of a benevolent minister."
"Old minister, I obey."
Cheng Minzheng was very excited.
How much admiration does the emperor have to say this to him?
Just such encouragement, without giving anything, would probably make him more motivated to shine for the Ming Dynasty.
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On the carriage of Duke Chengguo.
Zhu Feng was praising Zhang Zhou: "...Brother Zhang's poems are absolutely unparalleled in the world. Guan Bao made those people vomit three liters of blood and couldn't catch him!"
Zhang Zhou couldn't help but frown after hearing this.
What kind of knowledge does Zhu Feng have? Compliments are so lame, but flattering also requires correct posture, okay?
"Is this still good?" Zhang Zhou looked disdainful, "I just used it casually. There is a better one, but I haven't taken action yet."
"What?"
Zhu Feng originally wanted to make his flattery more concise, but after listening to Zhang Zhou's words, he didn't even bother to flatter him.
Is there anything better?
Doesn't that mean that if you ask Zhang Zhou for a poem or two, you can become famous in the academic world through poetry?
"Brother Zhang, what's better? Can you give me some advice?" Zhu Feng said with a shy face, not feeling that she was being rude at all.
Zhang Zhou ignored Zhu Feng and continued to rest with his eyes closed.
Although after the middle of the Ming Dynasty, the level of poetry creation in China was far less than that of the Tang and Song Dynasties, and there were only a handful of masterpieces that have been handed down, there were still some who could stand on the stage. Yang Sheng'an, who is now ten years old, is recognized as the most talented person in the Ming Dynasty. There are also "Nalan Ci" by Nalan Rongruo, which is famous for its elegance, and "Bamboo and Stone" by Zheng Banqiao, as well as "talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and each has been leading the way for hundreds of years" and so on.
If the purpose is just to gain temporary fame, showing these cards seems to be more catchy than Tang Yin's "Poetry of Peach Blossom Temple".
But what Zhang Zhou has to do now is to suppress Tang Yin's pride.
Using Tang Yin's poems can best achieve the effect.
Zhang Zhou wanted to say, am I participating in a competition? I attended two of them! Tang Yin's intention of planting peach blossoms was not after he was able to break his sword and sink into the sand. This was an idea he had long ago.
Creating a psychological shadow on Tang Yin is exactly what I am good at!
"Brother Zhang, where are we going?"
"Just drop me off at the street corner. I have to go to the workshop. In addition, you can go to the platform factory to supervise the purchase of goods. There must be no mistakes in the wood and stone materials provided by the Zhou family."
"Okay!"
Each has their own division of labor.
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At the same time, Zhu Youtang took Zhu Houzhao, Dai Yi, Xiao Jing and others to Zhang Zhou's residence in the capital, which was the one given by the emperor.
Of course, the emperor could not visit in person.
Instead, he reserved a teahouse at the intersection of the street and asked someone to tell Zhang Zhou to come out and meet him.
"Father, let me go. I want to see where he lives."
"No nonsense!"
"Your Majesty, I'm not fooling around. Didn't you always say that I should be more aware of the people's sentiments? I'll go to Zhang Zhou's house and have a closer look."
Zhu Houzhao was very insistent.
Zhu Youtang was in a good mood and did not refuse.
After all, it is very deserted here, there are not many people on the outer streets, and there are dozens of Jinyi guards protecting Zhu Houzhao, so there can be no problem.
Besides, letting Zhu Houzhao know about Zhang Zhou's living situation seems to be a way to have a heart-to-heart relationship.
Zhu Youtang's dependence on Zhang Zhou is getting stronger and stronger.
