As soon as Su Yu said these words, everyone present looked at him suspiciously.
The imperial examinations of this dynasty did not pay much attention to poetry.
The article is the most important thing.
Therefore, poetry and other things are only studied specifically by people from good family backgrounds who have been enlightened since childhood and are literate early.
Most readers with ordinary backgrounds will learn it simply because they require sentence counterpoint and rhyme when writing articles.
The rest of the time is spent researching articles.
Su Yu was just a farmer, and his family conditions were not good.
I heard that the expenses for taking the imperial examination were all paid for by his relatives.
Under such conditions, Su Yu had never had any reputation before.
Not to mention, he has failed for the fifth time now.
If he really had this talent for poetry, his road to the imperial examination wouldn't have been so bumpy, right?
Just like this, a person who has failed five times in a row wants to give his poems to people who have better grades than him and who have studied poetry more than him?
Don't take out that poem and make Zhang Wenyuan embarrassed.
Zhang Wenyuan himself was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer.
The other three people all had different expressions and looked like they had a lot to complain about.
"this......"
Zhang Wenyuan said with some embarrassment: "I have never heard of you, Brother Su, doing research on poetry before?"
Song Youming was not so euphemistic and said bluntly: "Brother Wenyuan enlightened earlier than us and read more books. He even said that he was not good at writing poetry."
"Su Yu, is this poem of yours good or not?"
Not to mention Zhang Wenyuan, their poems are probably not very good either.
The other two people who failed the exam did not speak.
But there was also approval in his eyes.
Su Yu knew what they were thinking.
Doubt is certain.
Of course the original owner had no research in this area.
But it doesn't matter.
Now that he says it is, then of course it is.
Su Yu smiled and said, "I will occasionally do some research at home when I have nothing to do."
"I originally thought that after the academy had tried it, I could use it to thank the prefect and academic master for their teachings at the banquet."
"But I'm ashamed. I failed the Tongsheng test this time, so I won't be able to use it for the time being."
Su Yu couldn't help but complain in his heart.
The promised reward from heaven.
The original owner was so diligent that he spent his life studying.
As a result, he failed repeatedly.
I don’t know if I will fail again if I continue to take the exam next year.
He added: "Anyway, this poem was given to me as a gift."
"If Brother Wenyuan feels bad, just don't use it."
If you think it's good, you will naturally take the initiative to give a polishing fee within your ability.
They are all scholars, so there is no need to elaborate on such things.
Poetry is an elegant matter.
Everyone has a tacit understanding and will not take the initiative to mention these yellow and white things.
Zhang Wenyuan, who was still suspicious at first, felt uncomfortable refusing after hearing Su Yu's words.
It is indeed up to him to decide whether to use it or not.
At worst, if the writing is really bad, he will just give some.
At that time, he said that he had found a husband at home to polish a song for him, so he didn’t use his.
Zhang Wenyuan nodded and said: "In that case, please brother Su, please write it down and we can taste it together."
Since Zhang Wenyuan said so, no one else said anything else.
Zhang Wenyuan asked his boy to take the four treasures of the study and spread them out directly on the table.
Sharpen the ink again.
Under the gaze of Zhang Wenyuan and others, Su Yu calmly picked up the brush and dipped it in ink.
After thinking for a while, I quickly started writing.
Su Yu had the memory of the original owner, and he also practiced calligraphy in his previous life.
Therefore, writing is not difficult for him.
As the nib of the nimble pen turns, each word appears on the paper.
This inn is basically occupied by candidates who came to take the provincial examination like Su Yu and others.
Just after the rankings were released, it was almost time to eat.
Everyone was sitting in the lobby, discussing their results.
Some are happy, some are dejected, and some are indifferent.
No one cared about what Su Yu and the others were doing at this table.
do not know either.
Su Yu, a poor man from a farm family who had failed the exam five times in a row, was about to give his "masterpiece" to his classmate who had passed the Tongsheng Examination for the first time and had much better grades than him.
"Huh? The word Su Yu is pretty good, right?"
Among several people, only Song Youming and Su Yu were from the same academy.
But for this classmate who had failed the exam four times before, Song Youming actually didn't pay much attention to Su Yu.
When he saw Su Yu writing, with his upright posture and straight back, and when he saw the slightly elegant words, Song Youming couldn't help but exclaimed.
"This looks like a calligraphy skill that can only be mastered after many years of practice."
The county examination was the first examination of the imperial examination.
This exam is actually not difficult.
Generally speaking, the handwriting is good and the article has basic organization, so the examiner will basically give it a pass.
As far as Su Yu's handwriting is concerned, as long as his writing isn't completely crooked, the county exam will basically be fine.
When it comes to the prefecture examination, as the prefect is the examiner, the requirements will naturally be higher.
But Su Yu has been taking the exam for so many years, so he has a lot of experience.
The handwriting is good, but I still fail the exam many times.
This can only show that Su Yu's articles are so bad that I can't even read them.
For someone whose writing is so bad, there is no such thing as dialogue or rhyme.
So in this way, what kind of good poem can be written?
Zhang Wenyuan also had the same idea as Song Youming.
It is true that Su Yu's writing is so good, but he has repeatedly failed in the rankings. This is only because his writing is too poor.
He had completely given up hope on the poem Su Yu was going to give to him.
Su Yu has already finished writing the first sentence.
Zhang Wenyuan glanced casually again, and this time, he could no longer look away.
After writing the last word, Su Yu put the brush back to its original place.
"It's written."
"Ah...oh, it's written."
The others came back to their senses and were about to see what Su Yu wrote.
Zhang Wenyuan had already picked up the paper first, muttering with disbelief on his face:
"The Green Field Hall is open to occupy Wuhua, and passers-by give directions to Ling Gong's house.
Your Majesty has peaches and plums all over the world, so why bother planting more flowers in front of the hall? "
A poem in praise of the teacher.
The words and sentences are neither gorgeous nor profound.
But the simple words contain extraordinary meaning.
There are so many students all over the world, why do you need to plant flowers in front of your door?
This is a great compliment and blessing for the teacher.
If I pass the college examination by then, I can write a poem like this to thank my teacher at the prefect’s banquet.
Maybe Master Xuezheng will really be moved!
By then, wouldn’t it be natural to become a master and a disciple?
The other three people also heard Zhang Wenyuan reciting poetry in a low voice.
After the verses were read, they no longer lost their composure and scrambled to get closer, wanting to study the complete verses carefully.
"Your Majesty has peaches and plums all over the world, why bother planting more flowers in front of the hall..."
After reading, everyone's face showed shock.
"How could you actually create such a masterpiece?"
The four of them looked at Su Yu with the same eyes.
If they want to compose good poems for those who have just started the imperial examination, they will pile them up with some gorgeous words without any thought.
When you are almost done with the word game, you will start to consider the artistic conception in the poem and slowly simplify the language.
Therefore, with their skills, they would never be able to produce such simple yet profound poems as those written by Su Yu.
Su Yu looked at the shocked looks of several people and smiled lightly: "I'm not talented, I failed the exam many times."
"When I feel depressed, I can only study these kinds of poems and hope that one day I can use them."
"It's a pity that it won't be used temporarily this year."
Su Yu looked melancholy.
"I wonder what Brother Wen Yuan thinks of this poem. Maybe it can be used?"
Zhang Wenyuan quickly replied: "It will come in handy! It will come in handy!"
"Such a good poem, so useful!"
