These words were particularly harsh, making it difficult not to notice.
Everyone turned around and saw a familiar figure.
It was actually Mr. Shui Xi, a teacher at Songshan Academy.
The students immediately saluted and said respectfully, "I have met you, sir."
Although Shuixi only teaches at Songshan Academy, Songshan Academy is the largest academy in Jiangnan, and even Mr. Wu Liu often gives lectures there.
As for teaching, it can already be regarded as half a master.
Daqian has always paid attention to respecting teachers and ethics, so it is reasonable for them to do this.
Otherwise, I am afraid that I will be given the reputation of not respecting teachers.
"That's what Mr. Huainan said. Although the Huainan poet has a great reputation, he has no fame, so naturally he can't do much."
"It's true. If you don't have fame, you're just a white person. You're not even a scholar. How can you be a match for us?"
Among them, many students who wanted to flatter Shuixi immediately opened their mouths to help.
But there are also people who are filled with indignation and hold objections.
"Sir, you cannot smear Gu Shijun just because Zhen Renyi offended you that day."
"Although he has no fame, he has created many excellent poems, and each of them is a well-known masterpiece."
"You deserve to be a great talent!"
"How can one erase his talent just because of fame and fortune?"
"In my humble opinion as a student, your views are a bit narrow-minded."
Although most of the people here are studying to obtain fame, there are naturally some who are not among them.
What's more, what Zhen Renyi said back then.
The so-called: "We, the scholars, should establish our minds for the heaven and the earth, establish our lives for the people, carry forward the unique knowledge for the saints, and create peace for all generations." It has also infected many people.
So at this moment, there are still many people standing up and raising objections.
Shuixi frowned when he saw this.
He is nearly seventy years old, and the proudest thing in his life is to teach Gu Xingwen, a young scholar who is expected to win three yuan in a row.
This also led to him opening and closing his mouth, all because of his fame.
After all, how can we mention Gu Xingwen without mentioning his fame? Without mentioning Gu Xingwen, how can you show that you are good at teaching others?
But now, if one mentions one's fame, one will inevitably be criticized.
What should I do?
Shuixi's eyes rolled around, and something suddenly came to his mind.
"Okay, since you say so, then don't judge success or failure based on fame."
"But in my opinion, this poetry meeting was originally invited by Mr. Wu Liu. Now it's freezing cold, but we have been waiting here for a long time, but he has been reluctant to show up."
"It's a bit of a pretense of fame and pretentiousness!"
As soon as these words came out, those students wanted to refute, but found that they were speechless.
Because what Shuixi said was true, this severe cold had made them wait here for so long.
That Huainan poet is a bit arrogant.
At that time, even the students who supported Gu Beichuan could only remain silent.
"Huh! You don't have any fame and yet you are so arrogant. You really don't know how to appreciate it."
"If he wants to come, he can come. If he doesn't want to come, I'll leave as soon as possible. I'll forgive you for not accompanying me."
"The huge Jiangnan literary world, in such a severe cold, is just waiting for him? It's too much."
For a moment, these sounds were the only ones left on the scene.
Even on the high platform, Mr. Wu Liu looked a little gloomy.
He resigned and returned to his hometown, where he lived in seclusion for more than ten years.
There are two of him in this world.
A white horse in a blue shirt walks slowly, becoming famous in Kyoto and praised by scholars.
A dog in a fly camp, kneeling down and cutting off his silhouette, saying that he would not give up his waist for five buckets of rice, but he was running around for a living all day long.
Once upon a time, he saw that although Gu Beichuan was a young man, he could say words such as "Four Sentences of Hengqu" and write poems such as "Huainan Snow·Giving Benevolence and Righteousness".
Introducing him as a confidant, I hope we can hold a candle and talk at night, sharing the joys of the past and the worries of the present.
But in the end, it was just his enthusiasm that made the mistake.
People seemed not to remember him, an old man who had been forgotten by the literary world.
Thinking of this, Mr. Wuliu let out a long sigh, stood up, and said, "Then... let's break up."
But before the words could be said, there was a young man from a distance, wearing a fox fur and a mink, with a red-maned horse covering his body covered with wind and snow, galloping towards him.
When he came closer, he got off his horse and faced Mr. Wuliu on the high platform, clasping his fists and bowing to him: "Zhen Renyi, who came to Zhen Renyi at the end of his studies, came from Nanshan Residence in the wind and snow to attend the meeting on behalf of his teacher!"
This... Zhen Renyi's appearance is nothing short of amazing.
At that time, many people were restrained.
"My mentor has something important to do, and he really can't get away. So he wrote a poem and gave it to me to give to Mr. Wuliu."
Although there are many people present who have higher seniority and fame than Zhen Renyi.
But when he spoke, he was still neither humble nor overbearing, and very polite.
Because at this moment, he represents Nanshan Study, the Huainan literary world, and the poet Gu Beichuan!
We must not lose face or damage our reputation!
After hearing this, everyone came to their senses. Some people's expressions softened slightly, while others were still angry.
"Huh, Gu Shijun, this is really a grand occasion. Mr. Wuliu personally invited you, but only asked you to send a poem. It shows that he is not sincere." At this moment, Shuixi was inevitably filled with a strange atmosphere.
After hearing this, everyone who had been waiting for a long time was ignited by the wind and snow, and they shouted angrily.
"That's right! Mr. Wuliu is the leader of our Jiangnan literary world. How about Gu Shijun's attitude of despising us?"
"Hmph! You really call me Jiangnan Literary Circle, are you afraid of Huainan?"
"Being famous at such a young age is just a kid! How arrogant!"
Even though Mr. Wu Liu's expression has improved slightly, there is still a look of disappointment between his brows.
But out of politeness, he still asked: "May I ask Gu Shijun, what poem can you give me as a gift?"
After hearing this, Zhen Renyi said no more. He just turned over, jumped up to the high platform, and unfolded the rice paper in his hand.
In an instant, a gorgeous poem written in wild cursive was displayed in front of everyone in the Jiangnan literary world.
Mr. Wuliu looked at it intently. He didn't care at first, but just looked at it, but his pupils gradually shrank, and the shock in his eyes was beyond words!
I saw that the poem had a total of twenty-eight words, which happened to be a seven-character quatrain.
Some people muttered to themselves, and some read it out loud involuntarily.
"The branch in the deep valley can reach the north, and the flowers bloom late every year."
The first two sentences are about a plum blossom growing in a shady valley, but its branches extend to the north. Since sunlight is scarce throughout the year, flowering is a little late every year.
Just looking at this sentence, it actually means nothing.
Simply writing about plum blossoms is not surprising.
But Mr. Wuliu looked moved, as if he had seen something.
"Does Mr. Gao Biao Yiyun know? It's the time when ice and snow accumulate!"
But do you know its noble integrity and graceful demeanor? You know, when it blooms, it is the twelfth lunar month of winter, when the ice and snow are at their most severe!
However, as soon as the last two sentences came out, everyone in the audience straightened their spines and trembled.
Mr. Wu Liu rushed to the rice paper and carefully looked at the twenty-eight characters written in wild cursive!
