Mr. Wu Liu looked at the twenty-eight characters scrawled in front of him, murmured to himself, and read out involuntarily.
"The branch in the deep valley can reach the north, and the flowers bloom late every year."
"Does Mr. Gao Biao Yiyun know? It's the time when ice and snow accumulate!"
The first two sentences describe the scenery, and the last two sentences are lyrical.
It is the standard structure of the quatrain.
Moreover, this poem is about plum blossom, but there is not a single word plum in the entire poem!
This shows the level of the poet!
The most valuable thing is actually that this poem uses plum as a metaphor for people!
And the person being compared is none other than himself!
The plum blossoms grow from the deep valley. Even if there is a lack of sunshine every year, the branches still face the north.
But when he was young, his family was poor, but he still studied hard, and finally won the gold medal, entered the Jinluan Palace, and was regarded as a disciple of the emperor!
Even though the plum blossoms have a high standard of beauty, he will not give in to five buckets of rice either!
Aren't these first three sentences a true portrayal of the first half of his life, Mr. Wu Liu?
The last sentence is even more remarkable!
Plum blossoms will bloom in the coldest time, but what about him?
That Huainan Gu Shijun wanted to use this to encourage him that one day, the flowers will bloom and the moon will shine!
There is no need to be depressed because of a temporary failure, just work hard secretly and wait for the cold weather to come!
Only then will the people of this world know who is the real plum blossom and the real talent!
Mr. Wuliu understands! I completely understood this seven-character quatrain!
He held up the roll of rice paper with great care, trembling all over, and asked in as calm a tone as possible: "Does this poem have a name?"
"My master once said that this poem is called "Yong Mei·Giving Five Willows"."
""Yong Mei·Gift of Five Willows"..."
"Gu Shijun of Huainan is worthy of the name of a poet. He is old and decrepit in the field of poetry. I am afraid it will be difficult to compare with him."
"He is also kind-hearted, kind-hearted, and kind-hearted. He is an outstanding person in the world!"
boom!
As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was shocked!
Those students who had ridiculed Gu Beichuan for his fame and pretentiousness were all dumbfounded.
At the beginning, Mr. Wuliu was obviously very disappointed with the Huainan poet. At that time, they had bad words, which was naturally irrelevant.
But what is the situation now?
Mr. Wuliu actually praised the poet's character and poetic talent in public!
And he used the words "unparalleled, outstanding person in the world"!
If they speak rudely again, they will be disrespectful!
As a result, this group of people all bowed their heads and remained silent.
"Hmph! Why are you silent now? Wasn't it loud just now?"
Naturally, some people couldn't stand their behavior, so they made fun of them.
"In my opinion, people like you are the unhealthy trend in our Jiangnan literary world!"
"I only know how to flatter and have no determination to be a scholar at all."
These words sounded like they were scolding those students who had just made rude remarks.
But in fact, it refers to Sang scolding Huai.
As expected, Shuixi's face turned red when he heard this.
Waving his sleeves, he said angrily: "No matter how good your poems are, so what? After all, you are just a white man who has no fame!"
It's just that if he said these words at the beginning, some people would flatter him. Now he was completely ignored by everyone, and there was no response at all.
Shuixi became even more angry when he saw this.
Ever since he taught Gu Xingwen, who hasn't been respectful to him?
When have you ever been so angry?
At that time, he flicked his sleeves and made a gesture to leave.
But after waiting for a long time, no one came to persuade him.
Seeing this, Shuixi had no choice but to leave.
On the high platform, everyone surrounded Zhen Renyi and kept talking.
"Renyi, Gu Shijun from Huainan is such a talented person, and his attainments in poetry are even more unique. If you study with him, can you get some of his true knowledge?"
"Of course, I'm not afraid to tell you that my mentor once wrote a book of essays, which is enough to be regarded as a guide for us poets."
"Now, I, Zhen, will study hard day and night. When spring comes, he will definitely achieve something in the subject of poetry."
"There is such a strange book! I wonder if you can take it out so that we can take a look at it?"
Zhen Renyi was originally beaming and smiling, but when he heard this, he felt troubled and said: "It's not that I'm stingy, it's just that this is the work of my mentor who worked hard, and I'm not planning to make it public."
"Indeed, something is wrong."
After everyone heard the words, they showed understanding and said: "If you save it, we can save it."
In today's Daqian literary world, there are only a few well-known Confucian scholars, and even fewer who are good at teaching and educating people.
But without exception, every one of them has the ability to press the bottom of the box with their hands.
It is only passed down to one’s own disciples and is not allowed to be passed on to anyone else.
Now it seems that this Huainan poet actually has such abilities!
But it's fair to think about it. He was able to write so many popular poems and achieve such a great reputation at a young age.
There must be some secret secrets.
But now it seems that only Zhen Renyi and the others can enjoy this secret secret.
"Oh, it's such a pity. Why isn't Gu Shijun from our Jiangnan family?"
"That's right, if Gu Shijun is from Jiangnan, he will definitely have a place in Songshan Academy. We will naturally be able to see this conversation by then."
"Hmph, you guys are really short-sighted. How can Gu Shijun's role be replaced by a mere written talk?"
"Yes, there was a time when the Huainan literary world was prosperous, but compared with our Jiangnan literary world, it was still a little behind."
"But looking at it now, in just over a month, the world has almost only known Gu Shijun of Huainan, but not the literary world of Jiangnan!"
"Hmph, if Gu Shijun was born in Jiangnan, how could he make those Huainan kids so arrogant!"
When this topic comes up, everyone is filled with indignation and indignation.
Even if he is as indifferent as Mr. Wuliu, he still sighs and says: "It would be a great blessing for Gu Shijun to be born in my Jiangnan."
Hearing these voices, Zhen Renyi's eyes moved. He recalled the days when Gu Beichuan gave them lectures. His not-so-authentic Huainan dialect and vague Jiangnan accent made him scratch his head.
After thinking about it for a long time, he finally said: "Everyone, there is a saying about benevolence and righteousness. I don't know whether to say it or not."
"What did Renyi say? We are all members of the Jiangnan literary community here. How can we reject you because you went to Huainan to study?"
“If you have anything to say, it’s okay to say it!”
Hearing this, Zhen Renyi felt a surge of warmth in his heart, and then he risked his life and said, "Actually, in my opinion, there is a possibility that my master is from Jiangnan!"
boom!
As soon as this statement came out, it immediately caused an uproar.
Everyone present was stunned.
"Ren...renyi, don't say this nonsense, otherwise I'm afraid something will go wrong."
"Yes, the Huainan literary world now treats Gu Shijun as a treasure. If they hear your words, they will avoid trouble."
"These words came out of your mouth and into my ears. It is best not to let others know about it from now on."
Hearing this, Zhen Renyi suddenly became angry and said, "You must believe me. What I say is well-founded!"
