The people dive into the idea and splash ink, and for a while, the smell of ink overpowers the aroma of the dishes.
From time to time, someone wrote a poem, from time to time, someone passed the poem to the crowd, from time to time, a poem was passed to the table at the very front, all of the people here were talented lifters, the best in the imperial examinations, and the poems they made were not bad, so from time to time, there were two or three masterpieces that got the bigwigs’ affirmation.
The Bamboo
The old and pale bamboo in front of the steps is happy to grow ten thousand rods.
The most important thing is that it has a strong heart and does not know the cold when it is exposed to the wind and rain for a long time.
Guo Zi Oracle’s “Bamboo” poem also passed up, and also got the first table big brother’s affirmation, which makes him can not help but some complacency, look around, only to see the end of the table Zhu Pingan still only word not written, can not help but feel this heavenly opportunity.
So, Guo Zi Oracle to other string table exchange of lifts the same, pick up a cup of wine slowly came to Zhu Pingan their table, with the lifts at the end of the seat, exchange pleasantries, exchange of poems, drink a cup.
Then, Guo Zi Oracle seemed to suddenly discover the empty piece of white paper in front of Zhu Pingan, and made a surprised sound:
“Zhu Xian Di has a reputation for talent, how come he has not yet put pen to paper at this moment?”
Guo Zi Oracle’s surprised voice attracted the councillors at the neighbouring tables, all of them had written their poems, although not all of them had been recognised by the head of the council, they weren’t bad either. At this moment, when they heard that someone had yet to write it, they couldn’t help but turn their heads curiously to look.
At the end of the end of the seat, the young genius who could be compared to Yang Gelao
However, at this moment, he has not written a word, is it to attract the attention of the crowd? Or is it just an empty name?
Then everyone can’t help but have some thoughts of their own.
“Zhu Xian Di from the mountain village, the mountain also has a lot of pine, bamboo and plum right, but usually made too many good poems to pick the eyes?”
Guo Zi Oracle again pretended to speak for Zhu Pingan, inadvertently revealing the details of Zhu Pingan’s mountain village background.
Then the crowd looked at Zhu Pingan’s gaze is slightly different, of course there are some people heard that Zhu Pingan is from a humble family, a few more points of appreciation, but not the mainstream.
Ancient family concept is still very deep-rooted, ancient culture is too much about inheritance, the ancient officialdom is even more important to the family. This is also a fact, prominent generations of officials and generations of books. There are celebrities from generation to generation. And the low status of the people want to be among the upper echelons of society than the carp jump Dragon Gate is more difficult, few celebrities. This cruel reality can not help but make people look at the family very seriously.
So when the people knew that Zhu Pingan came from a humble family, apart from partial admiration, most of them were still dissimilar. A boy from a humble family with no connections and no money, how much development could he have.
At this moment, only words were not written, and when you consider that he was the last place in the examination this time, it had to make the crowd a little suspicious. When the township examination. Tens of thousands of students went to the examination room, how many students from the book family from childhood was elders teach writing, summer and winter, in addition to eating and drinking is to learn, can be said to be a professional candidates, the educational environment and good; he a cold family son can stand out in a bunch of professional candidates, for this teenage genius, luck should be one of the important factors, right.
Zhu Pingan looked at Guo Zi Oracle who was standing beside him, looking at his provocative yet faintly contemptuous face
It was unclear why there were always people who looked at him in a bad light.
Jealousy?
If placed in the usual will be a laugh, but at this time to watch their painstakingly formulate sentences. Think of how many yesterday’s scenes in the whole of the Ming Dynasty, their hearts have a depressed gas difficult to vent.
Suddenly there is an impulse to hit the face.
I am sorry, who let you rush over here, it is just that they can not vent certain emotions.
Write poetry, I really have not been afraid of anyone, after all, the late Ming Dynasty to the Qing Dynasty to the modern so many poems and songs in a sense “is” their own.
“Among the new lifters, Ping’an is the most unsavoury, with all of you jewels in front of him, Ping’an is ashamed of himself.” Zhu Pingan slightly hooked his lips and arched his hand towards Guo Zi Oracle.
You’re quite good at changing the subject. But it’s so hard to have this opportunity, how could I let you have your way, Guo Zi Oracle thought as such in his heart.
“Zhu Xian Di must not be modest, if you are thirteen years old and have been successful in the imperial examination and say that you are ashamed of yourself. Wouldn’t we be looking for a crooked-necked tree and hanging ourselves from the south-east branch.” Guo Zi Oracle reached out and nodded to the crowd and himself, shaking his head and laughing.
“Exactly.” Guo Zi Oracle’s words drew the good people to chime in.
“Zhu Xian Di, don’t excuse yourself, the mountains are full of pines and bamboos, Zhu Xian Di must have had a good poem long ago. If you have too many good poems in your heart to choose from, why don’t you write them and let us help you choose.” Guo Zi Oracle once again urged, his eyes full of admiration.
This time, he was not just asking Zhu Pingan to write one poem, but was asking him to write at least a few.
Under Guo Zi Oracle’s lead, there were more good people and more cries of coaxing.
Zhu Pingan looked at Guo Zi Oracle and said: I really think I can’t write, I can write dozens of poems about bamboo, pine and plum in a minute, do you believe me?
You asked for it.
In Guo Zi Oracle’s repeated urging, Zhu Pingan took the pen and paper, in the crowd coaxing the pen:
Bamboo
Biting down on the green mountain and not letting go, the original root is in the broken rock;
The strength of a thousand blows is still strong, let the wind blow from east to west and from south to north.
Once this poem was written out, Guo Zi Oracle who shouted the loudest just now was dumbfounded, this poem seems to be specialised in hitting oneself in the face, but the posture of hitting is also super handsome and incomparable!
Ligen breaks the rock, as if responding to himself that he came from a cold family in a mountain village.
The poem is almost like a mapping of himself, as he says he is from a humble village!
However, this is only one’s own understanding, because this poem is full of firmness and tenacity and strong bones at anyone’s glance
“Good, little Zhu Xian Di really is not a sound, but a sound of astonishment.” A scholar at the same table praised and sighed at Zhu Pingan’s poem ‘Bamboo’.
Firmly biting into the green hills and never relaxing, the bamboo roots are rooted in the broken mountain rocks. Suffering countless trials and tribulations it still stands firm, no matter what winds you blow from wherever.
This mood simply fills one’s body with strength just thinking about it!
“This poem is extremely poetic, comparable to Yu Gong’s Lime Yin!”
All of the people nearby were talented lifters who looked at this poem by Zhu Pingan and esteemed it, as for Cao Xieyuan’s Bamboo just now, it was dwarfed in comparison.
Listening to the esteem of the people around him, Guo Zi Oracle felt his face heat up, but at this time, it was a difficult time to ride the tiger, by not being able to back down, so he could only braced himself for a quip, and urged once again.
“Wonderful, wonderful, this one on this so let a person breathtaking, that let Zhu XianDi deliberation difficult to choose the other poems is not even more wonderful, good text of the common appreciation, Zhu XianDi cut do not be stingy, good text from hiding ah.”
Admit that your this one is awesome, but I don’t believe that you can still make one that is comparable to this one! Guo Zi Oracle thought to himself.
Zhu Pingan glanced at Guo Zi Oracle, and then put up his pen to write again.
Don’t believe it, then I’m sorry to disappoint you, who let himself be so unhappy in his heart, and you’re still rushing to come!
The Bamboo
A humble room lies listening to Xiao Xiao Bamboo, suspecting that it is the sound of the hardships of the countryside neighbours.
Some of us are in the future, but one branch and one leaf are always related to each other.
This song is written out, the surrounding people are all dumbfounded, to the end of the seat at the end of the seat of this young man full of respect.
This poem swept away the wind of bamboo singing bamboo sighing bamboo praising bamboo, another way, no, can be said to have a feeling of it.
Directly sublimated a realm!
From bamboo to feelings, rising to the realm of the world first!
The previous poem in the bamboo bone can be said to be the best in the field, this one is up to the realm of the people’s plight, the world first worry everyone will say, but do it? In a crowd of bamboo poems, this poem can be said to break the sky.
“Such two poems, such as if it is me is also a dilemma.”
Someone sighed like this.
Guo Zi Oracle was already staring blankly, frozen on the spot! His face was red and his ears were hot! How can you really write it!
