Why is the atmosphere so weird?
But did that teenager make some bullsh*t limerick again?
Why is everyone’s expression so strange, as if, as if the daughter’s family has come to the relatives.
The beautiful songstress in charge of singing the poem was very surprised, why did everyone look like that after seeing the poem made by the young dude, it felt strange.
After a few minutes, the silent atmosphere suddenly became noisy, everyone either talking to themselves or talking to each other or whispering questions, the atmosphere upstairs has become like a food market:
“Although the meaning of the beautiful, sincere, and fresh and elegant not vulgar, but always feel strange, this is what the word brand, simply can not find the corresponding word brand name, really playing the piano, will not make poetry ah?”
“How can a thirteen or fourteen year old boy have the feeling of ‘friends half lost’? Your friends are only thirteen or fourteen years old, and there are no earthquakes or natural disasters, so how can they still fall apart?”
“I’m afraid that the whole Huai Ning County students are worried that we will be like this examination of their A list of great talent, in order to cover up his long pavilion outside the ancient road side of a line of egrets on the blue sky of the masterpiece, all together to help that A list of great talent to concoct out of it, but it is a pity that the poem can not be saved, and the whole county of Huai Ning can only make this kind of incongruity of the poem.”
“It was copied from somewhere else, wasn’t it?”
“I also feel that it was copied from somewhere else, I don’t know how much money was spent on it, can a teenager make this kind of poetry?”
“This kid wants to be famous, he must have emptied his family’s pockets to buy this poem.”
People’s voices were not loud at first, they were just tentatively questioning, they didn’t expect a lot of people to question it, so the exchanges collided sparks, and the voices got louder. At first, people were questioning the name of the lyric of the poem, then they were questioning the content of the poem.
“Did you compose this verse?” Zhou Xuezheng, who had not been able to remove his eyes from the poem for a long time, finally removed his eyes from the poem, but his heart was filled with clumps and clumps of questions, so he could not help but raise his head to look at Zhu Pingan, staring into his eyes, and asked aloud.
When I did not see this young man, I heard people say that his song was bitten by a snake and smelled the crowing bird as well as eating, drinking and sleeping in the county exams, Zhou Xuezheng can be said to be a fire in his heart, and in his mind, he also sketched out the image of the young man: fat head, incompetent look.
But see this young man, but found to be a simple face of simple farmers young man appearance, but a look of the world is not gluttonous non-stop, a complete waste of parents’ hard-earned money feeling, but also let himself very disgusted.
Just now when the crowd mocked, this teenager is a glory and humiliation, calm and collected, so that they have a few points of surprise.
When he held a pen in one hand and twisted his sleeve to splash ink, poetry into their hands, their own surprise is already not a few points, but full.
Just what kind of young man is this young man? Doubts came one after another, making Zhou Xuezheng unable to stop himself.
The entire Qing Dynasty, as well as the Republic of China and even modern poetry are I “made”, no matter which one of this world has not yet appeared, they will be through my hands, the first time to descend into this world, is my first introduced, how can it not be mine.
“Yes, the late student is not good at poetry, this poem took the late student several months to conceive.” Zhu Pingan replied frankly and humbly, without a hint of arrogance, living like a simple teenager.
“Some people have questioned the name of this word, what is your explanation?” Zhou Xuezheng listened to Zhu Pingan’s first reply and immediately raised another question.
Upon hearing this question from Zhou Xuezheng, the crowd upstairs were all very interested, wanting to see how this teenager would answer.
This was because Zhu Pingan really couldn’t find any of the corresponding lyric names for the song “Farewell” that he had made.
“That late student just said, late student is not good at poetry, the ancient words are all a piece of music with a fixed tune structure, writing words and then have to fill in the words upwards compared to their tunes, late student tried several times, but was not satisfied. I tried several times, but I was not satisfied. Either the words did not fit the tune, or the tune did not fit the words. One day, the late student inadvertently read the Song Dynasty, Xin Qiji’s “Ruan Lang Gui”, Ruan Lang Gui the second half of the que quite a feeling, so the “Ruan Lang Gui” word plate the second half of the que alone, slightly adjusted the level of the rhyme, deliberation for several months before doing this one “farewell”. I’m not good at poetry, so I’m sorry if I’ve made you laugh at the wrong things.”
Zhu Pingan dared to take this Republic of China Master Li Shutong’s “Farewell” and use it here, in his heart, he had already thought of the rhetoric, how could he be aimless.
Therefore, Zhu Pingan answered the question without saying anything, and his words were very sincere.
After all, everyone was well read in poetry, and Xin Qiji’s “Ruan Lang Gui” was not new to them:
The lights in front of the mountain are about to turn dusk, and the clouds come and go from the mountain.
In the sound of partridges, I counted the villages, and met my old friend in Xiaoxiang.
Waving the feather fan, the whole silk scarf, the young man saddle horse dust.
Nowadays, I’m haggard, and I’ve misplaced my soul, and I’m a Confucian scholar.
The second half of the queue is exactly the same as what Zhu Pingan said, “Waving the feather fan, straightening the silk scarf, the saddle and horse dust of the youth. The second half of the line is exactly the same as what Zhu Pingan said, “Waving the feather fan, straightening the silk scarf, the saddle and horse dust of youth.
Commonly speaking, the word is the lyrics of the song, and the word plate is actually the name of a tune with a fixed tune structure. To write a lyric is to put the words into a fixed tune, so writing a lyric is also called filling in the lyrics. Lyrics are not born, but also have their origin and development history, so Zhu Pingan made this farewell song based on the second half of Ruan Langgui’s second half of the queue, although it is a bit bold and hokey, but it also makes sense.
“Well, although there is something wrong, but we are not pedantic generation, this word is fresh and vulgar, does not fall into the mould; however, the acquaintance half zero fall, and a pot of turbid wine to exhaust the rest of the joy, and how to explain, you are still young how to know the acquaintance half zero fall to exhaust the rest of the joy?”
Zhou Xuezheng let go of the word brand for the time being, but questioned the words in Zhu Pingan’s farewell.
“Zhou old man can look at my situation today, full of friends, but there is no one friend, otherwise a joke piece of work to this; in the past, the total corner of the friends, or farming in the wilderness, or in the rich and powerful family, running around to make a living; think carefully, I can not help but feel that the friends of the zero fall. As for a pot of cloudy wine to enjoy the rest of the happiness, is my new words for the strong sadness.”
Zhu Pingan towards the direction of Zhou Xuezheng, arched his hand and saluted, the simple face also has a timely expression of loneliness.
Sitting next to Zhou Xuezheng’s old man Li and Zhao old man heard, nodded, agreed with Zhu Pingan’s statement, from the moment they entered the room they felt, Tongcheng, Taihu and other counties students against Zhu Pingan, even if Zhu Pingan sat at a table with the same county students seem to be not so warm to it, only thirteen years of young people in the middle of a group of people bigger than him, really can not help but produce the feeling of loneliness.
“Then, why are you eating and drinking and sleeping in the examination centre?” This was almost the last question Zhou Xuezheng had.
Eat, drink and sleep in the examination room is not impossible, but that is also the countryside test for several days are not allowed to leave the examination room may not be in order to do, you a county test is also a day, endure the past, eat, drink and sleep in what form, even if some literary talent has a few talents, attitude is also too not upright.
“Oh, this is the fact that there is a reason. When I was a child, I was fat, my mother loved; and then I grew up, but thin, my mother often blamed herself for not taking good care of me, this child test is my first time away from my parents, my mother worried and missed, worried and missed I can not take care of themselves. I think after leaving home, I will eat more, grow fatter, back home, I hope that the first time my mother saw me, I think I have grown fat, so that my mother will not be worried about self-condemnation. Of course, the late student also gluttonous some, huh?”
Zhu Pingan was a little embarrassed and laughed nervously, his words were very sincere, and his eyes were full of longing for his parents back home.
Zhu Pingan’s words, the whole poetry meeting site was quiet again, Zhu Pingan’s words like a lamb kneeling at the breast made many students and scholars who were far away from their hometowns think of their parents, and also made the older people feel deeply.
“Idiot child!” Zhou Xuezheng sighed and waved his hand signalling for Zhu Pingan to sit down.
