The rise of the poor

Chapter 92 Shocking Immortal Poetry Meeting ([-])

Why is the atmosphere so weird?

But did that boy make some shitty limericks again?
Why are everyone's expressions so weird, as if relatives came to my daughter's house.

The beautiful singer who is in charge of singing is very surprised. Why does everyone feel like that after seeing the poem written by the playful boy?
After a few minutes, the silent atmosphere suddenly became noisy. Everyone was talking to themselves, whispering or questioning in a low voice, and the atmosphere upstairs became like a vegetable market:
"Although the artistic conception is beautiful, the emotion is sincere, and it is fresh and elegant, but I always feel strange. What kind of word is this? I can't find the corresponding word and brand name. It's really playing the piano, can you write poetry?"

"A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy can also feel the feeling of 'friends and friends are half scattered'? Your friends are only [-] or [-] years old, and there are no natural and man-made disasters caused by mountain torrents and earthquakes. How can you still be scattered?"

"I'm afraid that the students and scholars in Huaining County are worried that I will be so sophisticated about their top-ranking talents. In order to cover up his masterpiece of egrets on the blue sky by the ancient road outside the long pavilion, they will work together to help the top-ranked talents concocted, just It's a pity that there is no cure for that poem, and the whole county of Huaining can only make such nondescript poems."

"Copied from somewhere else"

"I also feel like I copied it from somewhere else. I don't know how much it cost to buy it. How can a teenager make such poems?"

"This kid is crazy about being famous. Buying this poem will empty his family."

People were not loud at first, just tentative doubts. I didn't expect that many people were questioning, so the exchanges collided with sparks, and the voices became louder.At first everyone questioned the name of the poem, and then questioned the content of the poem.

"You wrote this poem?" Zhou Xuezheng, who couldn't take his eyes off the poem for a long time, finally removed his eyes from the poem, but there were doubts in his heart, and he couldn't help raising his head to look at Zhu Ping An, staring into his eyes, asked loudly.

When I didn't see this young man, I heard that he was bitten by a snake, heard a bird, and ate, drank, and slept in the county exam. Zhou Xuezheng felt a fire in his heart, and he also sketched the image of the young man in his heart: fat head and big head. Ears, incompetent.

But when I met this young man, I found out that it was a simple and honest-looking young man from a peasant family, but he had the feeling that he was gluttonous and wasting his parents' hard-earned money, which made him very disgusted.

When the crowd laughed at him just now, this young man was not shocked and calm, which made him a little surprised.

When he held a pen in one hand, twisted his sleeves and splashed ink, and when the poems were passed into his hands, his surprise was not a little bit, but full.

What kind of boy is this boy?Questions came one after another, making Zhou Xuezheng unable to control himself.

The entire Qing Dynasty, the Republic of China, and even the modern poetry are all "composed" by me. No matter which one has not appeared in this world, they will come to this world for the first time through my hands, and I am the first to introduce them. How could it not be mine.

"Yes, late-born is not good at poetry. This poem was conceived after several months of late-birth." Zhu Ping'an replied calmly and modestly, without any arrogance, just like a simple boy.

"Someone questioned the name of this word, what's your explanation?" Zhou Xuezheng asked another question after hearing Zhu Ping'an's first answer.

Hearing Zhou Xuezheng's question, everyone upstairs was very interested and wanted to see how the young man answered.

Because Zhu Ping'an made the song "Farewell", I really couldn't find any corresponding word and brand name.

"The late student said just now that the late student is not good at poetry. The ancients' lyric is a musical score with a fixed melody and key structure, and the lyrics are written in the same tone as theirs. The late student tried several times, but they didn't work Satisfied. Either the words are out of tune, or the tune is out of tune. One day, Wansheng accidentally read "Ruan Lang Gui" written by Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty. Banque came out alone, adjusted the rhythm slightly, and made this "Farewell" after a few months of consideration. The late life is not good at poetry, and the inappropriateness made Zhou Lao laugh."

Zhu Ping'an dared to bring this "Farewell" by Master Li Shutong of the Republic of China here for use.

Therefore, Zhu Ping'an's answers were fluent, neither loud nor arrogant, and his words were firm and sincere.

After all, everyone is full of poetry and books, and Xin Qiji's "Ruan Lang Gui" is no stranger to them:

The lights on the front of the mountain are about to dusk, and the mountains come and go with clouds.

In the sound of partridges, there are several villages, and Xiaoxiang meets old people.

Waving feather fans, tidying towels, and juvenile saddle horse dust.

Nowadays, the haggard and the gift call the soul, and the Confucian crown is often mistaken.

The second half of the que is exactly as Zhu Ping'an said, "Wait the feather fan, straighten the cloth, and the young saddle horse. The second half of the return.

In layman's terms, a word is the lyrics in a song, and a lyric is actually the name of a score with a fixed modal structure.Writing a word is to fill in the word into a fixed score, so writing a word is also called filling in the word.Poetry is not innate, but also has its origin and development history. Therefore, Zhu Ping'an's farewell song based on Ruan Langgui's second half is a bit bold, but it makes sense.

"Well, although there are some inappropriate things, we are not pedantic people. This word is fresh and refined, and it does not fall into the rut. However, what is the explanation for the half-disconnected acquaintances, and a pot of turbid wine that is full of joy, Ru Nian? Why does Shang You know half of the friendship and leave the rest of you happy?"

Zhou Xuezheng let go of the words for the time being, but he questioned the words in Zhu Ping's farewell.

"Old Zhou is very impressive. I am full of friends and friends, but I don't know anyone. Otherwise, what would I do with a joke? In the past, when I was a friend, I was farming in the wild, or working as a servant in a wealthy family, running around to make a living; When I think about it carefully, I can't help but feel that I have lost my friendship. As for a pot of turbid wine, I am forced to say sadness in order to create new words."

Zhu Ping'an bowed his hands in the direction of Zhou Xuezheng, and his simple and honest face also had a lonely expression in time.

Mr. Li and Mr. Zhao, who were sitting next to Zhou Xuezheng, heard the words, nodded, and agreed with Zhu Ping'an's statement. From the moment they entered the room, they felt that the students and scholars from Tongcheng, Taihu and other counties targeted Zhu Ping'an, even if they were sitting with Zhu Ping'an. The students in the same county at the same table didn't seem to be so enthusiastic about him either. The thirteen-year-old boy would definitely feel lonely among a group of people one circle older than him.

"Then, why do you eat, drink and sleep in the examination room?" This was almost Zhou Xuezheng's last question.

Although it is not impossible to eat, drink and sleep in the examination room, it is also not allowed to leave the examination room for several days in the township examination. You only take one day of the examination for the county examination, and patience will pass. He's got some wit, and his attitude is too rude.

"Oh, there is a reason for this. I was fat when I was a child, and my mother liked it very much; when I grew up, people became thinner, and my mother often blamed herself for not taking good care of me. This boy test is the first time I have stayed away My parents and my mother were worried and worried that I would not be able to take care of myself. I thought I would eat more after leaving home, gain weight, and return home. I hope that the first time my mother saw me, she felt that I had gained weight. In this way, my mother will not worry about worrying about herself. Of course, she is also greedy when she is born late, hehe."

Zhu Ping'an smiled a little embarrassedly, and his words were very sincere, and his eyes were full of thoughts of his parents in his hometown.

As soon as Zhu Ping'an's words came out, the whole poetry meeting was much quieter. Zhu Ping'an's words like a lamb kneeling on milk made many students and scholars who were far away from home miss their parents, and also touched the elderly deeply.

"Child!" Zhou Xuezheng sighed and waved his hand for Zhu Ping'an to sit down.

(End of this chapter)