The Happy Life of Small Officials in Northern Song Dynasty

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The incense coil is lit, which is a simple tool specially used for timing. Place the incense coil on the cymbals, hang a small hammer with cotton thread at an equal distance from the incense coil, burn the cotton thread at the point where the incense burns, and the hammer falls , hitting the cymbal to make a sound, each scale represents a quarter of an hour, and four times, it means that an hour has passed.

Seeing that the incense had been lit, the four young masters hurriedly spread paper and rubbed ink, their eyeballs flicked around, their minds were racing rapidly, they searched their hearts and began to conceive new words.

Li Chong's title actually has ulterior motives. There have been countless poems about parting since ancient times, but very few of them can write brilliantly. The word "Yulin Ling" by Liu Sanbian in this dynasty has been the best in the world. "Love has hurt parting since ancient times, It's even more desolate for the Qingqiu Festival; where is the drunkenness tonight, the wind and the moon on the banks of the willows..." Such sentences and lyrics have been sung day and night in major karaoke houses and brothels in the Song Dynasty, and they have lasted for a long time.

Li Zhong took out this topic, which seems to be a common theme, but actually wanted to compare Su Jin's Ci with Liu Ci, and intuitively judge the superiority of the two; after reading Su Jin's other two Ci, he felt It is very good, but what kind of grade is good, then it needs to be compared.

A quarter of time is equivalent to half an hour in later generations. Whether it is long or short, nearly two or ten minutes passed quickly. The four young masters over there are not just bragging. Four new words have already appeared on the paper. To ensure the language Exquisitely sculpted, the four of them circled around and deliberated on the words, showing great care.

On the other hand, Su Jin sat high on the stone bench, chatting and laughing with Li Chong and others, talking about the scenery, talking about the scenery, saying that the sunny weather is so nice today, and saying I really want to go to Xiaoyao Lake for a swim.

Seeing that the time was coming, Li Chong couldn't stand it any longer, and reminded: "Mr. Su, this... the time is approaching, Mr. Su still doesn't want to write?"

Su Jin said: "What are you busy with, isn't there still a little bit of incense here?"

Li Chong frowned and said: "Writing out the lyrics requires deliberation and careful thinking. The time limit of a quarter of an hour is still too tight. Don't be careless, Mr. Su. If you exceed the time limit, you will be punished."

Seeing his concern, Su Jin felt a little moved. Li Chong still cared a lot about him, so it was inconvenient for him to worry too much, so he said, "Okay, who will help me spread the paper and press the paper mill?" Where's the ink?"

Li Zhongxin said: Is there such a thing?At home, I stretch out my hands to eat and open my mouth. Is it still like this outside?There are no servants and maids on the island, and everything needs to be self-reliant. Who will help you grind the ink and lay the paper? It's a joke.

Unexpectedly, there were countless people rushing forward to help him. The job of laying paper and pressing paper was snatched by a thin and clever little scholar, and the job of grinding ink was taken away by him. A round-faced little lady in red was snatched away.

Li Chong's eyeballs almost fell to the ground, what happened to these people?Is Su Jin so attractive?Just now he was copying the inkstone to shoot people, he looked like a hooligan, how did he attract everyone's liking.

Li Chong has no heart to study people. Everyone in this circle claims to be a literati, and their behavior and speech seem to be carved out of the same mold. After staying with these people for a long time, their behavior and behavior will be assimilated, as if this is what is considered a literati. But when Su Jin appeared, he acted and spoke in a completely different way, even if he was not used to it, it was refreshing.

This kind of truth can be quite proved in later generations. The so-called upper class must talk about finance and politics, watch opera and ballet, and play snooker golf, but on certain occasions, there are endless pornographic jokes. Why?What is suppressed in the heart just needs to be excreted.

Su Jin's seemingly vulgar behavior actually made these people quite envious. Their solidified thinking determined that these behaviors were what they wanted to do but did not dare to do.

The incense was about to burn out, Su Jin picked up the brush, and used the gorgeous Wang School running script that later generations had copied for more than ten years to write it. When the last sentence was finished, Su Jin smartly put the brush on the pen holder , Just heard the sound of "dang", the cotton thread was disconnected, the small plumb weight fell, and hit the cymbals, making a pleasant sound, the timing was just right.

According to the rules, no signatures are allowed on the poems of the five people, and they will be displayed by Li Zhong in a unified manner, and everyone will comment on them; although the handwriting styles are different, the first requirement for a scholar is a good handwriting, and no one cares about the fonts of the five people , but it is impossible to check the number in words.

After the ink was dry, Li Zhong personally hung the five poems on the colorful ropes in the pavilion with a small wooden clip, and then he called others to come forward to taste them. Their handwriting lost their qualifications, but judging from their expressions, they were already looking at Su Jin obsessively.

From everyone's point of view, the first poem is "Partridge Sky".

When a bit of residual red is about to disappear, the curtain is filled with cool autumn air.

It was raining three times on the phoenix leaves, and the sound of the leaves was parting.

Tune Baose, dial Jinyu, and sing partridge lyrics at the same time.

Nowadays, in the wind and rain Xilou night, I cry even if I don't hear the song clearly.

The words are written with a lot of artistic conception, from autumn night and autumn rain to the feeling of parting, and the sorrow of parting and parting hatred in the scenery. Although it is a bit far-fetched, it is still a top-notch work.

Members of the poetry club who are interested in reading draw a small circle at the bottom of the manuscript to express their appreciation. This poem has thirteen circles.

The second lyric is the song "Treading Shasha"

Love is like a gossamer, people are like flying catkins, and the teardrop pavilion stares at each other in the air.

A stream of smoke and willows are hanging down, and there is no reason why Lanzhou lives.

The geese pass by the setting sun, the grass is fascinated by the mist, and now there are countless worries. <The seasons are floating in the sky, and the gossamer and catkins rushing towards the face are metaphors, which very aptly convey the feeling of being in a state of indecision and being lost. Love is like a gossamer, people are like flying catkins' two sentences are indeed rare and good sentences.

Everyone nodded in praise, this poem was obviously better than the previous "Partridge Sky", 24 out of [-] people, it is obvious that it is already in sight.

The third and fourth poems are "Yu Linling" and "Rui Hexian" respectively. The former one is imitated by Liu Yong, but the meaning and emotion of the words are very different. Although there are many words, they only have six circles. However, the word "Rui He Xian" directly digressed, and asked him to write about parting feelings, but he wrote it as boudoir complaints. Although it is more than charming, it is obviously not satisfactory.

After reading the four poems, everyone was curious which one was written by Su Jin. Did not take the result to heart.

Everyone looked at the fifth poem again, but they saw a gorgeous cursive stroke as bright as a flying bird, flowing down in a fluent manner, which has the connotation of Wang Xizhi's calligraphy. It is a "Magpie Bridge Immortal"

Slender cloud tricks,

Flying stars spread hatred,

Yinhan's darkness.

The golden wind and jade dew meet,

It wins, but there are countless people in the world.

Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams.

Endure Gu Queqiao and return home!

If the two loves last for a long time,

How can it be here, day and night!

The crowd burst into admiration, the word shocked everyone's hearts like a thunderbolt, not to mention the language of the word, this word expresses a view of love that no one has ever heard of. Day and night! What an open-minded and wise attitude towards emotions. In comparison, sadness, sorrow, resentment, and melancholy are all floating clouds in Su Jin's poem. No matter what, this is the touchstone of long-term love between two people.

Su Jiner listened to the exclamation of the crowd, and his face was slightly feverish, "Brother Shaoyou, I offended you. Since you are not born yet, I will borrow this poem from you first."

Everyone admired it for a long time, and drew their pens one after another. Except for the author and two people who helped Su Jin grind the ink and spread the paper, there were 24 people left in the agency. The 24 circles were densely packed in the blank space. Everyone was not enough, and they chanted the record one after another. It has been a long time to taste .