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Chapter 68 No.60 Chapter Eight: Borrowing Poems
In my memory, the current dynasty is called Dayan, which is a dynasty that did not exist in their history, and the dynasties that passed before did not exist in history.

Therefore, there is no such thing as a fairy or sage of poetry here!
Xu Dajun was excited, he was pushed to this position, he had no other choice, so he might as well be a copy of the paper!
He is not good at composing poems, but no matter how leaky the fish in the pool of compulsory education is, he can recite a few poems!
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, everyone waited impatiently, and the scholar was about to taunt him.

Xu Dajun cleared his throat, cupped his hands and said, "The little boy is making a fool of himself."

"Huh." The scholar was interrupted when he was about to say something, he couldn't help but snorted, and then he laughed.

In his opinion, it is a blessing from the ancestors that a kid who is so poorly dressed can read a few words, and can write poetry?He deserves it too!
He just waited to see how he made fun of him.

Xu Dajun held one hand behind his back, his head slightly raised at 45 degrees, took a step forward, and slowly chanted: "There are a few plum blossoms in the corner of the wall."

When the first sentence came out, the scholar couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing with a sarcasm on his face.

Xu Dajun took another step forward, and uttered another sentence, "Ling Han drives alone,"

The scholar was slightly taken aback.

Others are also thoughtful.

"Remote knowledge is not snow,"

"For a dark fragrance."

Cao Zhi wrote poems in seven steps, Xu Dajun moved poems in four steps, and after reciting, his expression was just right and introverted, pretending to beep.

At this time, the scholar's face was extremely stinky, and the others were savoring in a low voice. Ye Xuran, the magistrate's son, even slapped him directly, "I know it's not snow, because there is a dark fragrance, it's wonderful, wonderful!"

He looked at Xu Dajun with admiration, "How to title this poem? By the way, what's your name? Have you ever read a book?"

Xu Dajun nodded and said: "This poem is named after plum blossoms. Xu Dajun, a young student, has read books for a few years now."

"No wonder, no wonder!" Ye Xuran laughed loudly, turned to look at Yang Shiqiu and said, "Shiqiu, what do you think of this plum blossom?"

Everyone present knew that Yang Shiqiu was a great talent, and he was the best at composing poems. Even the professors of the prefectural school praised his poems very much.

Yang Shiqiu took a look at Xu Dajun, and nodded slightly: "Using snow to describe plum blossoms, and using dark fragrance to highlight plums is better than snow. This poem about plums is very well done."

With Yang Shiqiu and the magistrate nodding in approval, even if Xu Dajun's poem stood still, many people present thought the poem was good, and they also praised it a few words.

There was only one person who was not convinced, that is, the scholar just now.

The scholar's surname is Tong, and he took the county examination and government examination at the end of this year, but he didn't pass the college examination. Now he is also a serious Tongsheng.

So he was very complacent, but a yellow-haired boy who came from nowhere commented on his poems as nothing, and even made a poem to slap him in the face, how could he bear it?
Tong Scholar looked at Xu Dajun, and said with a bit of yin and yang, "It's not bad if you can read a few words at a young age, and you can also compose poems? Did you steal this poem from somewhere, and dare to come to so many people to show off? Don't be afraid." You can't get off the stage if you're dismantled!"

This statement has also been recognized by many people. After all, in some people's eyes, this kid is poorly dressed and thin. He may not be able to eat enough. How can he have the spare money to afford to study?

I don't know which mountain came out of it, so I can afford to go to school.

But if the poem was really stolen from somewhere, wouldn't it be a slap in the face of the magistrate and Yang Shiqiu? After all, even the poems that these two praised were not written by Xu Dajun, so it is really, haha, interesting.

As soon as Tong Shusheng said this, the magistrate couldn't help looking at Xu Dajun with a hint of doubt.

At this time, Ma Yulin smiled like Maitreya Buddha, and said: "This is easy, write another song, and you will know the truth."

If you can steal one song, you can't steal two more, right?
However, some people are really afraid that he can steal two songs.

Tong Scholar answered immediately: "This is another song, why not use lotus as the theme!"

He gambled that this man could steal poems, maybe they just happened to steal the poems of the Four Gentlemen of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum. After all, nowadays everyone likes to sing poems about the Four Gentlemen, so he would not let him succeed. Now that it is winter, he just If he had to use the lotus that only exists in summer as the theme, he couldn't be prepared, could he?

Tong Scholar spent all his free time, waiting for Xu Dajun to scratch his ears and cheeks anxiously.

This time it was a poetry meeting, and it was mainly composed of poems. Ye Xuran loved poetry, and was happy to listen to a few more good poems, so he looked at Xu Dajun and said, "Okay, so Dajun will write another one?"

Xu Dajun didn't ignore the different looks of the people present, and he didn't live in slander, did he, he just stole poems, but was it exposed?That is absolutely impossible.

Copying one song is also copying, copying two songs is also copying, so just copy it happily.

Xu Dajun put his hands behind his back, as if thinking, and then slowly raised his feet, one step at a time.

"The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the softness, the little lotus just shows its sharp horns, and dragonflies have already stood on its head."

With just one sentence, Tong Scholar was startled, this kid, really?

When the last sentence fell, Tong Shusheng saw his mouth, not knowing how to open it.

Can you still say that he stole poems now?

This was really slapped in the face again.

Some people were worried, others were happy, Ye Xuran slapped his hands cheerfully, "Okay! It's a little lotus just showing its sharp horns, and a dragonfly has already stood on it! It's really wonderful! I didn't realize that Dajun is also a poet great talent!"

Yang Shiqiu was also a little surprised. He didn't realize it when he saw him that day. He just thought he was a boy from the village.

Someone wondered: "You are not from our Fucheng, are you? Where do you live?"

Otherwise, why didn't they know about such a poetic talent before?
Xu Dajun said calmly: "I'm not from Fucheng, Xiaosheng's family lives outside the city."

It turned out to be an outsider, no wonder.

Everyone praised the poems one after another, and some people took up pens and wrote two poems on paper, and asked Ye Xuran's opinion, planning to include these two poems in the poetry collection of their poetry meeting.

At that time, this collection of poems will be placed in Boya Zhai for people to appreciate and recite.

These two poems are very well written, so they are naturally qualified to be included in the collection of poems.

After recovering from his senses, the child scholar who looked at these was very uncomfortable. He spent several days and nights carefully crafting a poem for today's poetry meeting. He thought it would be a blockbuster, but it was suddenly killed by this poor boy. How could he be reconciled to getting messed up?

"You said you have studied, but I wonder which school you are from?"

Xu Dajun said: "I studied in Fan's Academy before."

Fan's Academy?

Is there a school like this in Fucheng?

People seem to have never heard of it.

Tong Scholar sneered, "May I ask where this Fan's Academy is?"

Xu Dajun: "In Pingdong Fang, Gan Town, Dongping County, Wuning Prefecture, Yunzhou."

Yunzhou?

Everyone was stunned.

Someone said quickly: "Are you a refugee who escaped from the famine in Yunzhou?"

　Poems from Wang Anshi's "Plum Blossom" and Yang Wanli's "Little Pond"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)