high official

Chapter 82

For the first time in his life, Wang Xian experienced the feeling of rushing ducks to the shelves.

He is a person who does not suffer. Although he is calm most of the time, he was completely annoyed by those talents tonight, and he can't even wait for revenge in the future.So with the idea of ​​​​exiting my breath, I wrote that poem.But as soon as Chen Yong left, he regretted it... If he was called to the upper boat to take further exams, wouldn't he reveal himself?

He immediately decided to rub the soles of his feet with oil. Unexpectedly, the bosses were surprisingly efficient when dealing with idle affairs, so that he became an ant on the hot pot before he could get away in time.

Now that things are going on, I have no choice but to bite the bullet and hold on, as long as I can pretend to be counted as long...

Ignorantly, together with a few scholars, I saluted the elders.Ordinarily he was going to bow down, but because of the honor of the scholars, he just bowed deeply.

"Today's Shangyuan Poetry Contest, you and other ten people are outstanding, and I am honored to be instructed by Xueshi Hu himself. Why don't you thank the bachelor?" After everyone saluted, Xu Tixue said in a deep voice.

The crowd saluted again to Xueshi Hu, who had twirled his beard and bowed his head, "Xie Xie for your advice! I'll be all ears."

"Hehe, I don't dare to give advice, I'll just wait for each other to learn from each other..." Hu Guang was over forty, with a graceful bearing, and he looked like a leader in the literary world.He smiled gently at the crowd: "People say that Zhejiang has many talents, and it is true. Your poems are either graceful, grand, elegant, or elegant. For your age, they are really good." After a pause, he said: "For example, the sentence 'Beautiful hibiscus gushes out from the sky, and the treasure trees are nearly nine layers high. The wind is very good..."

Those who can get the first prize are indeed non-human. Hu Guang can memorize those awkward poems just by reading them once, and his comments are also convincing.

"But there is one poem that is better than Yu Zi's." After commenting on the poems of the nine scholars, Hu Xueshi commented on the last poem, and recited the whole poem for the first time:

"With the light without the moon it is not entertaining, and with the moon without the light it is not spring.

Spring comes to the world, people are like jade, and the moon is like silver when the lamp burns

The streets are full of pearls, emerald greens and lantern-watching girls, painting boats, singing, singing and dancing.

If Zhan Fangzun doesn't open his mouth to smile, how can this good day disappear? "

Hu Xueshi's cadences fit the artistic conception of the whole poem, and he recited it in one go, and then vividly displayed a lively scene of the West Lake Shangyuan in front of everyone.All the scholars were convinced when they heard it, and secretly said, it is indeed beyond my reach...

All the adults here have already commented on this poem, but listening to it now, they have new feelings.At first they felt that this poem was plain and straightforward, and there was no refinement and carving of words.But the talent flows downstream, it is natural, refreshing and enjoyable.Re-tasting at this moment, they can feel more clearly that the artistic conception of the poem is ethereal and lofty, but it is very human-like, and that seems to be what they have been looking for all along...

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The development of poetry into the Ming Dynasty has entered a bottleneck period, and after the four masters of the early state were all killed by the Taizu, they fell into a situation where all horses were silent.Over the past few decades, poets have been seeking breakthroughs, but those who quit their jobs will inevitably become superficial, and those who return to the basics often lose their straightforwardness.

In addition, all the students who wrote the poems this time were students at the school. The students focused on their careers and didn't put much energy into poetry, so their level was average.

It is not difficult to understand why Hu Guang and the elders read it so quickly.Who would it be, when looking through the stacks of cramming and allusions and rhetoric, he would not be in the mood to savor them carefully, but it was just for business.

It is not difficult to understand how excited they will be when they see an otherworldly poem.It's like eating iced sour plum soup in summer and seeing a clump of green on the loess plateau...

"Well, a good poem, a good poem." The first person to discover this poem was Yu Qian, the prefect of Hangzhou, and he couldn't help but praise: "Listen to me reading this poem, everyone, I discovered a Bai Letian for the Ming Dynasty."

Everyone was very interested when they heard the words. They all raised their heads and listened to the magistrate Yu's slow reading: "If there is a lamp without a moon, it will not entertain people. If there is a moon without a lamp, it is not spring. When spring comes to the world, people are like jade, and when the lamp burns and the moon is like silver, the next month is like silver." ..."

After Yu Qian finished reading, all the adults thought about it for a long time, and then sighed: "This talent is made by nature, I will never forget it..."

"Bachelor Xie once said in the past that high talents don't need to use allusions. Talent is more than enough. Why do you need to find chapters and excerpt sentences?" Hu Guang also praised: "After hearing this poem today, I know that what Xie Xue said is true." He raised his wine glass high and said, "It should be a big white for poetry!"

"Dangfu Dabai!" Everyone raised their wine glasses one after another. After toasting, someone laughed and said, "With this poem alone, I can be the second talented scholar in Ming Dynasty." , no one can shake his status based on his merits in compiling the "Yongle Dadian".

"Yes, such a talented person shouldn't be born without a name." Hu Guang nodded heavily, excitedly said: "I should make him famous!" Then he asked Yu Qian, "I don't know who the poet's name is, where is his name? "

The magistrate of Yu Guang was intoxicated, and then he remembered to look at the name, and seeing that he was under his rule, he replied proudly: "Fuyang petty official Wang Xian...uh..." After finishing speaking, he was stunned.

Everyone was also stunned, it was hard to believe that a small official could compare all the talents in Zhejiang...

"Isn't it a joke?" Everyone asked, "It's possible that the more talented a scholar is, the better he will be."

"No." Zhou Xin, who hadn't said much, finally said, "It's him who insists that Qingshan won't let go."

"Ha, it turns out that he is the 'No. [-] official in the south of the Yangtze River' appointed by Father Tie Han!" All the elders suddenly said: "No wonder, no wonder!" Since there have been excellent works before, the fragile hearts of the elders are easier to accept.

"If you are so talented, why are you willing to be an official?" Someone asked in puzzlement.

"Not everyone has the money to study," Zhou Xin had a good impression of Wang Xian, and he used Wang Xian's method to transfer the capital to the first army of the Yan envoy Si Yijun. Sure enough, the Yan Si did not dare to mess around again and canceled Restrictions on selling salt in Zhejiang and East.

This move not only rescued the salt merchants, but also brought down the price of salt in western Zhejiang, benefiting countless people.For this, Zhou Xin has always been very grateful to Wang Xian, so he naturally wants to say a few words for him at this time, "This Wang Xian's father is Wang Xingye. Studying. His father was rehabilitated last year, and the magistrate of Fuyang took care of him to enter the county government and become a clerk, which solved the problem of livelihood."

"So that's how it is." After hearing Zhou Xin's explanation, all the adults sighed and said, "It's a pity that such a talent has fallen into the rank and file, it's like a bright pearl cast in the dark..."

"It's nothing to be sorry about." Xu Tixue's heart moved, and he said with a smile, "Su Laoquan, 27, started to get angry. He is not yet 17 years old, and now he is being urged to study hard, so he is another Su Mingyun!" He was extremely caring, and when he heard doubts, he even went out to explain to Wang Xian...

Seeing that he was so enthusiastic, Zhou Xin was taken aback for a moment, and immediately understood Xu Tixue's little abacus, and couldn't help frowning slightly, as if he was doing a disservice...

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On the upstairs boat, with respect to Wang Xian's poems, Xueshi Hu put on the air of a great master in the world, and educated all the students:
"This poem is plain and straightforward, not to mention refinement and carving, but it is catchy and beautiful. Why? Because it is like the jingle of a zither without noise, like flowing clouds and flowing water without hindrance." Pause, Xueshi Hu After looking around, I remembered something very important: "Which one is Wang Xian?"

"The villain is here." Wang Xian is not a scholar, so naturally he can't call himself a student, so he hurried out to salute.

Everyone saw that he was handsome, his bones were strange, and he didn't have the vulgarity of a clerk in the yamen, and the pimples in his heart immediately eased a lot... If the author of this kind of poem is the kind that is vulgar at first sight Subordinates, how many people have to panic?

"Do you have a sign?" Xueshi Hu asked kindly.

"Caozi Zhongde." Wang Xiangong said: "It is a gift from the county master."

"Very good." Hu Xueshi secretly sighed in his heart, if it is not so good, it would be a good thing for the old man to give you one. "Zhongde, let me ask you, how many years have you been in school?"

"If you're going back to a bachelor, the villain only went to school for a few days." Although Wang Xian didn't understand what Hu Guang meant, he seemed to want to clean up for himself, so he naturally responded obediently.

"Who did you learn to write poetry from?" Hu Guang asked again.

"Nobody taught me." Wang Xian said.

"Scary," the elders said with a smile, "then how can you compose poetry?"

"A villain only knows the basics of duality and mediocrity, and I like to read "Three Hundred Poems of the Tang Dynasty" on weekdays," Wang Xian replied timidly: "It has been a long time, and I have the courage to do some doggerel, jingle and so on..."

After speaking, a big stone in my heart fell to the ground, at least let the words go here, and I don't have to worry about revealing my secrets anymore.Of course, this is all thanks to Hu Guang, Bachelor Hu, even if he deliberately acts as a babysitter, he is not so competent.

"Self-study has the advantages of self-study. For example, a child, everything comes naturally, and can not be affected by the influence of the teacher's inheritance and atmosphere, but can learn the artistic conception of Tang poetry." Hu Xueshi was also very satisfied with Wang Xian's cooperation, and continued to teach sentient beings road:

"And you all come from majors. When you compose poems, it is inevitable that you will show off your knowledge and carve allusions painstakingly. In the end, you will squish your teeth and lose your natural artistic conception. This is why Jiang Baishi said that 'carving hurts your spirit'."

"But it's not for you to learn from him. If you do that, you will learn to walk in Handan again. You won't be able to learn the naturalness, and even the original ingenuity will be lost. As a result, you will be at a loss." After a pause, Hu Xueshi said in a deep voice: "How to balance it? The relationship between sculpture and nature is really worth paying attention to! Finally, the old man uses Lu Fangweng's words to give you, "Articles are naturally made, and skillful hands can get them occasionally." I have already pointed out the direction for you. As for what achievements we can achieve in the future , on the one hand, you are talented, and on the other hand, you are working hard, so let’s do it for ourselves..."

"The students have been taught!" The students were so excited that this was the teaching of the great master. They seemed to see a golden road leading to the throne of the god of poetry...

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　It's late again today, but the good news is that the next chapter is halfway through and should come sooner.I'm really tired, please support...

　　
　
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