Mingshi

Chapter 56

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Luo Xin also didn't think that those scholars who frowned and thought were just pretending. It was obvious that a few scholars were thinking hard there, and their speed of grinding ink was extremely slow. When I learned about the Taoyuan Cultural Association, I didn't have time to prepare.

"Life is full of vicissitudes!"

Luo Xin watched with a relaxed mood while sighing in his heart.He glanced at my uncle again, seeing that my uncle was in high spirits, and thought that my uncle must have been preparing for this essay meeting for a long time.

"Brother Xin, why aren't you ready?"

While grinding the ink, Zhang Xun whispered to Luo Xin. It has to be said that Zhang Xun really regarded Luo Xin as a close friend. Seeing Luo Xin leaning against the tree trunk in a relaxed manner, he couldn't help but feel anxious for him.

"Shh!"

Luo Xin put his finger on his lips, and then winked at him.Zhang Xun then understood that Luo Xin didn't want to compose poetry, or...he couldn't compose it.

Think about it too, what kind of poems does an eight-year-old child make!How many Luo Bin kings are there!Anyway, there are more than 100 people here, and everyone is very unfamiliar with Luo Xin. Even if he doesn't write poetry, no one knows.

So Zhang Xun ignored Luo Xin, and after grinding the ink, he picked up the pen and started writing.Luo Xin saw him writing non-stop, and laughed in his heart, presumably he had already prepared for it.Looking closely at Zhang Xun's expression, he saw that although he didn't frown, there was a trace of worry between his brows, probably because he didn't have much confidence in the poems he had prepared.

The rustling of the pen on the paper began to gradually sound in the peach forest, and there was a tense atmosphere floating in the peach forest. In this tense atmosphere, only Luo Xin was the most leisurely.

About two quarters of an hour later, people began to submit poems. Luo Xin was surprised that the first one to submit was not the son of the magistrate of Zhou County, but the child prodigy Haizheng of Yanglin County, followed by Jian Jian, and then Zhou Yu. , Then people began to submit poems one after another, Zhou Zhixian and Lu Tingfang began to get busy, discussing in a low voice from time to time.

Luo Xin looked at Zhouzhi County and Lu Tingfang from a distance, and saw their expressions were extremely calm. Even after reading Zhou Yu's poems, there was not much change in their expressions. According to the style of literati at this time, if you see a good poem , will definitely be overjoyed, like a wine drinker who drinks pure syrup.

There is only one explanation for this, and that is that there are no good poems that make their eyes shine.

Seeing this, Luo Xin couldn't help but secretly nodded in appreciation to Zhou Zhixian.Presumably Zhou Zhixian did not help Zhou Yu. Although Zhou Yu had prepared poems, they had not been corrected by Zhou Zhixian in advance.

The father and son have the character of a scholar.

Reviewing more than 100 poems was not an easy job, and it took a long time. It took more than an hour to finally review the last poem.A stack of papers was stacked aside, and there were only three sheets of paper on the desk. These were the three poems selected by the Taolin Literature Society today.

It seems that several people in Zhouzhi County have discussed it beforehand. At this time, a thin middle-aged man picked up a poem draft in front of him, with a smile on his face and said:

"Today, the old man will comment on the poems about flowers in this Taolin Literature Society."

Everyone was refreshed, even Luo Xin sat up straight.Then I heard the thin old man chanting slowly:

"If you don't write about the sunny forest, write about the rain forest,

Just like a cage of smoke in a bright lake.

Everything in the world is blurry,
The wind horse cloud car will go back and forth. "

All the scholars were silent, Luo Xin also sat up straight, he did not expect that there would be such a good poem in Yanglin County.The artistic conception of this poem is far away!

"I won't say much about this poem. It's a rare good poem. It's just that the artistic conception is a bit negative, and it's full of a rare and confused thought, which has a very Taoist charm. If it's us old guys who have this kind of thinking, it's not a big deal. However, all living beings are in their prime of life. When they contribute to the country, this kind of thinking will be inferior, so we will rate it as the flower of this essay meeting. Now the old man is here to read the author of this poem. It's Zhou Yu."

"Congratulations, Brother Zhou!"

The scholars nearby congratulated Zhou Yu one after another. Although Zhou Yu was criticized implicitly, his expression was indifferent, and he saluted the thin old man first:

"Thank you for your review!"

Shan Yeju also nodded with a smile and said: "Nephew, you still have to work hard!"

"Yes!"

Luo Xin glanced at Zhang Xun, and saw a little disappointment on Zhang Xun's face, thinking that he already felt that it was impossible for him to enter the top two.He looked at his uncle again, but seeing his face full of anticipation, Luo Xin began to look forward to it too. To be honest, he really didn't know how knowledgeable his uncle was.

Next, the second-best poem in this essay meeting, which was commented by Zhou Zhixian, was obtained concisely.What surprised Luo Xin the most was that the winner of the first prize in this literary competition turned out to be Hisun, an 11-year-old child prodigy.After Lu Tingfang finished commenting, she looked at Haizheng expectantly and said:
"Hisun, when the old man looks forward to seeing you again, you will already be a scholar."

"Yes, students must work hard!"

Luo Xin looked at his uncle again, and seeing his face full of disappointment, he stood there dejectedly.He looked away and stopped paying attention.

Zhou Zhixian, who was at the side, couldn't help laughing and said, "I didn't expect that the champion of the Taolin Literature Society this time would be won by the youngest student. Congratulations, hahaha..."

A trace of complacency appeared on Hisun's face, and a trace of worry appeared in Lu Tingfang's eyes. He was most afraid of becoming famous at a young age and then losing himself.But at this time, he couldn't reprimand him, he just shook his head slightly and stopped talking.

"Here is a younger one!" A scholar who was beside Luo Xin suddenly pointed at Luo Dao.

Luo Xin just shrank his head, the hatred in his heart!What does my age care about you?There is no grass by the river, so how can there be a donkey with a mouth?
"Oh?" Zhou Zhixian's eyes lit up: "Is there anyone younger?"

The person sitting in front of Luo Xin moved to the side, revealing Luo Xin.Lu Tingfang saw Luo Xin at a glance, and his expression showed a trace of anxiety. On the one hand, he was worried that Luo Xin would become famous here when he was young, and on the other hand, he was also worried that Luo Xin would resent him for not telling him about Taolin Wenhui. I secretly said in my heart:
"Why is Luo Xin here?"

Zhou Zhixian looked at Luo Dao with great interest: "This is the young man of the He family?"

Luo Xin stood up helplessly, bowed towards the seat in front of him and said, "I have met Mr. Zhou, I have met Uncle Lu, I have seen the monks in the mountains, and I am a student of Shanglin Village Luo Xin."

"Oh? You are Luo Xin? I heard Brother Zhang said about you!" Zhou Zhixian saw Zhang Xun next to Luo Xin, and said with a smile:
"Nephew Zhang Xian brought you here, right?"

"Yes!" Luo Xin respectfully replied, Luo Xin naturally heard that the "Brother Zhang" in the mouth of the mountain layman was Zhang Xun's father Zhang Shu.

"I heard that you are a child prodigy in Shanglin Village?" Zhou Zhixian said amusedly.

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