The ultimate version of "Quiet Night Thoughts" is out!
Zhu Ping'an curled his lips, bowed to Meng Chong and said, "Please help me prepare the pen, ink, paper and inkstone."
"Haha, you are just pretending... Can you just change the classics of the Immortal Poet? You even prepared writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone?! You are overestimating your own abilities, struggling to your last breath..."
Hearing this, the Jinyiwei in the red flying fish uniform sneered at Zhu Ping'an, and his voice was as harsh and unpleasant as a jackal. Ha, you, Zhu Ping'an, are a fat pig on the chopping board, and there is no day for you to turn over. Why should I care about you
"Hey, look at my memory, I really deserve a beating. If Master Xiao Zhu hadn't reminded me, I would have almost forgotten about the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Quick, the rest of you, prepare the pen, ink, paper and inkstone for Master Xiao Zhu."
Meng Chong said this and hit himself, then ordered the eunuch who followed him to bring writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone to Zhu Ping'an.
As soon as the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were set out, Zhu Ping'an picked up the brush, dipped it in ink and put it on the rice paper.
"well… "
When Meng Chong saw Zhu Ping'an picking up the pen to write without thinking, he couldn't help but sigh in surprise. His writing was too sloppy.
Zhu Ping'an looked up at Meng Chong.
"Master Zhu, don't you think about it before you start writing?" Meng Chong couldn't help but remind Zhu Ping'an.
The Jinyiwei in red flying fish costumes standing by laughed. Was Zhu Ping'an going to give up on himself and give up treatment
"Didn't Eunuch Meng say that His Majesty is still waiting for his report? His Majesty's time is precious. How dare Ping An keep His Majesty waiting for too long?"
Zhu Ping'an smiled slightly and replied softly.
After saying this, Zhu Ping'an put his pen directly to the rice paper and started writing quickly, regardless of Meng Chong and others who were in a daze.
Except for dipping the brush in ink a few times, Zhu Ping'an never stopped writing.
"Misfortunes sent by Heaven can be pardoned, but those brought upon oneself cannot be pardoned. Eunuch Meng, he wants to die, why are you trying to stop him? You can't stop him..." The Jinyiwei in a bright red flying fish uniform came up to Meng Chong and mocked Zhu Ping'an in a hoarse voice.
However, before he could finish his mocking remarks to Zhu Ping'an, Zhu Ping'an in the cell had already finished his work.
"Please ask Eunuch Meng to present this to His Majesty." Zhu Ping'an put down his pen and bowed to Meng Chong, interrupting the sarcasm of the Jinyiwei in the red flying fish uniform.
ha?!
Is this the end?!
Meng Chong was stunned and didn't react for a while. Even though he saw what Zhu Ping'an wrote with his own eyes, he still couldn't believe his eyes and couldn't accept this fact.
How long has it been?! Forget about a cup of tea, the tea hasn't even been poured out yet, has it
Meng Chong subconsciously glanced at the sandalwood timer and found that the sandalwood was only just ignited.
The Jinyiwei in the red flying fish uniform was also stunned. What the hell, I haven't even finished talking yet, and you've already finished writing a poem? ! But he quickly came back to his senses, pulled the corner of his mouth downward and sneered, "Humph, you're just doing it in a hurry, giving up on yourself, how can you read a poem you wrote so quickly? If you present it to the emperor, won't it pollute the emperor's eyes?!"
In fact, it was not just the Jinyiwei in the red flying fish uniform who thought so. Almost everyone present who could read thought so.
"Quiet Night Thoughts" is a classic ancient poem by the great poet Li Bai. Zhu Ping'an finished revising it so quickly, so you can imagine the quality.
Meng Chong himself had almost the same idea.
Although Zhu Ping'an is known as the youngest champion of the Ming Dynasty, and his works such as "The Prelude to the Qingci" are also praised by the emperor, but now he has to revise the masterpiece "Quiet Night Thoughts" by the poet Li Bai. Zhu Ping'an has finished it so quickly? !
Can it be written well?!
Meng Chong looked at Zhu Ping'an's "Quiet Night Thoughts" with suspicion, without any expectations in his heart.
"Quiet Night Thoughts"
Three words caught Meng Chong's eyes. Well, apart from anything else, the handwriting was quite good, with powerful strokes that could be seen through the paper. The top scholar really had a good handwriting.
Looking further down, the first line of the poem leaps into Meng Chong's eyes: "The moon shines brightly before my bed, I wonder if it is frost on the ground."
Hey, this sentence of Zhuangyuanlang has been changed. Meng Chong remembers it very clearly. The original sentence is "Looking at the bright moon in front of the bed, I wonder if it is frost on the ground."
Meng Chong also has a solid foundation. Although he cannot be compared with those who have received professional training, he still has a certain ability to appreciate art.
After the change by the champion, this sentence is more catchy than the original. The original "seeing the moonlight in front of the bed" has a verb in the middle, and the tone will unconsciously pause when reading it, which is a bit sluggish, but after the champion changed it to "the bright moonlight in front of the bed", it is much more catchy. Meng Chong probably must have more profound things, but because of his limited literary skills, he can't see it, but it is an indisputable fact that it is catchy.
It seems to have really been changed?!
After reading the first two sentences, Meng Chong couldn't help but look up at Zhu Ping'an, wondering if Zhu Ping'an had grown an extra head. In such a short time, he could actually modify the poem of the Immortal Poet?!
Just one head!
How did you do that?!
Meng Chong retracted his gaze, lowered his head and continued to look down: "Look up at the bright moon, look down and think of my hometown."
Um
This sentence has also changed.
The original work was "Look up at the mountain moon, look down and think of my hometown." The champion changed it to "Look up at the bright moon, look down and think of my hometown." It reads more smoothly. Meng Chong also came to Beijing from other places. Every full moon night, he would look up at the bright moon and miss his hometown. Meng Chong pondered it and felt that "looking up" was a little easier, while "looking up" seemed more helpless and heavy. It seemed that "looking up" could better express the feeling of homesickness than "looking up". "Mountain moon" was changed to "bright moon", which made it easier to read. Meng Chong could not understand the deeper reasons.
However, it is an indisputable fact that the whole poem becomes easier to read and more conducive to being passed down after this change.
As for the artistic conception, I feel that the top scholar's poem seems to be more beautiful and vivid. Of course, this may also be due to my shallow literary foundation.
However, if I were to choose, it seems that the version revised by Zhuangyuanlang seems to be better than the original.
It seems that the top scholar really did it? !
I originally thought that this was a fatal question, but I never expected that for the top scorer, this was a free point question.
"Master Zhu is worthy of being the top scholar. After Master Zhu's revisions, this poem 'Quiet Night Thoughts' seems to be even better than the original." Meng Chong held the rice paper in both hands and said to Zhu Ping'an with a smile.
"What?! Better than before?" The guards in red flying fish uniforms were stunned when they heard this. Eunuch Meng was joking, right? How could the poem that Zhu Ping'an modified without even thinking about it be better than the original work of the poet Li Bai? !
The Jinyiwei in the red flying fish uniform came forward in disbelief and took a look at the "Quiet Night Thoughts" revised by Zhu Ping'an.
Well
It looks like... ... it looks like... ... it looks like it is really... ...
The Jinyiwei in the red flying fish uniform fell silent.
"Ping'an is just forced to do something unskillful. If he can by chance have a bit of the charm of the Immortal Poet, it's only because Ping'an is standing on the shoulders of giants." Zhu Ping'an bowed and said modestly.
"Standing on the shoulders of giants... The number one scholar always speaks astonishing words, and it is too difficult to be humble, haha..." Meng Chong said with a smile, and then carefully put away the rice paper, thinking to himself that this sentence is quite interesting, and he can tell it to the emperor later.