If life could only be like the first time we met
Mo'er, the schoolgirl standing on the stage, was moved to tears after hearing these words...
Before everyone had recovered from the first line, Feng Shanshui read out the second line:
Why is the autumn wind sad about the painted fan
This sentence is even more direct to people's past. Why did we finally separate when we loved each other so deeply? Why did you tell others about the vows of love you made to me
The female school teacher on the stage originally had tears in her eyes, but now tears were already sliding down her cheeks...
Zhu Ping'an increased the speed of writing with the brush in his hand, and wrote quickly.
"It is easy to change the hearts of old friends, but it is said that the hearts of old friends are easy to change."
Your mentality changes easily. You said you would love me till old age, but now you treat me like a blade of grass. It doesn't matter if you treat me like a blade of grass, but you come to scold me for changing my heart. After hearing this sentence, some people resonated with it. They listened quietly, but their hearts were already surging. Of course, many people frowned. Can such a poem full of life insights and emotional insights be written by such a young man who looks like he hasn't even grown all his hair yet? It's very doubtful.
Zhu Ping'an has always been low-key and rarely hangs out with others. His fellow students and candidates have left at least five or six poems in Anqing Prefecture, but Zhu Ping'an only left two poems at the Jingxian Poetry Meeting, and they were both full of questions.
Some talents do exist, but as for his great talents, everyone is still full of doubts.
After all, this kind of poetry is immortal, so how could it be written by a 13-year-old boy who has no reputation at all? Especially this kind of poetry that requires emotional experience to write, it is hard to believe that it was written by a boy who has not even finished his hair.
Tongcheng Xia Luoming stood quietly aside, his usual arrogance gone, he looked at Zhu Pingan with his mouth slightly open, unable to see through...
The discussion at the scene was gradually getting louder, mostly doubts and few praises.
Zhu Ping'an seemed to be unable to hear the voices of the crowd, and could not see the changes in their emotions. He continued to stand there and write furiously, finishing the remaining verses in one go:
"After the conversation at Mount Li, the night was half full of tears, the rain rang, and the bells never complained
How can I compare to the unfaithful man in brocade clothes who wished to be together forever
When Zhu Ping'an finished writing the last stroke, Feng Shanshui next to him seemed to be quite emotional and read the whole poem again.
The female schoolmaster standing on the stage looked at Zhu Ping'an with burning eyes, her face already filled with tears.
This poem is so suitable for such a romantic place. The whole text condemns the unfaithful man in brocade clothes in the tone of a lovelorn woman. It is almost an ancient version of the sublimated version of the literary version of love business. When we first met, you fell in love with me and swore to love me forever! But in the blink of an eye, you embraced another woman and scolded me for being fickle. I cried, felt pain, loved my country, and hated. In the end, I can only say one sentence, if life could only be as it was when we first met.
After reading the whole poem, everyone had mixed emotions. This is definitely a poem that will be remembered forever, but it was written by a young man who has not even fully grown his hair and does not know what love is. It makes people doubt no matter how you look at it. Have you ever been in love? How can you write such a lingering and sad poem
The heartstrings of the female schoolmaster Mo'er were touched and she could not control herself. Her tears wet her veil. She bowed to Zhu Ping'an and thanked him for the poem.
Someone saw the female schoolmaster's action at the first moment, and before she could express her gratitude, she took the initiative to express her doubts to Zhu Ping'an.
"Did you write this poem yourself?"
Zhu Pingan put down the brush in his hand, glanced at the man, smiled slightly, and asked, "Could it be you who did it?"
The man was speechless and stunned for a moment, then he asked confidently, "You are only a thirteen-year-old boy, how can you have such a profound understanding of life, love, hate, and vengeance?"
Many people who had the same doubts couldn't help but agree.
Zhu Ping'an still smiled and asked softly, "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
The man said without hesitation, "Of course it's true."
"The truth is, I have never eaten pork, but I often see a group of fat pigs roaring in the mountains."
Even if you haven't eaten pork, you've seen pigs run. There are many touching and hateful love stories in history, and there are also many stories about talented men and beautiful women.
After a slight pause, the man asked again, "What about lies?"
"The lie is... I copied it from a guy named Nalan Xingde, with the courtesy name Rongruo and the nickname Yinshui."
Nalan Xingde? What a strange name. Where is he from? Why have I never heard of him
While everyone was confused, Zhu Ping'an had already turned around and left. The Zuijunlou with its bright lights and wine did not make Zhu Ping'an linger for even a moment.
"Sir, please stay..."
Even the female schoolmaster standing on the stage, who had been admired by everyone for years but still wore a veil, had already put her hand on the veil. She was about to pull it off to reveal her stunning face in the next second. However, even so, she did not let Zhu Ping'an turn around to take another look.
When everyone reacted, Zhu Ping'an had already gone downstairs without any reluctance to leave.
After that, everyone could only vaguely see the young man holding the black wooden board through the window sill, walking into the wind and rain again.
If we have different ideals, we cannot work together!
Zhu Ping'an walked in the wind and rain, murmured softly, and strode towards the inn.
I don't know if the unfinished food is still in the inn. I didn't eat much in the first place. Is the money I grabbed too much or too little? I was pulled by the villagers too hastily when I left. I was even hungrier after all the trouble in Zuijunlou. The rain seemed to be getting heavier and the wind was getting stronger. The wet clothes stuck to my body, but they couldn't keep out the cold wind and rain. I had better hurry back to the inn, drink a bowl of ginger soup, take a hot bath and change into clean clothes... ...