Everyone was concentrating on thinking and painting, and for a moment, the scent of ink overwhelmed the aroma of the food.
From time to time, someone would write a poem, and from time to time someone would pass the poem to everyone. From time to time, a poem would be passed to the front table. Those present were all successful candidates in the imperial examinations, and their poems were not bad either. Therefore, from time to time, two or three excellent works would be recognized by the big guys.
"bamboo"
There are old and lush bamboos in front of the steps, which grow into thousands of bamboos all year round.
The most important thing is to be humble and remain strong, and not feel the cold after going through wind and rain for a long time.
Guo Ziyu's poem "Bamboo" was also uploaded, and was affirmed by the big shot at the first table, which made him feel complacent. Looking around, he saw that Zhu Ping'an, who was at the last seat, had still not written a word, and he couldn't help but feel that this was a godsend opportunity.
So, Guo Ziyu, like other scholars who were visiting other tables to communicate, picked up a glass of wine and slowly came to Zhu Ping'an's table. He exchanged greetings with the scholars sitting at the last table, exchanged poems, and drank a glass together.
Then, Guo Ziyu seemed to suddenly discover the empty white paper in front of Zhu Ping'an, and he said in fake surprise:
"Brother Zhu is known for his talent, why haven't you started writing yet?"
Guo Ziyu's surprise attracted the attention of the candidates at the nearby tables. Everyone had finished writing poems. Although not all of them were recognized by the first master, they were all good. When they heard that someone had not finished writing yet, they turned around curiously to take a look.
The last of the last, a young genius who can be compared to Yang Ge Lao...
But at this moment, there is not a single word written. Is it to attract everyone's attention? Or is it just a false reputation
Then everyone inevitably has their own ideas.
"Brother Zhu comes from a mountain village, and there must be many pines, bamboos, and plums on the mountain, but there are so many good poems you wrote that you are overwhelmed by the choices."
Guo Ziyu pretended to speak for Zhu Ping'an and inadvertently revealed the fact that Zhu Ping'an came from a mountain village.
Then everyone looked at Zhu Ping'an with a slightly different look. Of course, some people heard that Zhu Ping'an came from a poor family and were more appreciative, but they were not the mainstream.
The concept of family background was still deeply rooted in ancient times. Ancient culture was too much about inheritance, and the ancient officialdom attached great importance to family background. This is also a fact. The prominent official families and scholarly families have produced many celebrities from generation to generation. However, it is more difficult for the low-status people to enter the upper class of society than for a carp to jump over the dragon gate, and there are few celebrities. This cruel reality cannot but make people attach great importance to family background.
So when everyone knew that Zhu Ping'an came from a poor family, apart from some admiration, most of them were still surprised. How much development could a boy from a poor family have without connections and money
At this moment, he didn't write a word. Considering that he was the last one to pass the exam, everyone had to be a little suspicious. During the provincial examination, tens of thousands of students rushed to the examination hall. Many students from scholarly families were taught to read and write by their elders since childhood. They studied all the time except for eating and drinking. They could be said to be professional candidates with a good educational environment. For this young genius, luck should be one of the important factors for him to stand out from a bunch of professional candidates.
Zhu Pingan looked at Guo Ziyu standing beside him, looking at his provocative and slightly contemptuous face...
Don’t understand why some people always dislike you
Jealous
Under normal circumstances, I would have just laughed it off. But now, watching them work so hard on the words and sentences, thinking about how many scenes from the past there were in the entire Ming Dynasty, I felt a sense of depression in my heart that was difficult to vent.
Suddenly I had the urge to slap someone in the face.
I'm sorry. Who asked you to come here? I just can't vent some of my emotions.
When it comes to writing poetry, I have never been afraid of anyone. After all, so many poems and songs from the late Ming Dynasty to the Qing Dynasty to modern times are, in a sense, mine.
"Among the new candidates, Ping'an is the most unworthy. You all are outstanding people before you. Ping'an feels ashamed of himself." Zhu Ping'an raised the corners of his lips slightly and bowed to Guo Ziyu.
You are quite good at changing the subject. But I finally got this opportunity, how can I let you succeed? Guo Ziyu thought to himself.
"Brother Zhu, please don't be too modest. If you say you are ashamed of yourself for passing the imperial examination at the age of thirteen, then we will have to find a crooked tree and hang ourselves on it." Guo Ziyu stretched out his hand, pointed at everyone and himself, and shook his head and smiled.
"That's right." Guo Ziyu's words prompted the busybodies to echo him.
"Brother Zhu, please don't refuse. There are many pines and bamboos in the mountains and fields. Brother Zhu must have had some good verses. If you have too many good poems in your mind and it is difficult to choose, why not write them down and let us help you choose." Guo Ziyu urged again, his eyes full of ridicule.
This time, Zhu Ping'an was not only asked to write one poem, but he was also asked to write at least several poems.
Under Guo Ziyu's leadership, more people came to do good things and the voices of booing increased.
Zhu Ping'an looked at Guo Ziyu and complained in his heart: Do you really think I can't write? I can write dozens of poems about bamboo, pine and plum in a few minutes. Do you believe it
It's what you wanted.
Under Guo Ziyu's repeated urging, Zhu Pingan took the paper and pen and wrote down his thoughts amid the noise of the crowd:
"bamboo"
Hold fast to the green mountains and never let go, roots are planted in the broken rocks;
No matter how many times you are beaten, you will still be strong, no matter which direction the wind blows.
As soon as this poem was written, Guo Ziyu, who had been shouting the loudest just now, was speechless. It seemed as if this poem was written specifically to slap himself in the face, and the posture in which he did so was extremely handsome!
The roots stand firm and the rocks break, as if responding to himself that he came from a poor family in the mountains.
No matter how many blows you take, no matter which direction the wind blows, it is almost a reflection of yourself!
However, this is just my own understanding, because anyone who reads this poem will find it full of determination, tenacity, and strong character...
"Well, my dear brother Zhu, you are a man who would make a big splash if you do make a name for yourself." A scholar sitting at the same table praised Zhu Ping'an's poem "Bamboo" and was amazed.
Holding on to the green mountains and never letting go, the bamboo roots are rooted in the broken rocks. Suffering countless hardships, it remains strong, no matter what wind blows from where.
This kind of artistic conception makes people feel full of energy just thinking about it!
"This poem is full of style and is comparable to Yu Gong's "Lime Chant"!"
All the people nearby were successful candidates in the imperial examinations. After reading Zhu Ping'an's poem, they praised it highly. As for Cao Jieyuan's "Bamboo", it pales in comparison.
Listening to the praise from the people around him, Guo Ziyu felt his face getting hot, but at this point he was in a dilemma and could not back down. He had to force himself to praise him and urged him again.
"Wonderful, indescribably wonderful. This one poem is so breathtaking. Then the other poems that you had to choose from are even more wonderful. Let's share these wonderful poems. Please don't be stingy and keep your wonderful poems to yourself."
I admit that your song is great, but I don't believe you can come up with another song comparable to this one! Guo Ziyu thought.
Zhu Ping'an glanced at Guo Ziyu and then picked up his pen to write again.
You don't believe it, right? Then I'm sorry to disappoint you. It's your fault that you came here even though you were so unhappy.
"bamboo"
Lying in my humble room, I hear the rustling of bamboos and think it is the sound of my neighbors’ suffering.
We, the younger generation, are concerned about every branch and leaf of our lives.
When this poem was written, everyone around was speechless and full of respect for the young man sitting at the last seat.
This poem swept away the trend of everyone here writing poems about bamboo, lamenting and praising bamboo, and took a different approach. No, it can be said that it was inspired by the poem.
Directly elevated to a higher level!
From bamboo to love, it has reached the state of worrying about the world before worrying about oneself!
The previous poem was the best in terms of bamboo-themed style, but this one has risen to the level of people's livelihood. Everyone can say that they worry about the world first, but how do they do it? Among all the poems about bamboo, this one is groundbreaking.
"These two poems would also be a dilemma for me."
Someone sighed like this.
Guo Ziyu was dumbfounded at this moment, and was stunned on the spot! His face flushed! How could he really write it! (To be continued)