"Mr. Yin is a man of great talent. His reputation as 'Bian Gong, Li Panlong, Yin Shidan, and Xu Bangcai' is well-deserved."
"That's what I said, this is Bian, Li, Yin, and Xu."
After reading Yin Shidan’s second poem "Ode to Chopsticks", many people expressed such emotion.
Yin Shidan was quite famous in the poetry world during the Jiajing period. At that time, there was a saying in the poetry world "Bian (Gong), Li (Panlong), Yin (Shidan), Xu (Bangcai)", which meant that Bian Gong, Li Panlong, Yin Shidan and Xu Bangcai were four outstanding figures in the poetry world at that time, just like the four great poets of the early Tang Dynasty, Wang Bo, Yang Jiong, Lu Zhaolin and Luo Binwang, were called "Wang Yang Lu Luo" by people at that time.
Especially Yin Shidan’s first playful and humorous version of “Ode to Chopsticks” makes the second “Ode to Chopsticks” more majestic.
It makes a deeper impression.
It seems that Yin Shidan is well aware of this. Under his bold and unrestrained appearance, he hides a delicate heart.
Sure enough, anyone who leaves a name in history should not be underestimated. Zhu Pingan reminded himself again in his heart.
After Yin Shidan, several other people came forward to write. The quality of their poems was also acceptable, but compared with Yin Shidan’s second poem "Ode to Chopsticks", there was still a clear gap in both the theme and the choice of words.
The poem will gradually turn from its climax to a low point until another masterpiece appears:
"Song of Bamboo Chopsticks"
Born with a proud and strong character, he has a good character.
After being chopped by swords and axes many times, I would rather break than bend.
This is a poem by Zhang Juzheng.
After several people wrote poems of average quality, Zhang Juzheng, at the urging of several people around him, stood up and wrote this poem "Song of Bamboo Chopsticks".
This poem by Zhang Juzheng was written in running script, which is between regular script and cursive script. It shows considerable calligraphy skills, with each character connected by blood, strong bones and strong muscles, a carefree style, a graceful posture, and smooth writing. The whole poem is like flowing clouds and water, full of confidence and courage.
In terms of calligraphy, Zhang Juzheng's calligraphy is a step higher than Yin Shidan's. The poems written by the two were not far apart, and the calligraphy contrast is slightly obvious.
“Great poem, great calligraphy!”
"Uncle's calligraphy is absolutely amazing, flowing smoothly and in one go, showing how powerful Uncle is, and he has the demeanor of a master."
"Born with a proud and strong character, he has always been upright. After being chopped by knives and axes, he would rather break than bend... Shuda's poem "Ode to Bamboo Chopsticks" can be regarded as a monument to the integrity of bamboo chopsticks. Bamboo chopsticks are produced from bamboo, which has integrity and integrity, and would rather break than bend. This integrity and pride are dissolved in his blood. Even after being chopped by knives and axes and made into chopsticks, his bones are still upright and would rather break than bend. What a good poem, it is really a rare good poem."
"The poem is only 20 words long, but the image is vivid and vivid. The metaphor of chopsticks is vivid and vivid. This poem "Song of Bamboo Chopsticks" can be regarded as the "Song of Lime" of chopsticks. One is upright and the other is innocent, and they complement each other."
"Shu Da's calligraphy is the best today, and his poems are also rare masterpieces today."
"Juzheng, chopsticks are upright, haha, the poem is like the person."
Zhang Juzheng was very popular. After he wrote his poems, many people applauded, praised him, and spread his poems, receiving constant praise.
Although Gao Gong did not comment, he also had an approving smile on his face.
Zhu Ping'an also clapped and applauded along with the crowd, praising Zhang Juzheng's "Bamboo Chopsticks Chant", saying that he was indeed Zhang Juzheng. Although it was a bit exaggerated to compare Zhang Juzheng's "Bamboo Chopsticks Chant" to Yu Qian's "Lime Chant", Zhang Juzheng's "Bamboo Chopsticks Chant" was definitely a rare masterpiece.
"Thank you all for your praise, I am ashamed to accept it."
Amid the crowd's praise, Zhang Juzheng returned to his seat, bowed modestly to everyone, and spoke modestly.
"Good is good, uncle is too modest."
"Uncle's calligraphy and poem are totally worthy of the title."
Zhang Juzheng's humility made everyone like him more, and they all praised him with smiles.
The poetry reading continued. After Zhang Juzheng, two more people came forward to write poems. The quality of their poems was obviously much more mediocre than those of Yin Shidan and Zhang Juzheng.
Prince Yu sat in the main seat, dressed luxuriously, with a smile on his face, watching the performances of everyone in the audience. He would comment on each person's poem, regardless of its quality, and would praise them generously.
For Prince Yu, the better everyone performed, the happier he was. As for the performance of everyone today and the quality of the poems, Prince Yu was quite satisfied, especially the poems of Yin Shidan and Zhang Juzheng, which were the best today in Prince Yu's opinion. If nothing unexpected happened, the two imperial inkstones would be theirs.
Next, things developed in the same way as Prince Yu had expected. Several people came forward to compose poems. The quality of their poems was acceptable, but could not compare with those of Yin Shidan and Zhang Juzheng.
By this time, almost everyone came forward to compose poems, except for a few people.
Gao Gong sat upright on his seat, with no intention of taking action. He felt that among those who had written poetry, except Zhang Juzheng and the unreliable Yin Shidan, none of the others were worthy of him taking action.
Gao Gong was notoriously bad-tempered in Prince Yu's Mansion. He was always conceited and domineering, and everyone was a little afraid of him. Seeing that he had no intention of writing poetry, everyone was tactful and no one urged Gao Gong to write a poem.
However, Zhu Ping'an is different.
Up to now, Zhu Ping'an had not taken the initiative to write a poem. Instead, he sat there eating with relish. Many people who were interested had seen it, especially Wang Yaozu, who was staring at Zhu Ping'an all the time. When he saw that Zhu Ping'an was burping from eating, he felt that the time was about right and he could not sit still any longer.
"Master Zhu, you have been thinking about it for so long, isn't it time for us to see and read your masterpiece?" Wang Yaozu squinted his eyes, looked at Zhu Ping'an with a smile and said loudly.
Wang Yaozu's voice was very loud, especially when he talked about how long he had been thinking about it, he emphasized his tone. At this moment, no one came forward to write a poem, so Wang Yaozu's deliberately emphasized voice immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"Yes, Master Zhu, we should all appreciate the masterpiece. You have been thinking about it for so long, it is time for us to read it."
"that is."
Several people followed suit.
Why did it take so long to conceive
Wang Yaozu and the others were laughing in their hearts. They had been paying close attention to what was happening just now, but Zhu Ping'an didn't have any idea at all and was just busy eating.
They deliberately emphasized that Zhu Ping'an had been thinking about this for so long, with good intentions, just to make Zhu Ping'an even more embarrassed when he failed to produce a good work.
After spending so much time thinking about it, the poem turned out like this?!
"Master Xiao Zhu is a top scholar and has spent so much time on this project. It must be a masterpiece. We can't wait to read it."
"I have heard of Lord Zhu's great name for a long time. He will not let us down."
Wang Yaozu and others urged again and again.
"Well, Ping'an is not good at poetry, I'm afraid you will laugh at me." Zhu Ping'an stood up and shook his head modestly.
"Master Zhu is too modest."
"Master Zhu is so humble, but do you look down on us?"
Wang Yaozu and others pursued them relentlessly.
"How could that be? In that case, Ping'an will show off his ugliness." Zhu Ping'an bowed repeatedly, then walked towards the screen under the gaze of everyone.
When Zhu Ping'an picked up the brush, everyone's eyes were like spotlights, focusing on him.
After picking up the brush, Zhu Ping'an thought for a moment, then dipped the brush in ink and wrote the title "Ode to Chopsticks" on the screen with his brush moving like a dragon.
"Shh, this calligraphy! It's as graceful as a startled dragon, as light as floating clouds, as fine as iron and silver, unrivaled in ancient and modern times. How could Lord Zhu's calligraphy reach such a level?! It's unbelievable!"
“Good handwriting!”
"Just now I thought that Uncle's calligraphy was the best today, and no one could surpass it. I didn't expect that Master Zhu's calligraphy could even surpass it."
Everyone was amazed.
Those who originally looked down on Zhu Ping'an could not help but take him seriously at this moment.
After seeing the two words "Yong Zhu" written by Zhu Ping'an, Wang Yaozu's face turned pale and his heart suddenly rose to his throat.
How can Zhu Ping'an's calligraphy be so good? This kind of calligraphy can already be described as great. In the Ming Dynasty, there are probably no more than ten people whose calligraphy can surpass Zhu Ping'an's!
Are you shooting yourself in the foot
Wang Yaozu's face turned pale and his palms began to sweat from nervousness.