Filial piety is the root of virtue and the source of education. Filial piety is the root of a person's virtue. A person with such filial piety will not be bad in virtue.
Although the boy's words and actions in the examination room were inappropriate, Zhou Xuezhen did not intend to pursue the matter further because of his filial piety.
Just because Zhou Xuezhen didn't want to pursue the matter doesn't mean that others don't want to pursue it. Although the students and scholars from Tongcheng, Taihu and other counties were shocked by Zhu Ping'an's farewell poem just now, it was only for a moment. After thinking about it later, they couldn't help but find many loopholes in it.
Although the poem is good, it is a snippet of Ruan Langgui's lyrics, which does not show his true level. Moreover, no matter how good his explanation is, it cannot prove that this farewell poem was written by him. His age is too inconsistent with this poem, it is not like it at all.
Many people still think that Zhu Ping'an's poem was ghostwritten by someone else.
Because of this idea, people were unwilling to let Zhu Ping'an get away with it, and were unwilling to let Zhou Xuezhen be deceived by this person.
Moreover, many people have just written poems, but the limelight seemed to have been stolen by Zhu Ping'an, and few students were willing to accept that. This was a good opportunity to show off in front of Zhou Xuezhen, Mr. Li, Mr. Zhao and others.
So someone suggested that since it was a poetry gathering, why not ask Zhou Xuezhen and others to come up with a topic and limit the number of poems to be written, and then select the best ones and bind them into a book, which would also leave beautiful memories of this poetry gathering.
Although there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts, everyone is young and full of energy, and who doesn't want to win? Moreover, the students from Tongcheng, Taihu and other counties obviously have other intentions. As soon as the man proposed, everyone was excited and nodded in approval.
Zhou Xuezhen was also happy to hear this. He lowered his head slightly and discussed a few words with Mr. Li, Mr. Zhao and others beside him, and then decided on the topic.
The topic is not difficult, but it is not easy to write something original.
"Ode to Snow"
When the students heard this topic, they all looked delighted. This topic was familiar to them all. They were all determined to write a good poem about snow and leave a good impression in front of Zhou Xuezhen and others.
When Zhu Pingan heard someone suggest writing a poem, he understood their intention, which was nothing more than becoming famous and embarrassing himself. There were many poems about snow in the Qing Dynasty and later generations. He could just pick out one of them to make those people lose more than they gain. But he was only a teenager now. The farewell poem he wrote just now had already put him at the center of public attention. If he wrote another one, he would probably be roasted on the fire. Too much is as bad as too little. He decided not to do it.
The beautiful singer who was in charge of singing the poem just happened to get the farewell song that Zhu Ping'an had written before. She couldn't wait to read it. It took her a long time to come back to her senses. She glanced at the poem and then at the boy at the table... ...
At this time, some of the students and scholars present had already written their poems and looked very proud.
As usual, the poems were copied several times, signed with their names, and circulated for everyone to see.
After the first one, there was the second one. Not wanting to be left behind, many students shared their poems about snow with everyone one after another.
At the poetry meeting, students would share their own poems about snow from time to time. Among them were some good poems, while others were not so good. Poems about snow were passed to everyone one by one. If anyone had any opinion about one of the poems, they could stand up and speak out, and comment on it with everyone.
Zhou Xuezhen, Li Lao, Zhao Lao and others sat at the table, drinking poetry and drinking wine. Whenever they saw a good poem about snow, they would take a sip of wine, chat in a low voice and make comments on it.
"Well, this one is a good piece... Sad clouds are falling on the balcony at the end of the year, and the world is in chaos. The light blends with the moon to present auspicious colors, and the flowers compete with each other for beauty beside the cold plum. It flies with the singing of the guests from Ying, and scatters with the dancing sleeves of the palace maids. If you don't meet your soulmate, you will come to Shanxi for you... Mr. Li and Mr. Zhao, if there were no other poems, this poem can barely be regarded as the best work of this poetry meeting. Xia Luoming from Tongcheng is a promising talent."
Zhou Xuezhen took a sip of wine and talked with Mr. Zhao and Mr. Li next to him to share the excellent work he had seen.
"Well, not bad, not bad, it's grand yet detailed, the moonlight and the cold plum blossoms are all used in it, and there are many allusions in it. Not bad, this poem will probably be in the limelight today." Old Li looked at the poem about snow by Xia Luoming of Tongcheng that Zhou Xuezhen handed over, and nodded with satisfaction.
At this time, Mr. Zhao beside him twirled his beard and laughed, "Hahaha, don't jump to conclusions too soon, the one in my hand is worse than yours. Well, it was written by Wang Jin of Taihu Lake. The breeze shakes the trees in the courtyard, and the fine snow falls under the gaps in the curtains. The sky lingers like fog, and the steps are like piles of flowers. No willows in spring are seen, only white cassia branches are seen. No one talks about the tears, and what is the use of missing you..."
Zhou Xuezheng, Li Lao and others all laughed when they heard this. "Mr. Zhao is right. We should wait and make a conclusion. However, if there are no other excellent works, the first place today will probably be chosen from these two."
When Xia Luoming from Tongcheng heard Zhou Xuezhen and others' comments on his poem about snow, he looked at Zhu Ping'an with pride.
However, Wang Jin from Taihu did not react much. He just laughed and chatted with others without changing his expression.
Xia Luoming was quite disdainful of Zhu Ping'an at this time. Almost everyone had finished writing, but Zhu Ping'an still hadn't written a word.
At Xia Luoming's signal, several students from Tongcheng County walked towards Zhu Ping'an with wine glasses in hand.
"Sir, why don't you start writing?"
The students from Tongcheng County looked at Zhu Ping'an with ridicule and asked loudly.
This voice attracted everyone's attention.
"I'm not good at writing poetry, and I've only thought of one sentence at the moment." Zhu Ping'an looked honest and simple, and honestly admitted that he had only thought of one sentence.
The students around laughed when they heard this. It took you so long to come up with one sentence!
Especially the students from Tongcheng, Taihu and other counties laughed even louder, as they had been looking forward to this for a long time.
Haha, you, the fox, finally showed your tail.
The farewell poem just now was written by someone else, right? Otherwise, why can't you write a simple poem about snow now
Zhou Xuezheng and the others also looked over. Unlike other students, they did not have a mocking look in their eyes, but some expectation. That farewell poem could not have been ghostwritten by someone else. How could such a talented writer be willing to let a teenager ghostwrite it? It was not overheard from somewhere else. Such a good poem would be widely circulated once it came out. Why didn't they hear about it until now? Therefore, they still had some expectations for Zhu Ping'an.
"It's just one sentence. Write it down and let everyone see it." Students from Tongcheng and other counties started to make a noise.
"How can one sentence become a poem? Forget it." Zhu Ping'an shook his head.
"It's okay, write it down quickly." The students from Tongcheng and other counties naturally wouldn't just calculate like this, they were waiting for Zhu Ping'an to make a fool of himself.
"Well, then I will just come up with a few sentences on the spur of the moment. Please don't mind. There is really only one sentence worth reading, and I didn't mean to deceive you all." Before writing, Zhu Ping'an repeatedly emphasized to everyone that he said in advance that this poem he had only conceived one of the sentences, and the others were all thought of on the spur of the moment. He didn't mean to deceive or play tricks on everyone. In short, he was just giving a heads-up in advance.
"Okay, write quickly, we can't wait any longer." Everyone was not interested in what Zhu Ping'an said and kept urging him.
Under the urging of everyone, Zhu Ping'an began to write. Everyone gathered around to see what this top scorer who had conceived a sentence had written.
After the first sentence was written, everyone laughed so hard that they couldn't straighten their backs.
I saw these words appear on the snow-white rice paper:
"One piece, two pieces, three pieces, four pieces"
Someone with a curious mind read out Zhu Ping'an's words loudly, and then there was a burst of laughter: "Oh my god, is this a poem? One, two, three, four, are you counting? Oh, my heart hurts from laughing. The next one won't be five, six, seven, eight, right? No, it hurts me to laugh."
"This is just something I made up at the last minute. This is not the sentence I was thinking of." Zhu Ping'an explained calmly amid the laughter of the crowd.
Everyone scoffed at this and said, forget it, even if we just get together, we are still a million times better than you.
"Write the second sentence quickly." Everyone urged.
Amid the urging and ridicule of the crowd, Zhu Ping'an wrote another sentence.
Now everyone laughed even louder. Many of them couldn't stand up straight from laughing and kept beating their chests.
"Five, six, seven, eight pieces, hahahaha, your way of making up the numbers is really unique, hahaha..."
Amid the laughter of the crowd, Zhu Ping'an's voice sounded weak, "I just added this to make up the word count."
Sister Chou, can you write poetry? It makes me laugh so hard.
Amid the laughter of the crowd, Zhu Ping'an wrote the third line of the poem.
"Thousands and millions of pieces"
Everyone was too tired to complain, they were laughing so hard that tears were about to come out. If they were not scholars, they would have rolled on the ground laughing.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and then the counting doesn’t rhyme anymore, so they use tens of millions and countless, which is really funny.
If you say that the farewell poem you wrote earlier was not written by someone else, who would believe it? Everyone was already thinking about how angry Zhou Xuezheng and others were, and how the Lord Fuzun was, amidst laughter.
"Well, the next sentence is what I have conceived." Zhu Pingan habitually reminded everyone before writing.
Write quickly! Everyone urged with a smile.
I have warned you all, please don't blame me for playing tricks on you! And don't put me in the same category as Ruan Ji.
"Flying into the reeds, never to be seen again"
After Zhu Ping'an finished writing this sentence, the nosy person read it out loud as usual. After reading it, the man realized that this sentence seemed different from the previous ones, and then he felt unwell.
Nima
Why does adding this sentence after the previous ones feel like the finishing touch
When Zhu Ping'an finished writing the last line of the poem, everyone's laughter stopped again.
The last sentence of the poem seems to bring the whole poem to life.
Zhou Xuezhen, Mr. Li, Mr. Zhao and others looked at each other. It seemed difficult to decide on the best work for tonight, but it also seemed not difficult to choose.
For a moment, the Jingxian Poetry Gathering was silent.