The words of the poetry-crazy old man were powerful. Most of the scholars in Ganzhou nodded slightly with shame on their faces. Zhang Wankong might have many doubts, but Zhang Longxiang did not have any rebellious tendencies. Even the poetry-crazy old man said so, so he should reflect deeply.
Some people in the Lumen Army lowered their heads slightly, but some generals gritted their teeth. They didn't expect that even the famous poetry-crazy old man would help Zhujiang Hou.
Wei Changxian was secretly shocked. These two lines "Although my position is low, I dare not forget to worry about the country. I have to wait until I die before things are settled" were too extraordinary. If this poem could really stabilize the country, scholars would inevitably be influenced and think that Zhang Longxiang might not be a traitor.
The poetry of the human race has always been powerful.
Wei Changxian frowned and tried hard to think of a way to fight back.
The poetry-crazy old man continued, "The couplet goes like this: 'The saints of heaven and earth support the temple, and the elders of Beijing hope for peace and prosperity.' Among the six arts of a gentleman, there is 'the sound of the phoenix', and 'the sound of the phoenix' is the same as 'the sound of the phoenix', which refers to driving a car or even leading the emperor to war in person. The people of Jingzhou City all hope that the saints will protect the country and the people, and they also hope that the King of Chu can recover the lost territory."
"The last couplet, 'The Memorial to the Emperor on Departure from the Capital is a comprehensive account of the past and present, I read it more carefully by candlelight in the middle of the night', takes a turn from the capital thousands of miles away to the present. Even though the poet has many thoughts at this moment, he can only read the Memorial to the Emperor on Departure from the Capital carefully by candlelight. From the last two lines, you can all see that Zhang Longxiang hopes that the King of Chu will put aside their past grudges and trust him like Liu Bei trusted Zhuge Bansheng, and he, Zhang Longxiang, will certainly follow Zhuge Bansheng's example and make contributions to the State of Chu."
"Mr. Shichi's explanation is very thorough. Once you take action, you can prevent others from interpreting poetry at random." said the Ganzhou prefect.
The poetry-crazy old man sighed and said, "It has been a long time since I have personally witnessed the first creation of a good poem. This poem is too sad and angry, and has too much personal feelings, which is not conducive to the whole poem. In my opinion, it should only be Mingzhou at the moment. But after it spreads, it will surely become a national treasure within ten years! I never thought that Zhang Longxiang would fulfill my ambition when I was young. If I have the chance, I will definitely thank him. The sentence in this poem, 'I dare not forget my worries for the country even though I am in a low position', should become a famous saying among scholars. My Lord, the prefect, I think it is better. Starting tomorrow, let all the academies in Ganzhou hang this article."
The Ganzhou prefect smiled and said, "Yes, this poem was completed in Ganzhou. The people of Ganzhou are proud of it. We will definitely hang it up to educate young students."
The generals of the Lumen Army looked unhappy. The people of Ganzhou felt proud, but the generals of the Lumen Army were miserable. The poem "There are green mountains beyond the mountains, and buildings beyond the buildings. When will the singing and dancing on the Dongjiang River stop? The warm wind makes the tourists drunk, and they mistake Ganzhou for Liuzhou" was enough to make the young students in Ganzhou hate the Lumen Army.
Someone suddenly asked, "Why hasn't this poem been listed on the list yet?"
The poetry-crazy old man smiled and said, "If a person writes excellent poems and articles in succession, the list of articles will generally be strictly reviewed, and even the great Confucian scholars in the Saint Academy will be mobilized. Only after the great Confucian scholars approve it will it be put on the list of articles. If even the great Confucian scholars can't make up their minds, the Eastern Saint will make the decision."
"There must be someone in the Holy Court who is unwilling to accept this." The prefect of Ganzhou said with a smile.
The scholars in Ganzhou immediately chuckled and felt proud. The literary world of Confucius had always been suppressed by the Shengyuan Continent. The publication of two good poems today really won a victory for the scholars in the literary world of Confucius.
Some officers of the Lumen Army also relaxed their brows slightly.
"Let's wait and see the title of the poem."
Everyone was discussing the poem while waiting, but when the poem appeared on the list, the whole place fell silent.
On the literary list, the title of this poem is "Second Inscription on Lumen Army", which echoes the first poem "Inscription on Lumen Army".
"Zhang Longxiang is going to perish together with the Lumen Army..." a young scholar muttered.
"This hatred is really big."
"Oh, the great Marquis of Zhujiang can't even attend the banquet. Don't blame Zhang Longxiang for being the fifteenth when the Lumen Army is the first!"
"Forget it, let's not get involved in what they do, let's just talk about poetry!" said an old man.
The Ganzhou prefect immediately smiled and said, "Today, we will not talk about grudges. Let's talk about poetry!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the third sound of spring thunder exploded over Ganzhou City.
"Three questions about the Lumen Army!"
The expressions of all the scholars in the room became extremely strange, and they all looked towards where the general of the Lumen Army was sitting.
Some of the generals blushed with shame, some with anger, and no one remained calm except Lu Menhou.
"Is this ever going to end?" Wei Changxian said angrily in a low voice.
Then the voice continued to recite poetry.
"The marshland and mountains are included in the battle map,
How can the people enjoy the firewood and grass
Please don't talk about being crowned king.
"One general's success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of men!"
When the last sentence was recited, it was as if a thousand bones were surrounding the city, murderous aura was in the air, and the sense of death was rising to the sky. The whole city of Ganzhou was like a field in winter, dead silent, without the sound of chickens or dogs. After a long time, the crying of children could be heard everywhere in the city.
"What a sudden and harsh statement!" The poetry-crazy old man suddenly sighed.
However, the other scholars kept their mouths shut as it was difficult to get a response because they had said before that they would only talk about poetry and not about grudges, but if they discussed this poem, they would definitely not be able to avoid grudges.
After a long while, the poetry-crazy old man smiled and said, "Since no one has spoken, I will be the bad guy!"
All the generals of the Lumen Army turned pale and didn't know what to say, because this poem was even more heartbreaking than the first one. Wei Changxian gritted his teeth.
"In this poem "Three Poems on the Lumen Army", the first sentence, 'The land of marshes and rivers is included in the battle map', is majestic and magnificent. The person who wrote this sentence must have an extraordinary mind. Reading this sentence alone, it is very heroic to see the land of Jiangnan, which is densely populated with waterways, included in the battle map. However, when it is connected with the second sentence, the poetic meaning changes greatly. When the war breaks out, the people in Jiangnan can't even collect firewood to make a living."
"As for the third line, 'Please don't talk about becoming a king', I don't know whether it is an admonition or a satire. As for whether it should be understood as 'Please don't talk about accumulating military merits to become a king' or 'A general like you who doesn't care about the lives of his soldiers is not worthy of talking about becoming a king', you can do as you like. As for the last line, 'One general's success is built on the bones of thousands of soldiers', the poetic meaning should be unambiguous, and it should be 'Because the achievements of every general are built on the bones of thousands of soldiers'."
The poetry-crazy old man sighed, "Ten years in prison created a great talent in the literary world. The first title is 'Beyond the mountains, there are green mountains, beyond the buildings', the second is 'Even though I am in a low position, I dare not forget my worries for the country', and the third is 'One general's success means thousands of bones have been broken', which are really like 'hard words flying across the sky', shocking people. Thousands of years later, even if all three poems are used to protect the country, I will not be surprised. What a great 'One general's success means thousands of bones have been broken', just this one sentence has the spirit of protecting the country."
After the poetry-mad old man finished speaking, he lowered his head and pondered carefully.
The prefect of Ganzhou said with a smile: "Your phrase 'Hengkong Panying' is also a rare and good phrase, which echoes Zhang Mingzhou's poem."
The poetry-mad old man was so obsessed that he didn't say a word.
The prefect of Ganzhou did not take it seriously, but he noticed out of the corner of his eye that the Grand Secretary Xun Tianling was also like the poetry-crazy old man, staring at the page of poetry he had just finished writing and sighing from time to time.
"In the world today, the only person who can be mentioned in the same breath as Zhang Longxiang is Fang Xusheng. However, Fang Xusheng's poems do not contain such grief and indignation, nor such... As the poetry-crazy old man said, there are no such 'hard words'." Xun Tianling said.
The poetry-crazy old man smiled and said, "Of course. Fang Xusheng is young after all and lacks military experience. He is not as good as the Marquis of Zhujiang, whose military achievements have been passed down from generation to generation."
.(To be continued.)