Cui Xie practiced swordsmanship at Xie's house all morning. After eating, Xie Ying asked someone to prepare water for him to wash and bathe, and changed into clean inner and outer clothes.
His own coat had already been sent for washing, and it would not dry for a while, so he had to leave it at Xie's house and pick it up when we meet again next time. On the other hand, when he was practicing martial arts, he changed to a close-fitting bunt in advance, and it was still dry, so he could wear it when he went back.
The servants of the Xie family set up a bench under the flower stand in the courtyard and told him to lie down and dry his hair. Xie Ying also sat on a bench beside him, flipping through the newly released Six Talents to criticize the Three Kingdoms.
Although Xie Qianhu's words are less now, and his attitude is slightly alienated, he still takes care of him as always, and is willing to let him take a shower and change clothes at his own home, so he doesn't have to come back in a sweat. Choi Xie felt that it would be good for the two of them to stay quietly like this. The shade of flowers is mottled under the shelf, the sun is not strong, and when you look up, you can see that the grapes are full of grapes, all of which are just born small pearls.
In the yard, he closed the back of his eyes and kept the notes he would talk about. He had snacks at hand. When he felt tired, he opened his eyes to look at the grape beads hanging from the top of the flower stand, and spent the afternoon comfortably.
Xie Ying occasionally looked at him as if he was asleep, so he wanted to get him up and go into the room and lie down. But before he could call him, Cui Xie opened his eyes again and looked around, Xie Ying quietly retracted his legs, leaning on the ancient tree behind him and continued to turn the book.
When the sun went down a little, Xie Ying didn't tell him to lie down again, for fear that the cool wind would blow his wet hair and induce cold air into his body.
Cui Xie's hair was extra thick and dense, and it didn't dry out for a long time, so he just rolled it up and put on a net towel, wrapped in a new soft towel prepared by the Xie family. Xie Ying didn't keep him for dinner, and seeing that it was getting late, he asked someone to change him into his old coat and said, "When you rarely have a rest, the family is afraid that they will all be waiting for you, don't be there all day. Stay outside."
In fact, it has come to this time, what is the difference from a whole day.
Cui Xie shook his head with a smile, raised his hands to say goodbye to him, and returned to Cui Mansion in a carriage. The family had been waiting for him for a day, and when the doorman saw him getting out of a car from a distance, he didn't even care to inform the family, so he hurried up to meet him, and talked about the matter of the county lord coming to present the award.
Cui Xie first said goodbye to Xie Shan and asked him to thank the master on his behalf, and then turned around and asked the doorman, "How did your lord remember to come to our house?"
Menzi said with a wrinkled face, "Isn't the gentleman I mentioned earlier? The lord came here in recognition of our family's donation to the orphans and the elderly, and brought a plaque, which is now hanging at the entrance of the Upper Courtyard. Old lady Baba'er After waiting for your son for a day, Mr. Lu is also waiting for you to come back."
Then I have to find time to thank the county government.
Cui Xie nodded casually, went back to the room to change clothes, and went to the room to greet the second elder. When I walked outside the yard, I saw the plaque hanging on the forehead, the ink plaque with red lacquer. The four characters were written rigorously and neatly. 's brilliance.
The most important thing for their scholars is face. Although this plaque does not honor ancestors and pass it on to future generations like the archway in his hometown, it is quite a decent thing.
He stopped outside and watched for a while before entering. At this time, Mr. Lu had been waiting for him until he couldn't sit still in his own courtyard. He was taking his brother and brother to the room to write when Cui Xie saw him when he entered the door, and bowed to say hello first. Mr. Lu looked at his bright silk clothes and headscarf, suppressed his eagerness, and said calmly, "You're back. It happened that I was here to teach Brother He how to write. You will write a couple of strokes to demonstrate to him later."
Cui Xie responded with "yes", and went to greet his grandparents first, and heard the old lady talk about the return of the county magistrate.
Menzi didn't say so in detail outside, but grandmother recounted how the magistrate praised their family's kindness and filial piety from beginning to end. After talking about half of it, I remembered asking someone to quickly deliver the food, and said with a smile: "Today you are not here, thanks to Mr. Lu for helping our family entertain the county magistrate. Later, your brothers will accompany Mr. Lu to dinner outside, so you should give him a few more drinks. ."
At this time, Mr. Lu had no intention of drinking, and stopped Cui Xie from drinking too much. He asked him to touch his lips and said, "You are not a great poet like Li Bai, you can only think after drinking, I'm afraid the more you drink, the more you drink. Confused, when the time comes, I can't even write a word neatly, how can I set an example for my younger brother?"
Even Cui Xie told him to hold him tight, and Brother He didn't even dare to look at the wine jug.
After finally finishing the meal, Lu Juren hurriedly asked people to put the table away, and asked Cui Xie to silently read a few "Thousand Characters".
Cui Xie was still a little embarrassed. He looked at Brother He and said, "My calligraphy is also ordinary. It would be better for Brother He to have the inscription on the inscription."
Lu Juren said, "Brother Lin's handwriting is a matter of course. You have to be afraid that your handwriting is not good. If you practice more in the future, you can replace it with a good one."
Brother He himself can't see what's good or bad. He just thinks that his brother is a small three-yuan desk leader, a very beautiful person, and his writing must be good, and he will post it when he picks it up. Lu Juren had forced him to write for an afternoon. At this time, he remembered loving him and waved his hand: "You have written a lot. Be careful of hurting your hands. Go back and rest yourself. I will teach your brother a book."
Brother He took a peek at the husband, and saw that his burning eyes only fell on the elder brother, so he ran away happily.
Cui Xie happened to have something to ask him for advice, so he cleaned up the messy papers on the table and said to Mr. Lu, "The students also happen to have a place to ask for advice from Mr. Lin. Two days ago, Lin Jiancheng of Sinology said that I am not good enough for odd sentences. You want me to listen to more tunes and learn how to learn the lyrics, can you teach me, sir?”
Mr. Lu pondered for a while and asked, "Do you want to learn Northern Opera or Southern Opera? To learn to compose lyrics, you need to understand the rhythm first. I never read those, so I can't teach you the six palaces and eleven keys. They are not the same. If you want to learn, you should first read Gao An's "Zhongyuan Yinyun" and Ning Xianwang's "Taihe Zhengyin Score", and then find a master to learn the music. If you don't understand the tune, you have to memorize it by rote. There are more than 600 pairs of tunes in the six palaces and eleven tunes... it is also laborious."
Learning music is a waste of time. Can you talk about Guan Hanqing's artistic achievements first
Before Cui Xie was too embarrassed to ask, Mr. Lu turned around and stared at him and asked, "How to compose poetry, learn how to compose poetry, poetry is the main business of us scholars. You have also learned from me for a few days, how is poetry writing? Now? You haven’t learned the rhythm yet, you have to write lyrics, and you have to make music, you have so much time to learn these things!”
When he mentioned the word "poetry", Cui Xie stopped talking and said with a bow, "I also remember what Mr. taught me, but I'm afraid that my thinking is not broad, and the writing is rigid and boring."
Mr. Lu said: "The more you write, the more you will open up. How many articles have you written until today, and how many poems have you written? Shiwen is mostly prose, even if the rhythm of the eight is not equal to the rhythm of the couplet. Demanding. Writing poems requires you to follow the rhythm of each sentence, and it is inevitable that you will not be comfortable when you first write. I will write a topic for you, you can write it first, and I will see if you have been working on it recently.”
I just came back from a day of playing, and I have to take a quiz for a course I haven't reviewed. How sad. Knowing that Mr. Lu was here waiting for him, he did not review the lectures of the previous two days, but prepared a poem first.
It's a pity that writing poetry is not like an essay, so I just come up with topics from the Four Books and this sutra, and I can guess the questions in advance. This afternoon I was concentrating on writing poems, and what I wrote was not what my husband wanted.
He simply sighed, got up and said, "Please ask sir."
Mr. Lu was already in the afternoon, and the topic blurted out: "The parents in this county came to see you because of your filial piety and filial piety. Your love for serving the elderly at home is obvious to all, but when your father is working abroad, it is still not enough. Where there is nothing to express, it is better to write a poem to express my thoughts."
... He still misses Senator Cui
He simply wished he could go to the Ministry of Officials and pay him to renew his term, so that he would never return to the capital for the rest of his life! He worked hard to transfer property at home, and it was the Senator who was guarding against it. If there were only his grandparents and two younger siblings in the family, he would be able to publicly recognize Ju Anzhai as his own.
Mr. Lu looked at his reluctant expression, his beard slightly curled, and he snorted coldly: "I haven't seen what I taught you these days, have you? Pick a rhyme yourself, do you know what rhyme to use?"
Cui Xie came back to his senses and sighed slightly: "The farewell poem is naturally sentimental, and it is Yubu with a flat water rhyme."
He held back the blank paper for a long time, copied the rhythm, and also made do with a song: "Sit down to meet Yan in front of the hall, and chirp with each other. Thoughts pass by, and dreams travel to southern Yunnan. Erhai Boat. Although I think about my flesh and blood, I dare not forget your worries."
Mr. Lu saw the expression on his face when he wrote the poem and the speed of his writing, and knew that he had not made much profit these days, so he couldn't help shaking his head.
It was easy to wait until he finished his pen and took a look at the poem, but he found the rhythm correctly, but the neck couplet was not neat enough, and the rhythm of the sentence was not lively enough. I have to reluctantly pick some good points in this poem, that is, the poetic mood of the second half of the queer has taken a turn. Instead of blindly writing personal feelings, it points out that I would rather endure the pain of separation and serve the country.
What he first taught Cui Xie was the five-character rhythm poems that should be made. Since there are two characters for "should make", it is natural to focus on loyalty to the monarch and patriotism.
In short... He was right in praising Cui Xie for his high-mindedness in front of the magistrate Jiang.
Mr. Lu pinched his nose and drew two circles for him, and then began to pick on the thorns: the last sentence of the first couplet had the fault of crane knees, and the word "zi" before and after was a flat tone; It is not neat, and the flowing characters are also special, which is the fault of small rhyme, and the sentence "Dream to the south of Yunnan" is a three-legged rhyme, which is not neat; too deliberate...
He typed the poem back and said angrily, "When you write poetry, you must be in love with your heart. I see that your poem is a perfunctory work, and you can't read the deep love between father and son at all. I don't know what you have been doing all day. The soul is not at home... I don't talk about the poetry, and if the text is not clear, please correct it for me first."
Although Cui Xie told him to scold him, he was still very happy when he remembered the leisurely time he spent in Xie's house before, and he couldn't find any missing or sad feelings when he searched his stomach. He didn't embarrass himself, he just corrected the mistakes that his husband had circled, and wrote a neatly rewritten song: "Sit down to see Yan in front of the hall, and sigh with sorrow. Thinking of passing away on two wings, dreaming to send eunuchs on a boat tour. As the saying goes, the willows of the Cangjiang River, and the boats in the Erhai Sea. The sincerity of the family is precious, and I have not dared to forget the worries of the country.”
Feelings are gone, try your best to sing a high profile.