Strangely, the literature of this period was as corrupt as its politics. As the saying goes, "Since the reign of Nobles and Xuan in China and the prosperity of Jiangzuo, it has become a literary style because of its lingering energy. This is why the world is extremely turbulent. The meaning of the words is Yitai, the poem must return the purpose under the pillar, and the poem is the meaning of Qiyuan."
Writers represented by Sun Chuo and Xu Xun completely ignored the country and the people. The metaphysical poems they wrote were "plain and similar to moral theory" and had no emotion at all.
However, this bad poetic style has dominated the literary world of the Eastern Jin Dynasty for a hundred years. It was not until Tao Yuanming appeared that new changes occurred.
Zhong Zhong knew that Tao Yuanming was from a humble background and had an arrogant temperament. He could not stand the intrigues and intrigues in the officialdom at that time, and he was not willing to get involved in political struggles where rebellions were common.
His poems express his extreme hatred and denial of the upper class society at that time, his arrogant sentiment of not collaborating with the evil forces, and his contentment that although he lived a hard life after retiring to the countryside, he was able to escape the secular world and stay away from the net of trouble. Interesting.
There is no denying that Tao Yuanming's poems are plain and natural, with a strong flavor of life. They use extremely concise and seemingly ordinary language to create an extremely superb realm.
However, in his opinion, such poems lack the spirit of the general public.
The four sentences Ziliang just read were enough to give him a strong shock.
The poem and the painting are in perfect harmony, integrated and complement each other.
He felt some regret for letting Lu Wuya go first, otherwise he could share his joyful and excited mood with his old friends. Wouldn't it be nice?
"The atmosphere, everyone's spirit..." some scholars praised.
After reading four sentences, Ziliang did not continue, but paused, waiting for his husband and other scholars to comment and reflect.
He breathed heavily and said quickly: "Read, keep reading!"
"Zeng Yun is born when the chest is widened, and the returning bird returns to the canthus."
"When you are at the top of the mountain, you can see all the mountains and small mountains."
"When you are at the top of the mountain, you can see all the mountains and small mountains."
The words were catchy. After reading it, Ziliang muttered the last sentence again, looking heavy, as if waiting for his teacher to comment.
Before Shen Shen could speak, some scholars had excitedly jumped in first. Someone said: "What a poem! What a poem. It is titled "Wang Yue". The whole poem focuses on highlighting the word "Wang", and every sentence means "Wang". The color of the mountains and the feeling of looking at them fill every line of the words."
"Yes, starting with a question and starting the sentence with a transcendental style is extraordinary."
"The south of the mountain faces the sun, so the sky is dawn; the north of the mountain is shady, so the sun is dim. Separated by a mountain, it looks like dusk, and you can see how tall Mount Tai is. The brushwork here is very clever."
"Confucius climbed to the top of Mount Dong and made a small Lu; climbed to Mount Tai and made the world small! He would be at the top of the mountain and see all the small mountains at a glance! This is a good quotation!"
"The title of the poem is "Wang Yue". There is not a single word "Wang" in the whole poem, but the writing closely revolves around the word "Wang" in the title "Wang Yue", from far to near, then to gaze, and finally to looking down. .When the perspective continues to change, the state of mind is also improving step by step, from the breathtaking view from a distance, to the detailed experience at close range, to the ambition to climb spontaneously, wonderful, wonderful!"
Everyone was talking and looking at each other, and some were murmuring and repeating poems.
The heavy heart at this moment is extremely shocking. This poem uses four levels of freehand brushwork: the first couplet shows the color of looking from afar, the second couplet of the power of looking closer, the third couplet of the closer look, and the last couplet of the extreme look.
The whole poem is solemn and solemn. If this poem is just a chant about Mount Tai worshiping on the ground, it will inevitably be empty. However, in the last two sentences, the poet incorporates his own will. , especially the purpose of establishing the words, it is not just to get the atmosphere of singing in the suburbs!
As he thought about it, he kept nodding slightly. After a long while, he sighed. He also paid his own way to study for a doctorate and became a Confucian of the world.
As for the yin and yang diagram and the Taoist scriptures, they are endless and comprehensive.
He also wrote many articles and got the essential points.
But he was determined not to write such a poem.
In fact, there is no reason to be discouraged. Although "Looking at the Mountains" is Du Fu's early work, it highlights the skill of the poet. The whole poem only contains a few words, and it describes the awe-inspiring appearance of Mount Tai. It is an eternal masterpiece, and every word can make ghosts burst into tears. Ghostly.
It was even rated by Emperor Qianlong as "Forty Cross Momentum, wanting to compete with Dai Yue for supremacy".
Just when Shen Zhong was meditating, a person rushed in outside. He patted Shen Zhong on the shoulder without any explanation. He raised his head suddenly and blinked in confusion: "Huh? Lu Weng, why did you come back?"
Lu Wuya was sweating profusely and didn't bother to wipe it off. He took a breath and said with a grin, "I don't have a car, so I have to trouble Brother Dehou."
After he finished speaking, he noticed that the scholars in the hall were all discussing, and saw the picture of Mount Tai being unfolded, and asked: "This... why is this?"
"Heh... just take a look."
He stretched out his hand heavily and pointed at the back of the painting. Lu Wuya squinted his eyes and looked at it word by word. He nodded while looking and said: "This girl from the Lou family is really extraordinary. I appreciate her poems. There are paintings in the poems." "Looking at this woman's painting, there is poetry in the painting."
"Ha..."
He couldn't help but laugh. This painter probably really thought that this poem and painting was written by Lou Qingyi.
Lu Wuya frowned and said: "The poem is a good poem, and the painting is a good painting, but this poem was inscribed on the back, alas..."
He patted his shoulder heavily and gently: "Weng Lu, let's go."
Lu Wuya was a little embarrassed. After all, this place was still some distance away from Jiangling City. He had to drive a heavy car. He was afraid that he would have to find another way to get back to the city. He blushed and said, "Shen Weng, why don't I take a ride?" Is it someone else’s car?”
He smiled heavily and said: "No need, I just want to go back to the city!"
Lu Wuya was suspicious: "The poetry meeting is not over yet, do you have to leave early?"
He nodded heavily: "Although the poetry meeting is not over yet, it is already over!"
Lu Wuya was at a loss, why did this old guy talk so eloquently?
"Congratulations, sir!" A voice sounded from behind.
Zhong Sheng did not bother to say goodbye to the students, and the two of them left the hall side by side. Someone had already prepared a cart and was waiting. Because the poetry meeting had not ended yet, there were not many cars leaving the park, and the road conditions were smooth.< /p>
The two old men were both holding back their stomachs and wanted to ask Lou Qingyi. Naturally, they were eager to return home, so they immediately ordered to return to Jiangling after boarding the car.
The driver gently flicked his whip, and the old cow made a "moo" sound, making a squeaking sound. The cart started, and the bluestone ground made a "gringing" sound.
After driving for a while and leaving the garden, Lu Wuya turned his heavy shoulders and raised his beard and said: "Hey, that old guy from the Lou family is really shameless. You must talk to him properly when you see him."
She rolled her eyes at him heavily, smiled, swung her whip and said, "My dear Lu Hui, think about it, how long has it been since you last seen that old guy?"
This chapter has been completed!