What Qian Haoran said is correct. The teachers in the academy each have their own expertise, and the classics they teach are not the same, and the students do not just study one classic. If you want to accumulate literary talent, you must understand more classics and study more classics.
This is the basis. If you want to accumulate more literary spirit, other Confucian classics are the best nourishment.
Therefore, there is essentially no conflict between Su Wen, who studied "Spring and Autumn" with Dong Zhizhang, and "Mencius" with Qian Haoran. It's just that when others ask about his apprenticeship, Dong Zhizhang must be ranked first, and Qian Haoran can only be ranked behind.
, more often than not, Qian Haoran’s name is not reported.
Su Wen naturally understood this rule, so he knew very well how shocking Qian Haoran's behavior was.
You must know that the vast majority of students are taught Confucian classics by different teachers according to the time they enroll. After a few years, they leave the academy and do not have a dedicated teacher. After leaving the academy, even if someone asks about their teacher, they can only
He said he studied at Qingshan Academy, not a specific teacher.
Only a small number of students with extraordinary talents were chosen by a certain gentleman and accepted as his disciples. Of course, there were also some students who took the initiative to become disciples, were inspected by their teachers, and then were accepted as inner disciples.
But people like Qian Haoran who are willing to take the initiative to teach "Mencius" and don't need to be apprenticed to Su Wenbai are not unheard of, but they are extremely rare. Especially with Qian Haoran's status, others who want to worship him as a teacher have no way, who would
Actively refuse to be his student?
"Hey! Mr. Qian is willing to teach you "Mencius". What a blessing it is for you. Why are you hesitating? Why don't you agree quickly?"
Seeing that Su Wen was still hesitating, Liu Sandao was even more anxious than he was. In Liu Sandao's impression, Su Wen was a pedantic scholar who was ignorant of what was going on outside the window. He didn't even have the common sense to awaken to literary spirit and the path to transcendence.
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Therefore, Liu Sandao believed that Su Wen hesitated because he was afraid that it would be difficult to explain to Dong Zhizhang. But to Dong Zhizhang, this was nothing at all. Dong Zhizhang had countless disciples on his way to school.
It was also very wild. Before leaving, Dong Zhizhang even told Su Wen to learn by analogy and to have a broad knowledge base. This left room for Su Wen to learn from other teachers.
"Students have met Mr. Qian..."
Su Wen thought about it seriously and agreed decisively.
In fact, when Qian Haoran took the initiative to say this, Su Wen knew that he couldn't refuse, and even Dong Zhizhang couldn't refuse, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to recruit apprentices in the middle of the night, just to be the first to determine the master-disciple status.
Even if Qian Haoran wanted to seize a disciple, he could only be a second teacher who taught, rather than directly passing on the master-disciple relationship.
"Very good, very good..."
Qian Haoran was overjoyed, stroking his long beard and nodding repeatedly: "Then from today on, you will be my student, Qian Haoran. In this case, you must not favor one over the other. You gave Dong Pi...Dong Haoran a gift
If you want to write a poem, you have to write one for me, right?"
Qian Haoran was so excited that he rubbed his hands repeatedly.
He and Dong Zhizhang are both people who love poetry and prose, but their level is limited. They can only rhyme, not be amazing. It is rare for a good hand to accidentally create an article to inspire literary spirit. The accumulation of literary spirit can be relied on.
It is through comprehending the articles of saints, performing the deeds of saints, and reaching the ultimate level when improving the order that one can achieve such a status.
The lack of literary talent makes them more enthusiastic about this aspect than others. Both of them insist that if they can't write poems that will amaze the world and be sung forever, then leaving their names on other people's poems can still shine through the ages.
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This is the reason why Su Wen's "Ode of Lime" made Dong Zhizhang so proud and made Qian Haoran extremely envious.
"Ah this..."
Su Wen was stunned for a moment, then felt relieved.
He originally planned to write a poem to praise Qian Haoran, so that the mountain leader could come out and help the internal factory to refute rumors while he was happy. Unexpectedly, Qian Haoran actually made a request, and then he wanted to "
The quality of "Fu" poems cannot be low.
"To inspire literary spirit...that's the minimum requirement."
Su Wen grumbled for a while and finally let out a long breath.
"As soon as the students arrived here, they felt like they were in paradise. They felt refreshed and otherworldly. They also saw the character of the teacher, and they felt inspired... Since the teacher asked me to write a poem, I could only show my shame and write about the image of the teacher in my heart.
Out……"
"good very good!"
Seeing that Su Wen was silent for a moment and then seemed to have finished drafting, Qian Haoran was overjoyed and said repeatedly: "Qingbai, you haven't picked up the pen and ink yet. You've been acting like a goose all day long. You can't write poems well. There are some."
Isn’t it remarkable that he is a gentleman?”
The person named and criticized by Qian Haoran was a middle-aged scholar. He was already an extraordinary gentleman. Su Wen recognized him. Most of the senior gentlemen in the academy did not take care of things. Qingbai was the actual talker in the entire academy.
, all matters big and small are handled by his hands.
But what I didn't expect was that in front of Qian Haoran, Qingbai was trained like a grandson. It was really... there was a huge difference in treatment between those who could write poetry and those who couldn't.
Qingbai quickly placed the pen and ink in front of Su Wen, smiled at Su Wen, and said: "Junior brother, be bold and splash the ink, and the senior brother will grind the ink for you." He lightly tapped the table, and a trickle of water flew up from the pool outside the pavilion.
, fell on the inkstone, the green cypress gently lifted the ink and ground it carefully.
Then Qingbai whispered: "When the poem is finished, can you also mention the name of senior brother? For example, in the postscript, it is said that senior brother Qingbai sharpened the ink for you?"
Su Wen's eyelids twitched hard twice.
...What are these teachers and students... He felt a little tired.
"Thank you, senior brother...I will do it."
Su Wen smiled at Qingbai.
Qingbai also gave Su Wen a bigger smile.
"Peach Blossom Pavilion Song..." [Note 1]
Su Wen mentioned Lang Hao, who was full of ink, and wrote "Wandering Dragon" on rice paper.
"In the Peach Blossom Pavilion in Taohuawu, there are peach blossom fairies in the Peach Blossom Pavilion. The peach blossom fairies plant peach trees and pick peach blossoms to sell for wine money."
Qingbai looked at Su Wen's four sentences in one breath and read them out in a low voice.
He nodded slightly and thought to himself, Junior Brother Su Wen's four lines of poem are all right. Although they look ordinary, they flatter him first and give him the title of "Peach Blossom Fairy".
So far as I'm concerned, it's pretty good.
Qian Haoran nodded slightly. Under such circumstances, it was good that Su Wen could still fall in love with the scene.
But compared with "Song of Lime", this poem seems to be a little inferior, and there is no literary surge...
At this time, Su Wen made another big stroke of his pen, and the thick ink fell down.
The green cypress grinding ink next to it suddenly changed its tone and chanted: "When I'm sober, I just come and sit in front of the flowers. When I'm drunk, I come and sleep under the flowers. Half-awake and half-drunk day after day, the flowers bloom and fall year after year."
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As soon as this sentence came out, there were colorful fallen flowers all around, and a burst of peach blossom mist floated down around the Peach Blossom Pavilion, which was so beautiful.
"well!"
The surrounding students all started to cheer. By this time, they had realized that the literary spirit was already boiling here, but the Peach Blossom Forest was the small world of their mentor Qian Haoran, and it could only be shown through the peach blossoms.
Qian Haoran stroked his beard and smiled, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes stretched out.
This poem was very to his liking, and even if it didn't arouse literary style, it was enough to satisfy him.
What's more, the world has changed a long time ago, and he knows better than anyone else that as long as Su Wen's subsequent poems are not broken, another famous poem will inevitably be born.
Only Liu Sandao muttered in a low voice: "If you drink like this, I'm afraid you're not an alcoholic... It won't be a good reputation if it spreads..."
But no one paid attention to his words, and everyone was immersed in the poetic world described by Su Wen.
Su Wen continued to write vigorously.
"I hope that I will die of old age and spend time in wine, and I don't want to bow in front of carriages and horses. The carriages and horses are noble, but the wine-cup branches are destined to be poor and humble."
"If you compare the rich and the poor, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky; if you compare the flowers and wine with the chariots and horses, he will have to drive and I will have nothing to do."
The rustling of rice paper, the melodious recital of green cypresses, the breeze blowing on the treetops, the falling peach blossoms, and the fragrance of peach blossoms are intoxicating.
At this time, even a vulgar person like Liu Sandao was attracted by the world outlined in the poem, and even had the thought of retreating to the fields and forests brewing in his heart.
"Okay, okay! What I'm saying is from my heart!"
Qian Haoran sighed deeply.
When he was young, he had the world in mind and wanted to use his knowledge to change the world. However, after running for half his life, he found that the world had not been changed and was covered with bruises. Finally, he retired here to prepare for the rest of his life.
It's just that such a decadent life changed its appearance in Su Wen's writing, and a strange firework suddenly rose in his heart.
"Others laugh at me because I'm crazy, but I laugh at them because they can't see through it. There are no tombs of heroes from the Five Tombs, and there are no flowers or wine to cultivate the fields."
"Huhu..."
Outside the Peach Blossom Pavilion, the fragrant wind surged into the pavilion.
Everyone inside and outside the pavilion was intoxicated by the fragrance. In a daze, the literary energy on their bodies boiled up, their minds became more agile, and their spiritual charm flashed.
“What a poem!”
Qian Haoran's face was even more rosy, and his literary spirit had fallen here. Although most of it belonged to Su Wen, as the owner of this place, his income was actually much greater than that of Su Wen. This poem almost made a mark on his character.
The new annotations made his accumulated literary spirit come alive, and much of the accumulated decadent atmosphere was almost wiped away, like dead wood taking on new vitality.
Qian Haoran knew very well what the physical changes would mean.
He originally thought that being a great scholar was the pinnacle and the end of his life, and that he would never be able to take another step forward for the rest of his life.
But now, the vitality radiating from his body seemed to tell him that the road to sainthood was still there, he just lacked a big opportunity.
A great deed that can make him a saint!
In such a world of great competition, there are always many opportunities! It just depends on whether he is willing to join the world and fight for it!
The worst case scenario is that we'll get a bloody head-on collision again!
Even if he beat Su Wen to death, he would never have thought that Qian Haoran would be moved to the world by a song "Peach Blossom Temple Song". If the original author knew about this, he would vomit three liters of blood, right?
"Qingsong..."
Before everyone could recover from the shock and surge of literary energy, Qian Haoran returned to his usual majestic appearance and said calmly: "Since there are evil heretics under the mountain who are sacrificing mortals and plotting extraordinary things, the academy cannot sit idly by and do nothing. What should I say?
What should be done, you and Liu Sandao will deal with it... As for Su Wen, you stay here, I have a few things for you to use..."
Qian Haoran waved his hand and signaled everyone to leave. After thinking for a while, he added: "Qingbai, please leave a message to those old immortals in the Seven Colleges and tell them that the peach blossom wine I have been brewing for thirty years will be available next month.
Drink it and invite them to taste it, hehe, haha..."
Su Wen and everyone: "..."
[Note 1]: This poem is "Peach Blossom Temple Song" by Tang Bohu. Some words have been changed to fit the title.