In my memory, the current dynasty is called Dayan, a dynasty that did not exist in their history, and the previous dynasties did not exist in history either.
Therefore, there are no such things as immortals and saints here!
Xu Dajun was so excited that he had been put in such a bad position. He had no choice but to treat it as a copycat!
He is not good at composing poems, but he can memorize a few poems no matter how weak he is in the pond of compulsory education!
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, everyone was waiting a little impatiently, and the scholar was about to start taunting him.
Xu Dajun cleared his throat, cupped his hands and said, "That young man will show his disgrace."
"Huh." The scholar was interrupted when he was about to say something, and he couldn't help but snorted, just waiting to burst into laughter.
In his opinion, if a boy who is so poorly dressed can read a few words, he is blessed by his ancestors. Can he write poetry? He deserves it too!
He just waited to see how he would make people laugh.
Xu Dajun held one hand behind his back, raised his head at a slight angle of 45 degrees, took a step forward, and slowly chanted: "A few plum blossoms in the corner."
When the first sentence came out, the scholar couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing, with a sarcastic look on his face.
Xu Dajun took another step forward and chanted again, "Ling Han drives alone,"
The scholar was slightly startled.
Others were also thoughtful.
Tong Shusheng immediately answered: "If I write another poem, why not use lotus as the title!"
He looked at Xu Dajun with admiration on his face, "How to title this poem? By the way, what is your name? Have you read the book?"
So he was very proud of himself, but he didn't know where a yellow-haired boy came from to comment on his poetry, and even made a poem to slap him in the face. How could he bear this tone?
The child scholar looked at Xu Dajun and said with some ecstasy: "Is it good to be able to recognize a few words at a young age, and also know how to write poetry? Did you steal this poem from somewhere, and how dare you show it off in front of so many people? You are not afraid.
I can’t get off the stage after being exposed!”
Cao Zhi composed the poem in seven steps, and Xu Dajun moved the poem in four steps. After reciting, the expression on his face was just right and restrained, and he pretended to be good at singing.
Someone asked curiously: "You are not from our city, are you? Where do you live?"
It turns out he is from outside the city, no wonder.
"No wonder, no wonder!" Ye Xuran burst out laughing, turned to look at Yang Shiqiu and said, "Shiqiu, what do you think of this plum blossom song?"
These two poems are very good, so they are naturally qualified to be included in the collection of poems.
Otherwise, why didn’t they know about such a talented poet before?
Xu Dajun said calmly: "I'm not from Fucheng. Xiaosheng's family lives outside the city."
"The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle. The water is clear and soft in the shade of the trees. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it."
With Yang Shiqiu and the magistrate nodding in approval, Xu Dajun's poem stood up. Many people present thought the poem was good, and they also praised it a few words.
Can we still say that he stole the poem?
Everyone present knew that Yang Shiqiu was a great talent and the best at composing poetry. Even the professors at the Imperial Academy praised his poetry highly.
At this time, the scholar's face was extremely disgusting, and the others were also whispering. Ye Xuran, the prefect, even slapped his face directly, "I knew it wasn't snow from afar, because there was a faint fragrance coming, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!"
This is really another slap in the face.
Everyone praised the poems one after another, and some people wrote two poems on paper. They also asked Ye Xuran's opinion and planned to include these two poems in their poetry collection for this poetry meeting.
He bet that this man could steal poems, and maybe he happened to steal the poems of the Four Gentlemen of Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum together. After all, nowadays everyone generally likes to sing poems about the Four Gentlemen, so he refused to let him succeed. It was already winter, so he
If he had to use lotus flowers, which are only found in summer, as the theme, he couldn't be prepared, right?
I wonder if someone from a remote place could afford to go to school.
Xu Dajun did not ignore the different expressions of everyone present, and he was also complaining in his heart, right? He just stole poems, but was exposed? That is absolutely impossible.
The child scholar who came back to his senses and looked at this felt very uncomfortable. He spent several days and nights carefully composing a poem for today's poetry meeting. He thought it would be a blockbuster, but this poor boy suddenly came out and killed him.
How could he be willing to be messed up?
Fan's School?
Xu Dajun put his hands behind his hands, as if thinking, and then slowly raised his feet, one step at a time.
If you can steal one song, you can't steal two songs, right?
However, some people are really afraid that he can steal two songs.
Yang Shiqiu was also a little surprised. He didn't really notice it when they met him that day. He just thought he was a boy from the village. He never thought that this person had read books and had such a good talent. It's true that a person cannot be judged by his appearance.
Only one person was unconvinced, that is, the scholar just now.
Xu Dajun: "Pingdongfangli, Qian Town, Dongping County, Wuning Prefecture, Yunzhou."
Everyone seemed to have never heard of it.
The child scholar had a lot of free time, just waiting for Xu Dajun to look anxious and scratching his head.
This time was a poetry meeting, mainly composed of poems. Ye Xuran loved poetry and was happy to listen to more good poems. He looked at Xu Dajun and said, "Okay, then Dajun will compose another one?"
"I know it's not snow,"
Copying one song is still copying, copying two songs is still copying, just copy as much as you can.
Yang Shiqiu glanced at Xu Dajun and nodded slightly: "Using snow to represent plum blossoms, and using the subtle fragrance to point out that plum blossoms are better than snow, this poem about plum blossoms is extremely well done."
"Because there is a subtle fragrance."
As soon as Tong Shusheng said these words, the prefect could not help but look at Xu Dajun with a hint of doubt.
Is there this school in the city?
When the last sentence came out, the child scholar cut his mouth and didn't know how to open his mouth.
As soon as he said this sentence, Tong Shusheng was shocked. Does this kid really exist?
This statement has also been recognized by many people. After all, in the eyes of some people, this kid is so shabby and thin that he may not even have enough to eat. How can he afford to study with that spare money?
The child scholar sneered, "May I ask where the Fan School is?"
When the time comes, this collection of poems will be placed in the Boya Zhai for people to appreciate and recite.
The scholar's surname is Tong. He took the county and government examinations this year and failed the college examination. Now he is also a serious Tongsheng. There are not many Tongsheng and above who are Tongsheng.
Xu Dajun said: "I studied at Fan's Academy before."
But if the poem was really stolen from somewhere, wouldn't it be a slap in the face of the prefect and Yang Shiqiu? After all, even these two praised the poem, but it was not written by Xu Dajun. That is really, haha, interesting.
"You said you had studied, but which school did you go to?"
Xu Dajun nodded and said: "This poem is named after plum blossoms. Xu Dajun, a young student, has only been studying for a few years."
Some people were worried and some were happy. Ye Xuran clapped his hands happily and said, "Okay, okay! The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it! It's so wonderful! I didn't realize that Dajun also writes poetry.
Great talent!"
At this time, Ma Yulin smiled like Maitreya Buddha and said: "This is easy. Just write another song and you will know the details."
Yunzhou?
Everyone was slightly stunned.
Someone said quickly: "Are you a refugee from Yunzhou?"
The poems are from "Plum Blossom" by Wang Anshi and "Little Pond" by Yang Wanli