The cold spring weather brings a drop of ice rain.
After Zhu Pingan finished writing the second eight-part essay, he saw a drop of ice rain hitting the ground outside, and the soldiers outside shrank their necks.
It's raining!
Zhu Ping'an raised his head and took a closer look at his dormitory. Well, it's not bad. Although it is a smelly dormitory, the structure of the house is good, especially the top floor has just been renovated. The rainproof layer is also very well arranged. There is no need to worry about it.
Rain leakage situation.
So, Zhu Ping'an took out the umbrella he was carrying from his bag, stretched it out, pointed to his umbrella at the shrinking soldier outside, and then placed it on the wall outside the dormitory.
It's up to you whether to use it or not.
After putting down the umbrella, Zhu Pingan stopped caring and continued to work on the question.
This is the last question on the meaning of the Four Books, and the title is also quite satisfactory. It comes from a sentence in "Mencius": "Confucius climbed to the east mountain and was humbled by Lu."
This sentence is very simple. It means that when Confucius climbed up Dongshan Mountain and looked down, he felt that the state of Lu was small. Simple is simple, but it is not that simple to write a well-written eight-legged essay based on this sentence.
If we really want to write based on the superficial meaning of this sentence, we can't write a travelogue about Confucius climbing Dongshan Mountain.
This topic should be understood in the full text. The full text of this sentence is as follows. Mencius said: "Confucius climbed the Dongshan Mountain and made a small Lu; climbed the Taishan Mountain and made the world small. Therefore, it is difficult for those who look at the sea to be water, and those who swim in the gate of the sage are difficult to speak.
"If you have the skill to observe water, you must observe its waves. If the sun and moon are bright, the light of your face will shine on it. Flowing water is a thing, and it cannot be done if it is not full. A gentleman's ambition is to follow the Tao, and it cannot be formed or achieved."
Seeing this sentence, Zhu Pingan thought of Zhu Xi.
Zhu Xi. When Mr. Zhu was reading this chapter of "Mencius", he made a note in the corner: "This chapter says that the way of the sage is great and has its foundation. Those who learn must use it gradually to achieve it." Mr. Zhu
It means: the Confucianism established by the sages is noble and profound, and has its roots. People who want to learn must follow the rules of learning step by step, so that they can reach the lofty realm of Confucianism established by the sages.
What Zhu Xi and Mr. Zhu said are not ordinary words. They are the golden rule in the imperial examination. In the second year of Hongwu, Taizu of the Ming Dynasty (1369), the imperial examination was based on Zhu Xi and others' annotations.
Zhu Ping'an thought for a moment and came up with an idea. Let's use Zhu Xi's words as a text to break down the topic and start the discussion.
The rain outside is getting heavier and heavier. The "crackling" is getting heavier and heavier, carrying the remaining chill of winter. Driven by the whistling north wind, the sound is miserable and weeping, all around the Gongyuan, overwhelmingly letting it out.
The invigilator outside was holding the umbrella given to him by Zhu Pingan at the moment, looking at his colleagues nearby shivering in the wind and rain, and was very grateful. In his heart, he was extremely grateful to Zhu Pingan, who was sitting in the stinky cell, and looked at Zhu Pingan with eyes filled with emotion.
gratitude.
However, Zhu Ping'an was completely immersed in his own ink-colored world, which made the soldier waste his grateful eyes.
Soaked in ink, Zhu Ping'an came up with the title-breaking sentence of this eight-legged essay:
"The holy way is great and has its roots, and scholars must gradually arrive at it."
After finishing the topic, Zhu Ping'an wrote the article without adding any points. He summarized the eight-part article in one stroke and continued the discussion according to Zhu Xi's words. He promoted Confucianism all the time and greatly praised it. He compared Confucianism to the lofty Mount Tai, and compared it to the lofty Mount Tai.
The vast sea is likened to the shining sun and moon, which of course have roots. Then he emphasized that those who want to learn should start from the beginning and proceed step by step. In this way, this eight-legged essay was written.
At this point, the three questions on the Eight-part Essay on the Four Books and Meanings of this exam have been written. The remaining four questions should all be on the Eight-part essay on the meaning of the Five Classics. The Eight-part essay on the meaning of the Five Classics is relatively simple. This is Zhu Pingan’s eight-part essay.
experience, it's all a matter of personal preference.
Zhu Pingan opened the test paper and continued reading.
There were no unexpected situations. The remaining four questions were all questions about the meaning of the Five Classics, and they were not difficult. Zhu Pingan read the four questions in one breath, and his thoughts spread along the sound of raindrops outside.
The rain fell on the eaves, dripping, and there seemed to be a sense of joy in the crisp sound... Zhu Pingan's thoughts also left with it, and the dripping sound of the rain deeply stirred up the thoughts of this article.
Ripples, waves spread out, quietly and silently.
With his ideas flowing smoothly, Zhu Ping'an continued.
Just like that, in the rain, a young man wearing a mask tirelessly splashed ink.
On rainy days, the smell in the toilet is stronger, and there are several people with bad names like Zhu Ping'an in Gongyuan. Most people are so smoked that they don't need it, and they vomit all the time. Another person can't hold on.
, was sent to the Ming Jing Building by the invigilator. The remaining ones who were still persisting were all pale and shaky.
But Zhu Pingan, wearing a mask, seemed not to be affected by the stinky shouts next door at all. He splashed ink with great fluency, as if he was surrounded by the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers. Every candidate who went to the toilet and passed by Zhu Pingan was always yelled at.
I was shocked by the figure of Zhu Pingan splashing ink.
"I wield a wooden ax under the bed and make a dojo in the screw shell."
Most people feel this way, just like playing with an ax under the bed, or casting spells in a conch inside a dojo. They all feel that their power has nowhere to use it. Because the eight-part essay strictly limits the format and word count, each sentence has
Fixed styles, queue duality, etc.
However, at this moment, Zhu Ping'an felt that he was already at ease. What he intended and what he wrote completely met the various requirements of eight-legged writing.
In one breath, Zhu Ping'an finished writing two eight-legged essays on the meaning of the Five Classics before he stopped writing, and his stomach began to churn unsatisfactorily.
So, Zhu Pingan reached out and gestured, received the "Chu Gong Card", and hung a piece of linoleum cloth as a door curtain in front of his dormitory to prevent wind and rain from blowing into his dormitory and getting the test papers wet when he went to the toilet.
After putting everything into the test paper bag and hanging it on the wall, I left the dormitory and went to the toilet next door.
Although there is a mask, the smell is still unbearable when entering the toilet.
Of course, if you don’t have a mask, it will stink. The toilet is also very unclean. It doesn’t have a flush toilet like our modern toilets. It is a squatting tunnel and you can’t flush it. Anyway, it’s unbearable inside.
Look directly.
There is also toilet paper inside, which is very rough straw paper.
Zhu Ping'an almost solved the problem as quickly as possible in his life and then returned to his dormitory.
It was already around four or five o'clock in the afternoon. It was getting darker and darker outside, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier. A curtain of water almost formed outside the dormitory, and the dormitory almost turned into a water curtain hole.
Just then, a shrill howl was heard outside.
"Cao, there's a leak! My paper!"
Then I saw an examinee yelling like crazy outside the dormitory, jumping around and screaming. Three or five buglers couldn't hold it down. Finally, it took six or seven buglers to control him and escort him to Mingjing.
The building is awaiting disposal.
For the unlucky child, there must have been a leak in the dormitory and the paper got wet. If the paper gets wet, there will be marks, and then the test paper will be invalid. This exam will be invalid, and the test will be invalid. So, it is inevitable.
This kid is like this.
From this point of view, the bad name does not seem to be so unlucky. Zhu Ping'an wore a mask and smiled self-deprecatingly. (To be continued...)