Wenyuan Pavilion, the Wenyuan Pavilion here is not the place where the Qing Dynasty stored the "Sikuquanshu" a hundred years later, but an iconic restaurant in the capital of the Ming Dynasty, an ideal place for scholars and scholars to drink.
First, you must be talented, and second, you must be rich to enter Wenyuan Pavilion.
Every day, a poem title will be hung at the door of Wenyuan Pavilion. Only those in the same industry who compose poems as required will be allowed to enter Wenyuan Pavilion. It is somewhat similar to today's high-end clubs. In this way, all the people who come to Wenyuan Pavilion are literati.
Hongru's style also improved.
Scholar-officials and poet poets such as Naizi Yuliu often came to Wenyuan Pavilion, where literati gathered. If someone received praise in Wenyuan Pavilion, his reputation would rise. For a time, everyone would rush to Wenyuan Pavilion, thinking it was a prestigious place.
Today, "Recalling Jiangnan" written by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty hangs at the door of Wenyuan Pavilion: Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar to me in the past. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as the fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. I can't help but remember Jiangnan.
I probably wrote a poem based on this title and style.
Zhu Pingan and other three people came to the door of Wenyuan Pavilion and looked at the song "Recalling Jiangnan" hanging at the door. They all smiled slightly. The three people bowed their hands and showed humility to each other, and then the honest boy Wang Shizhen was pushed by Zhang Siwei and Zhu Pingan.
Come out and write poetry.
Wang Shizhen was indeed the leader who would lead the literary world of the Ming Dynasty in the future. After being pushed out by the two men, Wang Shizhen remained calm. He just smiled and walked forward. Without any thought, he wrote a poem "Recalling Jiangnan":
Where the song starts, the sun is setting half of the river red. The soft green poles add plum rain, and the light yellow shirt can withstand the wind of lotus root silk. My home is in the east of Wuhu.
As soon as Wang Shizhen's song "Recalling Jiangnan" came out, there was a burst of applause at the door. This is also the practice of Wenyuan Pavilion. Every day, there will be several scholars and scribes at the door of Wenyuan Pavilion acting as generals, either from the Imperial College or the Imperial Academy.
In short, the poems and essays written by the literati invited by Wenyuan Pavilion must be approved by them before they can be admitted to Wenyuan Pavilion.
Wang Shizhen's song "Recalling Jiangnan" was almost the best song they had seen today. So they couldn't help but shout out loud.
"Plum plum rain, lotus root silk wind, Wen Sheng's poem can compete with Bai Shimo." Zhang Siwei couldn't help but admire it.
"Young Master. I am still self-aware. Compared with Bai Shimo, I am still far behind." Wang Shizhen shook his head slightly and said with a smile.
The style of a gentleman.
In Zhu Ping'an's view, Wang Shizhen was the ancient standard of a humble gentleman, unfazed by honor and disgrace, and looked exactly like someone who had stepped out of an ink painting.
However, in the next second, Zhu Pingan retracted this view.
"Ahem, I'm not familiar with them. Excuse me, I'll go upstairs first." After Wang Shizhen was allowed to enter Wenyuan Pavilion, he bowed his hand to the scholar who acted as the general gate officer, and then turned to Zhu Zhu outside the door.
Ping An and Wang Shizhen smiled.
Originally, the rule of Wenyuan Pavilion was that if one of the people in the group complied with the requirements of the question, all of them could be admitted to the pavilion. However, since Wang Shizhen came here all of a sudden, and they were not familiar with each other, that meant they were not in the same group, so according to Wenyuan Pavilion
According to the rules, Zhu Ping'an and Zhang Siwei have to write a song "Recalling Jiangnan".
Then, Zhu Pingan was pushed out by Zhang Siwei.
Zhu Ping'an looked at Zhang Siwei and smiled slightly, then stepped forward to pick up the brush and wrote a poem "Recalling Jiangnan":
The south of the Yangtze River is good. The edge of the city gate is rugged. There are only stone horses in front of the ancient mausoleum, and there are bronze camels on the ruins. The jade trees sing late at night.
This is a poem recalling the south of the Yangtze River by Nalan Xingde in the Qing Dynasty. Among Nalan's poems, this poem recalling the south of the Yangtze River is not very outstanding. However, when he visited Nanjing in modern times, Zhu Pingan saw this poem at a scenic spot.
When I first recalled Jiangnan, I memorized it without realizing it, so I picked it up this time.
Although this poem is not very outstanding among Nalan's poems, among those who came to Wenyuan Pavilion today, this poem is still very outstanding.
The goalkeeper couldn't help but shout "Hello". Just now Wang Shizhen's "Recalling Jiangnan" was lively and lively, describing his love for his hometown Jiangnan; Zhu Pingan's "Recalling Jiangnan" is a meditation on the rise and fall of history. Both are excellent works.
"Hahaha, the first word before the lyrics of Wen Sheng's "Recalling Jiangnan" is the word "song", and the last word of Zihou's "Recalling Jiangnan" is also the word "song". It's very interesting to sing and harmonize."
After Zhang Siwei praised Zhu Pingan's lyrics, he discovered the harmony of Wang Shizhen and Zhu Pingan's lyrics, and couldn't help laughing and joking.
In response to Zhang Siwei, Zhu Ping'an Shiran entered the Wenyuan Pavilion, and like Wang Shizhen, he bowed his hands to the door general, and then smiled at Zhang Siwei who was outside the door and wanted to enter the pavilion together, saying and
Wang Shizhen said the same thing:
"Ahem, I'm not familiar with the person outside the door. I'd like to excuse you all. I'll go upstairs first."
Then Zhu Ping'an caught up with Wang Shizhen and stood together in the hall, smiling slightly and looking at Zhang Siwei outside the door.
"You guys?" Zhang Siwei smiled and shook his head, and then he also stepped forward and wrote the song "Recalling Jiangnan":
The swallows in the south of the Yangtze River are lightly blown by the embroidered curtain wind. In February, the new society passes by the pond, and the old nests of the palaces of the Six Dynasties are empty. They fly west and east.
Que sang with Wang Shizhen in the first half, and Zhu Ping'an and Zhang Siwei in the second half.
Sure enough, those who can leave a famous name in history are not easy people, and the poems and articles are all easy to pick up. Today's incident has given Zhu Pingan a little more understanding of the famous people in history. None of the people who left a name in history are
Simple people.
As soon as this song "Recalling Jiangnan" came out, he was naturally cheered by the gatekeepers. Zhang Siwei smiled and caught up with Wang Shizhen and Zhu Ping'an and went to Wenyuan Pavilion.
The three of them went to Wenyuan Pavilion and found an empty seat to sit down. Zhang Siwei ordered eight dishes and one soup in one go before stopping. Wang Shizhen on the side smiled and said nothing, and Zhu Pingan ordered another portion of Wenyuan Pavilion's food.
The signature dish was a jar of ten-year-old wine, so I asked the waiter to take the menu and go to the kitchen to prepare the dishes.
Inside the purse given by Li Shu were three silver notes, each with a denomination of fifty taels of silver, for a total of one hundred and fifty taels of silver. In modern times, it would be equivalent to almost 100,000 yuan when converted into RMB, which is Qingdao University.
If the price of shrimp increases tenfold, it will be enough to pay for it.
In Dream of Red Mansions, a meal of crabs for so many people in the Jia family only cost 24 taels of silver. This made Grandma Liu exclaim that it was enough for a small family to live for a year, but now this meal in Wenyuan Pavilion is even more expensive.
It won't be more expensive than a meal of crabs in the Jia family.
Of course, Zhu Ping'an would not take Li Shu's money in vain. He also had some savings, so he could just return it to Li Shu when he went back.
The food served at Wenyuan Pavilion was very fast. Before Zhu Pingan and the others could chat for a few words, the dishes they ordered came out one after another.
"Just now at the gate of the Hou Mansion, you also heard that I can't drink too much, you just have to enjoy yourself." Zhu Pingan poured a glass of wine for each of Zhang Siwei and Wang Shizhen, poured a glass for himself, and raised his glass to toast them.
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"I understand, if we had such a lovely wife and beautiful concubine, we wouldn't drink too much, haha." Zhang Siwei and Wang Shizhen raised their wine glasses, clinked them with Zhu Pingan, and joked with a smile.
No one else came to disturb, and no one held a poetry meeting in Wenyuan Pavilion. In short, the meal was very peaceful. The three of them chatted while eating, and talked about some things related to the test. The food tasted good, too.
People can say that they enjoy eating and chatting happily.
After dinner, the three of them went down to Wenyuan Pavilion. Zhang Siwei and Wang Shizhen served as guides, saying they wanted to take Zhu Pingan to visit the capital. To be continued