Filial piety to husband is the foundation of virtue and the source of teaching. Filial piety is the foundation of a person's virtue. People with such filial piety will not be any worse in virtue.
Although this son's words and deeds in the examination room were inappropriate, for the sake of his filial piety, Zhou Xuezheng did not intend to pursue the matter any further.
Zhou Xuezheng's unwillingness to pursue the case does not mean that others do not want to pursue the case. Although the students and scholars in Tongcheng, Taihu and other counties were shocked by Zhu Ping'an's farewell song just now, it was only a moment. After thinking about it, they could not help but find that there were many loopholes in it.
Although the poem is good, it is an excerpt of Ruan Lang's lyrics when he returns home, which does not show his true level. Moreover, no matter how good his explanation is, he cannot prove that this farewell poem was written by himself. His age and the lyrics are too inappropriate.
It matches, but it doesn't look like it at all.
Many people still classify Zhu Ping'an's poem as someone else's fault.
Because of this idea, people were not willing to let Zhu Pingan fish in such troubled waters, and were not willing to let Zhou Xuezheng be deceived by this person.
Moreover, many people had written poems just now, but the limelight seemed to have been stolen by Zhu Ping'an. Not many students and scholars were willing to do so. This was a good opportunity to perform in front of Zhou Xuezheng, Li Lao, Zhao Lao and others.
Therefore, someone suggested that since it is a poetry meeting, it is better to ask Zhou Xuezheng and others to come up with a topic and limit the number of poems to be composed, and then select the best poems and bind them into a volume, which can be regarded as leaving good memories for this poetry meeting.
Although there is no one who is the best in literature and no one in martial arts, everyone is full of blood and who is not eager to win. Moreover, it is obvious that the students from Tongcheng, Taihu and other counties are not interested in drinking. As soon as the man's proposal was put forward, everyone became angry and started talking.
Nod and applaud.
Zhou Xuezheng was also pleased to hear this. He lowered his head slightly and discussed with Mr. Li, Mr. Zhao and others next to him for a few words before deciding on the topic.
The topic is not difficult, but it is not that easy to write new ideas.
"Song of Snow"
All the students were happy when they heard this topic. This topic was familiar to everyone, and they were all motivated to write a good poem about snow and leave a good impression in front of Zhou Xuezheng and others.
When Zhu Ping'an heard someone suggest writing poems, he understood their intentions, which were just to become famous and make a fool of himself. There were also many poems about snow in the Qing Dynasty and later generations. If he picked one at random, it would make those people steal the chicken.
It's not a waste of money, and he has fulfilled himself through busy work, but after all, he is only a young man now. The farewell song just now has made him stand at the forefront. If he does it again, I'm afraid he will be roasted on the fire. Going too far is not enough.
J.
The beautiful singer who was in charge of singing had just picked up Zhu Ping'an's previous farewell song. She couldn't wait to read it when she first started it. It took a long time to come back to her senses, glanced at the poem, and then glanced at the young man at the table...
...
At this time, some of the students and scholars present here have already written poems, and their faces look proud.
As usual, several copies of the poem were copied, names were added, and passed around to everyone.
After the first one, there will be a second one. Many students were unwilling to be outdone and shared their snow-song poems with everyone one after another.
From time to time at the poetry meeting, students would share their snow-chanting poems. Some of them were good poems, and some were not very good. One after another, the snow-chanting poems were passed on to everyone. If anyone has any opinions on any of the poems, please feel free to comment.
But you can stand up and speak out and comment with everyone.
Zhou Xuezheng, Mr. Li, Mr. Zhao and others sat at the table, drinking poetry with wine. Whenever they saw a better poem about snow, they would take a sip of wine, laugh and talk a few words in a low voice, and comment on it.
"Well, this song is indeed a masterpiece... I went down to the balcony with lingering gloomy clouds, and the heaven and earth were in confusion. The six branches of heaven and earth were blooming. The light was auspicious with the moon, and the flowers were blooming next to the cold plum. I flew far away with the singing of Ying guests.
, the banished palace maiden danced her sleeves and returned. Her close friend did not meet, and the Yan River took advantage of the prosperity to come to the king... Li Gong, Zhao Gong, if there are no other poems, this poem can barely be regarded as the top one in this poetry meeting.
After doing it, Tongcheng Xia Luoming can be regarded as a material that can be made."
Zhou Xuezheng took a sip of wine and communicated with Mr. Zhao and Mr. Li next to him to share this masterpiece he had seen.
"Well, it's good, it's good. It's broad in scope but not lacking in detail. It's full of moonlight and cold plum blossoms, and there's no lack of allusions in it. Yes, this poem is probably going to be a big hit today." Mr. Li looked at Zhou Xuezheng and handed it over.
Tongcheng Xia Luoming's poem on snow, nodded with satisfaction,
At this time, Mr. Zhao next to him twisted his beard and smiled, "Hahaha, don't draw too early a conclusion. The song I have is worse than yours. Well, it was written by Wang Jin from Taihu Lake. The breeze shook the trees in the garden,
Fine snow falls under the curtains. The sky lingers like mist, and the steps resemble flowers. There are no spring willows, only the white osmanthus branches. There is no human nature with no tears, and what’s the use of missing lovesickness in an empty space..."
When Zhou Xuezheng, Mr. Li and others heard this, they all laughed, "What Mr. Zhao said is true. I'd better wait and see before making any conclusions. But if there are no other excellent works, I'm afraid Aotou will have to choose from these two articles today."
Already."
When Xia Luoming from Tongcheng heard Zhou Xuezheng and others' comments on his poem on snow, he looked at Zhu Ping'an with arrogance.
On the other hand, Wang Jin from Taihu Lake didn't react much and just laughed and chatted with others without changing his expression.
Xia Luoming was quite disdainful of Zhu Pingan at this time. Everyone had almost finished writing, but Zhu Pingan still hadn't finished a word.
At Xia Luoming's signal, several students from Tongcheng County walked towards Zhu Pingan with wine glasses in their hands.
"Your Excellency, why haven't you written yet?"
The students from Tongcheng County looked at Zhu Ping'an mockingly and asked loudly.
This voice attracted everyone's attention.
"I'm not good at writing poems. I just came up with a sentence at the moment." Zhu Pingan looked honest and honest, admitting that he just thought of a sentence.
When the students around him heard this, they laughed one after another. It took you so long to come up with a sentence!
Especially the students from Tongcheng, Taihu and other counties laughed even louder and had been looking forward to it for a long time.
Haha, your fox finally showed its tail.
The farewell poem just now was probably someone else's fault. Otherwise, why wouldn't you be able to write a simple poem about snow now?
Zhou Xuezheng and others also looked over. Unlike other students, there was no ridicule in their eyes, but some expectation. That farewell poem could not have been written by someone else. How could such literary talent be willing to catch a young man's sword? What's more,
They didn't overhear it from elsewhere. Such good poems would be widely circulated as soon as they came out. Why didn't they hear about it until now? Therefore, they still have some expectations for Zhu Pingan.
"One sentence, just one sentence, write it down for everyone to see." Students from Tongcheng and other counties booed.
"How can a sentence become a poem? Let's forget about it." Zhu Pingan shook his head.
"It's okay, write it quickly." Students from Tongcheng and other counties naturally wouldn't finish it like this, they were still waiting for Zhu Ping'an to make a fool of himself.
"Well, then I'll improvise a few sentences, and please don't be offended. It's really only one sentence that's impressive, and I don't mean to deceive you." Zhu Pingan emphasized to everyone before writing, saying his own words in advance.
I only conceived one line of this poem, and the rest were improvised. I did not intend to deceive or tease anyone. In short, I just wanted to say hello in advance.
"Okay, write it quickly, we can't wait any longer." Everyone was not interested in what Zhu Pingan said and kept urging him.
Under the urging of everyone, Zhu Pingan began to write. Everyone gathered around to see what the top talent who had conceived a sentence had written.
After I finished writing the first sentence, everyone was laughing so hard that they couldn't stand up straight.
I saw this sentence appearing on the snow-white rice paper:
"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces"
The person with good intentions read Zhu Ping'an's sentence loudly, and then there was endless laughter: Come on, is this also a poem? One, two, three, four, you are counting. Oops, my heart hurts from laughing.
.Wouldn’t it be five, six, seven or eight next? No, it hurts me to laugh.
"This is just something I made up on the spur of the moment. This is not what I imagined." Zhu Ping'an defended lightly amidst the laughter of the crowd.
Everyone sneered at this and said, pull him down, even if we are together, we are thousands of times stronger than you.
"Write the second sentence quickly." Everyone urged.
Amid the urging and ridicule of the crowd, Zhu Pingan wrote another sentence.
This time it was better, everyone laughed even louder, and many people were laughing so hard that they couldn't help but beat their chests.
"Five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces, hahahaha, you are really unique in making up the numbers, hahaha..."
Amid the laughter of the crowd, Zhu Ping'an's voice seemed weak, "I'm just trying to make up the number of words."
Come on, my sister, do you know how to write poetry? It really makes me laugh.
Amid the laughter of everyone, Zhu Pingan also wrote the third line of his poem.
"Thousands of pieces, countless pieces"
Everyone could no longer complain, and they were almost crying with laughter. If they were not scholars, they would have rolled on the ground laughing.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. From now on, it doesn’t rhyme anymore, so we use tens of millions. It’s really funny.
If you say that the farewell song you said in front of you was not someone else's fault, who would believe it? Everyone was already laughing, thinking about how Zhou Xuezheng and others were so angry, and what happened to Lord Fu Zun.
"Well, I have conceived the next sentence." Zhu Pingan habitually reminded everyone before writing.
Write quickly! Everyone urged me with a smile.
I have warned you, please don’t blame me for playing tricks on you! And don’t classify me as Ruan Ji and others.
"Fly into the reed flowers and never see them again"
After Zhu Ping'an finished writing this sentence, the good guy habitually read it out loud. After reading it, he realized that this sentence seemed different from the previous sentences, and then he felt bad.
Nima
Why is it that after the previous sentences, this sentence is added, which feels like the finishing touch.
After Zhu Ping'an finished writing the last line of his poem, everyone's laughter stopped abruptly again.
The last line of this poem seems to bring the whole poem to life.
Zhou Xuezheng, Mr. Li, Mr. Zhao and others looked at each other. It seemed that it would be difficult to choose the best work tonight, but it seemed that it was not difficult to choose.
For a while, the Jingxian Poetry Meeting was quiet.
(Apologies for the late update and a long chapter)