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Chapter 7 County School Poetry

Chapter 7 County Learning Poetry

"Brother Song, this is Miss Li Mo'er. She is the daughter of the Li family in Mianzhou. Her father and my father are officials in Jingzhou. This time my father is visiting relatives. It happens that Miss Li is going to Fuzhou to visit relatives and stops by to enjoy the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River.

"

Kong Zong said in a harmonious voice, and Song Mu also quickly raised his hand. Since they are both descendants of a family with a cultural background, even if they are women, they should have a bit more respect.

What's more, judging from the proud look of this little girl, she must be quite favored by her family.

"The little girl has met the young master. It turns out that the young master is a descendant of the Song family in Shiyang."

Li Mo'er, who was standing next to Kong Zong, was not reserved at all. Although he saluted, he spoke abruptly and stared at Song Muti with a pair of eyes, quite curious.

"Yes, Song Mu is the seventeenth generation eldest grandson in the family. I am very ashamed."

Seeing Song Mu's indifferent expression, Li Mo'er blinked slightly, and then suddenly asked.

"The little girl heard that the Song family in Shiyang was also famous all over the world, but she doesn't know how well the young master's poems and articles are doing?"

Song Mu was stunned and looked at Kong Zong, who actually smiled helplessly, presumably acquiescing to his sudden and slightly tricky test.

However, hearing that there was no malice in the other party's words, Song Mu took it calmly and immediately said with his hands.

"I'm ashamed. I've learned a few poems, but like articles, they can't be put on the stage."

"After all, Mr. Song was born as a child, so he must have some attainments in writing and poetry."

Li Moer refused to let it go, and continued to ask questions at the gate of the county school, looking like he was probing for the bottom of things.

Kong Zong, who was next to him, saw this and quickly came out to smooth things over.

"Miss Mo'er, of course we don't dare to show off Tong Sheng's articles and poems here. Brother Song is quite talented, but he has been ill a few days ago. Why don't we let Brother Song discuss it with you someday?

What do you think?"

With that said, Kong Zong turned around and said to Song Mu.

"Brother Song, don't be surprised. Miss Mo'er likes poetry and poetry the most. I have been tested by Miss Mo'er many times these days."

Song Mu immediately cast a grateful look after hearing this. Of course he remembered the poem Song Mu wrote during the Tongsheng Examination, but he could only say that it rhymed with oblique and oblique rhymes, and the rest was featureless. If he were to read it out at the gate of the county school, there would indeed be a few

Can't save face.

Seeing Kong Zong rescuing him, Song Mu immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but seeing that Li Mo'er still had a look of hope on his face, Song Mu immediately raised his hand and said.

"Brother Kong, Miss Mo'er, why don't we go to the county school first? Song has occasionally gained something at home these days. If Miss Mo'er doesn't mind it, I will bring the ink writing to Miss Mo'er after class is over."

"Oh?" As soon as these words came out, Li Mo and Kong Zong's eyes lit up. At that moment, the bell in the county school rang, and several people nodded and stepped inside.

The three of them hurriedly entered. Li Mo'er blinked for a moment, but then took two steps forward.

"Mr. Song, I don't know what kind of poems you like to write most on weekdays?"

Song Mu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and looked at Kong Zong with an embarrassed expression.

Where did this little girl find her, and how could she be so aggressive towards a stranger like herself when we just met her?

Kong Zong's brows were completely furrowed at this moment. When Li Moer came back with his father and others, his father only said that her family could not afford to offend her and asked him to entertain her well.

Even if it was me, I couldn't stand being made difficult these days. Today when I came to the county to study, the other party came with me. She was rude and showed no restraint of a woman from a well-connected family.

Seeing that Kong Zong also looked helpless, Song Mu could only sigh. Just when he was about to politely refuse, someone walked out next to him.

"Master Xun."

Song Mu quickly turned his head and saw Master Xun coming this way. He quickly raised his hands and bowed, but Master Xun spoke.

"Song Mu, this girl wants you to write a poem?"

Song Mu was speechless, but Li Moer immediately came out to salute, with a smile on his face, but still looking a little arrogant, and answered.

"Yes, Master, Mr. Song just promised the little girl."

Li Mo'er's voice was clear and clear, and within the county school, many people heard this sentence, and everyone looked over. Thinking about it, they found it quite interesting, and everyone whispered and pointed.

Master Xun blinked his eyes and touched his chin, thinking a little.

Only Song Mu was extremely depressed. He originally came to the county to take tutoring lessons, but he ended up like this.

"Song Mu, do you really have something in mind?"

Master Xun asked at this time. Song Mu was stunned and could only nod silently.

"That's fine. Today is the day to test your poems. Your word selection in poems is quite good, but the only thing you don't like is the sentences. If you really have some ideas today, then you can write them for me to see."

Master Xun said this, and Song Mu suddenly became speechless. It was a coincidence that these things happened together.

Now that it is difficult to get off the tiger, Master Xun is still adding fuel to the flames and seems to be quite interested. Now it seems that he can only bite the bullet and write.

The news that Master Xun was going to take a test on the poetry of Song and Mu also immediately spread in the county school. A group of scholar teachers and young scholars ran out of the school in a hurry. Some of them were also caught by Master Xun. At this moment, they were with Song

Together with Mu, he set up several tables in the county college, and each took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone they carried, then gently smoothed the bamboo paper and dabbed the ink.

"Well, children have to take exams on poetry recitation and writing every month. If they can't pass, they'll have to take the exam. Fortunately, we Confucian students only have the exam in March, but the master slapped my hand last time, and it still hurts now."

"Stop complaining. It's really hard for them to be Tongsheng. However, Xuezheng actually wants to take Song Mu's exam. Isn't Song Mu's poetry in the last Tongsheng test very good?"

"It's hard to say that it's even fair. Didn't you listen to what Xuezheng said? It's skin and bones, it's much worse. Otherwise, how can you still pass the exam with more than 30 points as a disciple of a Wenwen family?"

"Well, it seems that the Song family's literary tradition has really declined. The main family's literary style has been disbanded, and it is not as good as their branch in Hongzhou."

Several Confucian scholars were chatting quietly in the courtyard, while the scholars were guessing what poems they wanted to write and how many decent poems they could produce this time.

Pan Wenhao was also among them, but this time he was not picked up by Master Xun. He was standing with Qi Dazuo and looked at each other, with a bit of gloating and joking on their faces.

On weekdays, they liked to bully Song Mu the most, and they also knew Song Mu's abilities best. He knew the meaning of classics and could read the Four Books and Five Classics, but he was insensitive to poetry. Even his teachers said that he had written poems, so they deceived the countryside.

Husband, you are generous and make people laugh.

Now the two of them are spreading various rumors among the people.

However, Song Mu did not pay attention to the noise around him at this moment, but carefully studied the ink, thinking about the poems in his mind.

It's okay to choose words and make sentences by yourself, but in this situation, if I can't come up with one or two poems with some talent, I'm afraid I will be looked down upon by others.

God allowed me to be reborn into this world, not for others to step on me again.

Thinking like this, Song Mu already had a plan in mind.

"This Miss Li, since you are also from a culturally rich family, and I heard that you are very sensitive to poetry, can you come up with the title for this first poem?"

Seeing that Song Mu and others were ready, Master Xun stroked his beard again, then spoke to Li Mo'er who was standing aside, with a very indifferent expression on his face.

Song Mu raised his head and looked at Li Mo'er. Li Mo'er was obviously a little surprised, but he quickly stepped forward happily and snorted to the noisy surroundings. He waved his sleeves, revealing a small gourd hidden in his sleeves.

, opened the gourd, took two sips, and suddenly said while frowning.

"Young Master Song hasn't answered my question just now. What kind of poems do you like to write the most?"

Song Mu was stunned, thought for a moment, and answered softly.

"Let's chant poems about things."

Li Mo'er nodded, and after thinking for a moment, he turned around and ran to the pool under a nearby rock, pointing to the moss on it.

"Then please, gentlemen, sing this flower."

"Moss flower?"

Song Mu was stunned for a moment when he saw what Li Mo'er was pointing at. Kong Zong, who was also being tested next to him, also looked blank and thought about it.

The talented students next to them were all whispering to each other, and some of them, who claimed to be good at poetry, had already begun to formulate sentences.

As a very popular poetry genre, poems chanting things became popular in the Tang Dynasty. There are 6,262 poems chanting things in the "Complete Poems of the Tang Dynasty". Almost all literati like to express their aspirations through things to express their elegance.

It's just that the beginning of "Ode to Moss Flowers" shouldn't be difficult, but when it comes to expressing one's ambitions, everyone has a lot of thoughts in their minds.

"The little lady has finished giving the questions, gentlemen, please start composing poems."

Li Mo'er stood up and came to Song Mu's table, raised his head and said. Song Mu looked at each other and was thinking non-stop in his heart.

After a while, Song Mu's heart moved, and he immediately picked up his pen and dipped it in ink.

Seeing that Song Mu had already started writing in just a moment, everyone around him immediately looked over. Several scholars also showed a bit of surprise, but Song Mu had already written the first sentence.

"When the day is gone, youth will come naturally."



"Moss flowers are as small as rice, and they also bloom like peonies."

A scholar-instructor stepped forward and gently read out the five-character poem written by Song Mu. At that moment, he also raised his head and looked a little surprised.

When I first read this poem, I only had a sense of smoothness, but when the last word fell, the emotion of a poem about objects that supports objects and expresses aspirations naturally emerged.

Even if there are only flowers the size of rice grains, they will bloom like colorful peonies.

This implication immediately made the scholar exclaim "Wonderful."

Several scholars nearby also came over, and after reading it through, they all nodded. This poem is countless times better than what they just thought.

"This Song Mu is quite strange."

"I'm afraid I didn't use all my talent to come up with such a good poem."

When several children saw that Song Mu had finished writing so quickly, they whispered to each other, but Song Mu took up his pen and wrote the title of the poem "Moss". As soon as the word "Moss" was written, a large burst of white air suddenly came out of the poem,

White gas surrounded Song Mu and melted into Song Mu's body after a moment.

This is a literary style that shows that this poem is the author's first creation.

And in the future, as long as this poem is borrowed by literati, it will nourish the Song family's cultural heritage.

Song Mu was also very happy at this moment. He bravely wrote this poem by Yuan Mei, a great poet of the Qing Dynasty. Unexpectedly, the world actually accepted this poem, and the rich literary spirit just entered his body. Song Mu could feel it all over his body.

I feel comfortable and my head is much clearer.



(End of chapter)


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