Since August 17, Zhang Yuan devoted himself to studying the art of eight-part essays. Before listening to those famous writers, he first asked Fan Zhen to tell him the general format of eight-part essays.
Not very good, but I still understand the format and approach. A well-formed eight-legged essay consists of breaking the topic, following the topic, original topic, beginning, entering the topic, presenting the topic, raising the second part, middle part, and connecting.
The last two comparisons, the last two small comparisons, and the big summary are composed of these parts. They pay attention to the rigorous structure and meticulous organization. Fan Zhen explained the composition and method of each part in detail, and Zhan Shiyuan on the side added a little bit -
Zhang Yuan thought for a moment, nodded and said: "Okay, please ask Mr. Fan to read "Selected Essays on the County's Children's Examination" for me."
Fan Zhen coughed twice, shook her Taoist robe, crossed her legs, took a sip of tea, opened the book, and began to read aloud. She read ten eight-part essays on children's examination questions. Zhan Shiyuan continued reading. He finished the first and second chapters in two hours in the morning.
After reading the volume "Selected Essays on the County's Children's Examination", Fan Zhen smiled and said: "Then you can read "Prodigy Making Art" in the afternoon. With Master Jiezi's speed, it doesn't take ten days to read the collection of contemporary essays he bought yesterday.
Read them all.”
Zhang Yuan shook his head and said: "You can't just swallow it like this. I'm not familiar with these eight-legged style, and it's hard to listen to it. Reading two volumes every morning is enough. In the afternoon, I think about it carefully and figure it out slowly. I can't do this quickly."
Fan Zhen and the two were naturally happy to rest for a long time. Fan Zhen said: "Then we will come back tomorrow at the beginning of the morning. If Master Jiezi has any instructions in the afternoon, Xiao Wu can call him at any time." Then she said goodbye with Zhan Shiyuan.
During lunch, Zhang Yuan was still thinking about the problem in his mind. He was lost in thought while eating. Zhang Yuan's mother, Lu, smiled and said: "Look at this child, he is confused in reading. He only cares about picking up the rice and forgets to pick up the vegetables."
Now." He took two chopsticks and put the meat and vegetables into Zhang Yuan's bowl...
After the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, the weather obviously turned cooler, and it started to rain again in the afternoon. Zhang Yuan was walking alone in the study room in the west building, chanting, and the two volumes of "Selected Essays on the County's Childbirth Examination" that he had listened to in the morning were repeated again.
I went through it in my mind like water, and it can be said that I am familiar with it. However, when I tried to write an article on the same topic, I felt that I had no way to start. I couldn't solve the problem. My thoughts were restricted and uncomfortable. Zuo Yi thought out of bounds.
, Zuoyi Yi thought again and went too far. It was like running in a small room. There were obstacles everywhere in the room, and it was still dark. I couldn't see the obstacles clearly. How could I fall down without taking a few steps?
Zhang Yuan didn't know how many steps he took in the study. The little girl Tu Ting, who was waiting outside the study before, was dizzy because the young master kept walking back and forth. She didn't know where she went now. Zhang Yuan was tired from walking and wanted to
Tired, he sat on a chair and called "Tu Ting to bring tea", but no one answered. I called twice more but still no one answered. He shook his head and said: "This girl Tu Ting is not as easy to handle as before. She has learned to be lazy." She rubbed it.
Rub your legs and prepare yourself to pour tea.
"What do you want, Master?"
Mu Zhenzhen, a fallen girl, appeared at the door of the study wearing a bamboo hat. She was still wearing a blue-black skirt, with the edges rolled up, revealing two white calves. On her feet were straw sandals, with her big toes exposed and stained with dirt.
Mudui, the only difference from before is that he no longer ties his waist with a straw rope, but uses a green cloth belt, which is wrapped three times around his waist and tied tightly——
Mu Zhenzhen took off the bamboo hat, placed it under the eaves of the corridor to drip water, and quickly unloaded the basket on his back. There was still half a basket of oranges in the basket. Because it rained in the afternoon, there was no one in Dashan Temple Square, so these oranges could not be sold.
Mu Zhenzhen didn't want to come to Zhang's house at first. She was afraid that Zhang's mother, Lu, would be too upset if she bought half of the basket of oranges. She thought so in her heart, but she couldn't control her own feet and couldn't help but go to the house.
Fuxue Palace is here. When we arrived at Zhang's house, Big Shitou who answered the door was already familiar with him. He called out: "Sister Zhenzhen." Then he immersed himself in watching two crickets fighting in the tile basin. Mu Zhenzhen went straight inside.
In the courtyard, when I heard Zhang Yuan saying that Tu Ting was lazy, he quickly asked the young master what he wanted.
Zhang Yuan stood up and said: "I'm really here. It's a rainy day. Come in and wipe your face first."
There was a basin and a silk and linen face towel in the study. Zhang Yuan handed the face towel to Mu Zhenzhen. Mu Zhenzhen was frightened and dodged. This was the face towel used by the young master. How could she take it and wipe her face, saying: "No, no, no.
Just wash your face, little maid." She walked to the basin, washed her face with water, washed her hands again, and was about to wipe her face with her sleeves as usual, when she suddenly realized that the young master was looking at her, and as soon as he raised his hand, he put it down again.
Pinned behind his back, he rubbed the wet back of his hand on his lower back, but the water droplets on his face were not wiped off and dripped onto his collar. His two delicate willow eyebrows were wetted by the water, like long blades of hair soaked in water——
Zhang Yuan stretched out the silk and linen face towel in front of her and said, "Dry your face quickly. I have something to tell you."
As soon as Mu Zhenzhen heard the young master's instructions, he took the face towel, wiped his face quickly, and asked: "Master, what's the matter?"
Zhang Yuan laughed and said: "I was thirsty after reciting the book and wanted to drink tea, but Tuting disappeared without a trace——"
Mu Zhenzhen said: "My maid will go and ask the kitchen to make hot tea for the young master."
Zhang Yuan said: "How long will it take? Give me two oranges to eat."
Mu Zhenzhen went to pick out two round and large oranges. He wiped them dry with a towel first, then peeled off the peel. He held the two complete orange pulps in the palm of his hand and presented them to Zhang Yuan. Zhang Yuan took one.
He broke off a piece and put it into his mouth, praising: "It's so sweet! You really can eat this one."
Mu Zhenzhen held the tender red and juicy orange flesh and shook her head. She was about to say that she didn't want to eat it, when the young master raised his voice and said, "You can eat it if I tell you to. If I don't say anything, just shake your head."
The young master seemed to have lost his temper. Mu Zhenzhen was taken aback and quickly stuffed the orange pulp into his mouth. When he looked up at the young master, the young master had a smile on his face and said, "Eat it, it's boring for me to eat alone.
Bring a few more and we'll eat them together."
The orange flesh was not small, and Mu Zhenzhen's mouth was not big, so it was stuffed and his face was a little red. He quickly turned around, chewed and swallowed, and brought in a few more oranges. Zhang Yuan said: "Peel it yourself." He took an orange.
While peeling it, when he saw that Mu Zhenzhen didn't do anything, he said with a smile: "Zhenzhen, do you want me to peel it for you to eat?"
Mu Zhenzhen quickly peeled it off and ate it, but his face became increasingly red and he felt uncomfortable, but he didn't want to leave.
Zhang Yuan ate a few oranges and had a conversation with Mu Zhenzhen. After working hard for a day, he finally felt a little more relaxed. Learning the Eight-part Part (Bagu) essay was much more laborious than listening to the ancient Chinese prose. Of course, the harvest was not small. He was trying to determine the narrow room of the Eight-part essay.
Once the locations of the obstacles in the room are determined one by one, he can run freely in the room. If he encounters an obstacle, he will jump over it. I won’t think too much about it today and will practice Chinese calligraphy for a while——
Mu Zhenzhen took the pen to wash out the water in the back garden, and came back and said: "Master, Tuting is watching the white mule eating grass, very attentive. Master, don't blame her."
Zhang Yuan said: "I've forgotten about the white mule. I'll go take a look later." After patiently practicing the Magu stele, Mu Zhenzhen helped him wash his pen, and he went to the back garden first.
There is some hay spread under the west wall of the back garden, with floating eaves, which protects it from the rain. The white mule Xue Jing lies under the wall, chewing hay leisurely. The little girl Tuting squats in front of the white mule and stares blankly at the white mule.
The upper and lower rows of teeth on the mule gnashed together while eating grass, and her mouth moved accordingly, as if she was also chewing the grass——
Zhang Yuan laughed and called out: "Rabbit Pavilion——"
The little girl said "Ah", as if waking up from a dream, she stood up and reported in confusion: "Master, the mule is eating grass."
Zhang Yuan said: "I see that Tu Ting, you are also eating grass."
With a "Puch" sound, Mu Zhenzhen, who followed him out, couldn't help but laugh.
Zhang Yuan smiled and said: "Don't look at it stupidly, go make tea quickly."
After the little girl left, Zhang Yuan said to Mu Zhenzhen: "Tu Ting must have been squatting here and falling asleep just now, dreaming——"
Mu Zhenzhen smiled and said: "I dreamed that I turned into a big white rabbit."
Zhang Yuan smiled and said: "It should be, you can ask Tu Ting later."
For some reason, Mu Zhenzhen felt inexplicably happy, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll ask her later."
It was already the end of the Spring Festival, and the sky was dark. Zhang Yuan looked at the drizzle falling from the sky and asked: "Zhenzhen, has your father come back from Xiaoshan?"
Mu Zhenzhen said: "I don't know, I haven't come back at noon, maybe I have come back by this time."
Zhang Yuan said: "You can bring the little Panlong Stick here tomorrow and let me see it. If you really want to see it, you can't shirk it."
Mu Zhenzhen bit his lip and replied with a red face: "Yes, young master."
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