After winning the victory, Zhang Yutang received heroic support in Mingyang Academy. Some students surrounded Zhang Yutang and walked towards the academy.
Seeing the teacher sitting upright in the school, Zhang Yutang quickly stepped forward and saluted:
"Sir, today Yutang is in trouble. It disrupted the competition between Mingyang Academy and Yongfeng Academy. Please punish me, sir."
Looking at the teacher, the students next to him were all silent and did not dare to say a word.
"Yutang, you performed very well and restored the glory of the entire Mingyang Academy."
The teacher was in high spirits and looked at Zhang Yutang walking over with great interest:
"When did you start to master couplets and poetry? I know you have just finished learning Shuowen Jiezi, and you have just started learning couplets. As for poetry, you haven't been exposed to it yet."
Zhang Yutang sweated in his heart after hearing this. It seemed that he had gone too far. A seven-year-old child should be a naughty boy. A seven-year-old child should dig out bird's nests and catch small shrimps. How can anyone be as calm as him?
, calm, and the most important thing is that there is a seven-year-old child who is so talented.
"Mr. Zhen."
Zhang Yutang was calm and composed, organized his words, and said calmly:
"I have been very interested in some words since I was a child. Because my family had a small income, my father bought a lot of books and made a study room. I often read and practice calligraphy in it. After a long time, I heard my husband talk about
After understanding the explanations of the brothers, I can understand the couplets and poetry. However, I only have a rough understanding of these things.
"Sprinkle cold water, a little water, two dots, three dots of water, the moon is full in the sky, the moon is half on the ground, the moon is full and the moon is half, these two couplets are wonderful words, even if you are sir, I can't say it for a while.
Think of some good second line."
The teacher looked at Zhang Yutang very happily and then said:
"I have read all the pain of parting at the end of the world, and when I return without knowing it, I see scattered flowers like this. There is no word at all when looking at each other under the flowers, and there is nothing like the spring in the green window. When the lovesickness lamp is turned on, there is a wisp of new love, and thousands of old hatreds. The most important thing is
The world cannot keep it. A beautiful woman can say goodbye to a flower in a mirror or a tree. Once this song "Die Lian Hua" comes out, there will be no more butterflies in love with flowers in the world. Such a level can be said to be that of a great master, but it is nothing more than that."
"It's just the artistic conception of this poem. What I understand is that after experiencing the wasted years and wandering around, you feel the emotion and helplessness of the wasted years that make you grow old. When you are young, when you are working hard and traveling all over the world, where are you?
Where can there be so much pessimism and so much emotion about the vicissitudes of life?"
The more the teacher thought about this poem, the more he felt that this poem was almost written in his heart, as if the entire poem was a reflection of his life.
Until now, I have mostly resigned myself to the situation, wandering around and struggling to maintain a balance between livelihood and academics. There are really not many things I want to do in my life.
However, now that I have such an outstanding disciple, perhaps, in the future, I will also have the opportunity to show my ambition and govern the country and bring peace to the world.
Hearing the teacher talk about wandering around and wasting time, Zhang Yutang didn't panic much, but replied:
"Sir, I saw this song "Die Lian Hua" from a pamphlet at a local stall. I was only four years old at the time. It was fun and catchy, so I memorized it. Today, by chance, I
Take it out and give it a try. Who knew that this poem could actually get such an evaluation from your husband? What a pity. There are many poems in the booklet, but I didn't take a few more glances."
"Is that really the case?"
To be honest, the teacher also didn’t believe that Zhang Yutang wrote the poem “Die Lian Hua”, because he could not have written this poem without experiencing the ups and downs of life and without great talent.
If you can be happy and contented, who in this world would want to be homeless?
"That's true."
Zhang Yutang affirmed and said firmly.
"Well, this may be God's will. Yongfeng Academy and my Mingyang Academy have been fighting openly and secretly for I don't know how many years. This time they got Zhou Bowen, the number one talent in Qiantang. He originally came to show off his power to us, but unexpectedly, he failed.
It fell into Yutang’s hands.”
At this time, the teacher seemed a little excited:
"Such a couplet, such a butterfly love flower, even if the whole Qiantang came together to make the butterfly love flower, it would be difficult to make it to the same level. Zhou Bowen naturally heard such news, and would definitely not come to take it for himself.
It's a shame. Now, let's all leave and study hard. Yutang, come to my room for a moment. I have something to ask you."
As the teacher's voice fell, the students in Mingyang Academy dispersed and returned to their seats, silently reviewing their lessons. Xu Xian next to him smiled at Zhang Yutang and also returned to his seats.
Zhang Yutang smiled back, walked calmly and slowly, following the teacher out of the school and walked to a room.
"Yutang, are you the one who came up with these couplets?"
The teacher stared at Zhang Yutang and asked:
"Now you can tell the truth, and the poem "Die Lian Hua" really came from a street stall. Such words are definitely not something that ordinary people can produce. Even if you are a gentleman, I can't even compare to them."
"Don't you already believe it in your heart, sir?"
Zhang Yutang smiled faintly: "These couplets, this poem "Die Lian Hua", I happen to know it, just when I need to know it, I know it, it's that simple."
"oh."
The teacher nodded and stopped asking, because everyone has their own secrets.
Instead, he asked another question:
"The Analects of Confucius, Doctrine of the Mean, Great Learning, and Book of Rites, have you started reading these books?"
"I've got it all in my heart."
"You have read the Book of Rites, and you should know that a scholar must understand the Five Classics and practice the Six Arts. I think you have memorized these Five Classics. How well do you know the Six Arts of Rites, Music, Archery, Royalty, Calligraphy, and Numbers?"
As we chatted, the more I learned about the books Zhang Yutang had read, the more I felt that Zhang Yutang was unfathomable. At such a young age, the books he had read and written down were by no means worse than those of a well-educated scholar, or even worse.
Nothing less.
Gradually, the teacher no longer regarded Zhang Yutang as an ordinary student, but as a peer, or even as a literary senior.
Talking and laughing, talking vertically and horizontally, he is invincible. Almost all literature can be explained clearly by Zhang Yutang.
And he himself was almost convinced by the teacher that Zhang Yutang was the reincarnation of a literary saint. He was born to know that he came to bring peace to the world and save the lives of the people.
Of course, it was not that Zhang Yutang said too much, but that what he said was far beyond the tolerance of a Qiantang private school teacher. There were famous aphorisms in every sentence. Under the shock, he unconsciously moved from his heart.
I felt a kind of reverence for Zhang Yutang.
"I hope sir won't tell anyone what happened today."
Originally, Zhang Yutang didn't want to be so shocking, but he had indeed written down all these things, and it was not difficult to embark on an official career.
The difficulty is that he now wants to follow a path of spiritual practice, which is lonely and lonely, and will take a lot of time. Many times in the future, he may be able to comprehend the great path in class.
When he was meditating, Zhang Yutang did not want to be disturbed by the teacher.
"Okay, I won't tell anyone, and you can study freely in class."
Looking at Zhang Yutang, the teacher vowed:
"One year later, our Qiantang will start the scholar examination. You will definitely become the youngest scholar in our Qiantang and shine in the family. It is just around the corner."
PS: An old man passed away. I worked the night shift last night and got off work at ** o'clock in the morning. I feel like going to express my condolences today, and there will be a funeral tomorrow. I will return very late after getting off the night shift. Tomorrow's update may still be very late.
, it’s just that tomorrow is the critical moment for ranking, the blue sea and blue sky are here, I really hope that everyone can give me your votes, give me your clicks, give me your collections, let us accompany you with glory, rush to the classification, kill