Chapter 42: A Little Poem Shocks the Jinling Poetry Club
"Since all the talented men want to be born later in life to compose a poem or recite a poem, how can I be timid and afraid to say it to myself? It has been more than a few months since I came from Shenjing to Jinling Prefecture for the imperial examination, and today I see the group
The arrival of the virtuous person was very lively, and there was a feeling of missing one's hometown."
After saying that, Jia Yun pretended to be deep in thought, saluted to everyone and continued: "Good articles are born naturally, and great writing is nothing more than accidental. I have a miscellaneous poem that I would like to share with all the talented people and all the adults.
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This speech was enough to give everyone face, it was a kind of flattery like an opening statement, and it did not make everyone feel too emotional. However, after careful analysis and reflection, they felt that what Jia Yun said was reasonable and reasonable.
Because Jia Yun was originally a member of the side sect of Rongguo Mansion in Shenjing, and her original place was also in Shenjing. She only came to Jinling Mansion in the south of the Yangtze River to take the imperial examination, so she changed her family and was included in the ancestral home of Jia Mansion in Jinling, far away from Shenjing.
It is inevitable that there will be wanderers who miss their hometown.
When they were young, everyone had traveled around the world to study and serve as officials, and they often missed their hometown and relatives in their hearts. Therefore, this is not Jia Yun's pretentiousness, but justifiable, and it is inevitable that it will make people sympathize.
There are even wanderers who have left home, and they can't help but burst into tears after hearing this. The wanderers are away, and the thread is in the hands of their loving mothers. The clothes on the wanderers' clothes are tightly sewed before leaving, and they are afraid of returning late. People are not saints, and they always have seven emotions and six desires, but the imperial examination is the most important.
At present, everyone can only worry about their fame and success, and pass the imperial examination to high school, so that they can return home rich and well-dressed in the future.
"A miscellaneous poem? It should be about missing my hometown."
Zhang Tang nodded slightly when he heard this, stroked his long beard, looked at Jia Yun, and said: "Let me tell you a little bit about the quality of this poem. All of you adults here are all talented people.
You are an elegant scholar of literary talent. We can comment on some of the poems you have written."
This Jinling Poetry Festival does not seem to be a real competition, but a gathering of literati to attract and win over people's hearts. In other words, it is to cleanse Jiayu Village from the dust and give the literati who will take the imperial examination a chance to meet the examiner in person and get closer.
The opportunity of relationship, in fact, contains the opportunity and good fortune that will make people famous all over the world.
"It just depends on whether you can handle it or not."
Jia Yucun also looked at Jia Yun, thinking deeply, so he remained silent.
Sure enough, after listening to Zhang Tang's words, the people nearby stared at Jia Yun, nodded again and said, "Try to speak for us."
"Before I came to Jinling College, I watched the setting sun from a distance, and I couldn't help but feel sad. I thought of my mother at home far away in Shenjing, and the overwhelming sorrow of separation was setting toward the sunset and could not be cut off."
After Jia Yun finished speaking, she walked to the place where the wine glasses were sitting in the meandering water bottle. She bent down to pick up the wine bowl on the ground, looked at the waves of wine swaying inside, took a swig, and then said boldly: "First couplet: The White Sorrow of Mighty Sorrow"
Sunset."
"Good, good, good, wonderful!"
Everyone recalled what Jia Yun said before. Before coming here, they had seen the setting sun like Jia Yun, but they had never had such literary grace and character. For a while, they also recalled it and felt that the artistic conception in the poem had returned to its original nature.
, giving people an endless aftertaste feeling.
"good!"
Even Jia Yucun, a proud and arrogant literary talent who was a Jinshi, couldn't help but shed tears after thinking about it. He couldn't help but exclaimed, "There is not a word in this first couplet that can be changed, and there is not a word that can move people's hearts.
There is not a single word that has not been refined over time and is difficult to comment on.”
Then, without looking at the crowd, Jia Yun went straight to the second bowl of wine, bent down to pick up the wine again, drank heavily on the spot, and sang loudly, "Cha couplet: chant the whip to the east and point to the end of the world."
"Yin whip, pointing to the east, is the end of the world? How heroic! Really heroic and heroic. I can't count the number of heroes and romantic figures until now!"
"Wonderful! The sun is setting in the majestic sorrow of separation, and the whip is pointing east to the end of the world. It is said that I miss my relatives in my hometown, but it is so heroic and heroic, which makes people feel proud. It is worthy of being able to overpower the talents from the south of the Yangtze River in Jinling Prefecture and take away the county case.
The Fierce Dragon Crossing the River should be ranked among the best in the world in terms of poetic talent and writing style."
"You are still young, but you are young and heroic. You are already three-thirds of the demeanor of Li Xianren back then!"
Just two poems just made everyone recite them silently and have endless aftertaste. The thoughts that made things difficult for Jia Yun before were blown away by the rain and wind and no longer existed.
They may be jealous of romantic talents who are stronger than themselves, but they will never be jealous of immortal figures who are too different.
"Two glasses of wine, two ancient poems, amazing!"
"Back then, Cao Zijian was as talented as eight buckets. It is said that there are ten buckets of talent in the world. Cao Zijian alone can monopolize eight buckets of talent. In seven steps, he can become an eternal poem. It is also said that Li Taibai was wild and unruly in his life. He was as romantic as a god and drank like a rich man.
Seventy percent of the intestines turned into moonlight, and the remaining three parts roared into sword energy. When spit out, half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty was transformed."
"I think this man's talent and learning are astonishing, and he has a bright future. He may be one of the most famous talents of all time."
"..."
Everyone was amazed, drank several glasses of wine, shook their heads and recalled, and meditated on the poems Jia Yun had written before. They did not feel that life was colorful, and they were addicted to it and could not extricate themselves.
Jia Yun is too young, only more than ten years old, but she is able to create such an eternal masterpiece at such a weak age. It is impossible to say that she will be a child prodigy like Wang Bo in the future.
At this moment, Jia Yun drank two glasses of wine in a row, then smashed the glass, swaying slightly, looking at the withered petals in late spring and the petals that had been stepped on on the road, and directly smashed the two behind them.
A line of poetry blurted out, "Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers."
"The sun is setting in the day in the majestic sorrow of separation, and I sing my whip to the east and point to the end of the world.
Fallen flowers are not heartless things, into Chunni more quadrangle."
Everyone was stunned when they heard the complete poem. Even the scholars in the middle reaches of the upper reaches gave up chatting and communicating and looked at Jia Yun in shock. The people in the lower reaches looked confused and confused and looked up.
Everyone on the other side didn’t know what happened above and why they were in such a posture!
When everyone downstream heard Jia Yun's poems, their hearts were shocked, their scalps were numb, and they exclaimed in disbelief.
Jia Yucun was even more excited, and he jumped up directly from the table. As a late Jinshi with literary background, he saw that this ancient poem, with beautiful meaning and strong meaning, was written by a young prodigy from the Jia family who was not as good as the weakest. He immediately marveled and said: "Wizard.
, Wizards, I’m going to be a Wizard!"
Jia Yucun's words interrupted everyone's meditation.
At this time, everyone really recited the poem from beginning to end. After repeating it several times, they felt that it was not enough. They ordered people to bring the Four Treasures of the Study and immediately shouted, "Master Yun, please copy it on rice paper.
, Tomorrow, we will hang it on the school hall of Jinling Academy, so that all the Jiangnan talents in Jinling Mansion can follow the example of Mr. Yun and study hard, so that they can produce such excellent works in the coming year!"