When everyone around heard the poem recited by Lu Na, they looked at each other in surprise. The originally frivolous and joking expressions were replaced by astonishment.
"Wonderful, wonderful. The flowers are not flowers, and the mist is not mist. It comes in the middle of the night and goes in the morning. It comes like a spring dream for a long time, and goes like a morning cloud with nowhere to find. Well, the more I read it, the more meaningful it becomes and the aftertaste is long. It lasts a long time.
I have never read such a good poem." Lu Na patted the table and gave his evaluation.
"It's more than good? It's simply wonderful. My ancestor said, I... I'm almost ready to cry." Zheng Min said with a trembling voice.
Lu Na nodded slightly. He understood Zheng Min's mood, and he felt the same.
This poem seems simple, but it is mysterious and hard to describe. Although the text is simple, the meaning is profound. A few sentences, calmly and implicitly, can make people feel many complicated emotions. Although it does not seem to say clearly what is written.
, just expresses a hazy feeling. But this feeling seems to contain a lot of content.
It seems to say that life is like a dream, and time is short and sentimental, and it seems to be remembering something, commemorating something, regretting something, and reminiscing about something. It seems to be saying parting, it seems to be love, and it seems to be life and death. In short, it is complicated and difficult to describe.
The celebrities of the Jin Dynasty were living in troubled times, and they were originally a group of sensitive people. The world was in chaos, and everyone had a sense of precariousness and survival. Therefore, they paid more attention to personal feelings and thoughts about life and death. That's why they would rather talk about it.
Xuanxu learning without paying attention to reality is actually a kind of escape mentality that is unable to change the troubled times.
For this type of poetry, it can penetrate his heart and arouse resonance. The poem "Flowers Are Not Flowers" selected by Li Hui can be said to hit the target.
Everyone gathered around to read this poem, and everyone praised it. These people are not ordinary people. Those who can participate in the Zhongzheng review are all knowledgeable people, and they naturally know the stuff.
"Fu Jun, this character is written well. But I don't seem to know who I studied under. It's not Wang Youjun's calligraphy, nor is it Xie Anshi's calligraphy." Someone said in a deep voice.
Lu Na and others were originally attracted by this poem and did not pay attention to the calligraphy. After hearing what this person said, everyone started to look at the calligraphy carefully and suddenly found it strange.
There are many great calligraphers in the world, and Wang Xizhi of the Wang family of Langya is the most respected calligrapher. His descendants are also great calligraphers. The calligraphy of Xie An of the Xie family of Chenjun also has its own school. Those who study calligraphy at that time are all called
Wang Xie is a master of calligraphy. But the calligraphy written by the young man in front of him is different.
At first I don't think there's anything good about it, as the writing style seems a little childish and unfamiliar. But if you look closely at the font style, there's something else.
"Although the writing of this character is childish, the font is strong and independent, quite majestic, with a sharp and square degree, and seems to have bones. It is indeed not Wang Xie's font, which is refreshing. Xu Zhi, what do you think?" Lu Na?
Said in a deep voice.
Lu Na is also a famous calligrapher. If he can give such an evaluation, it is quite authoritative.
"The font is light horizontally and heavy vertically. Although it is a little restrained, it is strong and powerful, just like a sword. Wang Youjun's calligraphy is elegant and elegant, with flowing clouds and flowing water. There is a big difference between the two. But they look equally magnanimous. Although they have many shortcomings
, But this may have something to do with age and experience, after all, he is only seventeen years old. But given time, his writing skills are pure, and if he uses his strengths and avoids weaknesses, he may become a great master of the generation." Another old man said in a deep voice.
This person is Meng Xu, a master of calligraphy in Wuzhong, and his comments also carry great weight.
Listening to the comments of these two people, Li Hui breathed a sigh of relief. The reason why he can still use calligraphy is thanks to his parents in later generations, who were forced to learn calligraphy when he was a child. Although he was very reluctant at the time
, but still persevered and perfected one stroke of calligraphy.
I was studying Yan style at the time. The calligraphy teacher said that Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy was indeed very different from Wang Xizhi's. To a certain extent, he got rid of the shackles of everyone studying Wang Xizhi's calligraphy before him and got rid of Wang Xizhi's influence.
, created a unique school of calligraphy. This is rare.
The teacher also said that Yan Zhenqing was a loyal minister. During the An-Shi Rebellion, he led his army to fight against the rebels. He was loyal to the court and remained unchanged until death, and finally died heroically for his country.
Li Hui didn't know much about this at the time. He just felt that Yan Zhenqing was a loyal minister. It was admirable that a scholar could have such loyalty and serve the country. So he chose to learn Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy at that time.
From childhood to adulthood, I have studied for more than ten years. Although I cannot say that I have learned the essence, I have indeed learned a little and a half. Li Hui believes that it is what I have learned this little and a half that is the reason why I am recognized today.
In the eyes of these experts, the subtleties of Yan style calligraphy can be seen.
Everyone marveled, commented endlessly on the poems and calligraphy, and admired this seventeen-year-old boy with admiration. However, doubts soon arose in their minds, and they felt that this matter was somewhat unreal.
It may be possible for a young man from a poor family to write a good calligraphy, but the poem he wrote is so exquisite, I am afraid there is something fishy in it. This poem does not suit his status and age.
In the past Zhongzheng reviews, some people used other people's poems to pass them off as their own, and used deception to gain recognition for their talent and scholarship. This is not uncommon.
Lu Na also had such doubts, so he pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "Little Master Li Hui, this poem of yours is very wonderful, and your calligraphy is also very amazing. I am really amazed by the person recommended by Qianzhi.
Gao Kuang, I am very happy."
"Thank you, Mr. Fu. I don't dare to take such praise seriously. But I just hope I didn't embarrass Dong Weng, so I'm satisfied." Li Hui said.
Lu Na stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Of course I didn't embarrass your boss, but I made him look bad. However... the talent evaluation of Zhongzheng requires you to compose poems in class, and I will appoint the poem title.
Although your poem is exquisite and I like it very much. But if you want to use it as a basis for evaluation, you still have to specify a title for the poem. It’s all because I didn’t explain it clearly before. What do you think? If you don’t want to
, I won’t force it either.”
Li Hui naturally understood that Lu Na was suspicious and wanted to test whether he had plagiarized other people's poems. If he were himself, he would also be suspicious. However, Li Hui did not have that ability to write poems based on propositions. The ancient poems he knew in his heart were not
It's a small amount, but it may not be suitable for use. If you agree, it won't be a secret.
For a moment, Li Hui hesitated.
Lu Na chuckled, with a look of surprise on his face. He seemed to be saying that it was indeed a plagiarized poem, and it could not escape his own eyes. The rest of the people also had strange expressions on their faces, it turned out that this young man had falsified it after all. I am afraid that this poem was a plagiarism.
It's not something he can write.
Li Hui saw this, and his stubborn heart suddenly rose. He thought to himself: It's okay to make a fool of yourself in the worst case, but you can't just give in. At least you can just come up with another song.
"Please Mr. Lu, please come up with a question and give it a try."
Lu Na looked surprised and nodded: "Okay, I will give you a question. Well, what should I give you?"
Lu Na's eyes wandered, looking around, and he caught a glimpse of a field of chrysanthemums outside the back door of the lobby. It was mid-September, the season when chrysanthemums were in full bloom. The chrysanthemums under a wall outside the back door of the lobby were in full bloom, and the fragrance was fragrant and pleasing to the eye.
"Let's just use chrysanthemum as the title. It's not too difficult for you. Just have chrysanthemums in the poem." Lu Na said.
Indeed, it is very common to use chrysanthemum as the title, and it is not considered to be unconventional and difficult. As long as there are chrysanthemums in the poem, the difficulty is obviously not high. Lu Na also had no intention of deliberately making things difficult for Li Hui.
Li Hui was secretly happy. He knew a lot of poems about chrysanthemums. After thinking about it, at least five or six classic poems came to mind. However, he felt that these poems were not suitable because they did not fit in with the poems of the Jin Dynasty.
The writing style is more abrupt and difficult to be recognized.
Li Hui frowned and thought, and suddenly remembered a poem, which was Tao Yuanming's poem about chrysanthemums. But he felt uneasy in his heart. Tao Yuanming was from the Eastern Jin Dynasty and lived in this period. He didn't know it.
At this moment, has his poem been written or circulated? If it had become widely known, wouldn't he have made a huge embarrassment? He had blatantly plagiarized contemporary poetry and was caught doing it?
Li Hui carefully recalled the introduction to Tao Yuanming's experience when he was studying. He vaguely remembered that Tao Yuanming first became an official and then retired. It was only after he retired that he wrote the series of poems about returning to the garden and living in the fields and the series of poems about drinking. In other words, Tao Yuanming wrote these poems in his later years.
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At this moment, there are still about forty years left before the fall of the Jin Dynasty in history. According to time calculation, Tao Yuanming at this moment should be a boy or a young adult. He should not have retired to seclusion at this time, that is to say, he has not yet written those poems.
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Li Hui's mind quickly changed and he came to a conclusion after some analysis and recollection.
"Little Mr. Li Hui, there is a time limit for composing poems in class, but you can't think about it for too long. We can't accompany you." Zheng Min's voice sounded.
Because of the subtlety of Hua Feihua's poem, although he reminded and urged, he spoke politely.
Li Hui stroked his palm and said, "I already have it."
"Oh?" Everyone looked at Li Hui.
Li Hui nodded and said, "You're showing off your ugliness."
"Paper and pen service!" Zheng Min shouted.
Everyone at the table quickly moved aside, and the clerk spread out yellow paper and flattened it with stone strips. Li Hui dipped his pen in ink and wrote the next poem in Yan style under the gaze of everyone.
The poem says:
The hut is in a human environment, and there is no noise of carriages and horses.
I ask you, how can you do this? Your mind is far away and you are biased.
Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see Nanshan Mountain.
The mountain air is getting better day by day and the birds are flying back and forth.
There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it.
As Li Hui wrote, the people on the side followed his movement of the brush and read word for word. When Li Hui finished writing the last word and stopped writing, the people around him were silent and showed admiration and approval.
Li Hui felt a stone fall in his heart. He knew that the poem was written correctly and there was no copyright issue. Moreover, such a poem was just right for their taste.