"The writing is gentle and the paper is gentle, and the craftsmanship is perfect."
On the sixth pass, Bai Gui carried it all the way from heaven and earth to this place in one breath.
This was the part that Xu Xiucai had just recited to him. When he recited it, the words were clear and sonorous.
As for the latter part, Xu Xiucai has not explained it yet, nor has he dabbled in it without authorization.
Xu Xiucai was sitting on the other side of the long bench, holding a ruler made of rattan in his hand. He squinted his eyes and savored it carefully. He found that every word was correct. What surprised him even more was that Bai Gui had some quite standard rules.
Mandarin.
He didn't think much about the accent.
He has always used Mandarin to teach, and when he recited to Bai Gui just now, he also used Mandarin.
Xu Xiucai placed the ruler heavily on his left hand, raised his sore elbow, stood up and walked away lightly. When he was five or six steps away from Bai Gui, he turned back and said seriously: "My memory is good, I will be my teacher today."
I have explained to you the first half of the Thousand-Character Essay. You must know that one leap cannot take ten steps...that is to say, you cannot look high and far away, and you should be down to earth step by step. Don't look at the second half yet. First, read the first half of the words.
Once you understand each one clearly and memorize it, then look at the second half."
No matter how good your memory is, it will be useless if you cannot keep your feet on the ground!
If it is small, it may not be better if it is big.
I just hope that I don’t become the Shang Zhongyong described by Wang Jinggong. This would be a dereliction of duty on his part as a gentleman.
Xu Xiucai had a cold face and coughed lightly, "In five days, I will take a dictation test on you."
When he left, he took every step with a smile on his face. When he saw Meng Tong slacking off along the way, he scolded him in a low voice with a cold face,
But with his back to Bai Gui, Bai Gui didn't see anything clearly.
The Lu brothers and Lu Zhaoqian, who were observing Bai Gui's actions, all looked at him with wide eyes and some surprise.
"It makes no sense, it's impossible!"
"It took me nine days to memorize this thousand-character text, and then I memorized it all..."
Lu Zhaopeng murmured to himself.
Although the Thousand-Character Classic has only a thousand characters, it is extremely difficult for beginners. It would be impossible to memorize it from scratch without a few days of effort.
But what about Baigui?
How long did it take? Less than a quarter of an hour.
"Ha! You really believe that he is a child prodigy." Lu Zhaoqian seemed to have thought of something. He sneered, pointed out the window and said: "This thousand-character essay is the first book used for enlightenment in our school. On weekdays,
Everyone in the school is reciting, Bai Gui has been wandering outside the school a few days ago, heard this, and then memorized it, so this time."
Outside the window, more than twenty steps away, is the street where the ancestral hall is located, and occasionally birds fall down.
At the door, a child cleared an open space, set up a bamboo dustpan with branches, and scattered some scattered corn grains.
Lu Zhaoqian's explanation is reasonable.
Many people did see Bai Gui lingering at the entrance of the ancestral hall in the past few days. Not many, but they could be seen occasionally.
Lu Zhaoqian, who was facing the window, saw that it was normal.
"Hei Wa, you are right." Lu Zhaopeng nodded, but before Lu Zhaoqian became happy, he changed the subject again, "But even so, Brother Gui is so powerful that he can be heard outside the school.
You and I recite it and write it down, that’s what’s great.”
Lu Zhaoqian's face froze. He looked at the thousand-character essay on the desk. No matter how he read it, he felt a little awkward.
He can now memorize a thousand-character essay completely, but it took him a full month.
The rest of the time, he has to study a thousand characters of this thousand-character text. Until now, he has not understood it thoroughly, so Xu Xiucai did not let him study the Four Books, although he taught other elementary textbooks, such as "Disciples' Regulations" and "Three Character Classic"
, but until now, I haven’t been able to put down the Thousand-Character Essay, and I’m still in the elementary school stage.
"Brother Gui, don't take it to heart, Hei Wa also means well..."
Lu Zhaopeng was about to comfort Bai Gui, but no matter how he thought about it, he felt that Lu Zhaoqian's words were a bit jealous. To be honest, he was also a little jealous of Bai Gui's good memory. No one who studies seriously is not jealous of people with good memories.
But jealousy is one thing, expressing it externally is another.
Although his friendship with Bai Gui has faded since he went to a private school, in general, he is considered a member of his own family and has no reason to turn his arms outward.
"Yes, young master."
Bai Gui nodded and said nothing more.
Although he didn't take this matter to heart, he didn't say any words of understanding.
He took out the black painted wooden board he had prepared in advance and a gourd of water from his school bag.
Water poured into the inkstone.
Dip the brush in water.
"The sky and the earth are dark and yellow..." Bai Gui was about to use the brush to write, but in vain he remembered that he did not "know" how to use the brush, and he couldn't say he couldn't. The brush calligraphy he had practiced for a period of time in his previous life was an extracurricular interest assigned by the primary school teacher, but he just persisted.
I gave up after a week.
In my previous life, my calligraphy was of little use, and all I could write was hard-pen calligraphy.
So I just let it be.
But writing calligraphy is different. If you learn calligraphy by yourself and you don't know how to hold the pen and how to use the force, others may look at the words you write and think they are acceptable. But in the eyes of everyone, they are full of mistakes and omissions, which is just a joke.
Bai Gui paused and placed the brush on the inkstone.
Then he pulled up a long bench and walked slowly and softly to Xu Xiucai, who was checking Zhou Yuan's learning progress. He didn't say a word, waiting for Xu Xiucai to patiently explain the Analects to Zhou Yuan.
"'The Master said to Nan Rong, if the country has the Way, it will not be abolished; if the country does not have the Way, it will not be punished and killed. He will marry his brother's son.' This sentence is the sage's evaluation of Nan Rong. If the country has the Way, he will not be punished.
He can be an official. If the country is immoral, he can be exempted from punishment by his own kindness."
Xu Xiucai noticed Bai Gui beside him from the corner of his eye. He pretended not to know and continued to explain the meaning of the scriptures to Zhou Yuan. "Zhu Zi explained Nan Rong in the "Four Books": 'Nan Rong, a disciple of Confucius.
, lives in Nangong. His name is Sui, also known as Shi, his courtesy name is Zirong, his posthumous title is Jingshu. He is also the brother of Meng Yizi.'"
"What is meant by 'a state has virtue'? Zhuzi said: 'If words are not discarded, they will be put to use.'"
"Why did Confucius comment so much on Nan Rong? Zhu Zi said: 'Because he was careful in his words and deeds, he was able to govern the dynasty and avoid disasters in troubled times.'"
"Nan Rong also said in Chapter 6 of Chapter 11 of The Analects, 'Nan Rong returned to Bai Gui three times, and Confucius married him with his brother's son.'"
""Mao Shi Daya Yi Pian" mentions: 'Bai Gui's stains can still be polished off. This means that if Bai Gui's stains are stained, they cannot be done.' It means that if Bai Gui has flaws, it can be polished off.
But if your words are stained and you say the wrong thing, you can never do it again."
Xu Xiucai explained slowly, citing scriptures to explain this passage clearly.
Bai Gui secretly admired what he heard. He saw clearly that although Xu Xiucai paused for a moment, he continued talking without any stage fright or forgetfulness.
