The thirteenth chapter: Wing Hong Mei Yi, Lao Ming's Ambition, Collection of Tang Poems
After Wu Ciyou finished speaking, he poured out three bowls of wine from the jar, took one bowl across the table and said, "Please drink slowly from this bowl of 'Number One Scholar Wine'. Wu Ciyou will also come and join in a poem - it's a limerick -
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Ten geese, a hundred geese,
Thousands of geese, ten thousand geese...
The few people at the banquet never expected that one of them would be Cheng Yaojin. When they saw the scholar strolling in with a drink and chanting loudly, they couldn't help but look at each other. Listening to him chanting snow like this, Li Guangdi couldn't help but turn away and cover his mouth with a smile.
However, Uncle Wang Yu and Huang Zongxi heard something elegant in it. They stood up to give up their seats to Wu Ciyou and Li Yuliang, and listened carefully as he continued to sing:
Billions of geese are crossing the Milky Way,
The sky is covered with low clouds!
The Queen Mother cannot bear the turbid color of the water,
He angrily ordered Tianding to arrest him.
Broken feathers are falling down the mountain one after another.
The right army threw his pen and was shocked,
Yi Ya holds firewood and cooks treasures.
Invite us to have a drink together with food and wine,
White plum blossoms are everywhere singing clear songs!
After chanting, he laughed loudly. The six people couldn't help but look at each other, but Li Yuliang pursed his lips and smiled. After a long time, Huang Zongxifang asked: "Wu Ciyou--well, judging from your accent, are you from Yangzhou?"
"Mr. Huang," Wu Ciyou stopped smiling, "Wu Zhisun is my father, don't you know?"
Huang Zongxi was immediately shocked and said: "It turns out he is the son of Mr. Wu Lao Xiangguo!" After saying that, he turned to Uncle Wang Yu and said: "Uncle Yu, this is the second son of Mr. Zhixun. Unexpectedly, we met here." After saying that, they got together.
Ciyou introduced the people in the audience one by one, and everyone bowed their hands in greeting. When it was Li Guangdi's turn, he did not dare to accept Wu Ciyou's gift. He turned over and knelt on the ground and said, "I have known your name for a long time, but I didn't expect that we are so destined!"
Wu Ciyou hurriedly picked it up and said, "How did you get this great gift?" Du Ne laughed and said, "That's exactly what he should be like. Maybe you don't know that he was received by your old man, Mr. Zhixun, when he traveled to Fujian.
Excellent student!" When Wu Ciyou heard what he said, he returned the courtesy with a smile and said: "There are so many seniors gathered in the Yingfeng Pavilion in Xiao Anqing all of a sudden. They are well-educated and Confucian, and being born late has disturbed your happiness!" He said.
Yuliang said: "We'd better sit down and listen quietly to the elegant sounds of your generous words."
Yu Liang held the wine bowl and said nothing, but he was observing the middle-aged man under the east window attentively. He was dipping his hand in wine and writing something on the table. Wu Ciyou smiled, turned away everyone, and said with a smile:
"This gentleman sits alone and writes poems. It's very elegant. But it's hard to drink wine. Why don't we come over and sit together?" Yuliang said with a smile: "Look at it, you don't look like a pen maker, you look like a kid.
Knife-handled one—what’s your name?”
"Brother, you have such a good eye." The middle-aged man said with a smile, "I am originally a warrior. I listened to the good poems of the few just now, so I scribbled them down to write them down - my name is Huangfu Baozhu." After saying that, he
He stood up and returned the courtesy to Wu Ciyou, and then bowed to Li Yuliang. Li Yuliang held his hands up and suddenly felt a heavy pressure, knowing that he was a good player in the world.
"You can't be called 'late-born' now!" After everyone took their seats, Huang Zongxi half-leaned on the back of the chair and said to Wu Ciyou with a half-smile, "I heard that you have become the emperor's master. I'm afraid you are here for a small visit.
?”
Wu Ciyou knew that this Huang Zongxi was as talented as the sea but had an eccentric temperament. He was modest on the outside and arrogant on the inside. He was the most prestigious among these people. Listening to the poem he just recited, "Strengthening the color and waiting for the east wind", it seems that he has a strong influence on the literati's tendency towards fame.
With a sarcastic tone, he said with a smile: "I am no longer an official, and I have never really been an official for a day. I don't really care about living with eight seats or not. But since Mr. Cheng asked me, I can tell you the truth.
Tell me, since I have been an imperial teacher, I have fallen into disgrace and become a beggar and a singer, and I will never ruin the career of my student Long Er."
"Okay!" Uncle Wang Yu saw that Huang Zongxi couldn't help scanning Wu Ciyou, so he hurriedly smoothed things over and said with a smile, "But since he is not an official, he is just like us at this time, and we are both idle clouds and wild cranes. There is no need to worry about the court. Today is Huang Taichong's fortieth
It’s better to recite poems to celebrate your birthday!”
Wu Ciyou looked around and saw the ready-made Four Treasures of the Study placed on a cabinet. He laughed and said: "Since it is his birthday, I have no etiquette to respect. I wrote two poems to dedicate to Mr. Huang. May he live as long as Nanshan!" After that, he left.
In the past, Yuliang also came over to help him lay out the paper. Wu Ciyou had a pen in his hand, and he wrote quickly with great energy. When everyone looked at it, the first poem was:
Poetry of Eight Mountains and Verdant Greens—Visiting Banshan Temple in Suzhou
mountains
far away
Mountain light and mid-mountain
Yingbaixintang
Thousands of joys return to the mountain peaks
Forget about the past
The mountains are close to Sucheng and the pavilions surround the mountains.
Temple, old title, village garden, Langyi
Practice of painting on the bamboo Zen couch in the village
Silk New Drunk Song Yulangcang
Another question is:
Poems about Baoshan Mountain—Visit to Lingguang Temple in Xishan Mountain
mountains
Supernatural
There are mountains next to mountains
The Four Gods After Choosing
Mountain tour in piedmont season
Visiting all over the capital is the end of spring
The scenery of wild mountains outside the mountains reflects the mountains
When people come to Mushan Mountain, their eyes shine on the mountain
The reason for happiness is to return light like a mirror
I really want to be greedy but not follow the world.
Yuliang and Baozhu were both dumbfounded. After reading for a long time, they couldn't read. When they were about to ask how to read, they heard Li Guangdi reciting in a low voice:
"Poetry of Eight Mountains and Verdant Greens - Visiting Suzhou Banshan Temple": The mountains are far away from the mountain pond, and the joy of returning to the mountains has been forgotten; the pavilions surround the mountains and doubtful Langyuan, and the paintings in the villages are like the waves. The fishermen's songs are intoxicating with the new silk and bamboo, and the Zen couches stay
The inscription is on an old temple; the mountain is three or four miles away from Suzhou City, and the hundreds of peaks reflect the light of the mountain.
"Poem of Green Mountains in Baoshan—Visit to Lingguang Temple in Xishan Mountain": The mountains are magical and have mountain gods. Traveling to the mountains in all seasons is full of spring; the colors of the mountains reflect the mountains, and the mountains shine in the eyes, and the light of the mountains is carried with you like a mirror. Do not be greedy for the secular world and seek true happiness, because
This is a person who returns to the mountains and admires his true love; he visits all the mountains and wild mountains, and he chooses his neighbors in the mountains in front of the mountains and behind them.”
After reading, Li Guangdi laughed loudly and said: "What a poem, what a poem!" Wang Yushu laughed and said: "This word "Ci You" is actually stronger than that of the naive old man. This character, this momentum, this charm, I've probably seen it before.
Post by Youjun in the Qingmi Hall - Taichong, I have such a beautiful painting for my 40th birthday, it is very precious!"
Huang Zongxi carefully picked up the paper dripping with ink and looked at it carefully, and his eyes shone with light. Wu Ciyou was the emperor's master and did not become an official, which was very suitable for him. And he complimented himself so much that he unknowingly became more fond of Wu Ciyou. While reading,
While praising him repeatedly: "Okay, okay! I'll accept it! Nothing in return, just a glass of wine. Mr. Ciyou invites you!" In an instant, Wu Ciyou was elevated to the status of "sir" in his eyes. Of course Wu Ciyou was very happy and took the cup.
He drank it all in one gulp, lit up the bottom of the cup, sat back and said with a smile: "Why don't we write a poem to celebrate my birthday?"
"I'm impatient to search here anymore," Du Na rolled up his sleeves and said, "Why don't we collect couplets of Tang poetry!" Pu Tingshen also said with a smile: "Since it is a birthday celebration, the collection of Tang poetry should also have a title, which is called 'Not Confused and Memoirs'
How about it?" Shi Runzhang held up his palms and said with a smile: "Wonderful!"
"Kangxi was quite discerning and found such a good master," Huangfu Baozhu thought to himself, "How could Wu Sangui find such talent and style?" But he said, "Today we are blessed with good ears and eyes.
, I’m afraid Mr. Yuliang and I can only sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight." After saying that, he looked at Yuliang, who was looking at Wu Ciyou thoughtfully.
Huang Zongxi did his part and chanted first:
Forty is unknown and lazy,
Uncle Wang Yu laughed and said: "Old Huang knows how to pick ready-made products, just like Dai Shulun expresses his feelings for Old Huang." He then chanted:
Life is still as poor as before.
Who can Ruan Ji have a broad mind?
Shi Runzhang hurriedly answered:
But I am afraid that idle people are noble people.
When I think about the fleeting years, everything is shocking,
"This is forcing people to change the rhyme." Pu Ting said with a smile, "It suits my current situation." He continued:
The green robe has now misled Confucian scholars.
When times are difficult, where can I retaliate?
If you are humble, you will be ashamed to ask your name.
Bo has articles to pass down to his descendants,
Huang Zongxi couldn't help laughing: "A poem made Lao Pu full of complaints. Wouldn't he hate his life after hearing the article? The better he writes, the more unlucky he will be?" He continued with a smile:
There is no written letter to reply to the minister.
A strong heart secretly sings loudly,
Dune stepped in and chanted:
Four or five new stems have been added to the white hair.
Where can I go to see the capital?
Wu Ciyou continued:
Several times I was struck by the wind and my thoughts were far away.
Sick and laborious, a glimpse of sanctification,
Huang Zongxi shook his head and sighed secretly: "After all, different identities have different temperaments. I still borrow my feelings from the ancients -"
No talent dares to waste time.
Who misses the wasted crown?
"If you seek benevolence and gain benevolence, why should you feel sorry for yourself?" Wang Yushu said to Huang Zongxi with a smile, "Don't be too self-suffering. If you don't care about fame and fame, and have no interest in profit, you can solve your worries by yourself——"
Lonely haze only knows itself!
If you don’t understand how to make a living, you can only understand how to chant.
A poem written on a banana leaf.
Wu Ciyou finally felt that his style was too decadent, and he secretly had an idea in his mind. He took a glass of wine from Yuliang's hand and drank it. He said with a smile: "Wan Sheng wants to compete in the ring today. You guys will take a break. Guangdi, Ting and I will
Let’s fight it out between the two gods!” As he spoke, Man Sheng chanted:
The envoy also sent a message of thanks to Linchuan,
Xinbu's secluded place is self-contained.
Bottles full of cold brew, shelves full of books,
Pu Ting Shen was lowering his head to think, while Li Guangdi had raised his head to challenge:
Green poplars are like hair and willows are like smoke.
It is necessary to have fun by studying physics carefully.
"I feel like my life has a different fate!" Wu Ciyou chanted:
May I ask who is similar to Xing Zang?
Pu Tingshen turned his face and saw Li Guangdi saying something else, and hurriedly rushed forward and said:
Poet, talented man and restaurant fairy!
"Okay!" Wu Ciyou didn't allow him to say anything, and suddenly said again:
The verses on the wall stirred the wind and thunder,
"The cold pines outside the door are covered with green moss!" God Puting was unwilling to lag behind and said with a smile:
I have been writing books behind closed doors for many years,
"The family lives in the balcony all day long!" Li Guangdi was in high spirits. Seeing that Wu Ciyou was trying to take the lead again, he hurriedly said, "Master of the arena, wait a minute -"
Strange flowers and plants can be clearly seen,
Wu Ciyou didn't dare to neglect and hurriedly smiled and said:
The bead foil silver screen spreads out.
At this point the poetry should go further,
I don’t know where I was born in Penglai.
The moonlight and the sound of the river share the same floor,
"I'm a bit tired of perfunctory work," Li Guangdi said with a smile, "I have to take a turn -"
There are also Dan Qiu in the human world.
Write the music score on the flat wind mat,
"Get drunk and break flower branches to use as wine chips!" Wu Ciyou said anxiously:
The old business has been wiped out with the battle,
Pu Tingshen was startled and said: "How did it happen? Our poems at the moment seem to be overturning the verdict! I don't want to-"
The smoke and waves do not dwell on the sorrow of the past and the present.
Do not hunch your poetic shoulders towards the top of the building,
It is not easy to find a close friend.
A hundred years of life experience are full of sorrow,
"I heard it now," Li Guangdi also said with a smile, "Brother Shi is really powerful, I will help Brother Pu again——"
When Xiang Xiu returned, his parents were few and far between.
He did not repay Guo Pu with any money.
At this point, the tone of the poem became desolate again. Everyone upstairs focused their attention on Wu Ciyou to see how he could get it back. Wu Ciyou pondered for a moment, then suddenly laughed and said: You two are not ordinary people. It's a pity that the world has been decided, so we will continue again.
It doesn’t matter if I pile up some melancholy words and phrases, not to mention I still have the colored pen in my hand, I’m afraid you’ll run out of money to do it——”
But he sent a distant letter to Yuan Si.
I have been trying to resist for three thousand years,
Poems from seven families spread across two places.
I have been taught to remember by the autumn wind,
The chanting stopped abruptly, and he turned to Huang Zongxi and smiled: "I think it's good for you to accept this account. You started it, and it's up to you to finish it off. I have tried my best to overturn the case for you, and it must be miserable."
There is nothing I can do about my fortieth birthday." He poured himself a drink.
Huang Zongxi lowered his head and thought for a long time. The poem had reached this point. It would be too far-fetched to use romance and other prevarications. The sadness, desolation, and sorrow ahead were all there. If he repeated it, he would lose his identity. After a long time, he could only laugh and said: "Second friend, please use your heart."
You are the one who truly belongs to good people, forcing people to be arrogant. I can't find the right one for this last sentence - whatever, I'll leave it to you!"
Take your book and sword to the end of the world!
It is indeed a perfect way to end the whole article with this sentence. But the nine people in the windward west pavilion all knew in their hearts that Wu Ciyou had unknowingly gained the upper hand in this battle of Tang poetry collections.
"It came gradually, but it penetrated deeply - I had to follow your whip." Wang Yushu seemed to be very emotional, "What a master of reversing the case! No wonder Mr. Zhixun often praises the second young master. The emperor chose you to be his master,
You are really discerning. Now that you are placed in the arena, this far-sightedness is worth revealing. Come and give you a toast!" (To be continued)