Chapter 316: The Character of Jintai, the Leader of the Poetry Club
This word!?
Zhou Zhuoming was shocked when he saw Jia Lan's words.
From the Ming Dynasty to the present dynasty, calligraphy has been in various forms, and a number of masters have emerged who inherit the past and link the future. Especially in seal script, official script and stele calligraphy, they are the peak in the history of calligraphy.
For example, during the Taizong period, Zhu Li entered the Imperial Academy with calligraphy. His calligraphy was eclectic, including Wei stele, Jie He inscription, and even Huang Tingjian. It shows how difficult it is to integrate such complex schools into one.
Zhu Li has a famous saying: "One vertical line says I am Yan Ye, Liu Ye; one horizontal line says I Su Ye, Mi Ye." This sentence tells the context of calligraphy, that is, the more ancient the work, the purer the gene.
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Seeing Jia Lan's writing today, Zhou Zhuoming's most intuitive feeling is purity.
Simplicity and nature, this is the ultimate beauty, and this is the impression Jialan's calligraphy gave him.
I can’t describe what it feels like, but it feels comfortable and pleasing to the eye, as if I’m tasting an unknown delicacy and feeling the ultimate freshness.
Seeing the reactions of the scholars, Kong Jirui and Li Xuanzhu looked at each other and smiled. They had been immersed in calligraphy for a long time, and unlike young people, they could more or less see something.
Jialan's calligraphy is based on real script, that is, official script, and gradually integrates other schools.
Jia Lan has the foundation of Han Li and the spirit of Wei Bei, but unlike Zhu Li, who blindly pursues eclecticism, Jialan is his own school. Although his pen and ink are ancient, they are full of lively vitality, giving people a refreshing feeling.
It’s something you never tire of watching.
Zhou Zhuoming was silent for a long time. After a long time, he breathed a long sigh of relief and cupped his hands towards Jia Lan: "What Master said is true. Jie Yuanlang's calligraphy alone will make him a member of the Imperial Academy."
After saying this, he cheered up and stood tall, waiting for the masters' comments on his poems.
Jia Lan looked at the other party and nodded secretly. These words were gentle but strong, and he only admitted that his calligraphy was not as good as his own, which meant that he may not be inferior to him in knowledge. Such a tenacious character is indeed worthy of praise.
The masters nodded their heads one after another after reading everyone's poems.
"I have read all your works. You are indeed a talented person, and your academic and literary talents are remarkable. If you want to tell the difference, I am afraid it will be difficult to make a conclusion at the moment. It would be better..." Kong Jirui smiled: "
Let the scholars comment on each other?"
Yan Shenggong's words surprised everyone, but if you think about it carefully, it seems a bit natural. Appreciation is also a kind of ability. Sometimes people who are good at appreciating and people who are good at calligraphy are often a unified whole.
"Read it over and over again, and understand the realistic scenes in Yuanlang's sentences. If you can travel by the moon, the grand scene of the city can be vividly remembered, this is a good article!"
All the scholars gathered in a circle, and after reading their respective works one by one, Zhou Zhuoming was the first to speak. Obviously, his prestige in Jingu Academy was not low, and even Bao Wenfeng, who was famous for his poetry, was willing to submit to him.
Jia Lan said modestly: "Where, the words of Jingu people are sparkling, and they can be learned after a long time. Brother Bao said, 'You should pity Huanshashi, and after drinking, the moon will shine on the solitary person.' He uses the scene to enter the emotion, and the true feelings are expressed first and then suppressed, which is touching.
And Brother Zhou's "The flowing clouds are shining at your discretion, you might as well drink up the red face." It also directly describes the love affairs, the words are gorgeous, and the emotions are naturally revealed."
Jia Lan briefly commented on everyone's poems, not missing any of them.
As the saying goes, wearing a high hat when meeting everyone is enough to make people friendly. This is a habit that Jia Lan has developed over the years.
Perhaps at first this kind of rhetoric was meant to be flattering, but Jialan has always believed that a person always has his or her shining points, and one should not look at people with a critical eye.
What he said was to the point, without any flattery. He not only pointed out the advantages, but also made people feel regretful. When everyone heard it, they all smiled and said yes.
Meng Ruxin was sitting behind Kong Jirui, the chief minister. She heard Jia Lan's words clearly and her eyes widened in surprise: "This Jie Yuanlang is so weird. He doesn't look like a boy at all. He talks like Grandpa Kong."
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Kong Wenqin coughed lightly.
Duke Yansheng Kong Jirui smiled cheerfully and joked a few words to Li Xuanzhu next to him: "Old slippery man, look at the disciples you taught, they all look like you."
Li Xuanzhu said disapprovingly: "A gentleman is respectful to his ministers and loyal to others. This is his conscience."
Kong Jirui smiled dumbly and scolded: "You come here to talk to me about what you are trying to learn. I don't know your details. You are not a follower of Mr. Yangming at all."
"I am indeed not..." Li Xuan smiled mysteriously.
"Mr. Tiantai means..." Kong Wenqin was slightly surprised, "Is Jia Jieyuan a follower of Yangming's philosophy of mind?"
Li Xuanzhu shook his head slightly: "I don't know, you have to ask him about this, but..." After a pause, he added: "I guess even he doesn't know."
"I don't know, I don't know." Kong Jirui smiled heartily, "This guy is really a wonderful person!"
The scholars are still arguing endlessly.
Zhou Zhuoming and others believed that Jia Lan's poems were more excellent, but Jia Lan refused, insisting that his poems were mediocre and he did not dare to be ranked first.
Bao Wenfeng said: "Jia Jieyuan does not need to be too modest. If we talk about poems, it is indeed difficult to distinguish between superior and inferior poems as Jie Yuanlang said. But sometimes poems are not just poems, but calligraphy is also very important. For example, in "Preface to the Lanting Collection", Wang Youjun wrote
The "best running script in the world" adds a lot of color to it. Looking at Jia Jieyuan's poems, it has this meaning."
"Exactly."
"With this kind of magnanimity alone, Jingu students really deserve their reputation." Li Xuanzhu looked at this scene and couldn't help but sigh, "I have witnessed today that he is humble in his heart and magnanimous in his capacity."
Meng Ruxin felt a little uncomfortable when she saw Kong Wenqin looking at Bao Wenfeng with concentration and admiration.
Bao Wenfeng was handsome, suave, and famous for his poetry. He passed the imperial examination at the age of twenty-four. He was a famous talent in Jingu Academy and even in Shenjing. What is even more striking is that he was the successor of Jingkang after the famous minister Bao Zheng of the Northern Song Dynasty. The Luan tribe moved from Hefei, Luzhou to Jurong, and then to Xishun Township in Jiangyin. The seventh generation, Sun Tianlin, entered the Yuan Dynasty and did not serve as an official. He lived in seclusion and wrote books here. The people in the city called his hometown Wenlin.
Therefore, Bao Wenfeng is also known as "Wenlin Talented Scholar".
However, Meng Ruxin just didn't like him, and had a vague feeling that this person was not as cool as he appeared.
Everyone recommended him again and again, but Jialan could not shirk him again and again.
So as soon as the gong sounded, everyone's poems were read out by a dedicated person in front of Fufeng Hall.
In the Xiuzhu Pavilion, Changbai listened to Jia Lan's poems, a smile appeared on his lips, and he clapped his hands happily.
Among the three orchids in the Sheng family, in terms of poetic talent, Mo Lan is the best. After listening to a series of poems, little stars were already shining in her eyes. She looked at the two sisters next to her slightly, curled her mouth and raised her voice. After commenting on poems including Jia Lan’s, I received a lot of admiring glances, and some even asked directly where the girl was from.
It has to be said that Mo Lan is really talented and talented. Although Chang Bai doesn't like his sister's public appearance, he has to silently agree.
Looking at Mo Lan who was in the limelight, Ru Lan puffed out her mouth in frustration. Finally, she looked at Ming Lan beside her and stretched out her hand to poke her.
The big bright blue eyes looked at this sister innocently, and her eyes said vividly: "My sister can't even do it when it comes to poetry."
"Such a good poem, madam, tonight's trip is really worthwhile!" Xu Lingkuan likes the joy of the pear garden, and is naturally an elegant person. He doesn't write poems but can still taste the quality of poems. He listened to several poems in a row that were both interesting and interesting. He also applauded the beautiful poems like Changbai, and had a discussion with the Danyang County Lord on the side.
The county leader smiled and reminded: "Husband, please don't be too indifferent to the two young ladies of the Luo family later. After all... if it really happens, you have to have a good look in the future. ."
Xu Lingkuan was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Wu Niang and Eleven Niang in the side hall, shook his head slightly and sighed: "Didn't you see the depressed look of those two Luo girls? I think they wouldn't be happy either, alas~ Anyway, The Marquis will take care of everything, so why should you and I wade through this muddy water?"
The head of Danyang County narrowed her eyes slightly. She finally understood what her husband was thinking. In fact, he knew everything, but he just wanted to hide.
At this time, a piece of news came, completely igniting the emotions of everyone in the garden.
"The leader of this poetry meeting is Jia Jieyuan of Rongguo Mansion!"
"What!?" "Great!"
Xiuzhu Pavilion is showing a polarizing scene.
People like Chang Feng Minglan and others were naturally very happy, while Wang Qiong, who had just targeted Jia Lan, looked pale.
"Jia Jieyuan's talent is truly well-deserved."
Xu Lingkuan and Sheng Changbai chatted for a while, but he was thinking about how to tell his mother about meeting the Sheng family tonight after returning home.
Eleven Niang, who had been depressed all night, was happy when she heard that Jia Lan won the first place in the poetry competition, but she did not dare to express it too much, lest the clever Fifth Niang at the side would find out.
"The leader?"
After hearing the news, someone smiled coldly: "Just right! What should I do with you?"