(The recommendation list dropped to fifth place, woo woo woo... I beg for recommendation votes...)
After dinner, there were bursts of laughter in Chen Ke’s room.[]
Erlang was preparing to take part in the next imperial examination. At this time, he was traveling around with Dalang and others, making friends through literature and gaining knowledge, so he lived in this room alone.
However, it was difficult for him to stay quiet. Every night Su Shi and Song Duanping would come and make noise for a while before going back to their rooms to warm up their books.
At this moment, Su Shi was sitting on his special easy chair, rocking back and forth comfortably, while Song Duanping occupied his seat and drove him to Erlang's chair.
Su Che and Shiro were also there, and they were much more honest. They sat on the pillars beside the table, sipping tea and listening to a few big-mouthed guys talking.
Su Shi and Chen Ke didn't like greasy tea. Together with Song Duanping, they drank home-brewed orange wine... which was more alcoholic than Huang Jiao, but the key was that it was not as sweet.
Today, they are discussing the courses they have studied recently... After four years of study in the academy, they have passed the stage of copying what others have learned and have begun to determine their own writing style.
Although their teacher Wang Fang strongly advocates ancient Chinese and opposes contemporary Chinese, they are no longer just children who follow what others say, but have their own thoughts and judgments.
"The mountain chief opposes Shi Wen and emphasizes ancient prose." Song Duanping said: "But the world is still dominated by Shi Wen. If we don't learn from Xikun and Taixue, how can we do it in the world?"
"You'd better tell me directly, why do you want to start a business?" Su Shi rolled his eyes at him and said with a smile: "I am determined not to learn those four- and six-parallel prose. Articles are the way of a gentleman. Writing parallel prose for a man is like applying makeup and powder to his face.
Wearing a head full of hairpins, her fingers look like orchids..."
"Hahaha..." His narrow metaphor caused everyone to laugh. Song Duanping laughed and said: "You are so opposed to parallel prose, it seems that you want to learn the 'Taixue style'."
"The 'Tai Xue Style' of the dog fart objected to the parallel prose and went too far." Su Shi shook his head and said: "The style of his writing is weird and slanderous, vulgar and vulgar, and he always regards it as broken and clumsy, but he doesn't know that others
After all, Xikun style is pleasing to the eye, but it is hateful and makes people mad. I would rather chop off my hand than write such inhumane things!"
"Is ancient prose really that good?" Song Duanping deliberately argued: "When I look at Han and Liu's articles, they can't help but deliberately pursue the simplicity and majesty of the words. Some of the works are almost as raw as the Taixue style."
"This is just arguing," Chen Ke said in a fair way: "The ancient prose movement opposed the unhealthy writing style since the Five Dynasties. It promoted Mr. Changli's merits, rather than saying that Changli was perfect. Confucius said, 'Choose the good.
Follow them and correct those who are not good. What we need to learn is his view of "writing to convey the Tao", which is the advantage of using plain and smooth language and being clear and clear. However, his strange and different style has overcome the
His shortcomings of being strange and difficult are all things we need to overcome.”
"Then there is no need for beautiful writing?" Song Duanping asked.
"If you know how to be high-spirited, the articles you write will have the sound of gold and stone!" Su Shi said resolutely.
"What do you think?" Song Duanping asked Chen Ke again.
"What He Zhong said is a bit absolute." Chen Ke shook his head and said: "He is naturally talented. For him, writing beautiful words is like a commonplace thing. I wouldn't be as stunning as him."
You have to carefully craft it and try to make the article easy to understand and at the same time more graceful and graceful."
"This is the right principle." Su Che and Shiro nodded together: "Don't overdo it."
"Well, since we all plan to learn ancient Chinese," Song Duanping said, "then what are the different styles of ancient Chinese?"
"In "National Policy", "Nanhua" is chosen for its agility; Kuang Heng, Liu Xiang, is chosen for its elegance and health; Shi Qian, Ban Gu is chosen for its broadness; Changli is chosen for its turbidity, Liuzhou is chosen for its steepness, Luling is chosen for its dangling..." House
Before anyone could answer, a crisp voice sounded out, and Su Xiaomei, who was wearing a green shirt and with slanted black hair, stood pretty at the door holding a book half a foot thick, and said in a cute voice: "Take it."
Those who are rich can’t do everything, but people’s wisdom will make them understand.”
"Haha, here comes a little girl who is even more powerful than Da Su." Song Duanping stood up with a smile and said, "I'm here to see your third brother, right? Adult beauty is a matter of elegance. I'll leave as soon as possible."
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Su Shi reluctantly got up from the easy chair and said, "Don't harm my sister's good reputation." When he walked to the little sister with a serious face, he suddenly winked and said, "I still have to go back in the evening.
Sleeping at home..."
"Brother, you are the most unruly..." Little sister Xiafei raised her thick book with both cheeks, pretending to be beaten: "I only came here after reporting it to my mother!"
"You know, compiling a dictionary..." A group of unscrupulous brothers just laughed and scattered like birds and beasts.
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In a blink of an eye, only Chen Ke and the younger sister were left in the room. The younger sister said with a thin face, "Why are they always making fun of us since this year?"
"Ignore them," Chen Ke said with a smile: "Boys in the 17s and 18s are full of dirty thoughts."
"Third brother is also seventeen or eighteen miles away..."
"Hey..." Chen Ke was quite surprised: "Little girl, who is provoking you? You are speaking sarcastically."
"No one offended me," the younger sister said with a meaningless look on her face, but her eyes were slightly red: "I just came to tell my brother that you have finished compiling the dictionary. You don't have to be afraid of offending me in the future. You can bully me with them."
"Oh, it's finished..." Chen Ke was shocked and said: "So fast?"
Seeing that he only cared about the dictionary but ignored what she said next, the little girl felt aggrieved. Finally, she couldn't help but feel a sore nose, shed tears, and turned around to leave...
However, Chen Ke stepped to the door and stood in front of her: "Hey, little girl, I made you run back crying, but I can't explain it clearly."
The little girl was caught off guard and bumped into his chest. Stars suddenly appeared in her eyes, she held her head and cried: "I hate it, it's so hard!"
"Where did it hit me?" Chen Ke closed the door with his backhand, looked at the little sister's head and said, "I didn't see any black spots..."
"This..." Although the younger sister was angry with him, she still gently pushed her bangs aside. As expected, her snow-white forehead was pretended to be red, and she cried: "Look, she's taller!"
"Hey..." Chen Ke couldn't help laughing and said, "How could..."
But it is said that Su Xiaomei was born with beautiful eyebrows and beautiful eyes, her skin was as white as snow, her waist was like a bunch of silk, she was smart and beautiful, and she was loved by everyone. But she had one thing on her mind, that is, her forehead was slightly high, and because of this, her eye sockets appeared
It must be deep... In fact, if I tell my conscience, it is really just a little taller, not even a slight flaw on the white jade. It even makes her have a unique charm and is very attractive.
Unfortunately, she had an unscrupulous brother. Once, Su Shi saw his little sister cut off her forehead hair and discovered this characteristic of hers. He immediately caught it and joked: "Three or five steps before leaving the hall, the forehead reaches the painting first."
In front of the hall, I wiped away my tears so many times that I could hardly reach them, leaving two springs of water."
A girl is most afraid of being criticized for her appearance's shortcomings. The younger sister immediately tried her best to regain her reputation. She looked closely and found that although her brother was considered a handsome guy, his face was obviously longer than that of an average person, and the distance between his eyebrows was also wider. She was immediately delighted.
He countered: "There are three thousand roads in the sky, and I can see my eyebrows in the distance between clouds and Han; a drop of tears of lovesickness last year has not yet reached my ears and cheeks."
At that time, the brother and sister were a child and it was impossible for the younger sister to hold grudges against her brother. But since then, she has grown her bangs regardless of the season... Not to mention, since she changed her hairstyle, no one knows that she still has it.
There is this pain in my heart.
As time went by, my little sister also regarded her bangs as her own secret, and would only do such an action in front of the people closest to her.
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"It's really red." Chen Ke lowered his head, his mouth was facing the little sister's forehead, and blew: "Blow, blow, it won't hurt anymore..."
"Ouch..." The little girl rubbed her forehead and begged for mercy: "Stop blowing, it's very itchy." But she also stopped crying.
Chen Ke took her slender arm and asked her to sit down on the chair. He also sat on the round stool, pretending to clasp his fists and said: "No matter where I offended you today, I was wrong. Xiaosheng, can I apologize to you?"
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"Puch..." Seeing his funny look, the little girl couldn't help but laugh, and then said with a straight face: "I don't even know what makes people angry, so you can only talk about this sister and never take it seriously."
"Why don't you worry? Why don't you bring me a knife, and I'll take out my heart and show it to you. I'm sure there is a little person named Su Xiaomei living there." Chen Ke patted his chest and said.
"Who lives in your heart..." Listening to his nonsense, the little girl's cheeks burned, and she covered her pink cheeks and said, "It's so embarrassing."
"You baby, you are so awkward." Chen Ke couldn't help but said frantically: "I can't keep it in my heart, and I can't keep it in my heart. What do you want me to do?"
"Look at you, what kind of temper you are!" the little girl said angrily: "Every time I can't coax you for more than two words, I get impatient. If you coax me one more sentence, I'll show you."
"Hey, your sister..." Chen Sanlang's temper was really not suitable for coaxing girls. He wanted to reach out and twist out two flowers from her little face. But he still said with a serious face: "Little sister, I know,
You are angry that I associate you with the dictionary, but I want to explain two things to you."
"What's up?"
"First, I don't dare to make you angry without a dictionary." Chen Ke said with a sullen face and cupped his fists: "Second, you can help me compile a 'dictionary', I am ashamed, ashamed and distressed. Thank you.
Forget about what I said, from now on, you are my biological sister..."
"Pfft..." The little girl was stunned, who is this!
The list is too miserable. I strongly recommend it. Why is it so deserted and miserable? The monk burst into tears and rolled on the floor asking for recommendation votes...
