After getting the test paper, Tang Ning looked at the questions first.
It is indeed a poem and a poem.
"Lu Tao personally came from training, very hard and discouraged." This is the title of the poem, with only such a simple sentence.
The imperial examination has been carried out for so many years, and the routines have almost been summed up.
Of course, that was for most of the candidates. Tang Ning was a little lucky. Fortunately, he and Zhong Yi had a long talk at night, otherwise, even if he turned on the cheating device, he would still be in trouble in today's exam.
First of all, it can be seen from the two sentences in the title that the poem about things in this test is about lime.
Secondly, this is a seven-character quatrain.
The seven-character quatrain consists of four sentences, each sentence has seven characters. There are strict metrical requirements in terms of rhyme and adhesion. It will definitely not work as a five-character quatrain or a five-character rhyme poem.
If the examinee does not know that this is a seven-character quatrain with only four sentences, but it is written into eight sentences or other forms of seven-character rhyme poems, he will basically miss the next exam and can pack up and get ready to go home.
Of course, there have been too many poems throughout the ages, and poem titles cannot be randomly chosen. Exam syllabuses also exist. As long as candidates memorize those thick collections of poems, they will not make such low-level mistakes in the examination room.
mistake.
Tang Ning really didn't remember much of the poems about things and lime.
To be exact, he only remembered one song.
"Thousands of hammers have carved out the deep mountains, and the fire will burn them as if it were nothing. I am not afraid of my bones being shattered into pieces, I want to leave my innocence in the world."
This poem "Ode of Lime" is very famous. She learned it when she was in elementary school. Tang Ning remembers it very clearly. Moreover, this poem was written by Yu Qian, not that Yu Qian who did the cross talk, but Yu Qian, the hero who saved the country in the Ming Dynasty and turned the tide.
This song "Song of Lime" is a true portrayal of his life.
There was no Ming Dynasty in this era, and naturally there was no Yu Qian to copy.
Tang Ning carefully checked the title again to make sure there were no omissions before writing the song "Song of Lime".
After taking a short rest and eating a few pieces of pastry, he looked at the next question.
In the second session, there are two questions, one is a poem and one is a word.
The title of the poem is simpler, with only three words, "Bodhisattva Man".
Bodhisattva Man, originally a Tang Jiaofang song, was later used as a cipai. It is a two-tone Xiaoling. It is composed of five or seven characters. It has 44 characters. It uses two rhymes to change the rhyme. All four rhymes are changed from level to oblique...
Compared with poems, the title of Ci is simpler and more crude. All the rules are defined in three words. If there are candidates who are not familiar with this Ci, the test will end here.
Of course, there are so many word cards, and the content of the exam is only to select one from dozens of commonly used ones. Almost all candidates will memorize the rules of those word cards.
When it comes to "The Bodhisattva Man", the first thing that comes to Tang Ning's mind is Wen Tingyun's "The hills overlap and the golden light disappears", which is also a poem he likes very much.
"The hills are overlapping and the golden light is extinguished, and the clouds on the temples are aspiring to the fragrant snow on the cheeks. I am too lazy to draw my eyebrows, and it is too late to put on makeup and wash up.
Looking at the flowers in the front and rear mirrors, the flowers complement each other. The new post is embroidered with ruffles, and there are pairs of golden partridges."
This is Wen Tingyun's pinnacle work. The language is refined to the extreme, and the beauty of language and music is almost impeccable.
Of course, the most important reason is that Wen Tingyun was a poet of the late Tang Dynasty. In this world, the Tang Dynasty did not exist for 150 years, and Wen Tingyun happened to be missing...
It takes a whole day to write a poem, one word at a time, which seems to be only a few dozen words, but it is not easy.
It’s not easy for other candidates.
Writing poems and filling in lyrics is not about filling in the blanks with short answers. It requires inspiration and long-term deliberation. It is common to think about a poem for several months. Over the years, there are almost no poems that have been passed down through the imperial examination.
It took Tang Ning less than an hour to answer the two questions. The imperial examination was not allowed to hand in papers in advance, and could only be done after the gong sounded in the afternoon.
He waited until the ink on the test paper was dry, put it away, and then rested against the wall.
There is still a lot of time left, enough for him to watch a few episodes of the TV series. There are still a few episodes left of "The Punisher of the Song Dynasty" that he watched a few days ago, and he just finished it this time...
Anyway, Xiaoru made a lot of pastries this time, so I was full...
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After the gong sounded, Tang Ning immediately handed over the paper.
He was worried that if he handed in his hand late and there were many people, he would be recognized and watched.
After the gong sounded, there was still an hour before the venue was completely cleared. Most of the candidates were still making final decisions, and very few people walked out of the examination room at this moment.
The two of them walked past Tang Ning, and one of them asked with some envy: "Brother Chen, you are the best at poetry about things. You should be pretty good at writing the poem about lime, right?"
Another person looked puzzled: "What chants lime?"
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Not long after, Tang Ning heard a scream from behind. When she turned around, a figure had fallen straight down, and a guard ran over quickly in the distance...
He shook his head. In future generations, this would probably be regarded as the composition going off topic, and the consequences would be even more serious, because in this test, only the composition was tested, which is equivalent to everything going off the mark...
Zhong Mingli stood at the gate of Gongyuan. When he saw him coming, he asked: "How?"
Tangning nodded and said, "Not bad..."
Even in the field of poetry, it has a lot to do with the examiner's preferences, but a work that can be passed down through the ages in another world will not fail even a state examination.
Zhong Mingli nodded, turned and left. Tangning walked out of the Gongyuan. Xiaoru and the others were already waiting outside.
Zhong Yi was not as cautious as he was in the first test. He stepped forward and asked, "What did you get in this test?"
"A poem about lime, a poem about Bodhisattva." On the way back, Tang Ning read out the words of the poem again.
Tang Yaoyao looked at Tang Ning with a strange look: "I'm too lazy to paint my eyebrows, and I'm too late to put on makeup and wash up. When I look at the flowers in the front and back mirrors, the flowers complement each other. New posts are embroidered with ruffles... Why do you always like to write women's poems?"
This poem was very straightforward, and Tang Ning knew that even an illiterate Tang Yaoyao could understand it.
He glanced at her and asked: "Who said men can't write this kind of poetry? Do the graceful people understand?"
"I don't understand." Tang Yaoyao replied honestly.
It’s not scary to be uneducated, but it’s scary to be so confident without being literate.
Tang Ning took a deep breath, looked at her, and asked, "Don't be afraid of your bones being shattered into pieces. You want to leave your innocence in the world... Is this also a woman's poem?"
Tang Yaoyao looked at him and said uncertainly: "You just said...innocent?"
Tang Ning took a deep breath. Tang Yaojing was a living example of what it means to burn bridges, what it means to repay kindness with hatred, and what it means to be ungrateful.
Zhong Yi looked at the two of them and said helplessly: "Go back quickly, we have to prepare for the last show..."
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It was late at night in Lingzhou Gongyuan, but a certain lobby of the Gongyuan was still brightly lit.
More than a dozen examiners were still reviewing the candidates' test papers overnight.
Compared with the last marking session, the expressions on their faces were much more relaxed. This time there was not such a huge amount of questions and the number of test papers was much smaller. They could drink tea while appreciating the students' poems and lyrics.
An examiner took a sip of tea, put a test paper aside, and said with a smile: "It's such a pity that someone got the wrong question on such a simple question. His poem was actually pretty good...
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An examiner next to him laughed and said: "I also had a copy here just now. The poems were pretty good and rated as above average, but the words had the wrong rhyme and rhyme. It's a pity..."
Liang Dong has read several test papers and found no obvious mistakes, but there is no work that surprised him.
It wasn't until he picked up another copy that his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Don't be afraid of having your bones broken into pieces. You want to leave your innocence in the world..." He couldn't help but stand up and praised: "What a poem. People who read should be fearless and possess such awe-inspiring righteousness!"
"If this person were in the court, he would be a straight minister who would rather break than bend. A good man should be like this!"
"I'd like to see if you can write such magnificent lyrics!" He praised him so much that he couldn't wait to turn over a page and read aloud: "The hills are overlapping and the gold is shining, and the clouds on the temples are fragrant.
Cheeks are snowy. I am too lazy to paint my eyebrows, and I am too late to put on makeup and wash up. When I look at the flowers in the front and back mirrors, the flowers complement each other. The new post is embroidered with ruffles, both..., both golden partridges?"
When he read the last sentence, his tone increased, and the expression on his face changed from passionate to a little confused.
He turned to the previous page again, the confusion on his face deepening.
Even if his body is broken into pieces, he is not afraid and is willing to leave his innocence in this world...
On the previous page, he was still such a fearless and upright good man. Why did he turn over the page and start wearing a silk skirt embroidered with golden partridges, lying lazily on the bed, drawing eyebrows, and straightening his hair?
Clothes, it’s time to wash up and dress up...
Liang Dong looked confused and murmured: "How can it be like this? How can it be like this..."
