Chapter 82: I am a jokester (Thank you, Prince, for helping me up and being the leader of the book club)
Everyone was drinking and composing poems when the wine was intoxicating and their ears were hot.
Zhang Yue is not good at writing poetry, but he likes the atmosphere very much, thinking about his own thoughts while half asleep and half awake.
Time travel is like the fluttering wings of a butterfly. Zhang Yue is not sure what kind of changes he can bring to this era. But it is true to integrate into this scene and bring changes to himself.
For example, after Lao Du Guan left that day, he told his brother that he would study hard, but this does not mean that he worked harder than before.
Because the experience in the previous life makes us understand that being motivated by such a temporary impulse is better for a while, but it is not better for a long time.
If we say how much Zhang Yuezhen has changed in the past six months, it would be that he has spent more time studying and his mentality has become more stable.
Zhang Yue has really changed a lot in the past six months.
For example, when reading, Zhang Yue will no longer be impatient, but can understand what is a steady stream.
When I went to Zhang Youzhi's place to practice calligraphy, I briefly integrated calligraphy into it, which also made my heart calmer. If there is anything that can change a person's temperament and mentality, reading and practicing calligraphy seems to be more effective than spending money on luxury goods.
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When the mind is calmed down, it is easier to think clearly.
Yan Zhenqing wrote a poem to encourage students to study: "The lights are on at three o'clock and the chickens are on at five o'clock. It's the time for men to study. Black-haired people don't know how to study hard early, and white-haired people regret that they are late in studying."
This sentence is of course very reasonable, but Zhang Yue thinks that reading requires perseverance. If you really have perseverance, why bother sleeping at three o'clock and getting up at five o'clock? The most useless thing is to be afraid of being exposed to ten days of cold in one day.
When it comes to reading, you still need to find a place for your heart. Only in this way can you have perseverance.
Therefore, Zhang Yue does not feel that studying is a very hard task. In the present moment, he does not need to worry about the future and does not need to be upset about the past. This is his mentality at this moment.
Just do what you should do on weekdays. At this moment, you should read when you should read, and you won’t miss the time when you should savor the moment. Then don’t think about reading.
The snow falls in the middle of the lake, the aroma of rice wine, and the small red clay stove make people intoxicated.
Zhang Yue put his hands behind his head and couldn't help but hum his own little song.
The end of the world is windy sand...
The story of the world of mortals is called concern...
Fengdao is hidden under the east fence of ordinary people's houses...
Handering clouds, wild cranes, ancient temples...
Horses are fighting in the rivers and lakes...
As a fan of Jay Chou for more than ten years, he feels that singing this song in this scene is more satisfying than reciting a poem.
“Sanlang, what are you singing here?” A man came up and asked.
Zhang Yue couldn't help pretending to be asleep anymore and said with a smile, "Sing a little tune as you like."
"Hey, I thought you were asleep. Now that you're awake, come over and write poems!"
Zhang Yue excused himself: "I am a mediocre poet. It is better to hide your clumsiness than to show off your ugliness. Please let me go!"
Everyone on the side laughed when they heard this.
One person said deliberately: "Who doesn't know that during the Sanlang County Examination, I ordered you to test poetry in the hall, and finally entered the county school as the first economics student? This incident has become a good story."
Facing this person’s teasing, Zhang Yue smiled and said, “My poor poem before is really making Brother Zhu laugh.”
Zhang Yue recognized this Brother Zhu. He was not an outstanding person in Jinshi Zhai, and he had intended to make friends with him. At first, Zhang Yue thought he was here for his second brother, but later he realized that this man seemed to be trying to find out his details, so Zhang Yue
The more I distanced myself from him.
Unexpectedly, he found me today.
Unless it was to borrow books, Zhang Yue would not normally gather with the scholars from the Jinshi Department.
“Hey, Sanlang is very talented, and he is not as knowledgeable as us.”
“Sanlang, if you are so good-natured, you still write a poem, even if it is just for socializing. I won’t laugh at you.”
Zhang Yue couldn't be invited, so he said: "That's fine, I don't know what the topic is?"
Everyone laughed, it would be great if Zhang Yue was willing to compose poems.
"We just took plum as the theme. This is not difficult for Saburo, right?"
Zhang Yue thought to himself, "Of course it's not difficult. You forced me to copy the poem." So he thought for a while and said: "There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone. I knew it wasn't snow from a distance, because there was a faint fragrance coming."
Hearing this, everyone looked at each other and reflected on the plum blossom poem that everyone had just written. This poem could fill a whole volume and eclipse all other poems.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Yue actually had such a talent for poetry.
Unexpectedly, the scholar surnamed Zhu blushed and immediately said: "This poem is mediocre. With Sanlang's talent, it will never be like this. Could it be that he is perfunctory with us with poems? It's impossible. I'll write another poem. This poem won't be good."
Calculate."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone present became unhappy.
Zhang Yue’s poem is impeccable, aren’t you talking nonsense with your eyes open? But the other person is his classmate in Jinshizhai, and Zhang Yue is only an economic student, so it’s not easy to fall out on the spot.
Some people thought that it would be shameful to let a business student push them to get into the scholar's program. Therefore, they pretended to be deaf and dumb and kept silent.
However, what these people said makes it more difficult to express the poem. After all, there is no machine judgment on whether the poem is good or bad. In the end, it is still up to people to say it.
Now that Zhu Xiucai said this, Zhang Yue laughed a little angrily.
So he smiled and said: "Everyone, let me tell you a story to relieve your boredom. One day, Duke Ouyang and two students were crossing the river together. They were going to see Duke Ouyang, but they didn't know that the elder who was crossing the river in front of them was Duke Ouyang. ."
Everyone was interested when they heard that Zhang Yue was telling a story about Ouyang Xiu. Ouyang Xiu was already famous all over the world, and he was the examiner for the provincial examination in the second year of Jiayou. He was a great literary master in the eyes of scholars all over the world, and everyone knew several of his stories. Familiar.
For example, "Hua Di teaches his son" and "三上", but I have never heard of this story about crossing the river with two students. It is very new.
“Sanlang, speak quickly, speak quickly!”
But Zhang Yue said: "Three people were ferrying together, so they composed an impromptu poem on the boat. A student saw a goose jumping down the river, so he composed a poem saying, 'Looking at a goose from a distance'."
Hearing this, the students couldn't help but smile and thought, what kind of poetry is this?
“Another student continued, ‘Looking at a goose from afar, it jumped into the river’.”
When the students heard this, some of them laughed out loud.
"The two of them admired each other's poems, so they asked Mr. Ouyang, 'Why don't you join us in poetry? Is it because your poetry skills are mediocre and you dare not take action?'" Ouyang Xiu said without hesitation, "White hair floats on the green water, and red palms spread clear waves." '. Although the two of them were convinced after hearing this, they criticized Ouyang Gong's poems for being mediocre and cannot be compared with them."
Hearing this, some people laughed secretly and glanced at Zhu Xiucai, but their faces were already red.
"After a while, the three people got off the boat, but they saw a pile of burned grass ashes on the shore, so one of them started reciting a poem, 'Looking at a pile of ashes from a distance'. The other person thought for a long time and then added, 'Looking at a pile of ashes up close' .Then they complimented each other, and one person asked Ouyang Gong, "That was enough just now, how can we connect their poems now?"
"At this moment, Ouyang Xiu had to say, 'A strong wind blew up, and snow flew all over the sky.' After hearing this, the two of them still said that they were not as good as them, and even asked Ouyang Gong to work harder."
At this moment, everyone was laughing secretly. If it weren't for the face of Zhu Xiucai's classmates, many people would have burst into laughter.
At this time, when I saw Mr. Wu Dalang, Wu Anshi was already walking towards this place with a cup in hand.
Zhang Yue continued: "The three of them walked for a while and thought of meeting Ouyang Xiu. One of them was very poetic and said, 'Two people are in the same boat.' The other one continued, 'Going to visit Ouyang Xiu.' This time Ouyang Xiu didn't wait.
Renfa asked, 'Xiu already knows you, but you still don't know how to be ashamed'."
At this point, everyone could no longer care about Zhu Xiucai’s face and laughed together.
Zhu Xiucai's face was also blue and purple, and his nose was crooked with anger.
He regained his place and said: "Sanlang is really remarkable. He can know the story of Ouyang Gong from thousands of miles away. Could it be that Sanlang and Ouyang Gong are not acquainted?"
Zhang Yue smiled and said, "Where is this opportunity? It's just hearsay."
By this time, Wu Anshi had come over and said, "Who said you know Mr. Ouyang but you don't know him? I do."
Everyone bowed their hands and saluted when they saw Wu Anshi.
Most people say that he and Ouyang Xiu know each other, and people will only think that he is bragging. But it is definitely true that Wu Anshi knows him.
Ouyang Xiu's famous "Reply to Wu Chong as a Scholar" was written to Wu Anshi's father, Wu Chong.
At that time, Wu Chong went to Beijing to take the imperial examination and wrote an article to Ouyang Xiu. Ouyang Xiu praised his article and then discussed the method of writing. There is a sentence in it: "Scholars generally seek the Tao, but few people can achieve it; it is not a long way."
People, but people are too addicted to the so-called way of writing.
Now Ouyang Xiu and Wu Chong are sons and daughters.
Everyone said that Zhang Yue had just told the story of Ouyang Xiu, and asked Wu Anshi to comment on the poem that Zhang Yue had just written. Although Wu Anshi failed to pass the Jinshi examination, he still had a good perspective as he was born in a noble family.
He read this poem, glanced at Zhu Xiucai and then said: "Sanlang and his brother are Duwu's good friends. If you offend Sanlang, you offend me. Brother Zhu, I don't like people who are jealous of the wise and capable, so you don't need to drink this wine anymore."
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Zhu Xiucai immediately said to everyone with a face full of shame: "Everyone, I still have something to do, so I need to take a step forward."
Watching Zhu Xiucai leave in embarrassment, Zhang Yue was slightly surprised. He and Wu Anshi had only met once, but they had become good friends. Could it be that he was doing it for the sake of his second brother?
After Zhu Xiucai left, Wu Anshi said to Zhang Yue: "I didn't expect Sanlang to be a scholar and a poet so good."
Zhang Yue said with a smile: "My poetic talent rises and falls, and I can't count. It makes Mr. Wu Dalang laugh."
Wu Anshi laughed loudly and said: "Yes, I am familiar with Mr. Ouyang, and I visited him several times when I came to Beijing this time. How come I didn't hear the story you just told?"
Zhang Yue thought to himself, "It's over. This is obviously a joke made by later generations of literati, and then named Ouyang Xiu."
This is the same as the Lu Xun emoticons flying everywhere on the Internet today.
“I never said this.”
“If you are not sure who said this famous saying, it was Lu Xun.”
“You can make it up, but if you say something, I’ll lose.”
Ouyang Xiu's status in the literary world of the Song Dynasty is like this, but the biggest problem is that the old man is still alive...
Isn’t this just a piece of clothing?
One day Ouyang Xiu came to him in person and said, I don’t remember saying this!
Zhang Yue had to find a hole on the spot and crawl into it.
Faced with Wu Anshi’s question, Zhang Yue could only smile awkwardly, hoping that this story would not spread to Ouyang Gong’s ears because of him, and then obliterate the efforts of future generations of jokers.
Although Zhang Yue was embarrassed, Wu Anshi didn't care.
“Have you borrowed the book?”
Zhang Yue said: "Thank you very much, Mr. Dalang. I borrowed it."
“Sanlang, if you have time, come and stay at our house for two or three days!”
Wu Anshi seemed to think highly of him, which made Zhang Yue feel a little unreal.
Ps: Thank you, Prince, for helping me to stand up and become the seventh ally in this book!
