Although he never said harsh words, looking up at the tall building at this moment, Wang Yangming couldn't help but sneer: "The rebels have not been eliminated, but they are still thinking about the boundless wind and moon. I am afraid of the clear breeze and the bright moon, and I am ashamed."
Shen Fucong smiled and said, "It's too late to change my name temporarily."
Master Shen’s words are really mean.
The rebels were still roaming freely in the northeast, and the Song family and the An family were fighting again.
Because Wang Yangming was so famous in Guizhou City, when An Guirong renovated the ancient Elephant Temple in western Guizhou, he invited Wang Yangming to attend the inauguration ceremony. Uncle Wang even wrote an article "Records of the Elephant Temple" on the spot. Then, An invited Wang Yangming to attend the inauguration ceremony. Uncle, he went to various schools in Shuixi to give lectures and teach, and for a time he became famous in Shilin, Guizhou.
Of course, the Song family did not want to be at a disadvantage, so they asked Xi Shu and Master Shen to invite Wang Yangming to Beiya to participate in the poetry meeting, and by the way, he would give lectures to the children of the Song family.
The place where the poetry meeting was held was called "Boundless Fengyue Tower" and was built by Song Yu, Song Ang's younger brother.
Wang Yangming saw the words "Boundless Love" from a distance, and then thought of the Song family's bad situation, he couldn't help but sarcastic words.
The building is four stories high.
Wang Yuan followed the adults into the building and saw several poems carved on the walls, which were written by local literati when the building was built.
One of the poems is: "In front of a few tables in a hundred-foot building, the scenery and moonlight are boundless. The curtains are cut in spring in March, and it's half a day in the night. Send warmth and coolness to the short sleeves, and the flowing light makes shadows to illuminate the feast." It's endless fun to come on board, half in the golden bottle and half in the paper."
Another song is: "The wind fills the curtains and cages, and the moon fills the building, and the boundless wind and moon enter the deep embrace. The nine-day fairy music is clear to the ears, and the toad light from thousands of miles is open to the eyes. The melody of the piano suddenly moves, and the shadows of the pine trees move, and the window screen first penetrates the Guiying thick. Several times The treasures and treasures are endless, and the twelve corridors rely solely on the Zhou Dynasty."
To be honest, although the literati in Guizhou failed to pass the imperial examinations, they were pretty good at writing poems and poems.
Especially for the Song family's reading seeds, Song Gongzi was an outlier. Others did not want to take the imperial examination and devoted their lives to poetry.
The top floor is already full of Guiyang talents, with Xi Shu, the deputy envoy for studying, sitting at the head, accompanied by Song Xuan, the principal of the Song clan school. There are also Mr. Song, whom he has not seen for a long time, as well as scribes from the Yue family, the Zhan family, the Peng family and other large families, and even the Weisuo Several of the younger brothers came.
"Mr. Yangming, please take a seat!" Xi Shu and Song Xuan stood up at the same time to greet him.
Wang Yangming bowed his hand in return and sat down next to the mat. Wang Yuan and Master Shen also took their seats.
A few tables were placed in front of each person, and the guests sat on the floor. The maid served fine wine, tea, dried fruits and pastries. The sun was shining brightly outside. If you didn't think about the rebels, it would really be a bit elegant.
"Everyone," Xi Shu raised his glass and said, "Although it is Mengxia, the scenery of Guiyang is like the mid-spring in the Central Plains. Today, Mr. Buwo (the title of Song Xuan) is hosting a banquet and inviting well-educated people from the county. It is indeed a major event in Guizhou's literary world. In Hereby, I wish my country a prosperous Ming Dynasty, I wish the current sage king Long is healthy, and I wish the army to defeat the bandits as soon as possible. Please drink this cup to the full! Mr. Yangming is not in good health, so you can use tea instead of wine."
Everyone raised their glasses and drank together.
A Peng family scribe immediately flattered Song Xuan: "Mr. Blunt Wo is famous in Guiyang for his poetic talent. He must have added some good verses recently."
Song Xuan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The thieves captured the city, how could they still be in the mood to compose poems? Last year in Mengxia, I took my children to Huanji, and I occasionally wrote two quatrains."
Huanji is the foundation of Jiaxiu Tower.
It was a natural rock in the river. During the Wanli period, the governor of Guizhou relied on the rock to build a high platform and built a building on the high platform. The rock was renamed Aotouji, which means to be the best; the tall building was named Jiaxiu Tower, after Kejia. It means something pretty.
At this time, Jiaxiu Tower had not yet been built, but people often visited Huanji.
"I would like to read Mr. Bluntwo's masterpiece!" Another scribe said quickly.
Song Xuan belongs to the head of the talented scholars in Guiyang. The talented here only refers to reciting poems and writing poems, and has nothing to do with imperial examination articles. His poetic talent is indeed excellent, and he often holds poetry gatherings. Not all the scribes here are flattering because of Song.
"Then I will throw some light on the subject and do something about it in front of everyone." Song Xuan wrote two quatrains.
The two poems were quickly circulated among the banquets, and cheers were heard from time to time.
When it was passed to Wang Yuan, he took a closer look and found out: "The haze often paints pictures, and at the end of the day, the mood at the bottom of the river is wide. When I return from fishing, it is getting dark, and I smile and call the child to pick up the fishing rod."
The poem is certainly a good one, but the rebels are still at large, and it is awkward to read at this time.
Today’s poetry meeting is nonsense!
Everyone flattered him, talked about new poems from the south of the Yangtze River, and then started drinking and having fun.
Being slightly drunk, Xi Shu stood up, looked out, and said: "Everyone, with the sea of bamboo rolling around, why not use bamboo as a poem? Today I will gather friends with poems, and I will ask Mr. Yangming to be the judge, and a leading poet will be selected."
"This is a very good idea." Everyone praised it.
Wang Yuan was accompanied by three teachers and was also given paper and pen at this moment. He was too lazy to search and asked Shen Fucong in a low voice: "Sir, have you ever publicized my song "Bamboo and Stone"?"
"No." Master Shen shook his head and smiled.
"That's just right." Wang Yuan quickly copied Zheng Banqiao's poem and finished.
The scribes here must have been prepared for it. They all pretended to think, and wrote crisply and neatly. There is a sea of bamboo near Guiyang, and the most important thing for them is poems about bamboo. They can just write out the old works.
Xi Shu is also very sophisticated. In order to take care of Guiyang students, he made the examination questions very simple. Now he also takes care of Guiyang scribes and makes the theme of the poetry meeting simple, just to let these guys enjoy themselves.
The scribes who specialize in poetry and poetry are of no use. But behind them are all the big families in Guizhou. If Xi Shu wants to carry out education, he must rely on these talented people and poets.
A quarter of an hour later, more than ten poems were placed on the desk, and Wang Yangming was invited to taste them.
Wang Yangming picked out an article at random, which was written by a scribe from the Yue family: "The east wind is blowing, the green bamboos are new. The waves are thousands of miles green, and the buildings above and below are full of spring."
This person is suspected of plagiarizing Tang poetry and only changed a few words.
"Good poem."
Wang Yangming did not expose it. While approving, he looked at the author with a smile, making the man bow his head with a guilty conscience.
After appreciating several poems in succession, only the poems by Xi Shu and Song Xuan could be discerned by Uncle Wang.
"Huh!"
Wang Yangming finally saw the song "Bamboo and Stone", smiled and nodded and said: "This is a masterpiece, please appreciate it together."
First pass the poem to Xi Shu.
Xi Shu felt his eyes light up, and when he saw the author's name, he immediately raised his glass and finished it, praising: "This poem should go with three glasses of wine! Mr. Blunt Wo, come and taste it."
Song Xuan took the poem, recited it silently twice in his mind, and raised his glass to drink: "This poem should not only accompany wine, I also want to make a painting for it."
The scribes present felt strange and immediately ignored the etiquette and came over to watch.
"Stand firmly on the green mountains and never let go. The roots are still in the broken rocks. They are still strong after being struck by countless blows, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south."
A scribe recited loudly and couldn't help but clapped his hands and praised: "Looking at people through poetry can clearly show their character. This is a model of a gentleman's poetry. I will also drink three glasses of wine with it."
Another scribe asked: "Who is this Mr. Wang Yuan?"
Wang Yuan immediately stood up and said, "Young man is not talented and dare not be called sir."
Everyone was surprised that the author of this poem was actually a young man, and they all began to wonder which member of the Wang family he was.
Even Mr. Song couldn't believe it. He only knew that Wang Yuan was good at eight-legged writing, but he didn't expect that he could write poems!
Master Shen stroked his beard and introduced: "This son's name is Wang Yuan. I am his disciple, Xi Fuxian is his senior teacher, and Mr. Yangming is my professional teacher. He also studied in the Song clan for two years. I have also been taught by Mr. Duanwo.”
"Sure enough, great teachers make great disciples!"
All the scribes praised him one after another, and no longer thought about which family Wang Yuan belonged to.
Shen Fuchong can really speak. Wang Yuan obviously wrote a good poem, but he used it to praise Wang Yangming, Xi Shu, Song Xuan, and himself.
Although Song Xuan had not personally taught Wang Yuan, at least he learned it from the Song clan. While accepting the compliment, he did not hesitate to support him and asked with a smile: "Wang Yuan, I remember you are not very old, right?"
Wang Yuan cupped his hands and said, "I just turned fourteen."
"A child prodigy!"
The scribes were even more amazed. Where could such a handsome man come from Guizhou?
Amid the praise, Song Xuan said to Wang Yangming: "The students are so outstanding, Mr. Yangming must be as talented as the sea. Why not ask him to write a poem too, which will open the eyes of barbarian literati like us."
Wang Yangming often did this kind of pretentious thing when he was in his teens, and could shock everyone by reciting poems casually. But now he has long been restrained, and only writes poems when he is interested, and is too lazy to hang out with a bunch of poor literati in front of him.
"Ruoxu." Wang Yangming called out.
"Disciple is here!" Wang Yuan stood up immediately.
Wang Yangming asked: "I didn't teach you how to compose poetry. How did you write this poem?"
Wang Yuan glanced at Master Shen and said nonsensically: "Sir recently asked me to recite ancient poems, which may have gained me something. Today I composed one in a daze."
"In that case," Wang Yangming said with a wicked smile, "Come and help write a poem for me and comment on today's poetry meeting."
Write a poem for your sister, and use it to comment on the poetry meeting!
Wang Yuan suddenly felt a headache and couldn't think of which poem to copy. He stalled for time and said: "Sir, can I taste the poems of everyone here first?"
"Take it." Wang Yangming handed over the poem manuscript written by others.
Wang Yuan pretended to write a sample poem, but his brain was running rapidly. Suddenly, he said to Master Shen: "Li and Du's poems have been passed down by thousands of mouths."
"Ah?" Shen Fucong was stunned for a moment, thinking that Wang Yuan had nailed the first sentence, and said with approval, "Not bad."
Wang Yuan then said to Wang Yangming: "It's not new to me now."
Wang Yangming tasted it and said with a smile: "The tone of your poem is too strong, I'm afraid it won't finish well."
"call!"
After testing the two of them, Wang Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the poem had not yet been published. He immediately copied the whole poem on paper with ink and ink, and at the same time warned himself not to show off again in the future.
"On Poetry": Li and Du's poems have been passed down by thousands of mouths, but they are no longer new. Talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and each has been leading the way for hundreds of years.
Everyone was shocked.
Even Wang Yangming looked a little surprised.
If the previous song "Bamboo and Stone" may be an old work by Wang Yuan, then this "On Poetry" must have been composed on the spot.
Wang Yangming asked him to comment on the poetry meeting, and he wrote a poem "On Poetry", which was completely suitable for the situation at the moment.
By the way, Wang Yuan also praised all the scribes present.
At least those scribes would think that the last two sentences were to praise themselves, so while they marveled at Wang Yuan's poetic talent, they also had a very good impression of Wang Yuan as a young man.
A talented man who specializes in reciting poems and writing correct poems. Although he is of no use in doing practical work, he is good at publicity. It is estimated that within this month, today's poetry meeting will be spread throughout the Guiyang literary world. And the name of the child prodigy Wang Yuan will also be
With those two poems, it gradually spread from central Guizhou to the entire Guizhou.
Song Xuan was a man obsessed with poetry. He couldn't get enough of two good poems, so he said, "Wang Yuan, why don't you write another one with Meng Xia as the title?"
Not only did Wang Yuan write poems, he was even blind when copying them. He directly blocked the way out and said: "Mr. Blunt Wo, I have never learned to compose poems, and I don't even understand the rules of composing poems. The two poems just now are just
I just got it by chance, I really can’t do it anymore.”
Song Xuan laughed loudly: "What a chance, I got two songs at once."
All the scribes started laughing because they did not believe Wang Yuan's lies.