Chapter 92： Shocking Immortals Poetry Club (4)

Chapter 92 Shocking Fairy Poetry Club (4)

Why is the atmosphere so weird?

But did that boy make any nonsense doggerel again?

Why do everyone have such weird expressions, as if relatives have come to the daughter's house.

The beautiful singer who is in charge of singing is very surprised. Why do everyone look like that after seeing the poems written by the dandy boy? It feels weird

After a few minutes, the silent atmosphere suddenly became noisy. Everyone was talking to themselves, whispering or questioning in low voices, and the atmosphere upstairs became like a vegetable market again:

"Although the artistic conception is beautiful, sincere, and fresh and elegant, it always feels weird. What kind of Cipai is this? I can't find the corresponding Cipai name. I really play the piano randomly. Can you compose poetry?"

"Can a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy feel like 'a close friend is half-lost'? Your best friend is only thirteen or fourteen years old, and there are no mountain torrents, earthquakes, natural disasters, and man-made disasters. How can you still be "lost?"

"I'm afraid that the entire Huaining County students and scholars are worried that I will be so particular about their first-ranked talents. In order to cover up his masterpiece of a group of egrets climbing the blue sky by the ancient road outside the long pavilion, they worked together to help those first-ranked talents concoct it. It's a pity that there is no cure for that poem, and with the efforts of the whole county of Huaining, we can only produce such nondescript poems."

"I copied it from somewhere else"

"I also feel that it was copied from elsewhere. I don't know how much it cost to buy it. Can a teenager make such poems?"

"This child wants to be famous and wants to go crazy. Buying this poem will empty out his family's wealth."

People were not very loud at first, just tentatively questioning. Unexpectedly, many of you were questioning, so the communication collided with sparks, and the voice became louder. At the beginning, everyone questioned the title of the poem, and then questioned the content of the poem.

"You wrote this poem?" Zhou Xuezheng, who couldn't take his eyes off the poem for a long time, finally moved his eyes away from the poem, but there were a bunch of doubts in his heart, and he couldn't help raising his head to look at Zhu Ping An, staring into his eyes, asked loudly.

Before seeing this young man, Zhou Xuezheng felt a fire in his heart when he heard people talk about his behaviors of being bitten by a snake, hearing birds singing, and eating, drinking and sleeping in the county examination. Ears, the appearance of incompetence all over the body.

But when I saw this young man, I found that he was a simple and honest peasant boy, but he felt like he was gluttonous and wasting his parents' hard-earned money, which he had never seen in the world, which made him very disgusted.

When the crowd laughed and laughed just now, this young man was calm and calm, which surprised him a bit.

When he held the pen in one hand and twisted his sleeve in the other and splashed the ink, and the poems passed into his hands, his surprise was no longer a little bit, but full.

What kind of boy is this boy? Questions came one after another, making Zhou Xuezheng unable to control himself.

The poems of the entire Qing Dynasty, the Republic of China, and even modern times were all "written" by me. No matter which poems have not appeared in this world, they will come to this world for the first time through my hands, and they are the first ones I launched. How could it not be mine.

"Yes, late students are not good at poetry. It took late students several months to conceive this poem." Zhu Pingan answered calmly and modestly, without any arrogance, just like a simple and simple boy.

"Someone questioned the name of this word, how do you explain it?" Zhou Xuezheng heard Zhu Ping'an's first answer, and then asked another question.

Hearing Zhou Xuezheng's question, everyone upstairs was very interested and wanted to see how the boy would answer.

Because Zhu Ping'an's "Farewell" really couldn't find any corresponding name of the lyrics.

"That late student said just now that late student is not good at poetry. The lyrics of the ancients are all music scores with a fixed musical pattern and structure. When writing lyrics, he has to fill in lyrics in accordance with their tune. Later student tried several times, but he couldn't Satisfied. Either the words are out of tune, or the tune is out of tune. One day, Wan Sheng accidentally read "Ruan Lang Gui" by Xin Qiji, a great master of the Song Dynasty. Ban Que came out alone, adjusted the rhythm slightly, and made this "Farewell" after several months of deliberation. Late students are not good at poetry, and the inappropriateness made Zhou Lao laugh."

Zhu Pingan dared to use this song "Farewell" by Master Li Shutong of the Republic of China here, and he had already thought about the rhetoric in his heart, so he would be aimless.

So Zhu Ping'an answered fluently, without saying a word or overbearing, and his words were persuasive and sincere.

After all, everyone has read poetry and books, and Xin Qiji's "Ruan Langgui" is no stranger to them:

The lights in front of the mountain are like dusk, and the clouds come and go on the top of the mountain.

There are several villages in the sound of partridges, and there are old friends in Xiaoxiang.

Waving the lupine, trimming the towel, and dusting the young pommel horse.

Nowadays haggard Fu appeals to the soul, Confucian crowns often miss their bodies.

The second half of Que is just like what Zhu Pingan said, "Waving a feather fan, trimming a lun scarf, and a young man's pommel horse dust. Now he is haggard and obsessed, and Confucian crowns often miss his body." Except for a slightly different rhythm, it is indeed Ruan Lang Return to the second half of Que.

In layman's terms, Ci is the lyrics in a song, and Ci Pai is actually the name of a music score with a fixed musical mode structure. Writing lyrics is to fill in the lyrics in a fixed music score, so writing lyrics is also called filling in lyrics. Cipai is not born, but also has its source and development process. Therefore, Zhu Pingan's farewell song based on the second half of Ruan Langgui's song is a bit bold and nonsense, but it is also reasonable.

"Well, although there are some inadequacies, we are not pedantic people. This word is fresh and refined, and it does not fall into the stereotypes; however, how can you explain it when you have a half-hearted acquaintance and a pot of dirty wine? How can you be so young when you are still young and half-acquainted with each other?"

Zhou Xuezheng let go of the Ci Pai for the time being, but started to question the words in Zhu Ping's farewell.

"Mr. Zhou can see my situation today. There are many friends, but no acquaintances. Otherwise, why would a joke work come to this? In the past, the acquaintances of the generals were either farming in the wild, or working as servants in rich and wealthy families, running around to make ends meet; Thinking about it carefully, I can't help but feel that my friends are scattered. As for the joy of a pot of dirty wine, I am forced to express my sorrow for writing new words."

Zhu Pingan bowed his hands in the direction of Zhou Xuezheng, and a lonely expression appeared on his simple and honest face at the right time.

Mr. Li and Mr. Zhao sitting next to Zhou Xuezheng heard the words, nodded, and agreed with Zhu Ping'an's statement. From the moment they entered the room, they could feel that students and scholars from Tongcheng, Taihu and other counties were targeting Zhu Pingan, even if they were sitting with Zhu Ping'an. The students from the same county at the same table didn't seem to be so enthusiastic about it. A boy who was only 13 years old among a group of people who were a circle older than him would indeed feel lonely.

"But why did you eat, drink and sleep in the examination room?" This was almost Zhou Xuezheng's last question.

Although it is not impossible to eat, drink and sleep in the examination room, it is also something that you must not leave the examination room for several days in the township examination. You only have one day in the county examination, and you have to bear it. There is a bit of intelligence, and the attitude is too unreasonable.

"Oh, there is a reason for this. I was fat when I was young, and my mother loved it very much. When I grew up, I lost weight. My mother often blamed herself for not taking good care of me. This baby test is the first time I have stayed away from My parents and my mother are worried and worried about me and I can’t take good care of myself. I want to eat more and gain weight after I leave home. When I get home, I hope my mother will think that I have gained weight when she first sees me. In this way, my mother will not worry about worrying about herself. Of course, Wansheng is also greedy, hehe "

Zhu Ping'an smiled a little embarrassedly, what he said was very sincere, and his eyes were full of longing for his parents in his hometown.

As soon as Zhu Pingan said a word, the whole poetry meeting became much quieter. Zhu Pingan’s words like a kneeling lamb made many students and scholars who were far away from their hometown miss their parents, and it also touched the elders deeply.

"Idiot!" Zhou Xuezheng sighed, and waved his hand to signal Zhu Pingan to sit down.

(end of this chapter)