Chapter 93： Shocking Immortals Poetry Club (5)

Chapter 93 Shocking Immortal Poetry Club (5)

Husband’s filial piety is the root of virtue and the source of teaching. Filial piety is the root of a person's virtue, and a person with such filial piety will not be inferior in virtue.

Although this son's words and deeds were inappropriate in the examination room, Zhou Xuezheng didn't plan to pursue it any further because of his filial piety.

Zhou Xuezheng does not want to pursue it, but it does not mean that others do not want to pursue it. Although the students and scholars in Tongcheng, Taihu and other counties were shocked by Zhu Ping'an's farewell song just now, it was just a moment.

Although the poem is good, it is an interception of a section of Ruan Lang Guihao's lyrics, which does not show the true level. Besides, no matter how well he explains it, it cannot prove that this farewell song is made by himself. Age doesn't match the word too much, it doesn't look like it at all.

Many people still classify Zhu Ping'an's poem as someone else's catch.

Because of this kind of thinking, people are unwilling to let Zhu Pingan fish in such troubled waters, and they are unwilling to let Zhou Xuezheng be deceived by this person.

Besides, many people have made poems just now, but Zhu Pingan seems to have taken the limelight. Few students and scholars are willing to do so. This is a good opportunity to perform in front of Zhou Xuezheng, Li Lao, Zhao Lao and others.

So someone suggested that since it is a poetry meeting, why not ask Zhou Xuezheng and others to come up with a topic, limit the poems, and choose good works to bind into a book, which can be regarded as leaving good memories for this poetry meeting.

Although it is said that there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts, everyone is full of blood, who has no desire to win, and the students from Tongcheng, Taihu and other counties obviously have no intention of drinking. As soon as the man made the proposal, everyone was furious and nodded their heads in applause.

Zhou Xuezheng was also happy to hear this, and slightly lowered his head to discuss with Mr. Li, Mr. Zhao and others next to him, and then decided on the topic.

The topic is not difficult, but it is not so easy to write new ideas.

"Wing Snow"

All the students were delighted when they heard this topic. Everyone is familiar with this topic, and they are all eager to write a good poem about snow, so as to leave a good impression in front of Zhou Xuezheng and others.

When Zhu Pingan heard that someone proposed to write a poem, he understood their intentions, which were nothing more than being famous and embarrassing himself. There are not a few poems written about snow in the Qing Dynasty and later generations. I randomly took out a capital to make those people steal chickens and lose money. I was busy with my work, but I am only a teenager now. I am standing on the cusp of the storm, if I do it again, I am afraid that I will be roasted on the fire, it is too late, so I don't want it.

The beautiful singer who is in charge of singing, just got the farewell song from Zhu Ping’an at this time. She couldn’t wait to read it when she first started reading it.

At this time, all the students and scholars present here have already written poems, and their faces are full of pride.

As usual, the poems were copied several times, named, and passed on to everyone.

With the first one, there will be the second one. After all the students were unwilling to let others go, they shared their poems about singing snow to everyone one after another.

From time to time at the poetry meeting, students shared their snow-chanting poems, some of them were good poems, and some of them were not so good, and one after another of the snow-chanting poems was passed on to everyone, if anyone had any opinion on one of the poems You can get up and speak out, and comment with everyone.

Zhou Xuezheng, Mr. Li, Mr. Zhao and others sat at the table and served wine with poems. Whenever they saw a better poem about Yongxue, they would drink a sip of wine, chat with each other in a low voice, and comment on it.

"Well, this one is considered a masterpiece. I went down to the balcony under the gloomy clouds, but the world was in full bloom. It was bright with the moonlight, and the flowers were in full bloom. I was next to the plum blossoms. Flying away with Yingke's singing, and chasing the maiden dancing with her sleeves Back. The bosom friend did not meet each other, and Shanxi came to Li Gong and Zhao Gong for the king. If there is no other poem, this poem can barely be regarded as the top work of this poetry meeting. Xia Luoming in Tongcheng can be regarded as it. material."

Zhou Xuezheng took a sip of wine, and exchanged with Mr. Zhao Lao Li next to him to share this excellent work he saw.

"Well, it's not bad, it's open and close, but it's not lacking in detail. The moonlight and winter plums are used for it, and there are many allusions in it. It's not bad. Today, this poem is going to be a big hit." Li Lao looked at Zhou Xuezheng and handed it over. Tongcheng Xia Luoming's Poetry on Snow, nodded quite satisfied,

At this time, Mr. Zhao next to him twisted his beard and smiled, "Hahaha, don't draw conclusions too early. The song in my hand is worse than yours. Well, it was written by Wang Jin of Taihu Lake. The breeze shakes the garden tree, There is a gap in the curtain under the fine snow. The lingering sky is like a fog, and the condensed steps are like an accumulation of flowers. I don’t see willows and springs, but I see white osmanthus. Zero tears are inhumane, what’s the benefit of lovesickness.”

Zhou Xuezheng, Li Lao and the others also laughed when they heard the words, "What Zhao Lao said is true, I'll wait and wait to make a conclusion, but if there is no other good work, I'm afraid the leader today will choose from these two articles. gone."

Xia Luoming from Tongcheng looked at Zhu Pingan with pride when he heard Zhou Xuezheng and others comment on his Poetry on Snow.

On the other hand, Wang Jin from Taihu Lake didn't react much, and laughed with others without changing his face.

Xia Luoming was quite disdainful of Zhu Pingan at this time. Everyone had almost finished writing, but Zhu Pingan still hadn't written a single word.

Under Xia Luoming's gesture, several students from Tongcheng County walked towards Zhu Ping'an holding wine glasses.

"Your Excellency, why don't you write?"

A student from Tongcheng County looked at Zhu Ping'an with a mocking look and asked loudly.

This voice attracted everyone's attention.

"I'm not good at writing poems, and I just came up with a sentence at the moment." Zhu Pingan honestly admitted that he just thought of a sentence.

The students around laughed when they heard the words, one sentence, after such a long time, you can come up with one sentence!

Especially the students in Tongcheng, Taihu and other counties laughed even louder, and they have been looking forward to it for a long time.

Haha, you fox finally showed your tail.

The farewell poem just now was taken by someone else, otherwise why is it just a simple poem about snow, and you can’t write it.

Zhou Xuezheng and others also looked over. Unlike other students, there was no ridicule in their eyes, but some anticipation. That farewell poem couldn’t have been taken by someone else. How could this level of literary talent be willing to give a knife to a young man? It didn’t come from eavesdropping. Such a good poem will spread widely when it comes out. Why did it not come out until now? I heard it. Therefore, they still had some expectations for Zhu Ping'an.

"One sentence, just one sentence, write it out for everyone to see." Students from Tongcheng and other counties booed.

"How to make a sentence into a poem, forget it." Zhu Pingan shook his head.

"It's okay, write it quickly." The students in Tongcheng and other counties naturally wouldn't finish their calculations like this, and they were still waiting for Zhu Pingan to make a fool of himself.

"Uh, then I'll just make up a few sentences temporarily, and please don't be offended. There is really only one sentence that can be seen, and I didn't intend to deceive everyone." Before writing, Zhu Pingan emphasized to everyone that he said his own words in advance. This poem is just one line that was conceived, and the others are just temporary thoughts, not intentionally to deceive and tease everyone, in short, it is to say hello in advance.

"Okay, write quickly, we can't wait." Everyone was not interested in what Zhu Pingan said, and urged them repeatedly.

Under the urging of everyone, Zhu Pingan began to write, and everyone gathered around to see what this high-ranking person who had conceived a sentence wrote.

After the first sentence was written, everyone couldn't stand up laughing.

On the snow-white rice paper, there was this sentence:

"One piece, two pieces, three pieces, four pieces"

The person with good deeds read Zhu Ping'an's sentence aloud, and then there was endless laughter: I'll go, are you also a poem? One, two, three, four, you count, ouch, laughing makes my heart hurt . It won't be 5678 next, no, it hurts me to laugh.

"This is just something I made up on the spur of the moment. I didn't conceive this sentence." Zhu Pingan argued lightly amidst the laughter of the crowd.

Everyone snorted at this, pull it down, even if we get together, we are ten million times stronger than you.

"Write the second sentence quickly." Everyone urged.

Amidst the urging and ridicule of the crowd, Zhu Pingan wrote another sentence.

This time it was all right, everyone laughed even louder, and many people couldn't stand up from laughing, and couldn't stop beating their chests.

"Five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces, hahahaha, your counting is really unique, hahaha."

Amidst the ridicule of the crowd, Zhu Ping'an's voice seemed weak, "I'm also trying to make up the number of words."

Come to your sister, come on, can you write poetry, it really makes me laugh.

Amidst the laughter of the crowd, Zhu Pingan also wrote the third line of his poem.

“Thousands of pieces, thousands of pieces and countless pieces”

Everyone was powerless to complain, tears were about to come out of laughter, if not for being a scholar, they would have rolled on the ground laughing.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, it doesn't rhyme when counting later, so it uses tens of millions, which is really funny.

Who would believe it if someone said that your farewell song was not done by someone else? Everyone was already laughing and thinking about how sullen Zhou Xuezheng and others were, and what happened to Mr. Fu Zun.

"Well, the next sentence is what I have conceived." Zhu Pingan habitually reminded everyone before writing. ,

Write now! Everyone laughed and urged.

I have reminded you, don't blame me for teasing you! Don't classify me as Ruan Ji and his like.

"Flying into the reeds never disappears"

After Zhu Pingan finished writing this sentence, the good person habitually read it aloud. After reading it, the whole person realized that this sentence seemed to be different from the previous few sentences, and then the whole person was not good.

Nima

Why is this sentence added after the previous few sentences, it feels like a finishing touch.

After Zhu Ping'an finished writing the last line of his poem, everyone's ridicule stopped abruptly again.

The last sentence of this poem seems to bring the whole poem to life.

Zhou Xuezheng, Mr. Li, Mr. Zhao and others looked at each other. It seemed that it would be difficult to choose the best work tonight, but it seemed that it was not difficult to choose.

For a while, the Jingxian Poetry Club was quiet.

(end of this chapter)