Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading - Chapter 392

[Chapter 388 Master, what do you want to do?]

“Flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year!”

Shi Lezhi wanted to show his talent, so he naturally wanted to explain this topic clearly, so he said: “The meaning of the poem title is that the party who writes the title chooses one For the first poem, the respondent is required to use the implication of the poem to break the title and recompose the poem!”

“The most important thing to break the title of a poem is to connect the artistic conception!”

“For example, Zhang Jiuling’s ‘A bright moon rises on the sea, and we share this time at the end of the world’, after many years Later, Su Poxian formed a wonderful artistic conception poem with “I hope people will last forever, and we will share the beautiful beauty”!”

“For example, this poem “Flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year”, Mr. Zeng Yanshu Wrote a continual work of ‘The Flowers Falling Helplessly, The Swallow Returns Like a Familiar Swallow’!”

“I don’t demand that the artistic conception be exactly the same, but I just want to start from this artistic conception, or transfer or expand, or continue to write, or prove it again, it doesn’t matter!”

After talking so much, Shi Lezhi smiled at Chen Luo: “Brother Liu, the problem of entering the city is not common. If you want to increase your knowledge, it will be a chance.

” , but you can follow Brother Yu to get there!”

“In the future, it will also be a conversation of talents!”

Shi Lezhi said, and then unconsciously glanced at the carriage, and finally a voice that surprised Shi Lezhi came from the carriage—

“Little brother, Since Mr. Shi wants to show off his literary talents, you can follow along!” “Study a little hard

, and advance to the realm of poetry as soon as possible!”

Chen Luo was stunned, and looked at the fairy Langfei who was sitting next to the car, the fairy Langfei Shrugged.

Got it, this old Shi’s eyes were dishonest, which made Sixth Senior Sister angry.

This is a death order for myself!

On the other hand, Shi Lezhi was full of enthusiasm, and bowed towards the carriage again: “Miss Liu, don’t worry, Brother Liu is my real brother. This time Xiaosheng breaks the problem and enters the city, he will definitely spare time to tutor Brother Liu’s poetry and prose skills, and help him advance!”

Chen Luo sighed Take a breath.

You can shut up!

Don’t say any more…

“My family, thank you Mr. Shi!” Yun Siyao replied.

How did Chen Luo know that the dignified Mr. Zhulin Liu would be angry because others looked at her more than once, and besides, Shi Lezhi didn’t have any excessive words in his words, but he seriously explained Chen Luo’s doubts.

It’s just that Yun Siyao felt a little depressed when he saw Shi Lezhi’s attitude of teaching poetry in front of Chen Luo.

You can say that I can’t play chess, but you can’t say that my junior brother can’t write poetry!

This is taboo!

…

At this time, Shi Lezhi didn’t know what he was about to meet, so he rode his horse and walked beside the carriage with excitement, talking to Chen Luo about his experience in writing poems.

“In today’s poetry world, apart from saints, as far as I can see, only two and a half people can be regarded as elite figures.”

“Two and a half? Which two and a half?” Chen Luo was also curious and asked.

“Northern King Xin Qiji, Western King Li Qingzhao, these two words have created a new atmosphere, they are two people.”

“There is still half!” Shi Lezhi thought about his words, “That is the current Marquis of Wu, Chen Luo and Chen Dongliu!”

“Quack? (Why is he half of one?)” Jin Guagua, who watched the excitement and didn’t think it was a big deal, suddenly jumped out and landed on Chen Luo’s shoulder, and asked through voice transmission.

Shi Lezhi was taken aback for a moment, then saw the emerald green frog, and immediately realized that it might be brother Liu’s demon pet, and said gently to Chen Luo: “This little frog doesn’t look like it has yet transformed, but it can actually transmit sound from its soul , but the potential is extraordinary!”

As he spoke, he took out a red pill from the jade pendant stored at his waist, handed it to Jin Guagua, and said, “This is Chongxue pill, which is made from three hundred years of blood spirit fruit. Here’s a little gift for you!”

Jin Guagua was taken aback: This shit is too fragile to be a marble.

But after all, Jin Guagua is a scene person, so he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of water bubbles to wrap the elixir, which is the next step.

Don’t touch it, if you touch it, you won’t be clean!

Afterwards, Jin Guagua snapped his fingers, and a golden light flew out from the small bundle behind him. Jin Guagua handed over the golden pill and said, “Cack! (This is the Condensing Yuan Pill!)”

“Cack! Refined from Nianyuan essence leaves, I will treat it as a gift for you!)”

He said, throwing the golden elixir casually, and jumped back into the carriage with a hop on his hind legs.

“Hahaha… this little frog is really cute…” Shi Lezhi laughed, and took the golden pill casually, “It’s so golden, it’s been carefully decorated.”

He only thought it was the jelly beans thrown by the little frog Gadgets like that, make fun of yourself.

But Shi Lezhi didn’t know that in Jin Guagua’s eyes, he would rather die than hand over Tangdou.

Shi Lezhi casually threw the golden elixir to Qingmu Chan behind him, and said: “It’s cheap for you!” That Qingmu Chan swallowed the golden elixir with a long tongue roll, suddenly the frog’s eyes widened, and an inconceivable expression appeared on his face .

Shi Lezhi didn’t notice the abnormal state of Qingmuchan behind him at all, and still said to Chen Luo: “As for why Wuhou is half, hahahaha…” Shi Lezhi first laughed a few times, and then said, “There is no one else, Taijiang Qi!”

“I have read all the poems written by Marquis Wu, and every single word is excellent.”

“But I personally think that, after all, I am young and have not had much experience in the world, and many things are based on imagination!”

“It is inevitable What I write has a deliberate feeling, so I have some craftsmanship!”

“If I practice hard for another 20 years, I might turn from half a person into a person!”

“Cough, cough, cough…” Lang Feixian who was leaning against the frame of the car choked on the tea, coughed twice, and said, “It won’t happen.”

“Why not?” Shi Lezhi said solemnly, “You have to be careful The charm between the characters and the words, you have to carefully understand the meaning inside, and you will find the flaws.”

“Hey, but I also said that Wuhou is considered to be half the elite of the poetry world, and only people with similar ranks Only then can you notice the slight difference!”

Chen Luo sighed.

You are crazy!

Just say me, do you know who you’re talking about now?

Li Qinglian’s dream pen is the flower that gave birth to flowers!

Lang Feixian nodded in conviction, and looked at Chen Luo: “Little brother, you must ask Mr. Shi for advice!”

“Yes!” Internal affairs!”

…

with a few words, they arrived at the gate of the city, and a demon servant opened the way, and Shi Lezhi quickly walked up to the question of entering the city, and all the Confucian scholars who knew Shi Lezhi immediately saluted.

“Brother Shi, long time no see!”

“Brother Shi, you’re finally here!” “Brother Shi, you’re

safe and sound! Quickly solve the problem and give me a clue!” The

others recognized Shi Lezhi when they heard it.

In fact, in Lannan area, Shi Lezhi can be regarded as a well-known Confucian scholar, with the cultivation level of Master, several poems have been circulated in Lanmo area.

“It turned out to be Mr. Shi, Xiaowuhou of Lanzhou!” Someone said in surprise, “This time, he is probably the first person to break the problem and enter the city!”

“It’s hard to say, the Cui family’s problem this time is really tricky!”

“Let’s see , if it succeeds, I have an idea!”

The voice of everyone’s discussion reached Shi Lezhi’s ears, which made Shi Lezhi proud again. He glanced at Yun Siyao in the carriage behind him from the corner of his eye, and was a little disappointed to see that there was no response from the other party.

At this time, a familiar student stepped forward and asked, “Brother Shi, these are…” He looked at Chen Luo and the others, and Shi Lezhi hurriedly said, “My friends, come and learn a lot!”

“Oh! Ah.” Hearing that it was someone who sneaked in, the student lost interest in making friends, and cupped his hands at Shi Lezhi: “Brother Shi, please do it first!

” Looking at Chen Luo again, “Brother Liu, feel with your heart and learn with your heart.”

After saying that, Shi Lezhi got off his horse, looked up at the entrance question, and was suddenly taken aback: “Group questions?” The

so-called group questions means that the questions are not one, Rather, at least in groups of three.

Now what Shi Lezhi sees is a set of entry questions!

The first question: “The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year!”

The second question: “The cutting is constant, and the reason is still chaotic. It is the sorrow of parting, not the general feeling in my heart.” The

third question: “My song The moon wanders, and my dancing shadow is chaotic. When I wake up, I have sex with each other, and when I am drunk, we disperse.”

“Just now, many Confucian scholars investigated with righteousness, and the old servant was dazzled. He only saw one question, and please punish him!” The demon servant said quickly through voice transmission .

Shi Lezhi frowned slightly. After all, these demon servants of his own were not raised by the big family, and they were still a little lazy, but there was a large audience, so they couldn’t say anything, they could only wave their hands to show that they were fine.

“Mr. Shi, if you break one of the three poems, you will be considered a success. I don’t know which one you want to choose?” On the gate of the city, an official dressed in Wenchang Pavilion said with a smile, “Whether it is successful or not is up to Li, The two great scholars of the Lu family and Ge Daru of Qingning Academy jointly decided that the Cui family was the one who made the question, so the Cui family’s great scholars avoided suspicion and did not attend!”

This is not only to Shi Lezhi, but also to all other Confucian scholars who are trying to solve the problem.

“Understood!” Shi Lezhi nodded, bowed to the three great scholars on the tower, and then said directly, “Students want to challenge the first question!”

“Yes!”

In an instant, the other two questions disappeared, and on the city wall, only A poem stays.

“Flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year!”

Shi Lezhi looked at Chen Luo: “Brother Liu, this poem was written by the former master Liu Xiyi, but it’s a pity that Master Liu died young, otherwise our human race will have one more year.” A top Confucianist!”

“Flowers are similar, but people are different. Sigh at the vicissitudes of time, things are different!”

“This is my problem!”

After finishing speaking, Shi Lezhi wrote on the city wall–the

peach blossoms are all gone, and the willows are hanging down ,

outside the Qingshan House under the clouds.

The hatchet was empty and rusted away, and

no one raised the arrow to return to the mountain.

The peach blossoms are gone, the willows are silky, and the green hills outside the house are still there. I came to the Orion Courtyard where I was once entertained, but now the hatchets in the yard are rusty, so why haven’t the people who went hunting in the mountains come back yet?

After finishing the poem, one of the three Confucian scholars on the city wall frowned, and the other two nodded slightly.

“Unsatisfactory!”

“Literary talent is a bit weak, artistic conception is a bit distant, barely!”

“It can be considered quick-witted, yes!” After the three great Confucians finished   speaking

, the Wenchang Pavilion official shouted: “Shi Lezhi, you have successfully solved the problem!”

To Shi Lezhi: “Mr. Shi, are you willing to try the second question again?”

Shi Lezhi shook his head slightly: “Articles are naturally made, and you can get them by chance! One poem a day is the rule, so I won’t challenge it anymore!”

After finishing speaking, Shi Lezhi He then looked confidently at Chen Luo and the carriage behind the car: “Brother Liu, Miss Liu, it’s a good thing that Shi Lezhi is not disgraceful!”

At this time, Yun Siyao said lightly: “Little brother! Master Shi taught you, have you learned it?”   ” If you have learned it,

try it!”

“Don’t be afraid of shame!”

Shrugging his shoulders, he bowed his hands to Shi Lezhi: “Brother Shi, don’t blame me!”

Shi Lezhi frowned slightly, but soon realized that Brother Liu was worried that his writing was too poor and would hurt his reputation, so he quickly waved his hand: “It’s okay, Brother Liu Go ahead and try!”

“Well, I’ll try my best!”

Chen Luo jumped off the carriage and walked towards the city gate.

Seeing Shi Lezhi’s success, other students have long been eager to move, but at this moment they all saw Chen Luo walking towards the question, and stopped one by one.

It’s impossible to say that the young master has any relationship with Shi Lezhi, it’s not impossible for everyone to wait a little longer!

Chen Luo walked under the city wall and raised his head: “I’m not good at it, I want to try three consecutive questions!”

As soon as he said that, there was an uproar!

On the contrary, the officials of Wenchang Pavilion on the city wall were startled when they saw Chen Luo.

“My lord, what do you want to do?”

Send it at midnight today.

The one in the morning was owed yesterday, so I made it up.

Eighty thousand, make up for the little prince!

…………………

I don’t think I’ve seen this kind of gameplay before!

Let’s guess, which three poems Chen Luo used to connect the three poems!

The artistic conception does not have to be exactly the same, it can be suddenly changed, carried forward, and continued.

A couple of digressions:

Flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year. From Liu Xiyi’s “Sorrowful Pulsatilla”.

Liu Xiyi was thirty years old when he died. It is said that his uncle Song Zhiwen killed Liu Xiyi in order to snatch these two lines of poems!

Then I changed a few words and published it.

But this matter was exposed, so we know that the author of this poem is Liu Xiyi.

(end of this chapter)