Approaching the lunar month, this is the busiest season for the students of the Taiping Academy, and the most important exam in the winter - the annual exam is coming. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoEvery year from the first day of the lunar month to the third day of the junior high school, all major subjects are examined, and the most important course is naturally Confucian classics.

Generally for Maoxue, the biggest requirement for students in the scripture course is the recitation of the Confucian Five Classics, so the examination is mainly based on the memorization of the scriptures, the examination method is to paste the scriptures and test the meaning and a miscellaneous essay, the pasting of the scriptures is to extract a sentence of the Confucian Five Classics, cover a few words with a piece of paper, let the students fill in, and the trial meaning is to explain the meaning of the scriptures. The purpose of the exam is to give students a solid foundation of skills. The topics of the essays are mostly relatively simple, focusing on grammar, for example, last year was what I saw and heard on weekdays, and Si Ying wrote an article "Fledglings Learn to Fly".

Mr. Zhong's title this time is "Zigong said: 'Poor but without flattery, rich without arrogance, what is it?'" Zi said, "Yes." Those who are not poor are happy, and those who are rich and courteous. Write an essay on the topic. This is the first time that students are asked to expound and discuss the meaning of the scriptures, which is usually a topic that only comes up after learning. However, Mr. Zhong also reduced the difficulty accordingly, asking students to go back to write, turning in at the end of the month, there are still seven days before the end of the month, all the content is taught five days before the annual exam, and the students are allowed to review by themselves in class, and Mr. Zhong will come to answer questions, so Mr. Zhong thinks that the students are given enough time to check the books.

"Don't let people live, how can this kind of problem come out! Who wrote this...... "He Menglian has always hated reading, every time she takes an exam, she will pass the exam, and sometimes she even has to give a gift to her husband to barely pass, and she was dumbfounded when she heard this topic.

Yan Cuier actually had a little disdain for He Menglian in her heart, because she could get benefits from her, so she obeyed her, and said: "Who else, when you hear 'Zi Yue', it must come out of the Analects." ”

"The Analects is still learned, who still remembers this ......" He Menglian complained dissatisfiedly, it was already very hard for her to memorize the book, she memorized it for five days before each scripture exam, and she could pass the test, but she never thought about writing anything to explain the meaning or anything.

Yan Cuier naturally wouldn't speak against her, and said with a smile: "That's it, we don't go to the top exam, why bother to make an annual exam like a imperial examination......

Zhuang Xuemei said: "Mr. suddenly came up with such a question, I haven't done it before, and now all subjects have to be examined annually, and I have to check books for this, the time is too tight......

He Menglian waved her hand impatiently: "It's useless to complain, let's pass this first...... Anyway, you're going to have to help me figure it out......"

"We don't know how to write it ourselves......" Zhuang Xuemei frowned, and before she finished her words, He Menglian interrupted: "Then give me your own." ”

Zhuang Xuemei wanted to say something, but was quietly pulled by Yan Cui'er, Yan Cui'er smiled: "Of course we will help you, but ...... Recently, Xuemei's mother has been seriously ill again, and she is always thinking about family affairs, and I am afraid that she will not be able to step down......"

He Menglian glanced at Yan Cui'er and said with a smile: "Don't you just want money, this time I'll give you three days, if you can't write it, I'll find someone else." ”

"Don't worry, when will I miss you." Yan Cui'er smiled and said with a smile, seeing that Zhuang Xuemei was still calm, and wanted to hurriedly divert He Menglian's attention, the corner of her eyes slipped, and seeing Si Ying busy packing up her things, she sneered: "Look at her again, she is going to be proud again." ”

Zhuang Xuemei also glanced at Si Ying according to Yan Cui'er's gaze, bit her lip, and sighed.

Si Ying went to the library as usual, and sat down in his favorite corner, where the sun in the west happened not to shine directly, far away from the door, few people walked around on the side, and at night, the brilliance of the library's floor-to-ceiling lamp reached just here, which could save a fixed amount of lamp oil of three taels per month. Si Ying first finished writing the poems and the homework of "Lao Tzu", memorized two chess scores, and then unfolded the paper and began to write the exam questions for the scripture class.

Si Ying thought a lot about this topic, but he didn't know why, but he felt uncomfortable when he wrote it, and he barely made up one, but he didn't have the pleasure of finishing it, and he couldn't fully describe the meaning he wanted to express. Si Ying felt that she was not satisfied with what she wrote, and she wanted to rewrite it, so she picked up the pen and put it down, because she found that if she was not satisfied with the paper method, there would be no use for paper.

Since moving out of her aunt's house, Si Ying has to face the distress of lack of paper every day. You have to be careful with your homework, for fear that you won't be able to hand it in if you write badly. Although the school has strict regulations on the use of paper, in fact, in order to save trouble, the elders generally send four directly every day, so that the female red, incense, music, physical cultivation and other courses do not need to use paper, and one or two can be saved every day. Since she took over the management of paper consumables, the new official took office three fires, and this first fire burned to this top, and in order to strictly economize, she strictly enforced the regulations, so there was almost no surplus paper left. Si Ying and the dormitory students are all complaining.

Considering that this time the assignment was different from usual, Mr. Jingxue specially greeted the chief and sent them an extra piece of paper to make a draft, but only one more.

In the past, if Si Ying couldn't write an article with a wave, he wrote and threw it away, threw it away and wrote it again, pondering the words repeatedly, but now that I think about it, I only feel that the original waste was so shocking. She carefully rolled up the blank sheet of paper and put it away, ready to correct it on the draft and copy it later.

The next day, there was only one calligraphy class left that needed paper, and the rest of the courses had been completed and changed to self-study. Si Ying put the two pieces of paper away and tore off the last one of the exercise books to use, but fortunately she sat at the back, and Mr. Lin, who taught calligraphy, did not go to the back, so she mixed up.

At the end of class, Mr. Lin left a task: "This time your after-school homework is to copy Lu Cambodia's "Wenfu", but your calligraphy is engraved and printed, there is a form but no god, I brought a hand-copied copy today, it is a master's presence, you can take turns to see it, and experience the charm." Do your homework after passing it on. After reading it, I will keep it from Zhaiyu, and hand it over to me at the end of the month with your schoolwork, so be careful not to damage it when you read it. This assignment will be used as your annual exam results. ”

"Wenfu" is the famous article of Lu Ji of the Western Jin Dynasty, and his descendants Lu Cambodia admired the ancestors and copied the whole article to become a masterpiece of calligraphy. Later facsimiles are basically the characters of Lu Cambodia. Because the authentic works of calligraphy are collected in the hands of various famous families, ordinary students cannot reach them at all. Even the number of hand-copied facsimiles is very scarce, and even if they are in the world, the price is very expensive, and ordinary people cannot afford it. In order to allow poor students to learn calligraphy well, Guozijian selected the works of famous masters from his own collection, and sent people to search for authentic copies from each family, integrated a book of calligraphy, and handed it over to the bookseller to carve and print, which greatly reduced the cost and became the basic teaching material for learning calligraphy.

But this notebook has also been criticized by many people, saying that this calligraphy is tangible and godless, and it is impossible to make any progress if you copy too much, so Mr. Lin took out his own collection of hand-copied copies for students to learn and experience.

As soon as Mr. Lin left, Wei Qingyun packed up her things and prepared to leave, she also has a hand-copied copy at home, which is also made by a master, so she doesn't have to sit in the school building and wait for others to read it. She was just about to go out, but she found that someone had already walked in front of her, and she looked at Si Ying.

Watching Si Ying leave in a hurry, her gaze was a little complicated, and then she withdrew her gaze and left.

Si Ying took out the two pieces of paper that were distributed today, divided one of them, and carefully rolled them together with the paper sent by yesterday's scripture class, she was deliberately frugal today, because she was afraid that there would not be enough paper when writing the topic of the Analects. Today's calligraphy class is the last time to get paper, and then to the exam, it is all self-repair, Peng Zhai has already said, in the future, all changes to self-study classes will not be issued paper, to develop a good habit of thrift. Si Ying rolled another piece of paper flat, picked up a pen and wrote Lu Ji's "Wenfu" silently.

Two days later, Si Ying was busy completing the topic left by Mr. Zhong. The draft had been revised several times, and it was already densely written. Si Ying decided to think about it again tomorrow, so he copied it on a new piece of paper, and if there was another mistake, there was still a piece of paper to copy.

After eating at noon, Si Ying went back to the dormitory to get something, but found Song Wanqing alone in the dormitory looking at the poster in front of her in a daze.

Si Ying was in a good mood, so she asked her: "Wanqing, have you copied it?" ”

Song Wanqing sobbed suddenly, Si Ying was startled, and asked, "Why are you crying, what's wrong?" ”

"Hey, Mr. Lin's hand-copied notebook is defiled by a person, and I don't dare to admit it, I don't know how to explain it to Mr." Song Wanqing's tears were dripping down.

Si Ying asked, "Isn't it passed to each other?" To whom did it get dirty? ”

Song Wanqing snorted and said, "No one wants to admit it, either they say that there is no stain when they are in their hands, or they are already like this when they say that they are in their hands." I'm going to hand it over to Mr. at the end of the month.,What can I do......"

Si Ying said, "I'll take a look." As he spoke, he unfolded the notebook. Seeing the handwriting, she was like a lightning strike, and she was fixed there, and even her breath was a little shorter, and she came back to her senses and pulled out a smile: "This stain is indeed bigger, it seems that it can't be handed back to Mr. like this." Si Ying took out the homework she wrote from her bookbag and gave it to Song Wanqing, and said with a smile: "Why don't you see if you can do this." ”

Song Wanqing took it and opened it and checked it carefully against the facsimile, and then showed a look of surprise: "Oops, it's exactly the same!" Why are you so alike......" After speaking, he smiled embarrassedly: "It's me who made too much fuss, after all, you are different from us......"

"Don't say this, it's just that I've had the opportunity to come a few times before, and if you practice a few more times, you can do it." Si Ying said modestly. Having said that, I smiled bitterly in my heart, this copy of Mr. Lin was her father's handwriting. Gu Lu's two families have been married for generations, and I don't know how many twists and turns there are relatives. At that time, his father also relied on these relationships to find Lu Cambodia's descendants to borrow the real book to observe, and copied it to the real chaos. She has only seen the original handwriting once, and the copy that she took to learn is her father's copy, in order to surprise her father's birthday, she practiced hard for three months, and the stroke of this post is like engraved in her heart, she doesn't need to look at the copy at all, she can write it out by herself when she picks up the pen.

The first time she saw this calligraphy, she recognized it as her father's handwriting, not only in the style of pen movement, but also in his father's habit of dotting a dot close to the corner at the end of the post.

Si Ying suppressed the waves in his heart, and said with a flat smile: "If you think it's okay, just take my copy and return it to Mr., I'll change my font a little and copy it again, which is considered to be handing in homework, but I'll keep this stained facsimile." ”

Song Wanqing said worriedly: "Although your handwriting is difficult to distinguish from the truth and falsehood of this one, and it was written in such a short time, it is still a little different in the end, if Mr. looks carefully, I am afraid that he will not be able to hide it......"

Si Ying looked at the notebook carefully, and said with a smile: "There is no payment and no stamp, the paper is ordinary, and the ink is not good ink, it should be a game of unknown people, Mr. Lin doesn't know where he got it, and he didn't even have a frame, I'm afraid he didn't care about it himself, so he brought it to us as a model." ”

Song Wanqing put her mind at ease: "That's good...... Anyway, if I find out, I'll take it myself. ”

"Do you still have paper?" Si asked.

Song Wanqing panicked again: "Oh, what should I do, today's paper is used up, hey, there is no paper at this time of year, there are only two pieces of paper left in my exercise book, and Zhai Chang will not send ...... again"

"Forget it, I'll do the good thing to the end, but this matter can only be known to you, and you must not tell the third person." Si Ying gave the post she copied to Song Wanqing, carefully holding her father's old post, her fingers along the beautiful handwriting on the paper, the flexible touch of rice paper came from her fingertips, spreading along her arm to the tip of her heart.

The door squeaked open, and the cold wind outside poured in, Si Ying shivered, and suddenly woke up, and looked at the door, Yan Cuier and Zhuang Xuemei were talking and laughing and walking in, and when they saw Si Ying, who usually does not live in the dormitory at noon, they were also stunned, the three of them were opposite, and their expressions were not very good-looking, but Yan Cuier and Zhuang Xuemei didn't dare to provoke Si Ying easily now, so they walked into the house with their faces.

Si Ying didn't bother to pay attention to them, Yu Guang glanced at the two of them, and was stuffing his head and didn't know what to say, Song Wanqing on the other side was carefully looking at the fake post, Si Ying didn't want others, especially Yan and Zhuang to see the clues, so he put the old post in his hand in the book with gentle and fast movements, took what he was going to take, and walked out as usual.