Twenty-Nine: Refuting Rumors (II)

After Jin Lao finished admiring, he remembered those rumors, and said angrily on the spot, "With this poem, who said that the 'You Richun Huai' before Wen Wan was written by the old Song Dynasty, I will definitely not spare them." It is hateful and hateful to slander Lao Song and the county lord like this. He didn't believe the rumors, but the rumors were too much. What they say is also useless.

A Confucian surnamed Zhou next to him smiled and said: "It's just strange, the county lord has such talent, but he doesn't need it." It's inevitable that people will be worried. Old Song, you should rejoice. If it weren't for this, we wouldn't have been able to read the master's masterpiece. "If Wen Wan had taken out a few poems at three or five o'clock, there would have been no such rumors.

Wen Wan lowered her head in embarrassment. She's going to be the real deception. Ahem, after this time, find a reason. I don't do poetry anymore.

Everyone continued to visit the garden, and Wen Wan saw this posture, and guessed that ∧ couldn't help but secretly complain. Shouldn't they plan to ask her to write one poem ♀ every time they go to a garden, but they have to write five poems today. God, Wen Wan thought that if it was true, she would have to cry without tears

Among the four great Confucians, Peng Lao is not only the highest in poetry, but also very elite. He could feel that although Wen Wan's poem was indeed well written, he felt that this poem should have been done in advance. He didn't dare to say that it was plagiarism or anything, after all, there was no evidence. However, they can't be broken. If they are asked to be witnesses, they should show their exact skills. So he smiled lightly: "There are many wisteria flowers here, and the county lord does not prevent him from writing a poem with the theme of wisteria flowers." ”

Xia Yao brought red date porridge. Let her drink something first, and then think about it later. Wen Wan is sad to death, where is the appetite. Let her take it down.

Wen Wan didn't know how many brain cells died, so she thought of a more appropriate poem:

Wisteria

Xiao Xiao is alone at home without a companion, and he is in the quiet of spring.

The green trees are crying a hundred words, and the fragrant wind blows away the wisteria flowers.

Although this one is not a masterpiece, it is worse than the previous one. But after all, it's everyone's own question. Everyone also thinks that it is right, and no one dares to pat their chests and say that I can recite a good poem now, not only to ♀ see and learn, but also to have an atmosphere and a sense of context. It's rare to be able to get a good piece of Wen Wan's previous song. If a masterpiece is so easy to obtain, it is not called a masterpiece.

Walking to another place, the others saw what Peng Lao meant, and since they wanted them to be witnesses, they naturally had to make a proposition according to their intentions. Zhang Lao, one of the four, said with a smile: "It's autumn now, county lord, why not take autumn as the theme, don't stick to the situation, not limited to the boudoir." I don't know what the county is thinking? ”

Wen Wan understands that this is not only to take autumn as the theme, but also to write the special scenery in this courtyard, and it is best to be able to enter the world. Ahem, that's a very narrow question. Wen Wan was worried. But fortunately, after a small half a day, I finally wrote:

Autumn Fu

The autumn heart is like the sea and the tide, but there is an autumn soul that cannot be recruited.

The desert canna is in the arm, and the ancient jade is worn as the waist.

The sword of the northwest is cold, and the sound is full of sheng in several places in the southeast.

Fighting big stars are rotten countless times, and they fall into the treetops in January.

Peng Lao exclaimed: "Yes, this poem has a good mood and atmosphere. Good, good. This will make them come up with the question, and it will also limit the artistic conception of the question. Wen Wan can still do it. proves that Wen Wan does have real talent and learning.

Wen Wan was embarrassed∧ but she was bitter. You must know that she told the teacher that there was only one courtyard‖ and Wen Wan was secretly glad that it was only five courtyards, and there were no ten courtyards. Otherwise, she would have to die.

Coming to Meiling, the scenery is good. However, the plum blossoms have to wait for the winter to bloom ♀ without a scene, and it is not as lively as the previous scenes. Wen Wan thought she could escape.

Song Luoyang said: "Wen Wan, I also wrote three poems." It's better to write a poem this time. The topic is not limited. "As long as you write it in court, you don't have to limit the poem to death.

Wen Wan searched the intestines and scraped the belly, and a face was rolled into a twist ☆ before he could write:

"Full Court Fang"

The rain falls on the begonia, the green fan plantain; frost branch nail chrysanthemum, vine climbing wisteria; The snow is full of snow, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. The sunset on the wheels, the grass in the garden, the afterglow of the scattered clouds, and the gradual psychedelic scene. Change the color every day, and those who are like rolling autumn days, who is worthy.

Everyone commented on a few songs together, and the first song was the best. Everyone continues to walk, and the back is not bad. Come to the last yard, the Falling Chrysanthemum Courtyard.

Among the four great Confucians, Zhou Lao, who has always been unsmiling and known as strict and upright (it can be seen that several people invited by Song Luoyang also spent a lot of thought) said: "Since this is a courtyard full of chrysanthemums. Today, the county lord took "Asking Chrysanthemum" as the title and took the proud autumn chrysanthemum as the meaning. In the past, Tao Gong had a talented chrysanthemum under the east fence, and leisurely saw the eternal sentences of Nanshan. Today, I can look forward to it, the county lord's masterpiece. ”

Wen Wan is about to end the ♀ topic, and one is more tricky than the other. Ahem, poor her brain cells don't know how many have died.

Several other people secretly said that this topic is good. A few touched their beards. nodded at Song Luoyang, and then looked at Wen Wanle, who was so pitiful that her brows were knotted, and smiled.

Xia Yao was grinding ink on the side. If you want to kill people or something, she can still help (poetry and lyrics, she can't help it. It took Wen Wan a long time to write:

"Ask Ju"

I don't know what to know about the autumn situation, and I muttered to knock on the east fence:

Who is hiding in the lonely standard? Is the same flowering as late at the bottom?

Why is it lonely? Can Honggui stinging disease be lovesick?

If there is no talk in the world, why not talk about it.

Xia Yao brought the food, and Wen Wan couldn't eat a bite. Cough, tired, body tired, heart even more tired. After everyone finished speaking, they looked very good.

Wen Wan secretly vomited, saying that the literati were not in good health. Why did these five people finish her garden? I didn't see anyone gasping for breath.

After viewing the five courtyards, return to the main garden, there is a mirror heart lake in the garden. I saw the lake full of flower petals. The wind blew, and the surrounding flowers also fell. Everyone watched the colorful flowers in the garden, and the picturesque scenery ☆ was deeply intoxicated.

Xia Yao asked the evening meal to be sorted out here, and said with a smile: "County Lord, this garden full of falling flowers is disturbed, it is a rare beauty. The flowers are passing away, but it is sad to watch. The county lord can write a poem on the theme of falling flowers. I wonder what the county thinks? "Wen Wan's first few poems have proven their strength. If the county lord has the heart to study, he can definitely stay through the ages and become a generation of great writers (gentle and embarrassed).

Wen Wan wants to cry, and here she comes again. She won't give up if she doesn't die, right? It's been night from the morning toss and this is the night. Her mind was in a mess. It's all poetry. There was no way, and finally Wen Wan continued to think about it.

I didn't write until the moon climbed the treetops:

"Falling Flowers"

The scenery of the mirror garden is the first in the world, and the flowers fall sadly and pass away in autumn.

Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.

Peng Lao read it himself, was overjoyed, and clapped his hands and praised: "Okay, a good sentence: 'Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.'" 'Good, good. ”

Several people listened to this poem and also clapped it loudly. Several other great Confucians praised each other. The word five poems, none of which is bad, are all very good. Especially the two songs before and after, which are the most outstanding.

But which of the two is the leader, the five people argue endlessly. Each has its own preferences, some say that the first song is the best, and some say that the fifth song is the best. According to Peng Lao, it is still the fifth best "one, in the end, there is little time to think."

Wen Wan lowered her head. Xia Yao came over and asked Wen Wan to eat, but Wen Wan couldn't eat anything. My brain is in a mess and my stomach is empty.

Peng Lao was also impressed. Except for the poem written by Wen Wan, Man Tingfang was a little unexpected, and the others were very close to him: "County Lord, next time a few of us will gather to enjoy flowers and chant poems." You must enjoy the light. "The words are much more respectful than just now. Although Wen Wan is still young, she is indeed full of talent and learning, and she lives up to this reputation.

These gatherings, for some students, are coveted. Any Confucian will be of great help to them. It's a pity that Wen Wan is discouraged. When it comes to debunking something, she is not afraid ♀ that in the past ten years, she has learned a lot. I didn't learn ten percent of the teacher, but five or six percent of them definitely learned. Coupled with the fact that these people have read a lot of books, it is enough to cope with these shrewd old men. But she really wasn't interested in ♀ this kind of thing, and the time was completely chasing ducks to the shelves.

Wen Wan shook her head: "Sir, forgive me, I really don't like poetry." Also, I'm too busy to have time to delve into it. ”

Song Luoyang scolded: "Since you have such talents, why don't you write." This talent has been wasted. It also provoked everyone to say that you deceived the world and stole your name. If you can write more poetry, where would anyone dare to slander you like this? Song Luoyang reprimanded on his mouth, but the corners of his mouth were raised∑ look, I don't like to be able to write such good poems, and gently give her a long face, a big long face."

Wen Wan muttered in her heart, I was originally a deception. Rumors are true. It's just that you can't say it. In fact, she didn't want these false names.

Xia Yao hurriedly walked out and said, "Sir, the county lord can't eat a mouthful of food all day today. Don't embarrass the county lord anymore. ”

Song Luoyang is not good at the moment, and when he is forced to do something, he is also distressed: "Let's not talk about these for the time being, I'm also hungry ∠ Eat......"

Soon, a table of wine and food was served. Five people, drinking gentle home-brewed, called good wine. After Jin Lao finished drinking, he was amazed: "But I didn't expect that the county lord would have such a fine wine here." The scenery is beautiful and the wine is beautiful, if it is an old music, it will be even more beautiful. ”

Peng Lao and a few others said happily: "Lao Jin, come, play a song °C and this timbre will be missing." Hurry. ”

Immediately, Jin Lao played a song. The crowd happily let him continue drinking. But somehow, Jin Lao sighed: "Cough, Old Song, you have accepted such a talented disciple." It's a pity that I originally wanted to take Fuxi Gongzi as an apprentice, but unfortunately he said that he had a teacher. I regretted it for a long time. I didn't expect him to die so early. If it's still there, maybe more masterpieces will be created. God is cruel and jealous