Chapter 87 Chang'an melon seeds are expensive

Hearing that Xu Qing had a second poem in a blink of an eye, he was secretly surprised, and only heard Xu Qing say: "But this poem is not a scene, it is what I got from seeing the vast and boundless snow scene of Qujiang Pond and connecting it with my experience some time ago." Everyone only said that it was okay, and Xu Qing read: "Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear." Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow. Xu Qing's voice was thick, his expression was deep, and under the emotion, a picture of depression and loneliness appeared in the minds of everyone present for a while.

Shen Sancong listened to this poem, and felt that he was not as good as Xu Qing in his life, and when everyone was in the aftertaste, he quietly withdrew from the inner garden and disappeared.

"The teacher is above, the disciple Qi Xin has seen the teacher!"

"Poof!" Xu Qingzheng enjoyed the feeling of fascinating everyone, Qi Xin knelt down, and directly worshiped Xu Qing as a teacher, Xu Qing almost choked.

"Shangguan, this ......" Xu Qing asked Shangguan Yi with wide eyes.

"Disciple Gao Yue, meet the teacher!" Qi Xin's matter Xu Qing was still confused, and Gao Yue bowed at Xu Qing's feet again, attracting all the visitors, so there was a burst of exclamations.

"Tut-tut, you two are fast, I also want to worship the sixth brother as a teacher......" Shangguan Yi waved his head and joked: "But I'm worshipping now, isn't it your junior brother?" That's not going to work...... Fortunately, the sixth brother and I are brothers, and you will have to teach my uncle in the future! ”

Where did Xu Qing dare to accept any apprentices, he helped up the two of them and said: "You don't have to be like this, how can I be virtuous, hurry up, and I will be a brother in the future!" ”

"Then, then you will also make us poets......"

"Okay, okay......" Xu Qing nodded and said, thinking about it, I am afraid that it will not be perfunctory to them, and said in my heart, Mr. Wang Guowei, I am sorry that you are old. Xu Qing stood behind the railing by the Qujiang Pond, stood with his hands in his hands, and said slowly:

"To write poetry, the poet must be in and out of the universe. It is within it, so it can be written. Out of the ordinary, so it can be observed. In it, it is alive. Out of the ordinary, so there is elegance. The poet must have the meaning of despising external objects, so he can live as a slave. It must also have the meaning of attaching importance to external objects, so it can share sorrow and happiness with flowers and birds. ”

"There are two realms of writing poetry, the realm of self and the realm of non-self." Tearful eyes ask flowers, and the red flies away", there is my realm; "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan", there is no realm of self. There is my realm, I look at things, so everything is my color; In the realm of selflessness, we look at things with things, so we don't know what is me and what is things. ”

"You can get started by consulting the preface, and you will have a realm after you break through the language, and as for the future, you can explore on your own, or unrestrained, or graceful, you can become a family of your own, so keep in mind."

After Xu Qing finished speaking, he was stunned, took Xun Xue'er and walked away, looking like an immortal, but in fact he was panicked. Xu Qingxin said, what I said is that you can understand it yourself, and I will not be responsible for interpreting it.

In a corner, Yuan Tiangang asked:

"Pei Lao, you also know a lot about poetry, what do you think of this?"

"Starting a sect and establishing a sect is not an exaggeration...... Pei Lian's eyes are like torches.

The matter of the poetry meeting almost instantly became popular in Chang'an, and the streets and alleys, restaurants, restaurants, and willow lanes of the Red Mansion all carried out activities around Xu Chuliu:

Boudoir:

"Xu Gongzi, why does he have a wife? Woo woo woo woo ...... "A woman in the boudoir listened to the story and cried to death.

"Xu Gongzi's wife is so talented, Xu Gongzi's vision is so high, I will wait for ......" Another woman was sad, she couldn't eat for a few days, and she couldn't sleep well.

Alley:

"Xu Dacai's fame is so good, even the little baby knows it!" A peasant woman touched her son's head and said proudly, because his son had just read a whole poem!

"I think the yellow dog written by Xu Dacai is the best!" A craftsman at the construction site chatted while working.

Street:

"Let's go, buy a leather jacket, and a felt hat...... a robed boy hurried to the West Market.

"What do you buy, it's rustic!" The other is that the young master is puzzled.

"What do you know, the first genius in Chang'an wears this, which big girl and little daughter-in-law are not fascinated by this dress, this is this year's popular style!" The robed boy explained eagerly.

A poem is famous all over the world, and the city is full of leather jackets, and the literati of later generations sighed.

Restaurant:

"You don't know, Xu Caizi is not only a great poet, but also a general!"

"Storyteller, isn't it the story of you and Xu Gongzi? Come and listen to me! ”

"It is said that Xu Chu straddles a white horse with six feet, carries an iron spear, and protects himself with a silver helmet, which is a majestic ......."

"you, that's not Zhao Zilong! Get the money back for me! ”

At the Bazaar:

"Hey, big girl and little daughter-in-law, pay attention, here Xu Caizi has eaten melon seed shells!" A hawker stood on a high place and beckoned to sell, and passers-by gathered around and asked:

"Oh? True or false! ”

"How can there be fake, I do business, fake one pays ten!" The peddler took out one of them, shook them in the crowd for a while, and said, "There is still Xu Caizi's saliva on it, don't believe it!" ”

"Ah, Xu Caizi's saliva, tsk, I want it, give me a five-petal melon seed shell!"

"One hundred wen!"

Xu Caisai Poetry Club, Chang'an melon seeds are expensive, and later generations of poets sighed so.

In an ambiguous little house:

"Ho, a sail, a paddle, a fishing boat!" Said the person above.

"Linen falls...... A fisherman, a hook...... Ahhh......h

"Ahhh......h

"Childe, have all your birds flown away?"

"Hey, hey, at a glance...... What's the catch? Oh! Whew......"

At this time, Xu Qing, the door was closed, and the "Luonan County Bo" sign that had just been hung was put away, and the door was really closed.

The days will always dilute everything, because the days ahead will always be full of surprises and unexpected encounters.

Xu Chuliu's frenzy was frozen by a heavy snowfall, and although Xu Chuliu could often be heard talking about Xu Chuliu in the days to come, singing and reading his poems, it was no longer so fanatical.

Another grand event, the largest promotion ladder of Han scholars, the imperial court's talent selection ceremony, and the first imperial examination of the founding of the Tang Dynasty, will be held in Chang'an, the ancient capital of thousands of years, in this snowy winter!

The students who have lived in Chang'an for a long time have begun to cheer each other on and are eager to try. One day, Xu Qing seemed to have fewer people at home, and re-hung the sign of "Luonan County Bo". In less than half a day, there was a knock on the door, Xu Qing was playing in the snow in the outer courtyard, and opened the door easily. I only saw one student, wearing a thin shirt and robe, shivering from the cold. But between the eyebrows and eyes, there is still stubbornness, and the proud bones stand in the cold wind, like an ancient pine.

The student handed over an equally thin piece of paper and said:

"Student Sun Fujia, a small poem, please ask Master Xu for guidance."

Xu Qing was shocked, it turned out to be the "number one champion" Sun Fujia, and hurriedly welcomed Sun Fujia in, hot soup and charcoal, and added a fur fur to him, before sitting down with him and talking in detail.