After sending off the scholars who rushed to take the exam, the teaching of the state school returned to its usual calm. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Luo Yan, who is a doctor, is actually more biased towards the management of various systems of state studies according to the division of responsibilities. Just contrary to the heads of the government offices in the court who were busy dying all day long, Luo Yan's life was quite easy. Every day is just to read books, if you encounter the first two days of the small exam and the monthly exam, you will come up with questions, and after the exam, you will help the master to mark the papers. Although it sounds like a cumbersome matter, for students in the state school, it is only a matter of a few hours to come up with the questions, and the marking is only until the final approved grade, which can be completed in one day.

Of course, Luo Yan took advantage of his current position and also started the plan he had been planning for a long time.

It's November, and Golden State, which is located in the northwest, has also been snowing continuously in the past few days. Luo Yan, who doesn't have to care too much about political affairs, is focused on lecturing at the moment. In this way, Luo Yan kept summarizing the knowledge he had learned before, and finally formed his own unique thoughts. Although the personal style is not very obvious at this time, it is already different from that of his own teacher.

During this time, after every lecture, Luo Yan would sort out what he had said, and then send it to Lu Deming in Chang'an. Lu Deming will comment and correct through his handouts. Later, Luo Yan will also explain these omissions in the next lecture.

It was this attitude of not shying away from his mistakes, but at the same time constantly improving, and sharing them with others, that made Luo Yan famous in Golden State. Even scholars from other states were famous, and they traveled far and wide to listen to the lectures. Moreover, with the help of Lu Deming, Luo Yan has the background of reading thousands of books, and his progress is also rapid by day. There were still some omissions in the initial lecture, but in the latest lecture notes, Lu Deming's letter only saw praise and did not have the slightest refutation. This made Luo Yan very happy.

It was another day of rest, and it was snowing in the sky, but the lecture was not interrupted by God's embarrassment. Naturally, the students of the state school moved the desks and chairs in the school yesterday. This is naturally to free up space to the greatest extent, so that the scholars from outside can listen carefully in the school with a fire. Even so, there were still many people who came a little later and could only stand by the window outside the school.

On time, Luo Yan walked in. Nodding to the scholars inside and outside the school, Luo Yan began to speak: "The content I want to talk about today is on poetry, and I must have informed it when I gave a lecture last time. If there are still people who don't know, but don't need to listen to it, they can disperse on their own. This is a habit of Luo Yan, and it is also to make it convenient for foreign scholars to listen to what they want to hear, and they don't have to come in vain.

After waiting for a while, seeing that no one moved, Luo Yan just taught: "What I said today may attract abuse and criticism from the literary world, but the poetry has reached the point where it has to be reformed. "One sentence made the bottom fry. Originally, I thought it was just a lecture on the theory of poetry, but I didn't expect Luo Yan to talk about poetry reform. No wonder it will be said to attract attack.

"Today's poems, five or six out of ten are piled up with gold and jade, which seems to be prosperous, but in fact it is empty, which is really not taken by my generation. Yu has been in the company for five years, and he has participated in the literary meeting only a few times, although some of the poems on the table are pretentious, and some are pretentious, which is really amazing. I only know that gold is gorgeous and dazzling, and jade is talented, but I don't know that everything in the world has its own strengths. If it is good, it will be praised, and if it is bad, it will be supplemented, and it is the way of words. ”

This is Luo Yan's biggest feeling after participating in several cultural meetings in Chang'an. Originally, the life in Chang'an was a bit flashy and luxurious, so that some scholars couldn't bear the loneliness, and often went in and out of those luxurious places. The snow is white jade, the leaves are jade, and everything with a little blue and white can pull jade. And the yellow leaves of late autumn in the afterglow of the sunset are also pulled to gold.

At first glance, it sounds strange, but it's the same tune, and a normal person will be nauseous.

"The poet's words and aspirations, why should they be extravagant? Ruan's cry of desperation, Tao Qian's pastoral joy, is how many words are piled up, and it is just natural. If you want someone to say anything, you must be in and out of the picture. Its ambition is high, its line is thin, and it is smiling. And some people follow the words of their predecessors, and others interrogate and refute them, saying, 'Mr. So-and-so's practice in a certain year is very popular in the world. Now that I have emulated it, and you laugh at me, don't you laugh at yourself for being shallow in your learning? 'Such trivialities, and there is a poem to tell. ”

"The eye must be opened on its own,

The art garden is full of female yellow.

How have dwarves seen in the play,

It's all about the short and the long. ”

In Luo Yan's heart, the text must be Qin, Han and poetry must be prosperous, and the Tang Dynasty is just the nonsense of those ignorant people who exalt themselves. Everything is about progress, and if something does not reach the top, it means that future generations cannot reach this level. It's just that there is a shortage of talent for a while, so it creates an illusion. Luo Yan is also quoting one of the five poems of Zhao Yi's "On Poetry" in the Qing Dynasty.

If you have to refute Zhao Yi's poems, Luo Yan admits it, but the truth told in them can be squeezed into the middle and upper reaches of the poems of the Tang Dynasty. went to Li Du, how much higher can the poetry of the Tang Dynasty be compared with later generations?

If the previous few sentences were still a little serious, but after listening to Luo Yan's casually recited poem, thinking about the meaning, they couldn't help laughing. And the whispering did not last, everyone has had this experience more or less when they have written poetry. His own thoughts are influenced by others, or the thinking of writing poetry is completely copied from his predecessors. It's not so much laughing at Luo Yan's poem as it is laughing at himself.

Waiting for the sentient beings to finish laughing, Luo Yan looked at them very seriously and said, "The legacy of Qi Liang is the sound of beauty. At that time, the nobles had a monopoly on knowledge, and those who were talented in everything did not have to worry about their livelihood at all. Drink and feast all day long, and there will be poetry at the feast. If you don't have extravagance, you will be ridiculed by your peers. In the poem, the taste of the fat powder boudoir is strong, and there are many words and sentences of gold and jade. ”

In fact, the quality of living standards is very important to the literary orientation and the rise and fall of literature. As we all know, it is the legacy of the Wei and Jin dynasties, and many people think that it is a kind of scholarly temperament, but those who really understand history will understand that it is actually a group of fantasy people who escape from reality and moan without illness, because the real literati were either killed by the rulers or starved to death by their own integrity.

What kind of banquet or something, if you don't have money and status, do you have the qualifications and courage to go? Luo Yan wants to lift the lid on this history that people have deliberately forgotten, so that they can think about what culture is used for.

"Nowadays, many people still use Qi Liang's set, which is nothing more than learning to stop at using classics, and the heart is bound to gold and jade. If there is no such general in the world, there will be no Top Gun? No, but there are thousands of elephants in the world, and people have a time when they are poor in words. But if you should make peace, you will not know that you will lose face if you don't know that it will be sung through the ages. ”

Next, Luo Yan gave a systematic explanation of all aspects of the poetry reform that he had been thinking about for a long time, from the openness of the genre to the openness of the mind, a whole set of theories, although it was a sketch, but it took nearly two hours to finish. Unlike the usual elation, many of the scholars who came to listen to the lecture had worried looks, the content of this lecture was too intense, and they were a little worried that Luo Yan's words had come true.

Luo Yan, on the other hand, looked relaxed.

He'd wanted to talk about it for a long time. Not to mention that in his previous life, he was nurtured in various unrestrained poems, let's just talk about this life, and the literary meetings he participated in were simply impressive. There are few dry goods for many scholars, shaking their heads and reading out, it turns out that a poem uses two allusions, and seven words are used up like this, and the next scholar is a sentence that is like gold and jade. Faced with such a situation, what else can Luo Yan do besides hehe.

Seeing that the scholars were standing and not leaving, their eyes were all fixed on themselves, Luo Yan smiled and said to the scholars: "What I said today is just my personal opinion. If you feel justified, you can discuss it with others and make small talk. If you are afraid of being scolded, just say that I said it, and no one will argue with you. As for disagreeing with these views, there is nothing to say. Well, the next lecture will be the first volume of the Book of Rites, and you can spread it on your behalf. Let's go away. ”

After listening to Luo Yan's open-minded words, the scholars bowed to Luo Yan and dispersed on their own.

On the way back to his house, one of the few masters who had come to listen to the lecture objected: "What the Doctor said today is indeed a bit false. Now Cifu is the season of prosperity, and I think that in recent years, many poems, although as the doctor said, there must be golden and jade allusions, but they are also sung in the world. If it is really as the doctor said, wouldn't it be as the vulgar people say, and the slightest interest in reading will be gone. ”

This was said by an elderly master, Luo Yan looked back at him carefully, and then said lightly: "The so-called poems are born to be taken out for people to see. If even the vulgar people can't understand what you have written, why should you cheer in front of everyone if you don't talk to yourself? Three or two people get together and praise each other's articles, which is not an article, let alone a literary world. ”

After saying that, Luo Yan didn't say anything, walked to his house alone, and began to think about how to deal with the next flood of attacks. There are Li Shimin as his backers in different courts, and the things in the literary world are either to persuade others by himself, or he will sink forever. Things have reached this point, and there is no way back.

And the few masters who wanted to oppose Luo Yan's statement were also standing there in a daze at the moment, ignoring the cold weather. Luo Yan's angry words for a while woke up a few people. Zuo Si's "Sandu Fu" can be expensive in Luoyang, and Tao Yuanming's poems can be admired, these are completely different from today's articles and poems, that is, there are too many artificialities, and they can be understood by many people who know a few words.

Thinking of this, several masters also left quietly. In the state school, only the falling snowflakes moved. (To be continued.) )