[Today's second chapter, ask for red tickets, collect. ] 】

Turning around, I walked into the side hall, and the sound in the courtyard gradually became inaudible. Lu Ming also followed, he actually wanted to listen to it again, but Han Gang left, and he also knew that it was inconvenient to stay alone. Although he never admitted it, he was actually desperate for Jinshi in his heart, otherwise he would not have led Han Gang to the east and west, so he only kowtowed to Taiyi to seek peace of mind.

Han Gang walked in the side hall and met a person. He is slender and straight, and his appearance is surprisingly handsome, graceful and suave, and there is no one in the world. Among the people Han Gang has seen recently, Wang Hou can be regarded as handsome, Wang Junwan is a few points stronger than Wang Hou, but compared with this person, it is all down. The man passed by Han Gang, and when he saw Han Gang looking at him, he smiled and nodded slightly, and walked over naturally.

"What a rare romantic character!" Han Gang praised.

"Han Guanren will not lose to him." Lu Ming patted his ass.

Han Gang shook his head and said with a smile: "I know my own family affairs. ”

The handsome young man walked out of the small door of Han Gang's side hall, walked up to the corridor, and several scholars who were sitting in the courtyard to enjoy the plum and snow and drink and write poems suddenly made a noise.

The loud voice sounded first: "Cai Yuanchang, you're late!" ”

"I saw the message left by Zhao Zhengfu below, but I didn't delay at all."

"I'm right, the chief likes banquets the most, and he will come when he hears the news." The Fujian accent also followed.

"Qiang Shuzhong, just you talk a lot."

"Why don't you see Yuandu?"

"The seventh brother is studying in the room and refuses to come out."

"Was it the last time I went back and vomited?"

"Seriously, you two brothers have too different temperaments. Yuandu is afraid of seeing people, afraid of going to the banquet, and will vomit when he goes back after drinking wine and tea, and you Cai Yuanchang heard that he was going to have a banquet, so he rushed over. Don't look at it, and in a few days it will be in the tribute house. ”

"Shangguan Yanheng, you said this from someone who is also sitting here?!"

Han Gang didn't know what to do, and it was Cai Jing, who had been famous through the ages, and Cai Taishi in the future. At this time, he was circling in the side hall of the West Taiyi Palace, his eyes lingering on the wall. Not surprisingly, there is a white wall with the same inscription poem as Li Guangmiao in the side hall, which is whitewashed with lime, which is used by the sao people who come here to play to leave ink treasures. However, there is a difference between the West Taiyi Palace and Li Guangmiao, which is that these walls are not only full of ink, but also thousands of poems, covering the lower half of the entire wall, and several places are shrouded in pieces of green yarn, I don't know why.

Lu Ming saw Han Gang staring at the green yarns, and explained with a smile: "The poems that can be covered by the green yarn are either from the hands of famous artists, or written by high-ranking officials and eunuchs. With the green sarong, in order to show the meaning of respect. He looked around the four walls of the temple and suddenly sighed at the passage of time, "It seems that there are many more covers than when I came before." ”

"I see!" Han Gang nodded, stepped forward, and uncovered the nearest piece of green yarn. Then he let out a 'huh' and stood still.

After the green yarn, it is neither a quatrain poem of five words and seven words, nor a long and short sentence that can be sung, but two rare six words. The words are like a slanting wind and drizzle, although they do not fit closely, but they have their own charm hidden in them.

"The willow leaves are green and dark, the lotus is red and the moon is red, and the spring water is thirty-six times, and the white head wants to see Jiangnan."

The fame of Yangzhou Thirty-six is very big, and Han Gang has heard of it. Look at the fish pond outside the partial hall again, the withered willow by the pond, the residual lotus in the pond, if you come here in the summer, there will be the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River to reappear in front of you. No wonder the author of this poem was moved by this. He recalled the scenery of Jiangnan at his fingertips, and his time in Jiangnan must be not short.

Bai Lotian has many songs "Remembering Jiangnan", and Han Gang is also familiar with it. He only felt that the song in front of him 'Bai Shou wants to see Jiangnan' was simple and unadorned, but the sense of poetry was not inferior to Bai Juyi's 'Old Scenery'. The author's reminiscence of Jiangnan style is condensed between the lines. Let him read it, and he can't help but yearn for it.

It's no wonder that it can be covered with green yarn, this level is the top in both the Tang and Song dynasties. ’

Han Gang praised it for a long time, and then chanted another song next to him, the same six-character quatrain, the same font, from the same person at that time,

"Thirty years ago, my father and brother held my things, and today I come back to Baishou, and I am fascinated by the traces I want to find."

The sound of chanting echoed in the hall, and a sadness of the vicissitudes of life suddenly came to his heart, even if Han Gang didn't know poetry anymore, he could still make judgments on the most basic good or bad. Poetry and romance, two poems of six words, twenty-four characters each. The former lamented that he had left his hometown, and the latter lamented that the old days were difficult to revisit. The image of an old civil servant who has been adrift for many years is alive in my heart.

Han Gang shook his head and sighed, it is worthy of Kaifeng, but it is much stronger than the poems in Li Guangmiao's eyes that are not even as good as 'visit here'. Wait until he will go to Qinzhou, find a few small workers, get some lime over, and paint the inner wall of Li Guangmiao well, and don't keep the dirty things.

"Ahh Lu Ming suddenly screamed.

"What's wrong?" His heart was startled by the cry from the two wonderful words, and Han Gang turned his head and asked very unhappily.

saw Lu Ming's finger pointing to the back of the poem, shaking like chaff, and his expression was as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Linchuan Wang ......" Han Gang looked over and almost lost his voice, but he immediately woke up, and his voice immediately lowered again, "...... Linchuan Wang Anshi! ”

It turned out to be Wang Anshi's poem! The masterpiece of a country's governance is written on the wall, protected by a blue gauze tent!

Han Gang looked back at the handwriting of the two poems carefully, and he didn't pay attention to it, but now that he saw it, it was indeed Wang Anshi's handwriting. Wang Anshi is anxious, so the fonts are like a slanting wind and drizzle, and the signature is drawn, and the word "stone" at the back of the painting is also a casual stroke, which looks like a "bad" word at first glance. Han Gang read a few private messages from Wang Shao, and Wang Hou also said a few jokes about the font of Wang Anshi's signature and painting, and he was very impressed.

Since coming to this era, when Wang Anshi is mentioned, his ears are full of changes and changes, which makes him completely forget, he is one of the eight masters of the Tang and Song dynasties!

Han Gang came back and read the two poems again, twice, three times, and the admiration continued.

is worthy of being a member of the eight families of the Tang and Song dynasties. Among the eight great families of the Tang and Song dynasties, Han Yu's position is the most special, and in literature, he is the pioneer of the ancient literature movement. In Confucianism, he was the originator of many schools of Song Studies. During the Tang Dynasty, Buddhism flourished, Confucianism declined, and Han Yu was born, revitalizing Confucianism and the vast holy religion. Han Gang is under Zhang Zaimen, and whenever Han Yu is mentioned among classmates, most of them are called Han Zi.

And Wang Anshi is not slightly worse than Han Yue, the paper is collected, but it is enough to look at two poems, not to mention that there are 'spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River' and 'only the dark fragrance comes', in terms of status, compared to Han Yu who was the servant of the final official department, Wang Anshi's status at this time is much higher. As for Sansu and Zeng Gong, who are among the eight major families, they are far inferior to Wang Anshi at this time, but they have a literary name, such a person, the Great Song Dynasty has never been less than a hundred years since the founding of the country. Ouyang Xiu, who is now an official abroad, can compare with Wang Anshi.

Just by the wall, there are pen and ink on several horizontal tables. This is prepared for the people who wander around the palace to write when they are in high spirits. Next to Wang Anshi's poems, one wall is surrounded by six words that are in harmony with him, most of which are secondary rhymes, that is, they use the same rhyme foot with Wang Anshi's two poems. Han Gang swept over, but none of them could catch his eye. Writing poetry is to reveal true feelings, but poetry is fun, and poetry is better than the original poem, which is really rare.

Han Gang looked at it, and suddenly had a bit of a mischievous mentality, and there was a song in his memory that could be used. I have never been good at poetry, even if I want to plagiarize, I can't find much in my stomach, and if the plagiarized poems are too good, they will be exposed - the poor are rich, and anyone will doubt the origin of the money - but there are also some poems, although they are not gorgeous, simple and easy, but because they are sensitive, they have the power to move people's hearts. Even if you write a poem like that, you won't be discussed.

Han Gang walked to the table, poured some water into the stone inkstone, picked up the ink block and slowly grinded it. Lu Ming stood by and watched. When he was young, he was also conceited and talented, and when he was interested, he wrote poems, and he thought he was excellent, and spent a lot of time and painstaking revision and compilation. It's just that now, I don't have that kind of mood anymore.

After grinding, Han Gang picked up the pen, dipped the inkstone in thick ink, and stood in front of the white wall. The first time he asked the wall, Han Gang didn't have the slightest timidity in his heart, he didn't write his own things, he was not afraid of losing face, and with the poems he wanted to write, he would not lose face. Lifting his pen and luckily, he splashed ink on the snow-white wall.

"Withered vines, old trees, crows?"

The first sentence catches the eye, Lu Ming is a strange, why is it not a rhyme and a poem?

Han Gang picked up the pen and changed the line, and the second sentence was written casually, "The small bridge and the flowing water are people." ”

Lu Ming nodded lightly, and when the two sentences were read together, they had a little taste.

Han Gang's pen does not stop, "the ancient road west wind thin horse ......"

As soon as the three sentences came out, although it was only a concatenation of nine words, the desolation of the late autumn and the remnant of winter had risen spontaneously, and the northwest autumn and winter where everything was withered was portrayed into the wood. Lu Ming quietly waited for Han Gang's last sentence. Wang Anshi's 'Bai Shou wants to see Jiangnan', the first three sentences talk about the scene, and the last sentence is where the whole poem lies, although Han Gang does not use the rhyme of his poem, but the structure of the poem is exactly the same, and the last sentence is the key to boosting the whole poem.

Han Gang did it in one go, and six words appeared on the wall again, "The broken intestine is at the end of the world!" ”

On the wall, from right to left, four sentences are written vertically. After the whole poem was written, Han Gang took a step back, held the pen, and read the whole poem. Wang Anshi's poems rhyme with each other. But Han Gang imitated the same structure and deleted Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha", if you don't look at the level and rhyme, it can be regarded as a match.