Chapter 12 The boy goes out

Six-year-old children take the test for children, Dahua has not been up and down for five hundred years, so when Uncle Wen Guang signed up for Zhu Zhenguo, it caused a sensation in the county. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhu Xu took care of the simple luggage, loaded the pen, ink, paper and inkstone with a small basket, and the servant put the things to be used for the exam on the horse, the fourth uncle Zhu Wenyuan carried Zhu Zhenguo into the carriage, and a small guy led the carriage forward, followed by a few horses, and a few strong men sat on the horse, it was Zhu Qiang who rode the horses in the village with a few military men, and also equipped with a short knife. Obviously, it is something ordered by the second uncle, and the way of the world is different. It's only a dozen miles to the county seat, and it's still a well-built galloping road, and there are horses that can't walk for half an hour, which shows that Zhu Wenzhong has a baby for this nephew.

Zhu Wenyuan was afraid that his nephew would not be able to stand the bumps, and the little guy who had been rich in driving the car was a little slower, although the gallop road was very smooth, there were inevitably stones and ruts, and it was just an ordinary horse, and it was a little bumpy when he walked fast.

Outside the car, Zhu Qiang drove his horse and drove beside the window of the carriage and said with a smile: "Can the little boy pass the boy's test?" ”

"If you pass the test, isn't it just memorizing and writing silently, and echoing the context before and after, it's too simple." Zhu Zhenguo is really confident, he is not only proficient in memorizing scriptures, he has learned calligraphy in his previous life, and he has practiced for two years in this life.

"The little boy is so powerful, I don't know if the little boy can write poetry, if you want to compose poems back, it will be a real literary and qu star." Zhu Qiang is teasing children, I didn't want Zhu Zhenguo to really compose poems, six-year-old children can compose poems, that is a monster.

"Uncle Qiang, what's so difficult about composing poetry, it's at your fingertips. What does Uncle Qiang want me to compose poems in? Zhu Zhenguo also has the intention to show off. You have to start showing off, as long as the show is successful, convincing the second uncle to teach him to practice martial arts in the future is also one more rhetoric and more confidence.

Zhu Qiang didn't expect this little boy to really dare to compose poems, and he paused for a while, Zhu Qiang was a man who didn't know three big characters, and suddenly asked him to write poems, which was really a bit embarrassing, and the big girl got on the sedan chair.

Zhu Wenyuan in the car was a little surprised, although his nephew is very smart on weekdays, he can understand everything without ordering, and reading is half the effort, but he has never heard him compose poems, so he couldn't help but be interested and continued: "Since Guo'er wants to compose poems, then it should be appropriate, how about using this roadside tree as the theme?" ”

Zhu Zhenguo thought in his heart, what is the difficulty of this, the books he has read for more than ten years in his previous life are not in vain, so he said: "One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces, nine pieces, ten pieces, countless pieces, flying into the flowers, I can't see them." This poem was originally written by Zheng Banqiao Yongxue, and the last sentence was originally "Flying into the plum blossoms are not seen", highlighting the heavy snow, only the plum blossoms standing. was changed by Zhu Zhenguo, which directly means that the leaves have fallen, although the artistic conception is less, it seems quite ordinary, but it also happens to be in line with Zhu Zhenguo's identity as a six-year-old child.

Although the poem is ordinary, but Zhu Wenyuan applauded again and again, attracting Zhu Qiang next to him also applauded again and again, this nephew is really born to read the material, the heart is very happy, and there is a heart to take the school examination, but also hope that the nephew can bring another surprise, just after the Mid-Autumn Festival, the aroma of roadside osmanthus is fragrant, Zhu Wenyuan said: "The country is talented, and then take this roadside osmanthus as the theme to a song." ”

This time, Zhu Zhenguo didn't think about plagiarism, he thought for a while and said slowly: "Fourth uncle, the child has filled in a song of waves and sand, and the fourth uncle tastes one or two?" ”

When Zhu Wenyuan heard it, he could still fill in the words, which was really amazing, and he was even more interested: "Guo'er can also fill in the words, it's really amazing, it's amazing, say it quickly." ”

Zhu Zhenguo doesn't sell Guanzi either, it's rare to have a chance to perform, Lang Lang said: "It's hard to fly back when the leaves fall, what kind of autumn is it, the west wind doesn't know how difficult to separate." I read the drizzle day and night, and I have a heart.

A few times to point cinnamon, a few days, just wait for the next year and the moon to be full. Wait for the fragrance to fall asleep silently, is it difficult to say goodbye? (Lao Zhu original)

After listening to this song "Waves and Sands", Zhu Wenyuan seemed to have some thoughts in his heart, and remembered the feeling when he was worried about his second brother when he went out and did not return. looked at his nephew, he was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth, is this nephew a demon, he made such words at the age of six, and he didn't know how to describe it. Even if you want to make a work like this, you have to have the right time and place and some luck.

"Guo'er read it again." Saying that, Zhu Wenyuan hurriedly took out a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, which meant that he wanted to copy it immediately, which was definitely a good work.

Zhu Zhenguo was also surprised, reading the words on his lips, and muttering in his heart: Is it a bit too much, which frightened the fourth uncle.

After the transcription was completed, Zhu Wenyuan put away the pen and ink, spread out the paper and continued to blow the undried ink with his mouth, and said with a smile for a while: "Haha, my Zhu family is blessed by God, out of Zhenguo Qilin'er, it will be developed in the future, and the fourth uncle will follow the light." ”

Although Zhu Qiang didn't understand poetry, he saw that the fourth master solemnly copied the words of the little prince on the paper, and he knew that it was a big deal, and he also echoed: "The little prince is a Wenqu star, and someone in the village has already said it, it seems to be true." ”

Before, the people in the village said that Zhu Zhenguo was a Wenqu star, and most of them were touting and flattering, Zhu Qiang really thought so when he said it now, he didn't read any books, he just felt that the reader was amazing, and the person who could make good poems at the age of six was even more amazing, and Zhu Qiang didn't know what to use to describe it.

Zhu Zhenguo himself didn't know how to answer, and said modestly that he was a six-year-old child, and it was even more inappropriate to nod his head in agreement, only to look at it with the innocent eyes unique to children, probably to mean that I didn't know what was going on to write this "Waves and Sands".

Zhu Wenyuan saw him like this, so he explained: "Guo'er, your fourth uncle of "Waves and Sands" can't usually write it, you are really born talented, born talented. ”

Zhu Zhenguo said innocently: "Is it so powerful?" ”

Zhu Wenyuan also seemed to be amused: "It's amazing, my nephew is the best." ”

Zhu Qiang also seemed to be honored, shaking his head and shaking his head, and even the horses under him walked briskly.