Chapter Twenty-One: Goose Goose Goose

The child is a very amazing creature. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Prodigies are not uncommon, Cao Chong is called an elephant at the age of five, Xiang Lu is a saint teacher at the age of seven, Luo Bin Wang wrote "Song of the Goose" at the age of seven, and Gan Luo worships the prime minister at the age of twelve.

What's more, the children of later generations have been cultivating various talents since they were young, and they will never be left behind.

When Xie An returned to the main hall with his own poems, he heard that Wang Daozheng and everyone were commenting on the joint painting of Gu Yuezhi and Gu Qingyue's brother and sister.

Gu Yue turned seven years old in the early spring and liked to paint scenery and scenery; Gu Qingyue is five years old and loves to draw people.

In this small bamboo forest gathering, Gu Yuezhi's painting is the snow scene of the bamboo forest, under the faint light of the cloud curtain, the bamboo forest is clear, the long leaves support the snow, the frost and wind caress lightly, the leaves are obliquely falling, the brushstrokes are deep or light or shallow or steep, the artistic conception has been formed, and the unique flavor has been achieved.

Gu Qingyue drew the children at tonight's party in the remaining blank space, Gu Yuezhi and Lu Na were playing chess, Xiao Langjun was full of eyebrows, one was in the jaw chief test and the other was about to lose.

Gu Qingyue said with regret: "I didn't paint all the people present, for fear of losing the quiet artistic conception in my brother's painting." ”

Wang Jing, Wang Huzhi, and Lu Na had already submitted their works tonight, Xie Wan and Ji You also handed them in later, and Xie An was the latest, making up a reason to get lost and fooling the past.

When Xie An handed in the manuscript of tonight's poem, he faintly felt like a final exam, but he was a transfer student, and no one was too harsh on him, and his behavior of letting the dishes at the table before had won the favor of many people.

Especially Ji You's grandfather, Ji Zhan, who looked sick but had an extraordinary bearing, smiled kindly at him.

Ji You said a few words beside Ji Zhan, and then ran to the Xie family's seat and said to Xie An, "Grandpa asked you to go to my house to play when you are free." ”

Ji Zhan's family is the most luxurious residence in Wuyi Lane, after all, the Ji family is the leader of the Jiangzuo Shi clan and has been in business for several generations, while Gu Lu's two Jiangzuo Shi clan tyrant families are all in other places, but they also have residences in Wuyi Lane, which are not as luxurious as the Ji family, just for the convenience of coming and going.

Tonight, many Eastern Jin Dynasty scribes gathered, many of whom had the qualifications of the three lists, Wang Dao, Ji Zhan, Tao Kan, Yu Liang, Wen Qiao, and Huan Yi all became the main critics.

Everyone first looked at Lu Na's manuscript.

Lu Na's family has an elder Lu Play, Lu Play is Lu Xun's nephew, and he is good at calligraphy, when Wang Dao first came to Jiangdong, in order to have a good relationship with the southern scholars, he also asked to marry Lu Play, but was refused.

Speaking of Lu Na's calligraphy, he inherited the strength and thinness of Zhong Xuan and Lu Wan, and he silently silenced "Getaway" with his calligraphy tonight.

But after all, he was a seven-year-old child, and by the end of the manuscript, his pen strength was already poor, and his handwriting was slightly flawed. Medium grade.

He was followed by Wang Huzhi.

Wang Huzhi was five years old, and his "Narcissus" was a four-character poem.

The clumps are low green.

Hold the urn in spring.

The cold years have not changed.

Snow and frost.

Rated as upper-middle.

Look at Wang Jing again.

Wang Jing was only six years old, and he had already written cursive writing far beyond his peers, cursive was difficult to learn, he had a calm and self-disciplined temperament, and only learned to inherit his father Wang Dao, but his temperament was not the same.

As far as Xie An observes, if Wang Dao is like a fox, then Wang Jing is like a Shiba Inu.

Wang Jing cursively learned the emperor's elephant, and the emperor's "Urgent Chapter" was a textbook compiled for children's literacy in the Western Han Dynasty, and Wang Jing took one of the passages.

Seeing this, Huan Yi originally rated Wang Jing's words as the best tonight, but Director Wang laughed at him for being too anxious, and there were still Xie brothers and Ji You who had not seen it.

Ji Zhanlang smiled, "My friends can't write poems. ”

Sure enough, Xie Wan and Ji You didn't find any new inspiration on the way back, but given their young age, several adults also praised a few words, and finally it was Xie An's turn to write poems and paintings.

"It turns out that Xie Jia Saburo can also draw." Huan Yi didn't expect it.

Director Wang unfolded the rattan paper, and what caught his eye was the first sentence of the poem, "Goose, goose, goose." ”

When the people in the banquet heard Director Wang read three goose characters in a row, they thought he was stammering, and they all looked over with interest.

Director Wang glanced at the vividly drawn flock of geese, and then read it from the beginning.

"Goose goose goose, song to the sky."

Everyone seemed to see a picture, the sound of geese on the water was approaching, and the geese bent their necks and sang to the sky.

"The white hair floats in the green water, and the red anthurium plucks the clear waves."

White hair, green water, red anthurium, and clear waves are all colorful words, and as soon as the poem comes out, the picture in people's minds immediately has a color correspondence, and suddenly the geese play in the water, lifelike.

Xie An's paintings and poems are combined to complement each other, although it is only a small poem describing geese, but it is also evocative.

What's even better about this poem is that it's easy to understand and memorable.

Everyone agreed that although the paintings of the Gu brothers and sisters and Wang Jing's posts were excellent, they were always slightly inferior to Xie An's "Song of the Goose".

Finally, it was announced by Huan Yi.

""Song of the Goose" should be the top grade in tonight's small bamboo forest works, and it is listed as a first grade."

Later, several children's works were circulated among the people, and the poem "Song of the Goose" shined, and everyone could memorize it after a round.

Although Xie Shang had confidence in Xie An, he did not expect that he could compose such a catchy poem.

Of course, this is a widely circulated poem of a prodigy. Xie Anxin was ashamed, but when he thought that the original intention was to write for Wang Xizhi, this borrowing Luo Bingwang's poem is not selfish, right?

Wang Huzhi brought a glass of fruit wine, and unabashedly admired Xie An, "Ahri, your poems, calligraphy and paintings are very good, and you can come to see the calligraphy and paintings left by my father when you have time in the future." ”

Wang Huzhi's father Wang Shijiang is Jiangzuo's calligraphy and painting, Wang Shijiang died for two years, and the calligraphy and painting are kept in Situ Mansion, which is sorted out and kept by Wang Huzhi.

"Xizhi loves goose, I'll read the poem to her later, and keep her like." Wang Hu Yi was so happy that he didn't even seem to have a headache.

The poems, calligraphy and paintings will eventually return to Director Wang, and the good works will be collected in Situ's mansion, and Xie An's "Song of the Goose" will be sent to Qingyun Tower.

Qingyun Pagoda is in the mountains north of Jiankang City, there is a night pearl in the tower and it is bright all night, and it is the place where the ink soul list keeps the works.

The "Yongmei" on the night Xie An entered Jiankang that day was sent to Qingyun Pagoda by Huan Yi.

The works entering the tower will be copied by a special person and sent to all parts of Jiangzuo.

"The poem is very good, and the words are obscured by the brilliance of the poem." Huan Yi carefully tasted the words, the words are still good words, but there is one word that is a little strange, "Lord Situ, look, this goose word." ”

Director Wang asked, "How?" ”

Huan Yi said: "The last point of the goose word, the edge is exposed, and it is unstoppable, which is very different from the casual posture of the previous three points. ”

Director Wang ranks first on the ink soul list, and although Huan Yi's calligraphy is not as good as his, his ability to evaluate can be called first-class.

Huan Yi spoke in a low voice, thinking that he didn't want a third person to hear it.

Director Wang looked at it cautiously, and said with a smile for a long time: "It must be a child god." ”

When Huan Yi heard this, he also felt that he was thinking too much.

After Huan Yi took out the seal, Xuanguang rode the wind, and sent the poem manuscript to Qingyun Tower.

"The poem "Song of the Goose" will surely spread all over the market in the future." Ji Zhan sighed for his previous vision, "Maohong, the old man is not rash in praising him. ”

Director Wang still adheres to his previous opinion, "It's just a poem." ”

"I've never seen Maohiro so strict with people." Ji Zhan was even happier.

Director Wang is reluctant to praise people, in Ji Zhan's opinion, it is not the norm, so Director Wang treats this child with a cautious heart, it seems that he is very concerned.

It's just that Lord Situ, who is a fox, never reveals his inner thoughts easily.

As the night deepened and the guests gradually left, Director Wang stood in the empty hall of the guest seats, no one knew what he was thinking, and finally his smiling face finally showed a trace of tiredness.

Situ Mansion will start his retreat tomorrow, except for some subordinate officials and staff, he no longer cares about the affairs of the court, anyway, Yu Liang and Tao Kan and others are busy.

After his cousin Wang Dun rebelled, he has been living a life of walking on thin ice, if he hadn't led the people of the clan to kneel outside the palace every day to plead guilty when Wang Dun rebelled, otherwise he would have been in prison tonight.

He is a very popular minister, and in just a few decades, his personnel have changed several times.

If the north continues to fight with each other, he may be able to exchange for more than ten years of peace in the Jiangzuo court, and he is about to reach the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, and he doesn't know how much time God has left him to realize his uncontested wish.

When he arrived in Jiangzuo at the beginning of the year, when he gathered with the ministers of the scholar clan in Xinting, some people remembered that the scenery was the same as in the past, but the country changed hands, and everyone looked at each other and cried.

But how easy is it to restore Shenzhou?

And the people who crossed the river with him at that time either died of old age and illness, or rebelled and killed each other like his cousin Wang Dun.

Hu Siwei thought for a long time, he left the hall with his tail in his hand, and went to the ancestral hall to keep vigil, his eldest son and second son had already come here to play chess and keep vigil, Wang Jing was his third son, and he also knelt obediently beside his brothers at this time.

Wang Xizhi and Wang Huzhi sat on the threshold, the two of them were small and whispering.

Wang Xizhi held persimmons in his hand, smelled the taste from time to time, but didn't eat them, Director Wang was strange, this girl didn't like to eat sweets on weekdays, and as soon as the fire crystal persimmons were shipped back, they were picked up and sent to her small courtyard, but they were thrown out.

Director Wang approached and heard Wang Huzhi reciting the poem "Song of the Goose" written by the Xie family kitten, and after reciting it, he asked: "Do you like the poem of the goose?" ”

"Goose goose goose, it sounds like you're hungry."

Although Wang Xizhi was disgusted in his mouth, there was a smile in his eyes that could not be hidden.

"Hee-zhi, do you think my handwriting is still ugly?" Wang Huzhi took out the poem "Narcissus" written tonight, Wang Xizhi glanced at it, and praised it in a rare happy mood: "It can be in the eye." ”

Director Wang looked at these abnormalities one by one, as if he had guessed something, and shook his head.

The two children heard Director Wang's deliberate heavy pace, so they ended their whispering and stood up obediently.

Wang Xizhi was disgusted, "Uncle Long is so bad, he walks without sound." ”

Director Wang said: "Hu Zhi, you go in and play with Ah Jing, I want to talk to Xizhi." ”

Wang Huzhi obediently fled, Wang Dao sat next to Wang Xizhi, let the robe drag on the ground, shook his tail lightly, and said with a smile: "You are on the little bit of Xie Xiaomei's poem and painting, the edge is sharp, even Huan Yi can see it, Long Bo guessed that you have already realized the eight laws of Yongzi?" ”

Wang Xizhi's Tongyin Yan Yan, "I only dare to say that I have a law." The first stroke, naturally, should be sharp and vigorous. ”

Director Wang had a conversation with her, not in the tone of his son, nephew, or child, but on an equal footing with his fellow calligraphers, "Can you write it again?" ”

Wang Xizhi got up, walked a few steps, stood under the porch, and could catch the air fluttering as soon as he stretched out his hand.

Wang Huzhi and Wang Jing in the ancestral hall both watched secretly.

I saw Wang Xizhi's back stretching out his hand to them, and the girl's white and delicate little hand waved in mid-air, as if the wind was rising, flying over the snow-covered eaves.

However, in the vast night, only Director Wang and Wang Xizhi could see what happened after she waved her hand just now.

On the second day, when the servants came to clean the courtyard, they found that the eaves in front of the ancestral hall had fallen on the ice edges, and the ice edges were neatly cross-sectional, as if they had been split by a blade, and they were shining brightly under the winter sun.

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Note: Wang Huzhi's "Narcissus" is adapted from the Song Dynasty poet Fang Yue's "Narcissus First Flower".