Heaven and earth are the hostels on which all things in the world rest, and the passage of time is just a passing guest for thousands of years and hundreds of generations. The floating life is like a dream, how long can you be happy?

On such a rainy and misty night, the breeze brought the noise of the bamboo forest, and the fragrance of flowers and plants in late spring, what a beautiful day!

It is a great pleasure in life to gather with all the literary friends and brothers in Shuzhong in this small riverside building.

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That's right, this is the prose of the Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai "Spring Night Banquet from the Peach Garden Preface".

This prose, which is extremely beautiful and indulgent to the peak of intensity, has been written into high school Chinese, and any modern middle school student can memorize it backwards.

When it comes to ancient prose, the first thing that comes to mind in the world is the eight masters of the Tang and Song dynasties. In everyone's mind, Li Bai is a poet and is good at poetry. In fact, because Li Bai's articles contain the characteristics of a poet, their brilliance and subtlety are not possessed by others.

Strictly speaking, it should be considered prose poetry.

Because the special surname of Li Bai's prose cannot be ignored, when compiling the "Ancient Literature Guanzhi", Wu Tiaoyuan of the Qing Dynasty included his article and the article "Book with Han Jingzhou" in one go, which was passed on to future generations as the most representative surname of Chinese classics.

As a modern poet described, "When wine enters the bowels, seven points make moonshine, and three points sword energy."

This is the so-called Datang meteorology, open, heroic, and reading it makes people feel gallant.

At this time, it was the thirty-ninth year of Jiajing, and the same as the year of Tianbao, the year of Jiajing was also the most prosperous period of Ming Dynasty culture, and a large number of thinkers and families were like stars in the sky.

It's just that the Ming Dynasty is a popular culture represented by "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and "Water Margin", while the Tang Dynasty Tianwei is an elegant culture of poetry and wine, singing and sword spirit, and looking for a marquis.

There is no distinction between the two eras, but the kind of elegant and handsome in Li Bai's poems, wide opening and closing, and flowing clouds and rivers are not possessed by the Ming people.

How not to make people's hearts tremble, how not to make people feel refreshed.

This is not a poem that belongs to this era, and this is not the spirit of this era.

Tang Feng Changhe, at this moment, finally appeared in the classics, borrowing Wu Jie's hand, Wu Jie's pen, and Wu Jie's drunken wild grass to find his position.

After writing the first part, although Wu Jie took a half breath, he turned his head and glanced at Wu Lun coldly, and suddenly shouted in shock: "Who dares to say that I plagiarize, who dares!" ”

"If someone can write such words, which is enough to be proud of the world, who wants me to plagiarize?"

"The world has slandered me and slandered me, but my heart is calm."

"Er Cao's body and name are destroyed, and the rivers and rivers will not be wasted."

This is already a great insult.

This shout was like a thunderbolt, pressing Wu Lun's face pale, his lips moving, but he didn't know what to say.

People who can write such articles do have this qualification.

A wave of powerlessness hit like a tide, and Wu Lun's heart was depressed to death.

As for Lin Tingchen next to him, he had quietly left the inkstone, and his face turned white with shame. I planned to use Yang Zongzhi's identity to make a name for myself, but as soon as Wu Jie's article came out, no matter how you wrote it, it would only be a joke compared to others.

Even if he is replaced by the scholars of the Hanlin Academy, who can write about him?

After drinking this, Wu Jie drank the last sip of wine and threw the pot to the ground: "Come on!" ”

The brush in his hand continues to fly like a dragon in the sky, in one go:

"I sing songs, and I am ashamed of recreation. The reward is not over, and the talk is clear. Open a feast to sit on the flowers, fly the feathers and get drunk with the moon. If there is no good song, how can he Shen Yahuai? If the poem is not successful, the penalty will be based on the number of wine buckets in the Golden Valley. ”

At this point, the prologue of this poem has come to an end.

"Haha, what a penalty valley wine bucket! Refreshing, refreshing! Next to him, Yang Zongzhi laughed and poured three glasses of wine.

Wu Jie also stopped talking, although he made an arrogant appearance, but Yang Zong's people were good, but he couldn't help but give face, picked up the wine glass, dried it continuously, arched his hand towards everyone, turned around and left.

Still like the last Tang family poetry meeting, this thin and weak-crowned young man left silently and disappeared in the spring rain.

Dressed in white, with a sense of wine, like an idle cloud and a white crane, he will never be seen.

No one spoke, and the scholars who had previously humiliated Wu Jie with the words "Wen Thief" and "Wen Copying Gong" all bowed their heads silently.

The people who came to this banquet today are all first-class talents and celebrities in Sichuan, so how can they not tell the quality of Wu Jie's article.

An article like this with a natural hand can no longer be described in good words. Anyone can write a good article, it only takes ten years of cold windows, enough diligence, and careful carving. But Wu Jiezhi's essay was not written by studying hard or by profound learning.

This is the talent, the endowment given by God.

Thinking of the poem of the Tang Family Poetry Club at the beginning, Wu Jie's talent, why is it higher than Si?

According to the tradition of the literati, whenever a good poem comes out, everyone will taste it. Whether it's genuine praise or mutual praise, you always have to say a few words.

However, Wu Jie's text can no longer be evaluated.

No one felt qualified to say anything to him.

The atmosphere suddenly cooled down.

After a long time, Yang Zongzhicai sighed, raised his voice and let out a long roar into the distance: "Wu Shizhen, wait a minute, you promised me to talk about a game." ”

After saying that, he strode after him.

"Teacher......" Wu Yan snorted.

Yang Zongzhi glanced back at him in disgust, and shouted: "A gentleman should act frankly and openly, Wu Yan, you are so good that I am disappointed." In an instant, he suddenly understood that the rumors of Wu Jie's plagiarism must have been made by this person. Thinking of his flattery to Lin Tingchen during the banquet tonight, what he did was even more despicable.

How could I accept such a villain as a protégé?

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It's already the middle of the night, and the spring night is cold, so it's time to rush back to the hostel to rest.

As soon as Wu Jie remembered that he had been out all day, he left the moth alone in the inn, and he didn't know what the little girl would worry about.

From Wangjianglou back to the inn almost through half of Chengdu City, walked a few steps, walked straight to the feet soft, only then saw that a shop in front of the lights was still on, and there was a commotion inside. There is the sound of dice rolling in the bowl, "Charge on charge", "Open!" "Ha, I won again"......

It turned out to be a casino.

Strange to say, there was still a row of porters sitting at the door of the casino, and when he saw Wu Jie walking by, one of them stood up: "Where are the guests going?" ”

Although the man was dressed as a porter, he was dressed cleanly, and there was a smell of soap on his body, obviously he took a bath every day.

Such porters were not common in ancient times.

Wu Jie was puzzled, thinking that he was a guy soliciting customers in the casino, but it didn't look like it: "What's the matter, I don't gamble." ”

"The guest turned out to be home, can you sit, I'll send you?" The man smiled.

"Is it going home, what to take, to take the car?" Wu Jiezheng was tired of walking, and when he heard that there was a car to sit on, he was happy in his heart and nodded.

"Okay, let's go!" The porter was overjoyed, stepped forward, picked up Wu Jie, carried it on his back, and walked forward: "Where are you going?" ”

"Original...... It turned out to be a back...... "Wu Jie was shocked, no wonder this guy washed so cleanly, if he was covered in stinky sweat, no one would let him carry it."

In the middle of the night, there was no ox cart or sedan chair, so the porter carried him back to the inn.

When I got back to the inn, the moth hadn't slept yet, but a pair of apricot eyes were already red. I hurriedly washed my feet and came to serve, and I couldn't stop complaining: "Childe went out all day, why did he come back at this time." I thought you were sick again...... If it is lost, the moth ...... It's a huge Chengdu, where can I go to find you. Drinking so much ......"

As he spoke, tears welled up in the moth's eyes.

Wu Jie let out a long breath: "It's okay, this matter is finally done." ”

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