After the victory, Zhang Yutang was heroically supported in the Mingyang School, and some students surrounded Zhang Yutang and walked towards the school.

Seeing Mr. Teaching sitting in the school, Zhang Yutang stepped forward quickly and saluted:

"Sir, today Yutang Meng Lang has disrupted the competition between Mingyang Academy and Yongfeng Academy, and please punish Mr. ”

looked at Mr. Teaching, and the students next to him were all silent and didn't dare to squeak.

"Yutang, you have behaved very well and saved the glory of the entire Mingyang Academy. ”

Mr. Teaching was full of energy, looking at Zhang Yutang who came over, full of interest:

"When did you start mastering couplets and poems, I know that you have just finished learning to speak and interpret words, and you have just started to learn couplets, and as for poetry, you have not yet been exposed to it. ”

Zhang Yutang sweated in his heart when he heard this, it seems that he has overperformed, a seven-year-old child should be a naughty boy, a seven-year-old child should dig out a bird's nest and catch a small shrimp, where is there such a calm and calm as himself, and most importantly, there is a seven-year-old child who is so talented.

"Mr. Yu. ”

Zhang Yutang was calm and unhurried, organized his language, and said calmly:

"I have been very interested in some words since I was a child, because the family has a little money, my father let people buy a lot of books, made a study, I often read in it, practice words, after a long time, and heard Mr. to the senior brothers' explanation, I understand the couplet, poetry things, however, these things, I only have a rough understanding.

"The water is cold and sprinkled, a little water, two water, three water, the moon is full in the sky, the moon is half on the earth, and the moon is full and the moon is full and half of the moon These two couplets are wonderful words, even if it is Mr. I for a while, I didn't think of any good couplets. ”

Mr. Teaching glanced at Zhang Yutang very happily, and then said:

"After reading the bitterness of parting at the end of the world, I don't return, and the flowers are as promised. The bottom of the flowers looked at each other without a word, and the green window spring and the sky were silent. To tell the acacia lamp, a wisp of new love, a thousand wisps of old hatred. The most important thing is that the world can't stay, Zhu Yan Ci Mirror Flower Tree, this butterfly love flower comes out, there is no butterfly love flower in the world, such a level can be said to be a generation of grandmasters, but that's it. ”

It's just the artistic conception of this poem, what I understand is that when you have experienced the years and been displaced, you are so young, just when you are working hard and crisscrossing the Quartet, where does so much pessimism come from, and where do you come from so many vicissitudes. ”

The more Mr. Jiaoshu thought about this poem, the more he felt that this poem was almost written in his heart, as if the whole poem was a portrayal of his life.

I have lived until now, and I have mostly accepted it, been displaced, and struggled to maintain between livelihood and academics, and there are not many things that have been satisfactory in my life.

However, now that he has such an excellent disciple, perhaps, in the future, he will also have the opportunity to show his Lingyun ambition and rule the country and the world.

Hearing Mr. Teach talk about the upheaval and wasted years, Zhang Yutang did not panic much, but replied:

"Sir, this butterfly love flower, I saw it from a booklet on a local stall, I was only four years old at the time, it looked fun, read catchy, I wrote it down, today, by coincidence, I took it out, try it, who knows, this poem, can actually get such an evaluation from Mr., it's a pity, that booklet, there are a lot of poems, I didn't look at it a few more times. ”

"Is that really the case?"

To be honest, Mr. Jiaoshu doesn't believe that this butterfly love flower was written by Zhang Yutang, because this poem can't be written without experiencing the ups and downs of life and without superb talent.

If you can be happy, who wants to be displaced in this world?

"That's true. ”

Zhang Yutang said affirmatively and definitely.

"It's okay, this may be the will of heaven, Yongfeng Academy and my Mingyang School are fighting openly and secretly, I don't know how many years, this time they got Zhou Bowen, the first talent in Qiantang, originally came to us to show off his might, but he didn't expect it to be folded in the hands of Yutang. ”

At this time, Mr. Teach seemed a little excited:

"Such a couplet, such a butterfly love flower, even if it is to let the whole Qiantang come to the right and make a butterfly love flower, it is difficult to make the same level, that Zhou Bowen naturally heard such news, and he will definitely not come forward to humiliate himself, now, everyone is scattered, study hard, Yutang, you come to my room, I have something to ask you. ”

As Mr. Teaching's voice landed, the students of Mingyang Academy all dispersed, fell back to their seats, and silently reviewed their homework, Xu Xian next to him smiled at Zhang Yutang and also fell back to his seat.

Zhang Yutang smiled back, walked calmly, and slowly followed Mr. Teaching out of the school hall and to a room.

"Yutang, these couplets, but you came up with them?"

Mr. Teaching stared at Zhang Yutang and asked:

"Now you can tell the truth, and that butterfly love flower, it really came from a stall, such a word, by no means ordinary people can make it, even if it is a gentleman, I can't match it. ”

"Didn't the gentleman already believe it in his heart?"

Zhang Yutang smiled faintly: "These couplets, this butterfly love flower, I happen to know, just when I need to know, I know, it's as simple as that." ”

"Oh. ”

Mr. Teaching nodded and asked no more, because everyone has their own secrets.

Instead, he asked another question:

"The Analects, the Mean, the University, and the Book of Rites, have you started reading all these books?"

"It's all in mind. ”

"If you have read the Book of Rites, you should know that for those who are learning, they must go through the Five Classics and run through the Six Arts, and these Five Classics are estimated to be in your heart, and how many of the Six Arts of Etiquette, Music, Archery, Royal, Calligraphy, and Mathematics you will know. ”

As I chatted, the more I knew about the books that Zhang Yutang had read, the more I felt that Zhang Yutang was unfathomable, at a young age, the books he had read, and the books he had memorized, he was no worse than a well-educated Confucian, and even more than that.

Gradually, Mr. Teaching no longer treats Zhang Yutang as an ordinary student, but as a peer, or even as a literary senior.

Talking and laughing, vertical and horizontal, invincible, almost all of them can be said by Zhang Yutang.

And he himself was almost recognized by Mr. Teaching that Zhang Yutang was the reincarnation of a Wendao saint, and he was born to know that he came to level the world and live the common people.

Of course, Zhang Yutang didn't say too much, but what he said was far beyond the scope of a Qiantang private school gentleman.

"I hope Mr. won't talk about today's matter. ”

Originally, Zhang Yutang didn't want to be so shocking, but he really wrote down all these things, and it was not difficult to embark on the road of official career.

The difficulty is that he now wants to take a path of cultivation, the path of cultivation, loneliness and loneliness, and it will take a lot of time, and many times in the future, he may be in the classroom to participate in the path of enlightenment.

When he was enlightened, Zhang Yutang did not want to be disturbed by Mr. Teaching.

"Okay, I won't say it, you can also study freely in the academy. ”

Looking at Zhang Yutang, Mr. Teaching swore an oath:

"A year later, our Qiantang will start to take the talent exam, and you will definitely become the youngest talent in our Qiantang. ”

ps: There is an old man who passed away, I worked the night shift last night, got off work at ** o'clock in the morning, I feel like I am going to mourn today, and tomorrow is the funeral, after I got off the night shift, it is estimated that it is also very late to return, tomorrow's update may still be very late, but it is the key moment to rush the list, the blue sea and blue sky are here, I hope very much, everyone can give me the ticket, give me the click, give me the collection, let us be accompanied by glory, rush to the classification, and kill to the home page.