Yun Zhao was lying on the brocade couch, chattering about the problems he had encountered recently, and occasionally glanced at his son who was breastfeeding. At this time, , his Adam's apple would always slide up and down, but it was so secretive that neither Qian Duoduo nor Feng Ying noticed.
“I don’t want those old people, not even one of them. I only want those young people who are not contaminated by those old people. Not only can these people not be the driving force for the advancement of society and the country, they can even It has degenerated into resistance.
However, they don’t think so. They think that their mature and steady appearance can ensure the stability of this country and the nation.
I want to make changes. , It's a pity that it's beyond reach..."
Qian Duoduo leaned on Yun Zhao. She was very heavy now, and her original fox face had turned into the full-moon face that people in Guanzhong liked. Her thick waist still needed Yun Zhao to hold her, Lest she slip off the brocade couch.
"Husband, I met this Ruan Dayue when I was in Yingtian Mansion. This man was courteous to me many times and began to give me gifts. However, he didn't like me and started to show off his poetry. I refuted him. After that, he started writing plays again and invited me to listen to them. After I refused, he immediately disappeared. He is a person who knows how to advance and retreat.
He will not lose himself because of being addicted to certain things.
Most of the scholars in Jiangnan are like this. The more talented the scholars, the more so. For these people, they are the most important. If they like a person or an object, they all have it. Once you cross your own bottom line, you will give up immediately.
After interacting with these people, I discovered that what bothers them the most is poetry!
They always feel that Jiangnan's literary style is at its peak, and its literary talent should lead the trend of the world. Unfortunately, since the publication of Yang Shen's "Linjiang Immortal" in Shuzhong, it has overwhelmed the talents of Jiangnan. For many years, they have continued to write poems and essays, But none of them can compete with Yang Shen. Even if the words are gorgeous, they still lack the grandeur.
So they specialize in calligraphy, painting, and opera. Even if they produce a lot of things, they are still not as good as "Lin". The majestic atmosphere of "Jiang Xian"
My husband wrote half of "Chinese Youth" many years ago. I thought that reading this article made my blood boil, and it spoke of young people. Such heroic spirit, if my husband can complete the whole story, he will be able to shine for generations.
And those scholars from Jiangnan will also look at me in Lantian County with admiration. ”
Yun Zhaoting. After paying a lot of money, he curled his lips and said: "I never care about these things. Poems and articles are just trivial and cannot be used in the world. If necessary, your husband will come as soon as he opens his mouth, and you can have as much as you want."
Qian Duoduo rubbed her husband's cheek affectionately and said softly: "I just like the way my husband has no ideas but is so heroic."
Yun Zhao moved Qian. Duoduo pushed his fat face away from his face and said angrily: "Why doesn't anyone believe me when I tell the truth?"Where is the letter?
Feng Ying hugged her son and chuckled on the bed: "Since my husband is so confident, let's sing a song based on the talents you just mentioned, so that we two ignorant women can open their eyes!" ”
“The anger of Kyushu relies on wind and thunder, and it is sad that thousands of horses are silent. I urge God to cheer up and send talents of any kind. ”
Before Feng Ying could say anything, Yun Zhao couldn’t wait to read out Gong Zizhen’s “The Ninth Miscellaneous Poems of Yi Hai”. This person would not be born until one hundred and fifty years later, so Yun Zhao had no idea The shame of plagiarizing poetry, after all, when the author has no way to accuse him of plagiarism, the poem belongs to him, but I don’t know if Gong Zizhen will be beaten by others if he writes this poem again.
< p>Feng Ying was stunned, Qian Duoduo held Yun Zhao's head and observed it for a while and said: "My husband has been worried about this matter for the past few days, and he felt something in his heart, which led to this poem?"Yun Zhao sighed and said: "Your husband is a young and heroic man. He has worked hard for many years to prepare and fight to achieve the current situation. It is a pity that I am full of ambitions and strategies for governing the country, but I cannot vigorously display them. In Jiangnan The dust on my nose made me realize clearly that I was in a "turbulent situation in my life..."
Oh, if you want good poetry in the future, just ask your husband for it, you have been working hard for it. The great poet is actually your pillow person. ”
Qian Duoduo left the brocade couch and quickly copied the poem. When he showed it to Yun Zhao, he was scolded by Yun Zhao because there were two typos!
For the first time, Qian Duoduo lowered his head to accept the lesson with an open mind. He carefully leaned on her husband and said coquettishly in a sweet voice: "Give me a gift that is meaningful and meaningful.
Yun Zhao yawned and lazily turned Qian Duoduo's face to look at himself and said, "Do you still remember the first time we met?" "
Qian Duoduo said excitedly: "Yunjiao put me in his pocket and threw me on the ground. I climbed out of the bag and saw you. You were so fat at that time...but I liked it very much. "
Yun Zhao patted Qian Duoduo's fat face and said, "For the sake of you about to give birth to a child, I will give you a song. Listen carefully." "
There is a lot of money, Feng Ying nodded together.
"If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly. It is easy to change people's hearts, but they say that people's hearts are easy to change. The words of Lishan are half past midnight, and the rain and bells are filled with tears and no regrets. How unlucky is the man in brocade to wish for the same day with wings and branches. "
After hastily reciting this Nalan poem, ignoring Qian Duoduo who was already stupid, Yunzhao turned to Feng Ying and smiled: "Do you want it? "
Feng Ying shook her head and said: "It's such a waste. I'll wait until the important day comes before I ask my husband for it. "
Yun Zhao nodded and said: "Okay, tell me when you want it, I can make it as much as you want - ah! Why are you biting me? ”
Qian Duoduo bit Yun Zhao’s shoulder blade hard, making Yun Zhao miserable.
Qian Duoduo didn’t care, and kept biting and screaming. It took a while to stop, but Yun Zhao's scapula epithelium was broken.
"Is this considered love to the core?" Yun Zhao rubbed his shoulders while complaining about Qian Duoduo.
"Write it down quickly!"
Qian Duoduo, whose belly is as big as a rubber ball, doesn't know where he got the strength to drag Yun Zhao off the brocade bed. Yun Zhao is worried about being hurt. The child immediately stood up, picked up a pen and wrote down this Nalan poem.
Qian Duoduo looked at the poem, giggling for a while, sad for a while, not knowing what he was thinking. Yun Zhao copied Gong Zizhen’s poem and handed it to Feng Ying: "Keep it well, it will be priceless in the future."
Feng Ying smiled and kept the calligraphy, nodded repeatedly: "I will definitely do it."
Qian Duoduo finally left. After waking up from the trance, he looked at Yun Zhao affectionately and said: "Husband, there is no poem title."
Yun Zhao waved his hands grandly and said: "Poetry on the bed!"
Qian Duoduo Immediately, he beat Yun Zhao twice angrily and said: "You have never been willing to treat me well."
Yun Zhao held Qian Duoduo's fist and said with a smile: "I've given the things to you two. Are you willing to call me?" Just call it whatever you want, even if you run out and say you wrote it."
Seeing that Qian Duoduo and Feng Ying were both satisfied, Yun Zhao put on his soft shoes and prepared to get up. leave.
Feng Ying whispered: "Aren't you going to rest here tonight?"
Qian Duoduo immediately hugged Yun Zhao's arm and said: "Go to my place, I will also I have something to say.”
Yun Zhao spread his hands and said, “What Duoduo just said makes sense. I should really finish writing the article “Young China” and hand it over to the students of Yushan Academy. Over the past few years, I have found that they seem to have been infected with some evil spirit, and this article is needed to make people think. "
Ting Yunzhao wants to do business, neither Feng Ying nor Qian Duoduo will bother him anymore. However, his son Yun Zhang couldn't stand the sour smell in the room, so he burst into tears.
Picking up his fat son, Yun Zhao immediately felt refreshed, even though the child had pooped a lot.
It was late at night, and Yun Zhao was sitting alone in the large study room, with his back reflected on the window. Any officials, big or small, who passed by the window automatically slowed down their steps. It was already dawn, and the county magistrate Still working hard.
They all understand that every document reviewed by the County Lord represents the solution of a difficult problem in Lantian County. Many people want to permanently preserve the silhouette of the County Lord’s hard work so that they can tell future generations. .
"The first paragraph is absolutely not necessary. If you leave it to others, others will not know what it means... The elderly are like opium smoke, and young people are like brandy wine. Old people are like meteorites from other planets, and young people are like the ocean. Coral islands in the sea. Old people are like the pyramids in the Egyptian desert, and young people are like the railways in Siberia... This section is also unacceptable. Can't this old guy use more classical stuff in his composition? "Come out."I made great efforts to memorize the original text... This is asking for trouble for myself. It makes sense to change the textbook to that way. Now I have to change it again, which is really asking for trouble. ”
“The prosperous age of Kangxi and Qianlong? What the hell is this? Get rid of it! "
"Gong Zizhen, Mazini? They are all unborn characters, get rid of them..."
After Yun Zhao changed Yang Yang's 3,700 words into more than 2,600 words and transcribed it again, the sky was bright.
He burned the original text with his own hands, and there was still a thick pile of manuscript papers on Yun Zhao's desk.
When Yang Xiong came in, he saw Yun Zhao sitting on the chair silently, so he went to see Yun Zhao. He approached gently and looked at the manuscript paper placed on the table. At first he just chanted silently, but then his voice gradually became louder... "Old people often think about the past, and young people often think about the future." Thinking only about the past creates nostalgia; thinking only about the future creates hope. It’s about nostalgia, so it’s conservative; it’s about hope, so it’s enterprising..."
Yun Zhao looked at Yang Xiong who was obsessed with it, and said softly: "Publish it, and all the officials, students, and personnel of my Lantian County One copy must be memorized and the spirit must be understood. "
Yang Xiong picked up a thick stack of manuscript paper and whispered: "The county magistrate has been up all night, it's time to rest. "
Yun Zhao whispered: "The old Confucian from Jiangnan is old and can no longer be used. We only want young people, just young people like you and me. I want to use the blood, dreams, vitality and strength of young people. Create a brand new world of Ming Dynasty.
Yang Xiong, we are all young people. Young people should have the vitality of young people. I don’t believe that young people’s energetic dreams will not create a bright and bright new world!
This article is our departure clarion call, the direction of our journey, our blood, our tears, our pride, our hearts are full of light, we are the hidden dragon and the breast. Tiger is an eagle, a strange flower, and a sword. The world itself is prepared for us.
We have no reason to give up. The old, decayed, and dark will eventually be melted by our light!
Yang Xiong, this is the youthful heart I have been emphasizing! ”