Zhang Zhou completed his "masterpiece" under the gaze of everyone.
The onlookers did not admire the shocking work, nor did they ridicule or despise it because this poem is a "different" work from any angle.
It is not packed with gorgeous words or fancy descriptions of scenes, but instead seems to describe a kind of life.
It does not have the lofty sentiments that make one's heart swell at first reading, but it has the petty bourgeoisie sentiment of "picking chrysanthemums and seeing the southern mountains leisurely under the eastern fence".
These days.
The writing must be parallel, the writing must be elegant, and the poetry must be retro.
None of the people around me have ever seen a poem like Zhang Zhou’s that takes the elegant mass line.
But when it comes to criticism, the transcendent artistic conception in it is vivid on the page. It is exactly that kind of thought. To exaggerate is not good, but to disparage a new work that cannot find an entry point.
So much so that Zhang Zhou finished writing.
The scholars present did not comment on whether it was good or bad, they all looked at each other in confusion.
There was a kind of question in those eyes: "What is this?"
"Everyone, I have finished my poem, and I will say goodbye."
Zhang Zhou seemed to have completed a trivial task, and turned around to leave.
Someone is pushing Sun Qing, the Jie Yuan of Shuntian Prefecture, meaning that if you don’t come out to stop him, you can show your talent by the way
Although Sun Qing is only fifteen years old, his talent is not After the blow came out, the Ming Dynasty second place player four years later shook his head and said that he was not sure about winning this competition.
Zhang Zhou smiled at Sun Qing.
Although he was an opponent on the court, Zhang Zhou felt that this young man was quite cute off the court. He was probably a shy and introverted boy who was not very sociable, but he had to do it after passing the examination. The kind of person who comes out to socialize.
Sun Qing is a young talent, and Zhang Zhou, as a "senior", feels that he can talk to him later.
"Please give way"
Zhang Zhou and Zhu Feng walked through the crowd and came out, all the way to the carriage. Compared to the bustling crowd and excitement when he entered, he came out The scene became even quieter.
No scholar will rush to comment.
After Zhang Zhou left, the scene felt like a frying pan.
"What are his poems like?"
"It's hard to say"
Zhang Zhou left the scene and sat in the attic of the Confucian Temple half a street away The authors, Zhu Youtang and his son, and Cheng Minzheng, finally got the original lines of the poem from Dongchang Fanzi.
Xiao Jing smiled and said, "Your Majesty, this is the poem that Mr. Zhang wrote on the spot outside Beiyong."
One copy.
One copy was sent to the emperor, and the other was placed in front of Cheng Minzheng.
Zhu Youtang looked interested.
Zhu Houzhao glanced forward. It was not easy for him to appreciate a poem with his talent and knowledge. He read a few sentences and then frowned and said, "Father, how come the whole poem is full of peach blossoms, peach trees and the like?" The words, is this poetry?"
Cheng Minzheng was also reading this poem, and he couldn't help but look up when he heard the words.
Zhu Houzhao’s evaluation probably represents the most intuitive impression of this poem by ordinary people who do not understand poetry.
It looks like a poem, but it doesn’t seem to be a poem. Even the rhythm and rhyme are problematic.
If this kind of poem were written by ordinary people, they would not be scolded in the ditch. But the person who wrote the poem was Jieyuan, who was in the Jiangnan Provincial Examination in the Ming Dynasty, and he wrote it in the literary competition. Very unique.
After Zhu Youtang finished reading, the smile on his face did not diminish. He did not comment, but asked Cheng Minzheng with a smile, "What do you think, Cheng Qing's family?"
After thinking about it, Cheng Minzheng He simply nodded "Okay"
Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but asked, "Mr. Cheng, do you think this poem is well written?"
To be honest, the person present was the most knowledgeable. , and the one who knows how to appreciate poetry best is Cheng Minzheng.
But obviously Cheng Minzheng's "good" is not a completely positive evaluation.
Cheng Minzheng shook his head and said, "What I said is good, I mean that the artistic conception and charm of this poem are masterpieces of the world. But"
Zhu Youtang smiled and said, "There are no outsiders, no emperor or minister." Cheng Qing's family just said it's okay."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Cheng Minzheng spoke freely at this time, "I think this poem is good, but it is good. It seems that this is not something that should be written by a young man who is full of knowledge and has a promising future. It is more like a work that a man in middle age encounters a desolate returnee, masturbating and expressing his feelings about life. I really can't imagine what kind of situation he is in. State of mind, I wrote this poem."
"Yeah."
Zhu Youtang also looked down at the poem and nodded slightly, seeming to agree with Cheng Minzheng's statement.
Tang Yin’s poem Peach Blossom Temple can be said to be a masterpiece of poetry in the entire Ming Dynasty.
But looking at the current dynasty, it is not conspicuous. The reason why this poem has been passed down through the ages is mainly because of the encounters in Tang Yin's life, which makes people sigh when reading it.
If this was just the work of a young talent, it would be more like "moaning for no reason."
"The poem is good, but the meaning is wrong. This is what Cheng Qing's family meant," Zhu Youtang concluded.
Cheng Minzheng quickly stood up and saluted, "Your Majesty, I don't know Zhang Zhou's experience, so this is just my humble opinion. I hope your Majesty won't be offended."
Zhu Youtang said. "What are you talking about, Cheng Qing's family? We were discussing poetry with you. How could I blame you? But in my opinion, this seems to be a work of the twilight years when people are dying and desolate and spring. Why do you say, Cheng Qing's family?" "A work for middle age"
The emperor and his ministers had a detailed discussion about whether this poem was about middle age or old age.
Cheng Minzheng smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Obviously it is difficult to judge, it is just a subjective understanding.
“I just feel this way. Maybe people will not have such a longing to pursue life in their later years. On the contrary, after experiencing half a life of desolation, they still have some expectations for life.work. But Your Majesty, this is Zhang Zhou's work, is it possible?"
Cheng Minzheng wants to say, does it make sense for us to discuss whether it is a work for middle age or old age?
This song The poem was clearly written by a young man.
Zhu Youtang laughed and said, "What you said, Cheng Qing, made me want to ask Zhang Bingkuan myself why he was so ambitious as a young man. , I have not treated him badly for writing such a desolate work. He does not seek wealth and is willing to live in poverty. Could it be that he has lost confidence in taking the Jinshi examination in the future and is preparing to return to Nanjing to plant peach blossoms?"
"His"
Cheng Minzheng took a breath and was extremely horrified.
Sure enough, there was something fishy about the way the emperor got along with Zhang Zhou. He was not a Hanlin scholar. I can understand what the emperor meant. The emperor and Zhang Zhou were very close.
"Where's Bingkuan?" Zhu Youtang looked at Xiao Jing, probably wanting to call him over to ask. Clear.
Xiao Jing said, "Your Majesty, Mr. Zhang should have returned home.
Zhu Youtang sighed, "That's a pity. Otherwise, I would just call him over and let him make some comments." Cheng Qing's house, I won't disturb you anymore. You can go back to the Hanlin Academy first. "
"Yes"
Cheng Minzheng saluted and was about to leave.
"Dai Yi, send someone to deliver my reward to Cheng Qing's family. Today, the Cheng Qing family came with me to appreciate poems. I have nothing to give as a gift. I got a painting earlier. I am not a person who understands painting, so I will give it to you."
Although Cheng Minzheng doesn't know that the emperor I want to give myself any painting, but since it is a gift from the emperor, even if it is just a blank piece of paper, it is still a grace.
"I am ashamed to accept it. "
Cheng Minzheng looked horrified.
Zhu Youtang smiled and said, "You can afford it. Apart from you, this famous master of poetry and painting appreciation in the Ming Dynasty, is there anyone else?" You are also good at edicts and compilation of classics. The Hanlin who stayed in the library highly praised you, but you have to learn more about how to govern the country in the future, so as not to lose the role of a benevolent minister. "
"Old minister obeys the order. ”
Cheng Minzheng was very excited.
How much admiration does the emperor have to say this to him?
Just such encouragement, Even if he didn't give anything, he would be more motivated to shine for the Ming Dynasty.
On the carriage of Duke Cheng's mansion, Zhu Feng was praising Zhang Zhou. "Brother's poems are absolutely unparalleled in the world. Guan Bao made those people vomit three liters of blood and couldn't catch up with them."
Zhang Zhou couldn't help but frown after hearing this.
This Zhu Feng can't say anything flattering about his knowledge. It's so lame, but flattering also requires correct posture, okay?
"It's pretty good," Zhang Zhou said with disdain, "I just used it casually, there is a better one, I haven't taken action yet. "
"What"
Zhu Feng originally wanted to make his flattery more concise, but after listening to Zhang Zhou's words, he didn't even bother to flatter him.
There are better ones
Doesn’t that mean that if you ask Zhang Zhou for a poem or two, you can become famous in the academic world by relying on poetry
"Brother Zhang, if there is anything better, please give me some advice." Zhu Feng said with a shy face, not feeling that he was being rude at all.
Zhang Zhou also ignored Zhu Feng and continued to close his eyes and rest.
Although after the middle of the Ming Dynasty, the level of poetry creation in China was far less than that of the Tang and Song Dynasties, and there were only a handful of masterpieces handed down, there were still some who could stand on the stage, and they were recognized as the most talented people in the Ming Dynasty. For example, Yang Sheng'an's poems, which are only ten years old now, and Nalan Rongruo's poems, which are famous for their elegance, and Zheng Banqiao's bamboo and stone poems, and "talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and each has been leading the way for hundreds of years" and so on. .
If it is just for the purpose of gaining temporary fame, showing these cards seems to be more catchy than Tang Yin's Taohua An poem.
But what Zhang Zhou has to do now is to suppress Tang Yin's pride.
Using Tang Yin's poems can best achieve the effect.
Zhang Zhou wanted to say, am I participating in a competition? I am participating in two competitions. Tang Yin’s idea of planting peach blossoms was not after he failed in the test. He had already thought about it. idea.
Creating a psychological shadow on Tang Yin is exactly what I am good at
"Brother Zhang, where are we going?"
"Go to the street and pick me up Just put it down. I have to go to the workshop. In addition, you can go to the platform factory to supervise the purchase of goods. There must be no mistakes in the wood and stone materials provided by the Zhou family."
"Okay"
Division of labor.
At the same time, Zhu Youtang took Zhu Houzhao, Dai Yi, Xiao Jing and others to Zhang Zhou's residence in the capital, which was the one given by the emperor.
Of course the emperor could not come personally.
Instead, he reserved a teahouse at the intersection of the street and asked someone to tell Zhang Zhou to come out and meet him.
"Father, let me go. I want to see where he lives."
"Don't mess around"
"I'm not Nonsense, didn't you always tell me to ask my son to pay more attention to the people's sentiments? I will go to Zhang Zhou's house to check it out."
Zhu Houzhao insisted.
Zhu Youtang was in a good mood, so he did not refuse.
After all, it is very deserted here, there are not many people on the outer streets, and there are dozens of Jinyi guards protecting Zhu Houzhao, so there can be no problem.
Besides, letting Zhu Houzhao know about Zhang Zhou’s living situation seems to be a way to have a heart-to-heart relationship.
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