Traveling through history leaving a name

Chapter 210 Talking
In the following time, in the morning, Zhang Qingfeng would come to the Liu family to learn opera from the Liu family.

In the afternoon and evening, he stayed at his master's house and wrote the novel "Legend of the White Snake".

Just when Zhang Qingfeng resumed being busy, he didn't know that in Lin'an City, several of his poems had spread within a certain range.

"It's good to talk about all kinds of things in ancient and modern times. This word is really good. It fits the artistic conception of our age. I don't know who wrote this new word?"

In one room, several old men were drinking and having fun.

"It is a few poems sent by the Lin'an government office. It is said that they were written by a candidate for this year's government examination." An old man said with a smile: "It is said that this candidate wrote a few poems because he couldn't write a poem. I thought these poems were well written, so I sent a copy to me.”

"Then has this candidate been admitted?" Someone asked.

"No, although this candidate wrote good poems, the classic meaning and policy theory are not up to par. Even the poems and poems he wrote have nothing to do with the questions." The old man said to everyone.

"Perhaps this is the word that the examinee had made long ago, and it should not be done temporarily." One person said.

"I agree with this. Don't many famous poems in ancient and modern times take a long time to create and polish? Li Taibai's "Jinjiu" has been revised many times."

One of the people present said: "I think this Linjiangxian is already a very mature style of poetry, and it shouldn't be able to be created in a short time."

"Brother Tai'an, didn't you say that there are several poems, take them over and have a look." An old man said to the old man of the host.

"Don't worry, don't worry, this is a good word! You have to read it one by one." The old man called Brother Tai'an said without hurry.

However, while speaking, he had already taken some rice paper from the servant.

"Look, everyone, how about this poem." The old man handed some rice paper to others and said.

Soon, several other people got a piece of rice paper in their hands.

Everyone got the rice paper, and immediately looked at the content on the rice paper.

"Withered vines, old trees and dark crows, small bridges and flowing water, people, ancient roads and westerly winds and thin horses. The sun sets, and heartbroken people are at the end of the world." An old man read out while watching.

"Good words, good words, very good words."

After reading the words on the rice paper, an old man couldn't help but praise it.

"It's really good. The words in this poem are concise, but it describes the desolate artistic conception. It is very good to bring people into the immersive environment." Another old man also praised.

"These two poems are enough to be handed down for hundreds of generations." The last old man also said.

There was envy in his tone as he spoke.

In today's Shilin, countless scholars have tried to write a poem that will last forever.

However, there are so few poems that can truly last forever, and most of them can only be submerged in the long river of history.

And the quality of the two poems they just read is enough to be tasted by the world often, and it is also enough to be famous forever.

"Everyone, there is one last piece here. I can't tell what it is. It's not a poem, a word, a fu, or a parallel prose. But when you read it, it gives people a sense of excitement. Let's take a look. "

The old man ordered the servant to bring another stack of rice paper, and then distributed the rice paper to everyone present.

Everyone got several sheets of rice paper this time.

All these rice papers were densely written in small letters with a brush.

"On the vast sea... what is this?" Just after reading the beginning, someone frowned.

This kind of vernacular article, in their opinion, is the most vulgar thing.

"Brother Wenbo, let's talk after you finish reading." The old man called Brother Tai'an said to the old man with a smile.

Hearing this, everyone said nothing, and carefully read the article in their hands.

At first, they looked disdainful, but after watching for a while, their expressions gradually became serious.

In the end, there was no other noise in the whole room except the sound of flipping through the papers.

For a long time!Several people read all the content on the rice paper in their hands.

In the end, several people looked at each other, but their emotions were still immersed in the work, and no one spoke for a long time.

"How many people, how do you feel?" The old man called Brother Tai'an asked them.

"Extraordinary!" After a while, an old man spat out four words.

"After reading this article, although I have never seen a petrel, and I don't know what kind of bird it is, I already have the appearance of a petrel in my mind. This article looks very shocking. feeling." Another old man said.

"It's the first time I've seen this style of writing in my life. I didn't expect to write such a shocking work in a secular language. It's really amazing." The last old man shook his head and exclaimed.

"Guys, why don't I send these articles to Mr. Fang Weng (Lu You's name) to have a look? Let's see how he evaluates it." Someone suggested.

At this time, Lu You was in a state of being demoted and living at home.

Lu You is from Shaoxing, and Shaoxing is next door to Lin'an Mansion, not very far away.

Hearing this, someone immediately echoed: "This suggestion is very good. In the entire Song Dynasty, there is no better essay than Mr. Fang Weng. I am looking forward to what Mr. Fang Weng will give after reading this "Haiyan". evaluation of."

"Then I will send these two poems and this article to Mr. Fang Weng tomorrow, and I will show them to everyone when Mr. Fang Weng replies." Said the old man called Tai'an.

"Everyone, the banquet is almost over here. How about I go and listen to the storytelling? My actor recently learned a story called "Fengshen Yanyi" outside. I heard that the storytellers in the entire Lin'an Prefecture are telling this story recently. , very hot."

"Fengshen Yanyi, I have read this story." An old man said.

"Oh, Brother Wenbo has seen it?" someone asked.

"Yes, this happened more than two months ago. It is said that this "Feng Shen Yan Yi" was written by a man named Yang Sanlang from Liucheng Academy. Many people have copied it. My son spent a lot of money to get it from a A student of Liucheng Academy bought a manuscript."

The old man said: "When I read it, there were only about forty chapters. Recently, my son has brought me back the follow-up stories one after another, and I have basically finished reading them all."

"Brother Wenbo, can you lend me a look?" An old man said to him: "I have heard that there is a strange book in the world, but it is a pity that I have never had the chance to read it. I didn't expect Brother Wenbo to have it in his hand. It is really great." .”

"Of course there is no problem, but you have to return it to me after you read it. This is my collection." The old man named Brother Wenbo said.

"I'll talk about the borrowing of books later. Since the actors in Brother Tai'an's family can talk about Fengshen Yanyi storytelling, why don't I go and listen to storytelling first." An old man said.

"Extremely extreme, I'd better go and listen to storytelling first."

(End of this chapter)