Rise From the Humble

  Chapter 211 I have the urge to hit my face

  Everyone concentrated on conceiving and splashing ink, and for a while, the fragrance of ink overshadowed the fragrance of vegetables.

From time to time someone wrote a poem, from time to time someone passed the poem to everyone, and from time to time a poem was passed to the front table. There are two or three excellent works that have been affirmed by the big guys.

"bamboo"

  Before the stage, the old man is old and green, but he likes to grow ten thousand poles all the year round.

  The most important thing is to keep an open mind and stay strong.

Guo Ziyu's "Bamboo" poem was also passed on, and it was also affirmed by the boss at the first table, which made him a little complacent. Looking around, he saw that Zhu Ping'an, the last table, still hadn't written a single word, and he couldn't help feeling that this was a godsend opportunity .

  Therefore, Guo Ziyu, like the other participants who exchanged tables, took a glass of wine and slowly came to Zhu Pingan's table, exchanged greetings, exchanged poems, and drank a glass with the people in the last seat.

  Then, Guo Ziyu seemed to suddenly find the blank sheet of paper in front of Zhu Pingan, and he said in artificial surprise:

   "Brother Zhu Xian is known for his talent, why hasn't he written yet?"

  Guo Ziyu's astonishment attracted the people from several tables nearby. Everyone had written poems. Although not all of them were affirmed by the head boss, they were not bad either. At this moment, I heard that someone hasn't written it yet, so I can't help turning around curiously.

  The last of the last seats, a young genius comparable to Yang Gelao

  But at this moment, nothing is written, is it to attract everyone's attention? Or in vain?

   Then everyone inevitably has some ideas of their own.

   "Zhu Xiandi comes from a mountain village, and there are many pine, bamboo and plum trees on the mountain, but the good poems you usually write are too confusing?"

  Guo Ziyu pretended to speak for Zhu Pingan again, and inadvertently revealed the details of Zhu Pingan's origin from the mountain village.

  Then everyone looked at Zhu Ping'an slightly strangely. Of course, some people heard that Zhu Ping'an came from a poor family, and they appreciated it a little more, but it was not the mainstream.

  In ancient times, people attached great importance to family status and birth. You are a farmer's son, and he is from a scholarly family, so in the eyes of outsiders, he must value the scholarly family more. In their eyes, people from a scholarly family can receive better education, and they can cultivate better children. As for those children from rich families, they can get access to better education. The so-called carp jumping over the dragon's gate is something that can be encountered but not sought after.

  So when everyone knew that Zhu Ping'an came from a poor family, apart from some admiration, most of them were strange, a kid who came from a poor family. It doesn't matter how much development you can have without money.

   At this moment, nothing was written, and thinking that he was the last one to win this time, everyone had to be a little suspicious. During the township examination, tens of thousands of students rushed to the examination room. How many students from a scholarly family have been taught to write and write by their elders since they were young. The cold and heat are not in danger. Apart from eating and drinking, they study. It can be said that they are vocational candidates, and the educational environment is good; he can stand out among a bunch of professional candidates. For this young genius, luck should be one of the important factors.

  Zhu Pingan looked at Guo Ziyu who was standing beside him, and looked at his provocative and contemptuous face

  I don't know why some people always look down on me?

   are you jealous

  If you put it in normal times, you will laugh it off. But at this time, watching them painstakingly choose words and sentences, and think about how many scenes from yesterday in the whole of Daming, there is a depression in my heart that is difficult to vent.

  Suddenly, I had the urge to slap my face.

Excuse me. Who told you to rush over here, just because I can't vent some of my emotions.

  Writing poems, I have never been afraid of anyone. After all, so many poems and songs from the late Ming Dynasty to the Qing Dynasty to modern times "belong" to me in a sense.

   "Among the newcomers, Ping An is the most disrespectful, and everyone is in front of you. Ping An is ashamed of himself." Zhu Pingan raised the corners of his lips slightly, and cupped his hands towards Guo Ziyu.

  You're pretty good at changing the subject. But finally got this opportunity, how can I let you succeed. Guo Ziyu thought so in his heart.

"Brother Zhu Xian, don't be modest. If you say that you are ashamed of yourself when you are in the middle school at the age of thirteen, don't we want to find a tree with a crooked neck and hang it on the southeast branch?" Guo Ziyu pointed at everyone and himself, shaking his head and laughing. .

   "Exactly." Guo Ziyu's words attracted the meddlesome people to agree.

"Brother Zhu Xian, don't refuse. There are many pines and bamboos in the mountains and fields. Brother Zhu Xian must have a good sentence. If there are too many good poems in his belly, it is difficult to choose. Why don't you write them and let me help you choose." Guo Ziyu urged again, His eyes were full of teasing.

   This is not only for Zhu Pingan to write a poem, but for Zhu Pingan to write at least several poems.

  Under the leadership of Guo Ziyu, there are more people doing good deeds and more booing.

  Zhu Ping'an looked at Guo Ziyu, and slandered: I really think I can't write. I can write dozens of poems about bamboo, song and plum in a minute. Do you believe it?

   is what you want.

  Amid Guo Ziyu's repeated urging, Zhu Pingan took the pen and paper, and wrote amidst the crowd's clamor:

"bamboo"

  Stay firm on the green hills and not let go, the roots are originally in the broken rocks;

  Thousands of blows are still strong, let the wind from east to west.

  As soon as this poem was written, Guo Ziyu, who called out loudest just now, was speechless. This poem seemed to be specially slapped in the face, but the posture of the slap was so handsome!

   Standing up and breaking the rock, as if responding to himself that he came from a poor family in a mountain village.

  Thousands of blows, letting Er wind from east to west, from north to south, is almost mirroring himself!

  However, this is just my own understanding, because no matter who reads this poem, it is full of firmness, tenacity, and strong character

   "Okay, little Zhu Xiandi is as expected as long as he doesn't sing, he's a blockbuster." A Juren at the same table was full of praise and amazement for Zhu Ping'an's "Bamboo".

   Clinging firmly to the green hills and never letting go, the bamboo roots are rooted in the broken rocks. Stand strong no matter where the wind blows from.

  This kind of artistic conception makes people feel full of strength when they think about it!

   "This poem is very strong, comparable to Gong's "Lime Yin"!"

   Nearby are all talented people. After reading this poem by Zhu Ping'an, I highly admire it. As for Cao Jieyuan's "Bamboo" just now, it pales in comparison.

  Listening to the praise of the people around him, Guo Ziyu felt his face was hot, but at this time he was on the verge of riding a tiger, and couldn't help but flinch, so he had to forcefully boast and urged again.

   "It's wonderful, it's beyond words. This one is just so breathtaking. Wouldn't the other poems that Zhu Xiandi had a hard time choosing be even more wonderful? Let's share the good essays. Don't be stingy and keep the good essays for yourself, Zhu Xiandi."

   I admit that your song is very good, but I don't believe you can make a song comparable to this one! Guo Ziyu thought to himself.

  Zhu Ping'an took a look at Guo Ziyu, then picked up his pen to write again.

   If you don’t believe me, then I’m sorry to disappoint you, who made me feel so unhappy, you’re still catching up!

"bamboo"

  Walking in the shabby room and listening to Xiao Xiaozhu, it is suspected to be the suffering of the neighbors.

   Some of my juniors are juniors, and every branch and leaf always cares about love.

   After writing this poem, everyone around was dumbfounded, and they were full of respect for the young man in the last seat.

  This poem sweeps away the wind of chanting bamboo and praising bamboo and praising bamboo, and finds another way. No, it can be said to be sent out of feeling.

   Directly sublimated to a realm!

  From bamboo to love, it has risen to the realm of worrying about the world before worrying about it!

  The previous poem can be said to be the best in the audience in terms of the strength of the bamboo, but this one has risen to the level of people's livelihood and suffering. Everyone will talk about the worries of the world, but how to do it? Among all the bamboo-chanting poems, this poem can be said to be ground-breaking.

   "Such two poems, if it were me, I would be in a dilemma."

   Someone sighed like this.

  Guo Ziyu was already dumbfounded at this time, and was stunned on the spot! The face is red and the ears are hot! How can you really write it out!

  (end of this chapter)