Lian Erye's Road to Imperial Examination

When Jia Lian finished writing the first ci, Li Daoqing and the others couldn't help applauding and praised loudly: "Good words, good words, good words!"

Li Daoqing and the others cheered loudly, which aroused the attention of the audience.

Wang Jingzhi knew Li Daoqing and the others, and seeing their excited faces, he couldn't help being curious, and walked towards them.

"Brother Li, why are you guys so happy? Did you write a good poem or a good word?"

Li Daoqing and the others saluted Wang Jingzhi, then smiled and said to him: "It's not us old guys who wrote a good poem, but my student who wrote a good poem."

Only then did Wang Jingzhi discover Jia Lian's existence. When he saw Jia Lian's face, he couldn't help but startled, and exclaimed in his heart, what a handsome young man.

"Lian'er, hurry up and pay a visit to Mr. Wang."

Jia Lian put down the pen in his hand and bowed to Wang Jingzhi: "Student Jia Lian has met Mr. Wang."

Wang Jingzhi smiled and said to Li Daoqing: "Brother Li has accepted a good student." This is to praise Jia Lian for his good looks.

Li Daoqing handed the Ci written by Jia Lian to Wang Jingzhi: "Brother Wang, look at the Ci written by my student."

Wang Jingzhi reached out to take it, and said modestly, "Then I'll take a look."

"Die Lian Hua." The name of the ci tablet was Die Lian Hua. Wang Jingzhi thought it was too ordinary, then looked down, and read it softly: "The hard work is the most pity for the sky and the moon. The past is like a ring, and the past and the past are like rings." When he finished reading the first sentence, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if very surprised, and continued to look down, "If it is like the end of the moon, it will be as warm as ice and snow." After reading the second sentence, his pupils Shrinking suddenly, the hands holding the rice paper trembled slightly, "It's easy to end without that dusty relationship, the swallow is still there, and said softly on the curtain hook." After reading the third sentence, his whole face suddenly turned red, his lips trembled slightly, and his breath A little unsteady, "After singing, Qiufen's sorrow never ceases, and Chun Cong recognizes the amphibious butterfly." After reading the last sentence, he was stunned and did not respond for a long time.

"Brother Wang, what do you think of this poem?"

Wang Jingzhi stared at the rice paper in his hand, and suddenly said loudly: "Miaomiaomiao! Good words, good words, good words!" Wang Jingzhi always thought that people would give people the impression of being gentle and refined, and no matter what happened, he would look calm and calm. The facial expression has never been so gaffe like it is now.

Hearing Wang Jingzhi say three wonderful words and three good words again, others were very curious about what kind of words made Wang Jingzhi so excited.

"Dielianhua." Wang Jingzhi read out loud.

Hearing the name of the Cipai, everyone present felt that it was very ordinary and nothing new.

"The hard work is the most pity for the sky and the moon. The past is like a ring, and the past and the past have become a ring." As if savoring it carefully, Wang Jingzhi read it word by word.

When Wang Jingzhi finished reading the first sentence, the scene suddenly fell silent.

"If it is like the end of the moon, it will be bright and clean, and the ice and snow will be warm."

Hearing the second sentence, everyone at the scene gasped.

"It's easy to end without that mortal relationship, but the swallow is still there, and said softly on the curtain hook."

Hearing the third sentence, everyone present was stunned.

"After singing, the sorrows of the autumn graves have not stopped, and the spring clusters recognize the amphibious butterflies."

After listening to the last sentence, everyone present was stunned and didn't react for a long time.

"A good word, it's really a good word." Wang Jingzhi was amazed after reading the first sentence. After reading the first word, he was completely fascinated.

Everyone present heard Wang Jingzhi's approval and woke up from the huge shock: "A good word is really a good word!"

This poem is very poignant and very sad.

In fact, this poem is to commemorate the dead, so it is very sad.

"Brother Li, I'll show this poem to Mr. Xia." After Wang Jingzhi finished speaking, he saluted Li Daoqing and hurried upstairs.The teachers of Qingshan Academy and Blue Mountain Academy are on the third floor. They are all highly educated people and have a high reputation among scholars.

Seeing Wang Jingzhi running away in a hurry, Jia Lian and Li Daoqing all had surprised expressions on their faces.

"May I ask Mr. Li to write the lyrics of Butterfly Love Flower?" A handsome man walked over and asked politely.

Li Daoqing looked at the person in front of him, it was Meng Zhongyu from Qingshan Academy.A well-known talented scholar in Qingshan Academy. "It's not the old man, but the old man's student Jia Lian did it."

Seeing that the Butterfly Love Flower song just now was composed by a child, Meng Zhongyu's eyes widened in astonishment, with an unbelievable expression on his face.

How can it be?

The person in front of me looks about ten years old, how could he write the poem Die Lian Hua?

Jia Lian felt a little embarrassed when he saw that everyone was looking at him, and cupped his fists at everyone: "You're showing your ugly face."

There was an uproar at the scene, and I couldn't believe that the poem just now was composed by a child of about ten years old.

Die Lianhua is obviously mourning the death of his lover, how could he, a ten-year-old child, write this poem?

Although Meng Zhongyu didn't believe it, he didn't show it. Instead, he asked politely: "Mr. Jia's poem is to commemorate the deceased, right? And he is also a beloved one?"

Someone whispered: "How could a ten-year-old kid write this poem."

"That's right, how can a ten-year-old kid have such deep feelings."

"I guess it was copied."

Although these people spoke softly, everyone in the audience could hear their voices, and of course Jia Lian heard it too.

Li Daoqing's face darkened when he heard these words.Although he also had doubts in his heart, how could his student write such a lingering and sad poem, but he never believed that the student's poem was plagiarized.

"This poem is precisely a mourning for my deceased wife. Of course it is not my wife. I am only 11 years old this year and I have not married a wife yet."

"Whose wife is mourning?"

"I saw a script some time ago. It was about a poor student who fell in love with a rich lady. After all kinds of hardships, he finally got together with the rich lady and lived happily for several years. The rich lady died of a terminal illness. The man became more and more grief-stricken, and knelt in front of the Buddha to pray, praying to see his wife again, even if it was a soul."

Everyone didn't understand the relationship between this story and the poem Die Lian Hua.

"I was moved by the emotion in the storybook, and then I wrote this poem in a flash of inspiration."

Everyone: "..."

"Write a poem in mourning for the deceased wife for the man in the story book."

Everyone: "..."

Li Daoqing's first reaction was that Jia Lian actually read the storybook, it was too messy, and when the poetry meeting was over, he would teach Jia Lian a good lesson.

"Even if you are moved by the story in the storybook, it is impossible to write the poem Die Lianhua. You must have copied it."

"What kind of feelings do you, a kid who hasn't grown all hair know yet?"

"That's it."

Jia Lian really wanted to swear at these people, but he couldn't do that. He said indifferently, "It's up to you whether you believe it or not."

"Unless you can write another poem about Die Lian Hua and prove to us that you didn't plagiarize."

"Who are you and why should I prove it to you?"

"Aren't you unable to write?"

"I think he copied it."

Li Daoqing was very angry when he saw his students being slandered, and he opened his mouth to defend Jia Lian: "Everyone, the title of Die Lian Hua was decided by Mr. Wang temporarily, none of us can know the title in advance, and my students can't plagiarize. "

Hearing what Li Daoqing said, the people present felt that it made sense. Mr. Wang had just decided on the topic. They couldn't know the topic in advance, so how could they cheat and plagiarize.

Half of the people were convinced by this reason, but half of them didn't believe it, saying that Jia Lian copied the poem in advance, and it happened that today's topic was Die Lian Hua, which was used by him.

Jia Lian laughed angrily after hearing this: "Where is such a coincidence?"

"Unless you can write another poem similar to Die Lian Hua."

Just as Jia Lian was about to refute, Wang Jingzhi came back at this moment. He came not alone, but several people followed him.A group of people came downstairs in a mighty way, and everyone's expression was very excited.

Seeing the person coming, those who had arrogantly questioned Jia Lian just now saluted one after another, looking like a good baby: "Teacher."

"You made this Die Lian Hua?" An old man with gray hair and beard walked up to Jia Lian, staring at him with burning eyes.

"Yes."

"Sir, how could he, a ten-year-old kid, write this Die Lian Hua? He must have copied it."

The old man turned his head and glanced at the student who was speaking, and said coldly, "Shut up!"

The student who was scolded immediately shut up obediently, not daring to say anything more.

"How could you, a child, write such lingering and touching words?"

"Read the script and send it with emotion."

A student named Meng Zhongyu told the old man what Jia Lian had just said.

After the old man finished listening, he looked at Jia Lian in surprise: "You, a child, can feel such deep feelings."

In fact, not only the students present didn’t believe it, even teachers like Wang Jingzhi didn’t believe that Jia Lian could write such emotional words, after all, he was just a child.If he is in his 20s, it is normal to write such words.

"Do you also suspect that I copied it?"

The old man shook his head: "We don't suspect that your poem was copied, but we are surprised how a child like you can write such a deeply emotional poem?"

Hearing this, Jia Lian really wanted to roll his eyes at the old man in front of him. What you said is to suspect me of plagiarism.

Li Daoqing saw that his students were suspected by everyone. If Jia Lian didn't prove that he wrote the poem Die Lianhua, his reputation would be ruined.

"Jia Lian, in front of everyone, write another song similar to Die Lianhua to prove yourself."

Seeing Li Daoqing's serious expression, Jia Lian knew that he was helping him, so he obediently nodded and agreed: "Since you don't believe me, then I'll make another song similar to Die Lianhua."

"it is good."

"You can come up with the topic as you like."

Seeing Jia Lian's confident look, Wang Jingzhi and the old man had great expectations for what he would do next.

"The topic is Die Lian Hua."

Jia Lian pretended to be thinking, but actually flipped through Ming and Qing poems in his mind.

After a while, he pretended to be enlightened: "Yes, the name of the ci card is Die Lian Hua. Chu Sai

There are no fixed evidences for the rivers and mountains in the present and ancient times. In the sound of drawing horns, the herding horses come and go frequently.Who can speak of desolation?The west wind blows the Old Dan maple.

Have you ever had countless grievances?Tie Ma Jin Ge, Green Tomb at Dusk Road.How deep is the love?The sunset shines in the deep mountains and the rain in the deep autumn. "

While Jia Lian was reading, the old man wrote it down with a pen.

When Jia Lian finished the last sentence, the audience fell into silence again, and everyone had a dull expression.

The old man was the first to react and shouted three times: "Good! Good! Good!"

Wang Jingzhi also came to his senses, and said excitedly: "Good words, very well written!"

Jia Lian glanced at the students of Qingshan College and Lanshan College, raised his chin slightly, and asked, "Are you going to accuse me of plagiarism again?"

The students who questioned Jia Lian before all lowered their heads, blushing and afraid to look at Jia Lian.

The old man stared at Jia Lian with bare eyes, as if seeing some treasure.

"Such a clever boy."

The author has something to say:

It is "Butterfly Love Flower" by Nalan Xingde, and the second song "Butterfly Love Flower. Out of the Frontier" was also written by Nalan Xingde.