Liu Zhizhou recalled the tune of "Yangguan Three Stacks" in his mind, and glanced at the verses on the long axis, isn't this Zhang Chichi's just using the content momentum of the text to play a song "Yangguan Three Stacks" in disguise? No wonder he said that the name of the poem is Triassic Yangchun.

If so, that's even greater!

Suddenly come to your senses, Xiwen? Zheng Lang's poems and words had too much impact on him, otherwise as soon as he heard this word, he would know who was coming.

Turning his head, he saw a middle-aged man with a square face standing next to a young man with a long face. walked over and asked in a low voice, "Your Excellency is Fan Xiwen?" ”

"Exactly, I've seen Liu Zhizhou."

"Long admiration, long admiration," Liu Zhizhou arched his hand and said.

This person is Fan Zhongyan, who was admitted to the Jinshi at the age of twenty-seven, a little later than some geniuses. But there are many more people who passed the exam later than him. In the fifth year of Tianxi, as a salt warehouse official, he wrote to Jianghuai Caoyun Zhang Lun, bitterly stated the benefits and disadvantages of the sea embankment, and suggested that the sea embankment should be rebuilt. So he was transferred to Xinghua County Commander and completed this arduous task with his friend Teng Zongliang. The victims of Xinghua were grateful, and remembered him as an ancestral hall when he left office, and even many victims followed his surname Fan. Due to his political achievements, he was transferred back to Beijing and served as the Cheng of Dali Temple. But in the fourth year of Tiansheng, his mother died of illness and went home to mourn. Let Yan Shu invite him to Nanjing and let him teach at Juyang Academy. Because he has a good official character, his morality is also praised, his knowledge is good, and he is very serious in teaching. Under his teaching and supervision, the style of study of Juyang College has taken on a new look, and scholars from all over the world have come to ask for advice.

The official position is not as high as Liu Zhizhou, and the age is not as old as Liu Zhizhou, but in the face of Fan Zhongyan, Liu Zhizhou has to respect it.

As for the other person, Liu Zhizhou didn't know.

Luoyang Fubi is amazingly talented, so Fan Zhongyan thought that he had Wang Zuozhi's talent, and recommended it to Yan Shu. Yan Shu talked to him and was also very appreciative, so he married his daughter to him.

"Liu Zhizhou, I don't dare to stand it."

"Xixian, why do you have time to come to Zhengzhou?"

It was Fu Bi who heard about this grand event and pulled Fan Zhongyan here. However, the two of them just took a look, although Fu Bi was just in his early twenties, and he didn't bother to come out to show off on this occasion. Besides, people love Zhengzhou students, and they are from Luoyang, so they have nothing to do with each other.

However, after watching it for a while, like Zheng Lang, I felt tasteless, and it was not even as good as Lou Yan's crisp singing.

It wasn't until Zheng Lang appeared that the two of them came to the spirit, what did the officials do? is the most observant, looking at the temperament of these two people, there is no obstruction, let them gradually squeeze into the middle of the field.

However, he didn't answer, Fan Zhongyan pointed at Zheng Lang and said, "Liu Zhizhou, let's talk for a while, let's take a look, how did he write this last stack?" ”

"yes."

Although Fan Zhongyan is famous, what he cares about most at the moment is the words and poems of this Zheng family.

The people outside the circle were also so anxious that they scratched their ears and cheeks, only to hear shouts from time to time inside, and many people were out of shape, what was written? Look at it and don't see it. But some people already know that this son is writing a long poem.

Long poems or short poems are more difficult to write, and there are many debates. It is not easy to write short poems that are short and concise. However, there are still more people who agree that long poems are not necessarily difficult to write, but it is even more difficult to write brilliantly, so long, and it is not easy to pay attention to some rhythmic changes, and the coherence and integrity of the content.

Especially for a twelve-year-old boy like Zheng Lang, it is even more difficult to control it and win unanimous praise.

This Zheng Lang didn't know, let alone know that he was regarded as a real scholar by later generations, so he stood behind him and watched with interest. I can't know, otherwise my thoughts will be messed up, and this poem will not be able to be written. When Liu Zhizhou was talking, he wrote a few more lines:

"The immortals are kind to the world, and the Jade Emperor is in the Qing Dynasty. The haze poured out and the clouds returned, and the misery suddenly went to spring to be warm. Tong and Ogiga are selustening, and bees and butterflies are dancing. The river goes to the sea unhindered, paving green all the way to the end of the world. The sparkling light plays the golden song, and the green algae weaves the jasper hairpin. Crape myrtle flies around the double swallow, and the angelica orchid by the water is a shore flower. The colorful sail fishing song sings late, and the long pavilion sends friends to the west shadow. Chaosheng glycol sneaks into the night, and the moon is exquisite and half returns home. ”

Seeing this, Fu Bi also smiled and said, "Xiwen, look at what happened to him." ”

Fan Zhongyan also smiled, but after thinking about it, it didn't seem to be good, spring is thick, why write about summer again? This is somewhat inconsistent with today's poetry society.

"The tide comes and goes, and the river has arrived at Xingyang. The cigarette caresses the river in the fu, and the robe whispers to the willows by the embankment. This is the Chu and Han dynasties, and the tragedy of the year is not your memory. The two armies confronted each other, and the flags meandered for a hundred miles. The scab instigated the earthquakes of the mountains and rivers, and the arrows rained and the lightning roared. Galloping vertically and horizontally as a running beast, advancing and retreating into black clouds. Compete with the armor and wear the sternum, and fight for the sword to sweep the face and the soul. The wound of the horse is cracked, and the murderous spirit is condensed. The water stains the blood and loses its color, and the wild corpse cave mountain is hidden. Four years of life and death battles, just for a good name. ”

Fu Bi breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's finally turned around." ”

actually used the tragic scene of the struggle between Chu and Han as the last **. It's really unexpected, at this moment, the arrogant Xuanbi is a little impressed.

Fan Zhongyan said: "Don't worry, see how he collects it." ”

The momentum is so great, the ending is even more difficult to collect, if it is collected well, it is a good poem, and if it is not collected well, the whole poem will be wasted.

However, Zheng Lang didn't know and continued to write.

"The river willow is close to the heart, and the new leaves are shaking. It is still difficult to get to this point, let alone the rise and fall of the matter. Jin Rust Guangli also works hard, don't make the past a teacher. The two of them scattered, and the red wind in the sky was light. The jagged clouds and trees cover the morning glow, and the high and low pink apricot cages are smoky. The river flows silently for thousands of miles, and a few white sails appear in the sky. ”

"Good!" This time, even Fan Zhongyan applauded. In just a few sentences, the theme became clear, the idea was even more noble, and the whole poem was sublimated, which also alluded to the intention of the poetry club held in Zhengzhou Zhizhou. In the end, the aftermath is lingering, and the artistic conception and rhythm also coincide with the rhyme of "Yangguan Three Stacks", and it also has a faint symbolic meaning. Written as a twelve-year-old stinky young man, it is a rare masterpiece. Of course, his cheers have long been drowned out by everyone.

Zheng Lang put down the pen and said to Liu Zhizhou: "Zhizhou, can the kid take Chen Siniang away?" ”

"Yes, yes," at this time, Zheng Lang asked him for his granddaughter, as long as he could correct his name and give a wife's name, Liu Zhizhou would most likely agree immediately.

walked in front of Chen Siniang, her expression changed, and the fear disappeared, replaced by a trace of admiration and a trace of confusion in her eyes. I don't understand, how in a blink of an eye, this young man has become gorgeous and has a big transformation.

Zheng Lang said in a low voice: "Chen Siniang, come to my house and teach me piano skills for two years, I will find a loyal family to let you have a good home for the rest of your life, are you willing?" If you want, come with me. ”

"Slave...... Willing. ”

Don't worry, you still have to ask the new Taishou who raised you? I forgot!

"Then let's go back."

"Well," Si'er replied happily.

said that our little master can't do it, but if he sees it, that one dares to say no.

This time, there was no need to shout, and the crowd automatically dodged a road. Some people have a sense of fear in their eyes, and in this era, they believe in ghosts and gods, and they write poems in their twenties that make Zhizhou and others lose their temper, maybe there is. But what does it mean that a twelve-year-old child has convinced so many big people in the middle of the field to the point of madness!

Suddenly, Lou Yan said: "This is plagiarism!" ”