For the first time in his life, Wang Xian experienced the feeling of catching ducks on the shelves.

He is a person who does not suffer, although he is calm most of the time, but tonight he was completely annoyed by those showmen, and he can't even wait for revenge in the future. So with the idea of venting, I wrote that poem. But as soon as Chen Yong left, he regretted it...... If you are called to the building boat, and take a further test of this and that, won't you show your stuffing?

He immediately decided to apply oil to the soles of his feet, but who knew that the efficiency of the old men in dealing with idle work was surprisingly high, so that he became an ant on a hot pot before he had time to get away.

So far, I can only hold on to it, and when can I pretend to be when it is......

Ignorantly, he joined a few Xiucai and saluted a few old adults. It is said that he wants to bow down, but he is stained with the light of the talents, and he is only deeply moved.

"Today's Shangyuan Poetry Club, you and the other ten people are outstanding, and I am fortunate to have Mr. Hu's personal guidance, don't you thank the bachelor?" After everyone saluted, Xu Tixue said in a deep voice.

Everyone saluted the bearded Master Hu again, "Thank you for your guidance!" I'll hear you. ”

"Hehe, I don't dare to give advice, let's just learn from each other......" Hu Guang is forty years away, graceful, and very much like the leader of the literary world. He smiled gently at everyone: "People say that Zhejiang is talented, and it is true, your poems are either graceful, or atmospheric, or beautiful, or elegant, which is really good for your age." After a pause, he said: "For example, the sentence 'Yao Kong gushes out of Xiu Hibiscus, and the treasure tree is nearly nine folded.'" And the sentence 'I was pitying the fire tree Qianchunyan, and suddenly saw the clear light reflecting the moon.' "It's quite a little Li Xiaodu's style, it's very good......"

Those who can win the top prize in the exam are really non-humans, Hu Guang just read it once, and he can remember those awkward poems, and the comments are also convincing.

"But there is one poem, but it is better than Yu Zi," after commenting on the poems of the nine Xiucai, Mr. Hu commented on the last one, and recited the whole poem for the first time:

"There are lights without the moon and there is no entertainment, and there is no spring without lights in the month.

When spring arrives, people in the world are like jade, and the lamp burns the moon and the moon is like silver

The street is full of pearls and green lantern girls, painting boats, singing and music.

If you don't show your fangzun to laugh, how can you spend this good day? ”

Bachelor Hu recited it in one go, and after reciting it in one go, he vividly displayed a lively scene of the West Lake Shangyuan in front of everyone. All the showmen were convinced when they heard it, and secretly said, it is indeed beyond my reach......

All the adults here have already commented on this poem, but when they listen to it now, they have new feelings. At first, they felt that the poem was plain and straightforward, not to mention refining and carving. But the talent flows downstream, it is natural, refreshing, and addictive. At this moment, they really feel that the artistic conception of the poem is ethereal and lofty, but it is very human, and it seems to be what they have been looking for......

The development of poetry to the Ming Dynasty has entered a bottleneck period, and after the four heroes of the early country were all killed by Taizu, they fell into the situation of ten thousand horses. For decades, poets have been seeking breakthroughs, but those who quit their jobs will inevitably become glamorous, and those who return to the basics often lose their straightforwardness, and the entire poetry world has fallen into a long dark night and cannot find its direction.

In addition, the students who wrote the poems this time are all students in school, and the students focus on their careers, and they don't put much energy into poetry, and their level is average.

It is not difficult to understand why Hu Guang and the elders watched so quickly. Whoever it is, when looking through the stacks of temporary cramming and piling up allusions and rhetoric, is not in the mood to taste it carefully, just to deal with official business.

It's not hard to understand how excited they are when they see an otherworldly poem. It's like eating chilled sour plum soup in the summer and seeing a bush of green on the loess plateau......

"Hmm, good poetry, good poetry." The first to discover this poem was Yu Qian, the prefect of Hangzhou, who praised him: "Everyone, listen to me read this poem, I found a white lotte for the Ming Dynasty." ”

When everyone heard this, they were very interested, and they all raised their heads and listened to Governor Yu slowly read: "If there is a lamp without a moon, it will not entertain people, and if there is a moon without a lamp, it will not be spring." When spring arrives, people in the world are like jade, and the lamp burns the moon and the moon is like silver......"

After Yu Qian finished reading, all the adults had a long aftertaste, and then they sighed and said: "This talent is made in heaven, and I will ...... unforgettable."

"Bachelor Xie once said that high talents don't need to use classics, and their talents are more than enough, so why do you need to find chapters and sentences?" Hu Guang also praised it and said: "When I heard this poem today, I realized that what the scholar said was true. As he spoke, he raised his glass and said, "Be a big white for the poem!" ”

"When the float is white!" Everyone raised their wine glasses, and after toasting, someone laughed and said: "With this poem alone, I deserve to be the second genius of the Ming Dynasty." "The first genius is naturally locked up in prison to solve the bachelor's degree, and no one can shake his status only by virtue of his work in repairing the "Yongle Canon".

"Yes, such a high talent, not a nameless." Hu Guang nodded heavily and said excitedly: "I should make a name for it!" As he spoke, he asked Yu Qian: "I don't know who the poet's surname is, and where is his name?" ”

Yu Zhifuguang was intoxicated, and then he remembered to look at the name, and when he saw that it was under his own rule, he replied proudly: "Fuyang little official Wang Xian...... Uh......" was stunned.

Everyone was stunned, and it was hard to believe that a small official had compared all the talents in Zhejiang......

"It's not a joke, is it?" Everyone asked, "The more talented the showman, the more Meng Lang is, it is also possible." ”

"No, it won't." Zhou Xin, who hadn't spoken much, said loudly: "He insisted that Qingshan would not relax, he did it." ”

"Ha, it turned out to be the 'No. 1 official in Jiangnan' sealed by Tie Han's father-in-law!" The elders suddenly said: "No wonder, no wonder! "Since there have been good works before, the old man's fragile little heart is easier to accept.

"Why are you willing to be an official if you are so talented?" Some people are puzzled.

"Not everyone has the money to study," Zhou Xin had a very good impression of Wang Xian, and he used Wang Xian's method to transfer the salt to the first army, and sure enough, the salt division did not dare to mess around anymore, and the restrictions on selling salt from Zhejiang were canceled.

This move not only rescued the salt merchants, but also caused the price of salt in western Zhejiang to drop sharply, benefiting hundreds of people. For this reason, Zhou Xin has always been very grateful to Wang Xian, and naturally wants to say a few words for him at this time, "This Wang Xian's father is called Wang Xingye, and he was unjustly imprisoned for several years because of the Xiucai murder case back then, which delayed his study. Last year, his father was rehabilitated, and Fuyang Zhixian took care of him to enter the county government and became a scribe, which solved the livelihood problem. ”

"I see," after listening to Zhou Xin's explanation, all the adults sighed and said: "It's a pity, it's a pity that such a talent sinks into subordinates, it's really like a pearl secretly cast......"

"Nothing to worry about." That Xu Tixue's heart moved, and he said with a smile, "Su Laoquan, twenty-seven, I was angry. He is not yet seventeen years old, and now he is urging him to study seriously, it is not another Su Mingyun! He was extremely concerned about this matter, and when he heard some doubts, he went out to explain for Wang Xian......

Seeing him so enthusiastic, Zhou Xin was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood Xu Tixue's little abacus, and couldn't help frowning slightly, as if he had helped .......

On the boat, on Wang Xian's poems, Master Hu put on the paise of the world's great masters and educated all living beings:

"This poem is plain and straightforward, not to mention refining words and carving, but it is catchy and beautiful. For what? Because it is like a harp tinkling without noise, like flowing clouds without hindrance. After a pause, Mr. Hu looked around, and then remembered something very important and said, "Which one is Wang Xian?" ”

"The villain is here." Wang Xian is not a scholar, so naturally he can't call himself a student, so he hurriedly went out to salute.

Everyone saw that he had beautiful eyebrows and clear bones, and he didn't have the vulgar energy of the little officials in the yamen, and the pimple in his heart went a lot...... If the author of this kind of poem is the kind of vulgar official who can't stand it at first glance, it has to make people panic?

"Do you have a table?" Mr. Hu asked kindly.

"Cursive Zhongde." Wang Xian said respectfully: "It was given by the county master." ”

"Good." Mr. Hu sighed in his heart, if it wasn't good, the old man would give you one, which would also be a good conversation. "Zhongde, let me ask you, how many years have you been in school?"

"If you go back to the bachelor's degree, the villain has only been to school for a few days." Although Wang Xian didn't understand what Hu Guang meant, he seemed to want to clear his name, so he naturally replied obediently.

"Who did you learn to compose poetry from?" Hu Guang asked again.

"No one teaches." Wang Xiandao.

"Frightened," the elders laughed, "Then how can you compose poetry?" ”

"The villain only knows the basic duality and level, and it is easy to read "Three Hundred Tang Poems" on weekdays," Wang Xian replied timidly: "After a long time, I also dare to make some limerick poems and slip through the ......."

After speaking, a big stone fell to the ground in my heart, at least put the words here, and I don't have to worry about revealing the stuffing. Of course, this is all thanks to Mr. Hu Guanghu, who is willing to be a nursery, but he is not so competent.

"Self-study has the advantage of self-study, such as childishness, everything is natural, you can not be affected by the teacher's inheritance and atmosphere, but you can learn the artistic conception of Tang poetry." Master Hu was also very satisfied with Wang Xian's cooperation, and continued to teach sentient beings:

"And you are all from a professional background, and when you compose poems, it is inevitable that you will painstakingly carve and use dictionaries in order to show off your knowledge, but the result will be condescending and losing your natural artistic conception. Jiang Baishi said that 'carving hurts the spirit', which is the truth. ”

"But it's not for you to learn from him, then you will learn Handan's toddler, you can't learn that nature, and even the original subtlety is gone, and the result is that you don't rely on both ends." After a pause, Mr. Hu said in a deep voice: "How to balance the relationship between carving and nature can be really exquisite!" At the end, the old man sent it to you with a sentence from Lu Fangweng, 'The article is made by nature and won by chance.' 'I have already pointed out the direction to you, as for what you can achieve in the future, firstly, you will wait for your talent, and secondly, you will look at your efforts, so that you can do it yourself......"

"The students are taught!" The students were excited, this was the teaching of the great master, and they seemed to see a golden avenue leading to the throne of the god of poetry......