Riding the wind of rebirth

Chapter 123
Sure enough, I heard Mr. Li say: "Now let's use "The Drunkard's Pavilion" as the theme, let's write an ancient poem."

"For the sake of fairness, there are also three people from the Classical Literature Club, each of whom will present a song. We will judge the pros and cons, and then decide whether or not Jiachuan's students are qualified to join the Classical Literature Club."

"Old Li, I have a request." Zhou Zhi raised his hand again.

"Student Zhou Zhi, tell me."

"As I said just now, we are a group, advancing and retreating together, so can we discuss creation as a group, as long as we come up with three poems in the end, it will be considered a pass?"

Mr. Li smiled: "I think it is possible, but there is one more condition, that is the level of poetry."

"Then I'm fine."

"How about you Zhang Weiran?"

"We're fine."

"Let's get started, 10 minutes."

"No need." Zhang Weiran and Zhou Zhi stared at each other at the same time, and said together: "We have finished the first song."

I rely on!There was a buzzing sound in the entire activity room. They knew Zhang Weiran's level, but it would be interesting that a student from a county middle school could be so arrogant.

Don't talk nonsense, you don't even know what poetry is?
Mr. Li didn't seem to care too much about the signs of the two getting married, and only cared about the content: "Then write it out for everyone to see."

To Zhou Zhi's surprise, Zhang Weiran's calligraphy was actually pretty good.

However, Zhang Weiran was far more surprised than Zhou Zhi, this kid was so good at Oukai, he couldn't find any faults!

The two poems were sent to Mr. Li. Mr. Li first hung Zhang Weiran's poems on the blackboard and began to judge.

"Let's look at this one first. It's from Wei Ran's classmate—the poem is more than a thousand bells and millet, and the poem is lighter than a thousand households. Luling is an idiot and prefect, and he is romantic when he is drunk."

It should be said that as a high school student's poem, the level is already very good. Mr. Li commented: "In this poem, Qian Zhongsu is against Wan Huhou, and this pairing is very precise."

"This sentence says that the article is more important than a high-ranking official and rich salary, and it is also in line with Ouyang Xiu's style of indifference to fame and fortune. It is well written. And this method should not have appeared in previous poems. It belongs to Wei Ran's own creation. That would be amazing."

This sentence was inspired by Zhang Weiran just now, and he is very proud of himself, but he still has to be humble: "Thank you, Mr. Li, for your compliment."

At this point, Zhou Zhi raised his hand: "Old Li, Qian Zhongsu and Wan Huhou, I believe that Zhang Weiran has never seen it before, so it is okay to say that it is his own creation."

"But it is a bit too much to say that the poems in the past have not appeared, because as far as I know, there have been."

"It can only be said that Zhang Weiran's poetic thinking is similar to that of the ancients. Of course, this is also very remarkable, but it is another kind of greatness."

"Oh?" Mr. Li's eyes lit up: "Student Zhou Zhi, do you know someone who used it before?"

"Yes." Zhou Zhi said, "In Ma Xun's "Yusu Poems" in the Ming Dynasty, there are thousands of bell millet, ten thousand household lords, and their fate is endless. The old fisherman has no land to cultivate, and he has been fed and clothed for hundreds of thousands of years. Ask him about his work. ? A flat boat."

It is still the world of Tang poetry now, and the classical literature that everyone is reading is generally "Three Hundred Poems of Tang Dynasty", "Three Hundred Poems of Song Dynasty", and "Guwen Guanzhi" three-piece set. For Ming poetry and Qing poetry, it can be said that people who study Very few.

Not only did Mr. Li not feel disobedient towards Zhou Zhi, but he became more and more amiable: "Student Zhou Zhi is even studying Ming poetry? It's pretty good."

Zhou Zhi turned his head to look at the member opposite him again: "Actually, Zhang Weiran's 'Poetry Lights Ten Thousand Households' is also an old sentence, which was used by the ancients."

"You!" Zhang Weiran couldn't help becoming angry with embarrassment: "You are talking nonsense!"

Zhou Zhi recited aloud: "Du Mu's "Dengchizhou Jiufeng Tower Sends Zhang Gu"—I can't feel free when I feel free, and the sound of the horn alone rises from the sunset tower. Bishan thinks endlessly all day long, and the grass will stop when it is year. The eyelashes are in front of my eyes. If you don't see him for a long time, what else do you want if you don't have Dao? Who is like Mr. Zhang, a thousand poems are worth thousands of households."

None of the club members knew about this poem, but now they heard Zhou Zhi read it, and they couldn't help being in an uproar!
Especially the last sentence, which is clearly Zhang Weiran secretly praising himself by praising Ouyang Xiu with an allusion!
"Who is like Mr. Zhang, a thousand poems lighten thousands of households. ', this statement is too much!

Zhang Weiran was dumbfounded, and quickly turned his head to explain: "That's not the case, Du Mu's poem...I..."

He suddenly realized that if he admitted that he knew this allusion, it would be arrogant. If he admitted that he did not know this allusion, then... it would be to admit that his knowledge is not as good as Zhou Zhi.

Things that people can come with just opening their mouths, I don't know!

If Hua Yuliang could see this scene, he would sneer, kid, I am familiar with this routine...

Rowing on dry rocks - a dilemma!

Finally, Zhang Weiran was still dejected: "I really don't know Du Mu's poem, otherwise I would never write it like this..."

Mr. Li laughed and said: "I also believe that Wei Ran must not know this poem, otherwise she would not have written it like this. But then again, it is indeed spiritual to be able to write this sentence without knowing these things. performance."

"Just like what classmate Zhou Zhi said just now, it's an interesting thing, and it's an elegant thing."

"Next, let's look at this song by classmate Zhou Zhi - Birds Noisy in the Sky, From You to the Five Villages. Who cares about it, drinking wine to persuade the setting sun."

"Boom—" The members of the classical literature club still have a certain level of appreciation. The words of Zhou Zhi's poem are very simple, but the kind of loneliness that no one understands when the prosperity is gone; Shen Yun comes alive on paper, and anyone can experience it.

Most commune members only understand this level. In fact, "birds" also refer to "small groups", "Tianyang" refers to the imperial court, "Congyou" refers to like-minded people, and "Xianyang" refers to the regime of the Northern Song Dynasty. Only a few can understand it.

There is not a word in the whole poem that praises people directly, but it vividly portrays an image. When the two poems are put together, it is clear at a glance which is better.

Mr. Li smiled and said: "Since everyone understands it, there is no need to make detailed comments, right?"

"Poetry is the same as composition. A clever author will not vent directly or force indoctrination, but will make readers resonate and accept it in a subtle way."

"Students in the Classical Literature Club now have a bad tendency in their creations, that is, excessive pursuit of rhythm and rhyme, but forget the true nature of 'poetry expresses ambition' and 'thinking without evil'; excessive emphasis on form , but completely forgot the content."

"Everyone must remember that in the creation of literature, the first thing is to have sincere emotion, the second is to have elegant style, and the second is to have brilliant expression. Don't put the cart before the horse."

"Student Zhou Zhi's poem gave us a good example."

"Okay, let's start the second game, it's still 10 minutes."

This time, neither side dared to boast that there was no need for it, and the other side knew the level of Jiachuan County Middle School thoroughly, so Zhang Weiran and the two directors began to discuss.

Zhou Zhi is also discussing here, but it doesn't seem to be serious.

After 10 minutes, the two parties handed in the papers, but this time, Mr. Li frowned when he saw the poem.

The one from the Literary Club is—"The snow waves and ice in the Songshan Mountains are clean, and the frost flowers in the empty valley are the sages. The gentlemen are elegant and indifferent, and they are elegant and lonely in the world."

It's still the hard pouring style, especially after Mr. Li just explained the current problems of the literature club, he still makes this kind of mistake, which makes the old man very dissatisfied.

What Zhou Zhi handed in here was—"Thousands of birds singing in the spring mountains, feathered egrets chasing the clouds. The shadows under the rocks in the deep pool are really Drunkard's Pavilion."

This song is also too simple. It is a poetic translation of the scenery depicted in "The Drunkard Pavilion". Except for the last three characters that can name the theme, there is nothing too much to praise.

Obviously, the Literary Society is copying old works. It is said to be about Ouyang Xiu, or even Tao Yuanming, Wang Wei, and the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest.

On the other hand, Jiachuan Middle School is opportunistic and directly translates into Chinese, but finally knows that it is better to simplify it than to write in capital letters. Just grab a small shot, although it is translated into Chinese, at least the style of translation is relatively elegant.

However, Zhang Weiran raised his hand and questioned: "Mr. Li, have their poems lost their stickiness?"

"Loss of stickiness" is a problem in poetry writing. The requirement of rhythmic poetry is that the lower sentence of the previous couplet and the upper sentence of the next couplet must be based on the same level. This rule is called "sticky rhyme".

If it is used wrong, it is called "lost stick".

The one who has the highest demands on himself in this regard is Du Fu, the poet sage. Take "Shu Xiang" as an example:
Where is the ancestral hall (flat) of the prime minister (flat) to find?

Jinguan (Ping) outside the city (Zebo Sen) (Ping) Sen.

Yingjie (flat) green grass (flat) since spring (flat) color,

Every leaf (Zhe) oriole (Ping Kong) is good (Zi) tone.

Three Gu (Zhe) Frequent Annoyance (Ping) The World (Zhe) Calculation,

The two dynasties are peaceful, the old officials are at peace.

Leaving the teacher (Ping Wei) Jie (Ping) Ping (Ping) died first,

Chang Shi (Ze) Hero (Ze) tears full (Ze) lapel.

If you look at it vertically, it's clear at a glance.

However, Zhou Zhi also immediately raised his hand: "Mr. Li, I think Wei Ran's statement is wrong. Blind emphasis on rhythm is not what a poet pursues in the first place."

"Then talk about it." There was a smile in Li Lao's eyes.

"The set of rules that student Zhang Weiran mentioned is the requirement for regulated poems and quatrains. This time we are talking about writing poems, but there is no strict requirement to write regulated poems and quatrains."

"Let me just give you an example, Li Bai's "Climbing the Phoenix Terrace in Jinling" - the phoenix swims on the Phoenix Terrace, and the phoenix goes to the platform to empty the river. The two waters are divided into Bailuzhou. It is always because floating clouds can cover the sun, and the absence of Chang'an makes people worry."

"The couplets on the jaw and the neck of this poem, 'Clothes of the Jin Dynasty form ancient hills' and 'Three mountains and half fall outside the blue sky' are obviously lost, but even in the classification of the ancients, this poem is often classified as a verse. "

"Everyone can question Li Taibai's "Climbing the Phoenix Terrace of Jinling" with the saying of 'losing stickiness'. Isn't it a qualified poem?"

"There is also Wang Weida's "Sending the Second Envoy to Anxi" - Weicheng is rainy in the morning and the dust is light, the inn is green and willows are new. I advise you to drink a glass of wine, and there is no old friend when you leave Yangguan in the west. This song is also obviously lost, So it can't be considered poetry?"

"Ah, speaking of this, I just thought of a more exaggerated song..."

""Deer Chai"! There are no people in the empty mountain, but people's voices are heard. The reflection enters the deep forest and shines on the moss."

"The second word rhymes with the first word, the third word loses its cohesion with the second word, and the fourth word rhymes with the third word again!"

"In the eyes of Wei Ran, does this count as a cobbled together, outrageous? Are these two poems a complete insult to Wang Wei's noble title of 'Poetry Buddha'?"

"Hahahaha..." There was a burst of laughter in the activity room, even behind Zhang Weiran and the two directors, there was warm applause, applauding Zhou Zhi's words.

(End of this chapter)