Riding the wind of rebirth

The crowd laughed again.

This is the legacy of Qushui Liucup. At first, everyone sat along the stream, and whoever the cup went to would chant a poem;
Later, it evolved into a drinking order, and it was no longer required to write poems, and it counted as being able to recite a sentence.

But basically no one plays it now, and it will take another few decades before it will appear at CCTV's Poetry Conference.

Ma Ye shook his head and sighed: "Now I have an appointment with Wang Shuo and his gang. Once I enter Donglaishun, I will get twenty catties of mutton and ten bottles of Moutai. Lu Zhishen and Wu Song will be shocked when they come here, and they dare to say that they are literati!"

"There are still such literati, Liu Ling, Li Bai, and Tao Yuanming are all." Zhou Zhi likes the novels of several people, and his buttocks are naturally crooked: "By the way, I haven't asked my brother-in-law where he went today."

"I went to Shouwai, Qingbei, Yuanmingyuan, Summer Palace."

"Having visited so many places? Don't worry, the Summer Palace is still worth seeing."

"That's right, ten days and a half months are not enough to see a veranda clearly." Master Ma laughed.

"Fortunately, brother Yi will be staying in the capital for a long time, and he has plenty of time to watch." Zhou Zhi said, "I'm so envious..."

"The elbow, you should also study hard and try to get into the capital to study at a university." Madam encouraged.

"He can't come." Mr. Wang said with a smile: "Mr. Youwen's closed disciple, in terms of age, he should be our grandson, and in terms of seniority, he should actually be a generation younger than Latitude."

"The old man knows my master?" Zhou Zhi asked.

"There is no distinction between phonology and rhyme. Your teacher's wife is a student of Mr. Boju. Mr. Boju ran a Chinese drama club at Yanda University. Because of the study of rhythm and phonology, he often consulted with your master Shao Xiangong, so everyone and Mr. Youwen Also quite familiar."

"However, we haven't seen each other for decades, but Zhenduo goes to Beijing for a meeting, so we see each other occasionally."

Now Zhou Zhi really knows what a "circle" is.

The tip of the pyramid is too small, and there are just those faces turning around, and they all have a relationship with each other.

Zhou Zhi immediately blushed: "I really don't know about that, nothing else, Mr. Ma is still Mr. Ma, but he has to bring Brother Wu to follow me for the next generation."

In the midst of everyone's laughter, Zhou Zhi raised his cup again: "It's still too late to change the name to Master Uncle and Grandma Master. I'll toast to the two elders, and wish the elders frost, pines, snow cypresses, and longevity."

"Are they all okay?" After sorting out this relationship, Madam's perception of Zhou Zhi got better.

The allusion of "Frost Pine and Snow Cypress" comes from Wen Zhengming's "Mr. Shoudong Shetian". It is an auspicious saying for celebrating the birthday of more than 80 people. Mr. Wang glanced around. I am afraid that only himself and his wife understand Zhou Zhi at this table. The allusions quoted, while sighing, gave Zhou Zhi a deeper respect.

"It's all pretty good. By the way, there was a big happy event before I came."

"What big event?"

"In Shudu, my classmates and I went to the second-hand goods market. Brother Wu's younger sister, Shu Yi, who is also my classmate, found Master Zeng's manuscript at a stall!"

"Really? What a coincidence? What kind of information do you have? Your classmate is not low in knowledge. Are all middle school students now so good?"

"Uh... Shu Yi helped me sort out a lot of materials, and I'm quite familiar with the academic style of rhyme studies. When I saw the manuscript, I felt that it should be very important materials about rhyme studies, which attracted my attention."

"After we went to see it, we found that it was "Guangyun Shuzheng" and "Supplementary Notes of Classical Anthology" that Zeng Shizu had lost for many years!"

"Oh, this is a big deal! I heard from Zhenduo that the knowledge of Mr. Shao Xian's life is basically contained in these two works!" Now the wife was also excited: "How much have you recovered?"

"A total of seven boxes, with a preliminary estimate of more than 600 million words. The two original manuscripts of Zeng Shizu should have been recovered."

"Great!" The old man stood up excitedly: "Wei, is there any paper and ink here?"

"Yes, they were left by Director Li back then. They are all good things." Zhou Zhi found these things in his bedroom yesterday when he was "taking inventory" in the house.

Only Jiang Wu and Yu Bin feel the pain. Is it so unpalatable for cultural people?One comes out and the other comes out.

Fortunately, it will take some time to polish the ink and cloth table. Zhou Zhi and Master Qiao will switch.

Everyone moved into the main hall, and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone had already been placed on the three-piece red sandalwood case.

"Elbow should have practiced calligraphy, right?" The old man asked: "The old learning can't escape the grind."

"My brother-in-law and I have both practiced, but we generally don't dare to show our ugliness."

"Come on, let's take a look at yours first." The old man simply put his hands behind his back.

"Uh..." Zhou Zhi and Master Qiao looked at each other, and Master Qiao said, "Then I'll come first."

Master Qiao's European style is upright and beautiful, and the content is also pleasing. It is written that "the Lingtai rests for a thousand years, and the Danzao is completely dustless".

This is a line from Mi Fu's poem "Partridge Sky·Xianji Gongxiang Guoshou", which is quite unpopular, but it can be regarded as good wishes and good prayers, and everyone nods after seeing it.

"Qiao Mu's background is good, but he's a little too serious and a little less lively." Madam nodded after seeing it: "But the composition is the right way, and the writing is not bad."

"The elbow is yours, can you use Changfeng pen?"

"Changfeng is too soft and I can't do it. I'm the same as Yi brother." Zhou Zhi didn't dare to show his shame, took the brush from Master Qiao, pondered for a while, and wrote a few sentences.

Raise the wings of the Pengfeng to rise thousands of miles, and nourish the spring and rain for thousands of years.

"Since we are all learning Huangshan Valley, Changfeng still needs to practice." Madam can see Zhou Zhi's background and the direction he is working hard at a glance.

"Yes."

"The couplet is pretty good, thank you." The old man smiled and said, "Thank you, Qiao Mu, too."

Zhou Zhi's couplet is inspired by "Xiaoyaoyou", and the first couplet is based on the allusion of Kunpeng, implying that the old man once sank under the nine abyss, and finally soared above the nine heavens.

The second couplet is taken from "In ancient times, there was a big toon, and the eight thousand years old was the spring, and the eight thousand years were the autumn. This is also a great year." It also means to congratulate the old people on their health and longevity.

The most important thing is mentality, the two elders are now in a happy state, gratifying to congratulate.

Of course, the old couple understood and liked it very much.

The old man took off the Changfeng brush from the pen holder: "Actually, I have also practiced Huangshan Valley for a while, but now I am more like Liang Shizheng, the more I practice, the less I pursue."

These words are simply polite. It can only be said that the old man has crossed the stage of "chasing the ancients" and reached the level of "doing what one wants without exceeding oneself", and has become a whole of his own.

After pondering for a moment, the pen took the lead, and the old man also left a couplet:
Qingyinji returned to Renzu, and the words were left in the ashes to wait for Fusheng.

Zhou Zhi hurriedly bowed and said, "I have written a letter of praise for Master Grandpa on behalf of Grand Master Zeng."

The old man's upper and lower couplets are written about two major events in the Chinese cultural world.