Red Mansion Reader

Chapter 10 Essays and Poems

Unlike the bustle of the Master's house, Chen Heng's holiday has no special arrangements.After breakfast, he followed Chen Qing and Chen Xian to the chicken coop to feed the chickens.

The cowshed also needs to be cleaned, but the smell of this work is really unpleasant, and my cousin Chen Xian has always been a little disgusted.Anyway, it was just a simple cleaning, so Chen Heng took over the work.On weekdays, he has to concentrate on studying, so today he might as well take advantage of the rest and help the family more.

He didn't return to his room until he finished his housework, ready to finish the homework assigned by Wang Xianming yesterday.Because of his fast progress in reading, Wang Xianming allowed him to try to write some articles.

There are no restrictions on the format and content. Wang Xianming just let him write and write casually, purely to let him try a few times, get used to it gradually, and accumulate the feeling of writing articles.

It sounds like a student's weekly diary from a previous life, but it's similar in form.But the content has to be selected from one of the four books, and the difficulty is not the same as the former.

For example, the scope defined by Wang Xianming this time is the first sentence of "University": the way of university lies in Ming Mingde, in being close to the people, and in ending in perfection.The content of the article is naturally an explanation of this sentence. It would be better if some allusions can be quoted.

After all, it was the first time in this life to write an article, and Chen Heng didn't expect his writing to be so good, he only asked himself to be careful with his words and think carefully about every sentence.

After writing the article in this way, most of the morning time had passed, so Chen Heng seized the time to recite the book again.It wasn't until Mrs. Gu called him to eat that he put down his book and walked out of the room.

It was already November, and the air still carried the sultry heat of autumn.Chen Yushan, Zhou Shi, and Chen Qi couldn't come back to eat because they had to harvest rice in the field, so Chen Heng took over the task of delivering food to them.

When he came to the farmland, he could see the golden wheat fields, and the young and strong from every household were surrounding several threshing machines.When Chen Heng saw the threshing machine for the first time, he was still surprised. He didn't expect such a thing to exist in ancient times.

"Grandma, I'm here to deliver the food."

"My dear grandson, why are you here? The sun is so bright, your mother is willing to let you come. Come to grandma, it's cooler here."

Sitting resting by the side of the road, the Zhou family hurriedly recruited Chen Heng, and shouted at the field, "Chen Yushan, call your son to eat."

Although there were many people on the field and noisy voices, Mrs. Zhou was not worried that Chen Yushan would not be able to hear them.Sure enough, the voice from her side hadn't spread far, and the people who were closer had already straightened up to help pass the message: "Chen Yushan, your mother-in-law is calling you for dinner."

"Uncle Chen, Auntie called you to eat."

The sound is transmitted to the distance with the ups and downs of the wheat waves. The enthusiastic farmers are not so much helping, but more like taking this opportunity to relax and fight.

Chen Yushan walked back cursing all the way, but he heard a boy just now, who hid in the crowd and took the opportunity to call his name.

"Okay, let's eat quickly. After eating, let Heng'er go back to study." Grandma Zhou opened the food box and took out the meals that Gu had prepared one by one.

"Grandpa, where is my father?"

Chen Heng blinked and asked curiously.

"He's still busy. This year's harvest is good, and the grain machines in the village are not enough. If our family doesn't hurry up, the first-class people will probably be busy until the end of the month..." Before Chen Gaishan finished speaking, Chen Heng had already run into the field.

"Ergou, why are you running!! Come back quickly."

"Grandma, I'm going to help Dad."

This made grandma anxious, Zhou stood up straight, and shouted at Chen Heng's back.

"Forget it, forget it, let him go." Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Chen Gaishan picked up chopsticks and ate rice into his mouth, saying vaguely, "Heng'er has such a temper, and you don't know about it. What's more, at his age, many people in the village come out to help the family."

"Can my grandson be the same? He is a scholar now." Zhou's face was full of pride.

"Scholars also need to eat and work."

Seeing that he couldn't talk about Chen Yushan, Mrs. Zhou didn't say anything more, just sat on the stone by the roadside, smiled and bowed her head to eat.

When Chen Heng ran to Chen Qi's side, he was wearing a short jacket and playing with a threshing machine. The sun shone on his dark complexion, and the sweat reflected greasy light.

I saw a bundle of rice grains full of ears being put into the entrance by Chen Qi.Chen Heng knew how to help.

He came to the place full of rice, picked up a bundle and brought it to Chen Qi's feet.Chen Qi thought it was Chen Begshan who had left and returned, turned his head a little strangely, but saw his son's smiling face, and did not wait for him to get angry.Chen Heng has explained:

"I recited the book in the morning, and finished the homework assigned by the master."

Chen Qi had no choice but to say: "Remember to choose some light backs."

"I'm strong, Dad."

You can brag vigorously, Chen Qi curled his lips indifferently, how much meat do you have, as a father, can I not know?
"It's so dark that it's hard to find a wife for you in the future."

"How did father find mother?"

Hearing this, Chen Qi opened a mouthful of neat white teeth, very airy, "Who told you that your father is good-looking, your mother immediately took a fancy to him."

"Father." Chen Heng put down the ears of rice, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said earnestly, "You can deceive your son, but don't deceive yourself. Grandma said that she told you about several families back then, but none of them took a fancy to you. It's because you look dark and old."

"Why did mother even bring this up?" Chen Qi complained in a low voice, trying to find a place for himself, "but your father is a good carpenter. Your father's hands are skillful and capable. The previous people didn't know what to do, which made your mother have such luck."

This statement is not false, Chen Qi's first-hand carpentry is really good, whether it is flying in the sky, crawling on the ground, or Chen Heng's toys when he was a child, they are all made by Chen Qi himself.Even the threshing machines that are currently busy in the fields, he participated in the construction of many of them.

"You said yes."

Chen Heng is busy, so when he has time to talk to his father, he has to rush to move the next bundle after putting down one bundle.

When the grandparents finished eating and came to change shifts, seeing Chen Heng sweating all over, they didn't mention the matter of persuading him to go back, but changed Chen Qi to eat.

The family was so busy that the sky was full of sunset before they carried the packed grain bags home.For those ears of rice that have not been processed, Chen Caishan looked at the sky and said that it would not rain at night, so he let them stay in the field.

There are few outsiders in Shanxi Village, and the folk customs are simple and honest.If you lose a chicken on weekdays, the big guys can find it, so you don't have to worry about any thieves talking about it.Such a person, as long as he is caught once, he will end up leaving his hometown.

On the way home, Mrs. Zhou pressed Chen Heng again and again: Ask him if he has worked hard.

Where Chen Heng would say yes, he just shook his head and waved his hands, signaling that everything is fine.Walking into the village, there was a rhubarb raised by others, and it rushed to Chen Heng's side and kept licking his hand.

Chen Heng thought it was funny, and stopped teasing for a while, until Mrs. Zhou saw the eldest grandson lagging behind and called out to him, then Chen Heng quickly ran to his family.

When Mrs. Gu rushed him to take a bath at night, Chen Heng sat in the bathtub and suddenly remembered another homework that Wang Xianming assigned him.Because he had never been in contact with it before, Wang Xianming didn't ask him when to hand it in, he just asked him to write it neatly.

Feeling this time, Chen Heng hurriedly washed up and came to the yard, enjoying the cool breeze blowing slowly, watching the bright moon in the sky in a trance.

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The next day, in the school.

"This is the poem you wrote?" Mrs. Wang was a little surprised, picked up the homework Chen Heng handed in, and mumbled: "The morning meets the rosy clouds, the rain meets the wind, the loess meets the clear sky. The spring is gone, and the cold and hot days are gone, and the year is the east.

"Not bad, not bad." Master Wang nodded repeatedly after finishing reading, "You need to pay more attention to the rhymes, and you can polish your words. But it's your first time composing poetry, and if you can reach this level, it's obvious that you have listened to my words.

Poetry is nothing more than borrowing scenery to create emotion, and borrowing objects to express ambition.In the beginning, do not separate yourself from life. "

Chen Heng stood beside his master, bowed his head a little embarrassed, and could only giggle a few times.

"You idiot, do you still feel dissatisfied?" Master Wang turned around, touched Chen Heng's forehead with his hand, and said with a smile: "Don't let the things in the poetry collection fool you.

Who are those? From ancient times to the present, excellent works selected from many literati. Don't be afraid of seeing the high mountains. Instead, you should use them as role models, so that you can learn from them and improve slowly. "

"The disciple knows." Chen Heng nodded, he was more inclined to settle down with things like composing poems.Wang Xianming told him before that most of the literati and poets in the past dynasties were from the painstaking school.

Either there is a draft in mind, or it has been completed ahead of time, and it is just brought out at the right time.

There are only three and a half people who can really write poems at their fingertips and export them into poems.As soon as these people appeared in his previous textbooks, just hearing their names made people admire them and turn them into fanatics.

Chen Heng has been studying with Wang Xianming for a long time, and he has become more courageous. Everyone in the old Chen family has this problem.He asked cautiously, "Then Master, what was the first poem you wrote?"

Wang Xianming paused, and said, "Class, class."

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This day's lunch was eaten at the teacher's house, because the teacher's wife made some meat, and Wang Xianming's teeth were not good, so Chen Heng was asked to eat some meat, which was regarded as an extra meal for the disciples.

During the meal, Chen Heng inquired about the interesting things in the morning with his teacher's wife, which caused his teacher's wife Liu to laugh.

"Master knows about this. Heng'er, your wife's first poem was written for my father. I still remember how interesting it was when my father recited it."

Liu's throat lightened, ignoring Wang Xianming, who was next to him, who lowered his head and slammed into the rice, and told the child this interesting story.

"The foggy mountains lock the emerald rain,

The blue bird calls the moon to cry.

A single wind cannot make a song,
It's just a high note. "

"My father said at the time, this person who came to study at home has a very big tone."

There were three people at a table, and two of them were laughing together. Only Wang Xianming, who was suffering, made a secret decision to wear some small shoes for the students in the afternoon.

　Ask for some referrals, bros

　　


(End of this chapter)