Good son-in-law of the Ming Dynasty

Su Mu was in a drowsy state before, and he only woke up at this moment. Strictly speaking, he has truly traveled to this different time and space until now, but he didn't want to be placed in such an examination room when he came to your place for the first time. .

"With Liu and Liren as the topic, there is no limit to the five words and seven words... This, this, this..."

"Oops, there are more than 100 scholars in the room, and everyone has completed it. I am the only one who handed in a blank paper. This is a big embarrassment!"

Su Mu was taken aback. In his previous life, he was born in a rural area. He was a strong and self-respecting person. He refused to lose. He quickly took a deep breath to calm himself down.

I thought to myself: There are quite a few poems with willows as the theme, such as Li Shangyin's "Gift of Willows", "Zhangtai is concealed, and the road to Ying is even more uneven. Seeing that it is very romantic, come to be graceful."

There is also the song "The jasper is as high as a tree, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down. I don't know who cuts the green leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors."

Hey, there's still time.

Isn’t it just an ancient poem? I, Su Mu, am also a graduate of the Chinese Department of a famous university. I have memorized these famous poems since I was a child.

Well, then, what should I copy?

This was a loud bang in the sky. It was the first time that I, Su Mu, made my debut. The first shot, no matter what, had to be fired.

According to the time-traveling novels I have read before, the first time the protagonist attends this kind of literati gathering, he has to copy down the best poems he has recited before, so as to shock everyone, and then win the title of unworldly genius .

Then, local dignitaries and dignitaries gave houses and tickets; and then a large number of women from good families and brothels cried and shouted to marry themselves.

Hehe, I want to do the same. After traveling through a journey, I must shine brightly and achieve the status of a literary master to be worthy of God's pity for me.

Thinking of this, Su Mu became complacent, since he wanted to copy, he copied the most classic one.

After a little thought, Su Mu noticed, isn't it just a seven-character poem, with a maximum of twenty characters, and there is still time to write it now.

Without hesitation at the moment, he picked up the pen and wrote: "Who's jade flute is flying secretly..."

That's right, what he copied was Li Bai's "Whispering the Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night".Li Bai, a poetic fairy, is a peak of Chinese classical literature, and the unrestrained and unrestrained momentum is unique in Tang poetry, surpassing the poets of the same period.

Su Mu already had a premonition that when his poem came out, everyone's faces would be shocked, and they even thought about the situation where they would throw away the pen and walk away in a cool and unrestrained manner, what is pretending to be, not pretending to be a little bit of a state? , you are sorry for your identity as a time traveler.

The only pity is that yesterday's hand fell hard, probably hurting the cerebellum.Up to now, I am still staggering, my hands are shaking badly, and the words I write are crooked and twisted, and I am blinded by Dong Qichang's running script for nothing!

"Good poetry, good poetry!" Suddenly, someone beside him cheered loudly: "Everyone, come and have a look."

Everyone turned their heads when they heard the words, and landed on Su Mu and this man.

When Su Mu heard people's praise, he felt complacent, but when he looked back, he was a short, black and fat man.The chaotic memories in his mind told him that the person in front of him was his cousin.Su Ruisheng, the second son of the second room, was forcibly carried into the car by him early this morning and brought him here.

At that time, I had a severe headache and was in a trance, so I couldn't resist it.

According to the memory of the former owner of this body, that Su Mu seemed to hate this fat man very much.For some reason, seeing Su Rui's exaggerated praise, Su Mu vaguely felt a little uneasy.

Moreover, from his eyes, Su Mu also saw a hint of sarcasm.

Su Mu looked up at Su Ruisheng, and said in a flat tone, "It's just an ordinary sentence."

"Oh, an ordinary poem. Cousin, copy it quickly, don't dawdle. By the way, is your next sentence scattered into the spring breeze to fill Luocheng? No, Li Taibai's poem is written in Luoyang, and here is Baoding. Cousin, you should write like this, Scatter into Spring Breeze Man Baoding or Man Qingyuan. Haha, idiot, if you don’t know how to compose poems, don’t write them. What’s the matter with copying Li Bai’s?”

This sentence was like a thunderbolt hitting his heart, Su Mu suddenly changed color.Only then did he know where his anxiety came from. He still hadn't figured out what year it was now. If he traveled to the Sui Dynasty or the early Tang Dynasty, there would be no problem copying this poem.But if... don't you want to bear the notoriety of a copycat husband, and how will you see people in the future.

Gathering his mind, Su Mu suddenly asked, "What year is it now?"

Su Ruisheng probably didn't expect Su Mu to ask such a sentence. He was stunned, amused and sympathetic, with a hint of complacency in his expression, and his voice became louder: "Poor, it really broke his head. I'm so stupid, I don't even remember that it's Hongzhi's 16th year now."

"The 16th year of Hongzhi...Ming Dynasty..." Su Mu was startled, and his heart groaned.

Today, there are [-] Tang poems and [-] Song poems that are well-known to every household. Even a six-year-old child can recite a few sentences "Moonlight in front of the bed" and "Li Bai is about to go on a boat", but he wants to copy Li Shixian. The dragon is big.

It seems that Tang and Song poems are no longer needed. If I want to copy them, I can only copy works from the middle and late Ming and Qing Dynasties, but how can I remember so many works in such a hurry.When he was in college, Su Mu’s research direction of Ming Dynasty and Qing literature was storybook romances and notebook novels. To be honest, he really didn’t like the poems of these two dynasties.

When the book is ready for use, Su Mu regrets that he didn't memorize Ming Poems and Qing Poems by heart.Traveling through this kind of thing does not depend on human will, and you will never know in advance which time and space God will leave you in.

Putting down the pen dejectedly, he let out a long sigh.

Su Ruisheng: "Cousin, why don't you keep copying?"

Su Mu shook his head, raised his head and smiled, his smile was very flat: "I planned to start with Li Bai's sentence, but you interrupted me so much, I lost my poetic thoughts, I am ashamed."

Everyone who saw this scene snickered.

Willow trees and love are the most common images and themes in Chinese rhythmic poetry. From ancient times to the present, there are eight hundred poems chanting willows, if not one thousand.Read [-] Tang poems by heart, even if you don't know how to recite poems, you can still recite them.

Besides, the poetry of Ming and Qing Dynasties gradually became more and more powerful.After the two peak periods of poetry in the Tang and Song Dynasties, almost everything that should be written has been written by the predecessors. Even if the academicians of the Imperial Academy write five-character and seven-character regulated poems, they cannot escape the influence of the ancients.Therefore, Ming poetry has become lifeless until now, focusing on making a fuss about rhythm and form.

Today's New Year's Poems will come up with such a topic, and anyone who replaces it, as long as they have read the book for a few years, can easily deal with a poem that fits the occasion.

"Sure enough, he is an idiot, and he can't solve such a simple problem."

"Su Mu's father used to be a well-known talent in our county, how did he give birth to such a son?"

"By the way, all the young talents who came to participate in the poetry meeting today are young talents from our county and our mansion. The seats are full of Confucian crowns. Why did a fool get in? What did the organizer of the poetry meeting do?"

"It's probably because this early spring poetry meeting is held every year, and there is nothing new about it. Let Su Da fool come over to adjust the atmosphere!"

"Sure enough, there is a good atmosphere!" Someone exaggeratedly shouted: "Interesting, interesting, really interesting, and now brother Su Mu's reputation can be said to resound throughout Baoding."

Su Mu sighed inwardly, and looked at the willow trees by the river, with a calm expression on his face.

I'm so lucky to live until the middle of the Ming Dynasty. Without the golden fingers of Tang poetry, Song Dynasty and Yuan Sanqu, the future seems not so wonderful.

Goodbye Li Bai, Goodbye Du Fu, Goodbye Liu Yong, Goodbye "When is the bright moon, ask the blue sky for wine."

I have studied the Chinese Department for so many years for nothing, but now I can't use it at all.