Chapter 947

Fang Shouye said, "if what I expected is right, old man Sai wants nephew Fang Shi to write poetry. After all, nephew Fang Shi is the ancestor of poetry."

Yu xingshubai, governor of the new capital of Mizhou, glanced at Fang Shouye and said, "Shouye, since you entered Ning'an County, you have shouted one by one. Can you change your name? Ben has cocooned his ears."

Fang Shouye said triumphantly, "don't change! When you can call now, naturally you should call more. In case he writes 16 handed down war poems in the future, becomes a world teacher, or becomes a saint, do I dare to call?"

Fang Yingwu helped his forehead and bowed his head, worrying about the father.

The officials squinted at Fang Shouye and made no secret of their contempt for him. But on second thought, Fang Shouye was right. In case Fang Yun becomes a world teacher, people with a lower literary position will have to call him "Fang Shi" when they meet.

Fang Yun smiled, looked at Sai Zhixue on the stage and said, "tell me, old man Sai, what do you want me to do?"

Sai Zhixue said with a smile, "Fang Da Yan guessed right. I just want to ask you to make a poem, and it must be titled 'Liu'."

As soon as Sai Hanlin said this, there were subtle changes on the scene. Many people looked at each other. Sai Zhixue was falling into a well. There is no need to prove the name of Fang Yun's poems, so Sai Zhixue believes that Fang Yun can make appropriate poems.

"Forget it, I'm not ready. Let's go another day." Fang Yun doesn't want to be a drowning dog at present. Improving his strength is the king.

Sai Zhixue said: "the master of poetry is present. If he doesn't make a final poem, the meeting will be in vain."

Fang Shouye said loudly, "nephew Shi, if you can do it, Zuo Xiang... Cough, that man has hurt you a lot. Even if you avenge Yuhuan, you can't spare the old thing! And... The northwest army lost the year before last."

Some generals present immediately turned pale, and the light of hatred flashed in their eyes. The northwest army is a heavy army in the north. Everyone has several friends and even relatives there, but because Liushan obstructed it, almost all the army was destroyed, which almost became a disgrace to Jingguo.

Ao Huang said, "stepping on Zuo Xiangyang's literary name, the people all over the country love it!"

Many officials nodded together, more and more satisfied with Prince Huang.

Fang Yun Yu Guang found that even the officials of Ning'an County, who had originally been the first party of Zuo Xiang, nodded with him, some crying and laughing. It seems that the officials of Ning'an county have changed from respect to hate Zuo Xiang.

Sai Zhixue said, "Fang Xusheng, the whole audience is waiting for you now. You can't be afraid of losing your name!"

"Yes, nephew Shi, our Dayuan Fang family is already a rich family! We can't lose this man!"

Fang Yunbai glanced at Fang Shouye. In the past, he was forced to write poetry by the enemy. Now, he was inspired by his own people.

"Just......" Fang Yun got up and went on stage.

When he picked up his pen, Fang Yun scanned the audience, looked at Sai Zhixue and asked, "can we not take Liu as the topic?"

Ao Huang asked, "didn't they come in vain?"

The officials burst into laughter. Ao Huang told the truth. The officials just wanted to see Zuo Xiang's jokes.

Fang Yun shook his head and said, "let's write a song Yongliu in this county."

With that, Fang Yun slowly wrote a seven character quatrain and recited it at the same time.

The chaos has not turned yellow,

Leaning on the east wind, he is crazy.

Release the flying flowers to cover the sun and the moon,

I don't know if there is clear frost in heaven and earth.

After hearing this, they were stunned and cheered.

This is not a literary academy. Talent can't show itself. When Sai Zhixue took a photo with his official seal, he saw that his talent of two feet and seven inches jumped on the paper, reaching the mansion and near Mingzhou.

Ao Huang looked puzzled and said: "I understand the analogy between catkins and flying flowers. I know the first three sentences, which means that before the wicker becomes tender and yellow, it becomes rampant because of the arrival of the east wind. It only knows how to blow its catkins all over the sky, as if it can blind the sun, moon and heaven. But the last sentence of 'clear Frost' refers to the withering of willows by frost and snow in autumn, or is it clear frost all over the world like catkins, but there is no difference It's colder than

Many scholars were also stunned. The last sentence was indeed ambiguous. It really needs to be discussed whether to highlight the colder and quieter Qingshuang or whether the autumn frost makes everything wither and willows come to no good end.

Fang Yun smiled and returned to his seat.

Many scholars whispered without discussing the results.

Looking at the audience, the state pastoral chronicles school found that the new governor of the State Academy, Hu Yu, smiled and moved his mind. He said, "in the presence, the highest poetry is not Fang Xusheng, but the deepest knowledge is naturally Mr. Hu. Someone said that once Mr. Hu is promoted to a bachelor, he will inevitably become a master of the Academy of the Academy."

Fang Yun nodded with the crowd. Hu Yu was a scholar in the Department of Arts who devoted himself to studying knowledge. He rarely participated in political battles. He was an old scholar over 50. He was well-known in Jingguo school palace. He naturally exceeded the people present in terms of knowledge.

Hu Yu smiled and said, "poetry is already in the poem. Catkins are light and frost is also light. The former dances all over the sky and thinks it blocks out the sun, but the latter is down-to-earth. Catkins are white and frost is also white, but catkins are light and weak, but frost is cold and powerful. The former is empty white and the latter is innocent."

People suddenly realized.

Sai Zhixue said, "I see. If Mr. Hu hadn't reminded me, I would have ignored it. The words' flying 'in' resolving flying flowers to cover the sun and moon 'and' Qing 'in' I don't know whether there is clear frost in heaven and earth 'describe one thing on the surface, but in fact each word has a dark comparison.' flying flowers' corresponds to 'falling Frost' and 'clear Frost' corresponds to 'dirty flowers'."

"The dark side of the poem? This poem is strange. In fact, Mr. Hu's word" innocence "gives the final explanation. If it refers to" autumn frost ", it can be written directly. Since it is" clear frost ", naturally it mainly refers to the left... Cough, it means that the willow is not innocent enough. By the way, who still remembers the song" old age "written by Fang Xusheng at the banquet after the child test?"

Ao Huang recited immediately.

"When you are a guest in the twilight of the year, you still use troops in the corner;

Smoke and dust invade the snow ridge, and the drum horn moves the river city.

Heaven and earth bleed day by day. Who in the imperial court volunteered;

I dare to love death when I'm lonely. "

People naturally remember this poem, which alludes to the northwest army's war with the barbarians in winter the year before last. As a result, Zuo XiangLiu mountain first passively prepared for the war, missed the best opportunity, and then obstructed it, resulting in the almost annihilation of the northwest army. The whole poem is to complain about the grievances of the northwest army, and finally scold the people who are not in charge of the war in the imperial court. Their little children are not afraid of death and have an ambition, Why did the imperial court dare not take the initiative?

Yu Xingshu said, "yes. Frost and snow come out together, not willows polluting the sky!"

Fang Shouye said: "'qingshuang 'is not ambiguous, but a word with two meanings! Because the front' still hasn't turned yellow ', which implies the catkins in early summer, and the back Qingshuang naturally refers to the frost in autumn. Don't look at the catkins rampant, misbehaving in Mizhou, and withering naturally in autumn!"

"It's early autumn," said Hu Yu, the governor of the State Council.

"Yes, early summer has arrived, is autumn far behind?" Sai Zhixue said.

Fang Yun picked up the teacup and drank it all at once.

Capital, Ministry of officials.

Ji Zhibai looked out of the window.

"Autumn is the day when you dream of breaking the holy way."