Chapter 20
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"Xu cijiu, a student of mine, knows the art of war very well and is a talent to learn." Zhang Shen, a great master of the art of war, introduced a sentence that he can't write poetry.
This sentence is in my heart.
Mr. Zhang is a little strange. You can't write poetry. What do you want to do.
Zhu tuizhi, who thought that Ziyu was a must, was alert when he heard the voice. Seeing that it was Xu Xinnian, he didn't take it seriously.
Just a glance at him.
Students for several years, do not say know the root, the length of each other or several.
Xu Xinnian is outstanding in strategy and art of war, so it is difficult for his poems to be elegant.
The jade pendant is still mine.
The eyes of the students fell on Xu Xinnian. He enjoyed the gaze of the people. He looked at the sun hanging in the sky with a defiant look on his face:
"a thousand miles of yellow clouds and white sun."
Li mubai, a great power hand, nodded his head and stroked his beard. This sentence is just a simple description of the scenery, but his broad mind is on the paper.
"The north wind blows, and the geese are snowing."
It's winter, and the snow hasn't come yet, but it's not far away.
Dusk, snow, whistling in the north wind, see the distant sky broken geese, the picture feeling came out.
The background of these two sentences is very good, which is in line with the farewell.
Zhang Shen was very surprised and carefully examined Xu Xinnian. With his student's poetry level, these two sentences and seven words must have been painstakingly written. If we can maintain the standard, we can not compete with one of Zhu Tui.
Among the three highly respected scholars, Ziyang Jushi, who had the highest level of poetry, chewed two lines of poetry, feeling inexplicably disappointed.
Thousands of miles, dusk, north wind, lone geese, snow fall one after another... Outline the bleak and desolate picture.
He didn't become an official, but was demoted.
However, it's really a bit of a charm.
This time, it seems that he was given power by the imperial court. But will those forces who came from Guozijian watch him grow up?
Will he be allowed to lay the foundation for Bailu Academy in officialdom?
In fact, the future of Qingzhou is uncertain.
All of a sudden, Xu Xinnian opens his arms, and his beautiful face is reflected in the warm sunshine, showing the flawless and exquisite beauty of jade.
He shook his arm, looked directly at Ziyang Jushi, and uttered the last two sentences with a loud voice:
"don't worry about the way ahead without a confidant."
"No one in the world knows you."
Inside and outside the pavilion, there was a moment of silence.
All the people on the scene had goose bumps.
Zhu tuizhi turned his head a little stiff, looking at the proud Xu new year.
"Don't worry if you have no confidant in the way ahead. No one in the world knows you." Li mubai high five: "absolutely!"
The first two sentences are full of sadness, while the last two sentences are full of twists and turns, which make people suddenly enlightened and inspiring.
Zhang Shenshen looked at Xu Xinnian and was silent.
Ziyang Jushi, a good poet, is still in the mood of this seven character quatrain.
"Good poetry, good poetry..." he murmured.
"Why is there only half a palace?" Zhang Shen, a master of the art of war, saw that his students did not continue to recite and could not help asking.
"This poem is only half empty," Xu said
There's only half of it?!
The present readers immediately widened their eyes and could not accept such words. How can anyone write half of a poem? Is this still a person?
"No harm, no harm, the half palace is already amazing." Ziyang hermit calm mood, deep smile, "Xu CI old, this poem, can have a name?"
"No!"
Xu new year to remain proud, really do not know how to explain. Only by keeping a high attitude can people stop asking questions.
"Don't worry, don't worry," Ziyang resident smile instead expanded, "this poem is to see me off, right?"
Xu nodded in the new year.
"Why don't I think of one for you."
Li mubai, a great power hand, and Zhang Shen, a great master of the art of war, suddenly understood his intention and felt like a lemon.
"How about it's called" Yang Gong's Qingzhou sent by the sheep pavilion " A great scholar with expectation in his eyes.
"Fair!" Xu Xinnian's subconscious arrogance, then aware of his lack of respect, added: "it's all up to you."
"Shameless old thief."
"Hum!"
I've got two more.
"This is nature." Ziyang Jushi Lang laughed, and the two of them bowed to each other.
Today, when poetry is weak, the spread of this poem will cause a sensation among scholars and be sung by students all over the world.
Ziyang Jushi's reputation will also rise with the tide. The key is that his operation is equivalent to binding his name with this poem.
If this poem is handed down from generation to generation, the name of Ziyang Jushi will be handed down through the ages.
It is highly possible that such excellent works will be handed down to the world.In the eyes of the two great Confucians, the most shameful thing is that Xu Xinnian presented the poem to his teacher as a student. There should be no taboo in the name of the poem. Only his peers or friends can write the name into the poem.
It can be seen that the thief has no shame in order to be famous.
What is the greatest dream of the scholar? To cultivate one's moral character, govern the country and level the world? No, it's an ideal, not a dream.
For thousands of years, the greatest dream of scholars is only one: to remain famous in history!
The two great Confucians want to be jealous of the separation of the qualitative wall.
As a teacher, Zhang Shen realized that this poem might not have been written by his students, but he didn't tear it down. It was his own nature that the students got the favor of Ziyang Jushi. I feel happy as a teacher.
In the students' heated discussion, Xu Xinnian coughed and told them truthfully: "teacher, two gentlemen, this poem is not written by me, but by others."
The discussion stopped for a moment.
The three great Confucians had different expressions. Suddenly, Zhang Shen showed such an expression.
It seems that Li mubai was surprised and surprised.
Ziyang Jushi had the greatest reaction. He crossed the first two departments and asked eagerly, "who is it? Are you from our college? Is it here? "
Looking over Xu new year, searching among the students.
"It's my brother!" Xu chin slightly raised in the new year, maintain a proud attitude.
The silent students began to talk again:
"Xu cijiu's elder brother?"
"Where do you study? Why haven't you heard of such a person?"
"Er... If I remember correctly, Xu cijiu seems to be the eldest son?"
"Farewell to the old, your elder brother's name is high, who do you learn from..." ouch, you say that we don't know anything about such talent. "
The students are in a hurry.
The three great scholars also look at Xu Xinnian.
No, I'm influenced by my father. I shouldn't tell him. Looking at the hot students, Xu Xinnian suddenly realized that he had made a mistake.
Everything is inferior, only reading high, it can be seen that scholars are proud, Xu new year himself is also.
The scholars of Yunlu academy are more proud.
If Xu Qi'an was also a scholar, they would admire him. If people knew that he was just a yamen servant, they would have negative emotions.
A low-level official can also write the best seven laws. Where are our faces?
Xu Xinnian hardened his head: "my brother... Studies hard at home, not in Yunlu academy, not in Guozijian. He is a man of few characters, and does not like fame or merit. He only wants to be rich and poor."
It's a model of our generation. It's admirable... The students of Bailu Academy were shocked and were eager to make friends.
Ziyu gave Xu Xinnian the first prize. Ziyang's red face was full of good-bye. When he got on the luxury carriage, he left a sentence: "such a talented person, can't be a pearl in the dust, pure Jing. Sincerely, what do you think?"
The two great Confucians did not know that they really did not understand, or pretended not to understand. They silently sent away Ziyang Jushi. When the carriage was far away, Li mubai suddenly grabbed Xu Xinnian's hand and took him aside: "farewell, I suddenly felt like a disciple. Today I have nothing to do. Take me to meet your brother."
Zhang Shen was shocked and said, "farewell to the old days. If you worship with your elder brother, it would be a good story."
It's not important to write poems or not. I don't want to bury such a talent.
If you get a poem handed down from generation to generation in the future, such as my teacher Zhang Shen, it will be excellent.
"The art of war is not the mainstream," Li said displeased. "Scholars should first learn the classics and righteousness, understand the theory of tactics, and cultivate their moral integrity and family."
"Oh, chess is the mainstream? And he's a man who can't afford to lose. He won't win in Wei Yuan's hands. " Zhang Shen hums coldly.
"Old thief, shut up and don't mention Wei Yuan to me. I've always cherished talents, so I'll take them. "
"Old man, do you cherish talents? You are greedy for his poetic talent."
"Shameless old thief, you will be shocked to death by my noble righteousness."
"It's like I don't have one."
Xu's scalp feels numb in the new year.
The students in the distance were shocked. They didn't know what was going on. The two Confucians began to quarrel with each other. They even had a tendency to start.
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"Xu cijiu, a student of mine, knows the art of war very well and is a talent to learn." Zhang Shen, a great master of the art of war, introduced a sentence that he can't write poetry.
This sentence is in my heart.
Mr. Zhang is a little strange. You can't write poetry. What do you want to do.
Zhu tuizhi, who thought that Ziyu was a must, was alert when he heard the voice. Seeing that it was Xu Xinnian, he didn't take it seriously.
Just a glance at him.
Students for several years, do not say know the root, the length of each other or several.
Xu Xinnian is outstanding in strategy and art of war, so it is difficult for his poems to be elegant.
The jade pendant is still mine.
The eyes of the students fell on Xu Xinnian. He enjoyed the gaze of the people. He looked at the sun hanging in the sky with a defiant look on his face:
"a thousand miles of yellow clouds and white sun."
Li mubai, a great power hand, nodded his head and stroked his beard. This sentence is just a simple description of the scenery, but his broad mind is on the paper.
"The north wind blows, and the geese are snowing."
It's winter, and the snow hasn't come yet, but it's not far away.
Dusk, snow, whistling in the north wind, see the distant sky broken geese, the picture feeling came out.
The background of these two sentences is very good, which is in line with the farewell.
Zhang Shen was very surprised and carefully examined Xu Xinnian. With his student's poetry level, these two sentences and seven words must have been painstakingly written. If we can maintain the standard, we can not compete with one of Zhu Tui.
Among the three highly respected scholars, Ziyang Jushi, who had the highest level of poetry, chewed two lines of poetry, feeling inexplicably disappointed.
Thousands of miles, dusk, north wind, lone geese, snow fall one after another... Outline the bleak and desolate picture.
He didn't become an official, but was demoted.
However, it's really a bit of a charm.
This time, it seems that he was given power by the imperial court. But will those forces who came from Guozijian watch him grow up?
Will he be allowed to lay the foundation for Bailu Academy in officialdom?
In fact, the future of Qingzhou is uncertain.
All of a sudden, Xu Xinnian opens his arms, and his beautiful face is reflected in the warm sunshine, showing the flawless and exquisite beauty of jade.
He shook his arm, looked directly at Ziyang Jushi, and uttered the last two sentences with a loud voice:
"don't worry about the way ahead without a confidant."
"No one in the world knows you."
Inside and outside the pavilion, there was a moment of silence.
All the people on the scene had goose bumps.
Zhu tuizhi turned his head a little stiff, looking at the proud Xu new year.
"Don't worry if you have no confidant in the way ahead. No one in the world knows you." Li mubai high five: "absolutely!"
The first two sentences are full of sadness, while the last two sentences are full of twists and turns, which make people suddenly enlightened and inspiring.
Zhang Shenshen looked at Xu Xinnian and was silent.
Ziyang Jushi, a good poet, is still in the mood of this seven character quatrain.
"Good poetry, good poetry..." he murmured.
"Why is there only half a palace?" Zhang Shen, a master of the art of war, saw that his students did not continue to recite and could not help asking.
"This poem is only half empty," Xu said
There's only half of it?!
The present readers immediately widened their eyes and could not accept such words. How can anyone write half of a poem? Is this still a person?
"No harm, no harm, the half palace is already amazing." Ziyang hermit calm mood, deep smile, "Xu CI old, this poem, can have a name?"
"No!"
Xu new year to remain proud, really do not know how to explain. Only by keeping a high attitude can people stop asking questions.
"Don't worry, don't worry," Ziyang resident smile instead expanded, "this poem is to see me off, right?"
Xu nodded in the new year.
"Why don't I think of one for you."
Li mubai, a great power hand, and Zhang Shen, a great master of the art of war, suddenly understood his intention and felt like a lemon.
"How about it's called" Yang Gong's Qingzhou sent by the sheep pavilion " A great scholar with expectation in his eyes.
"Fair!" Xu Xinnian's subconscious arrogance, then aware of his lack of respect, added: "it's all up to you."
"Shameless old thief."
"Hum!"
I've got two more.
"This is nature." Ziyang Jushi Lang laughed, and the two of them bowed to each other.
Today, when poetry is weak, the spread of this poem will cause a sensation among scholars and be sung by students all over the world.
Ziyang Jushi's reputation will also rise with the tide. The key is that his operation is equivalent to binding his name with this poem.
If this poem is handed down from generation to generation, the name of Ziyang Jushi will be handed down through the ages.
It is highly possible that such excellent works will be handed down to the world.In the eyes of the two great Confucians, the most shameful thing is that Xu Xinnian presented the poem to his teacher as a student. There should be no taboo in the name of the poem. Only his peers or friends can write the name into the poem.
It can be seen that the thief has no shame in order to be famous.
What is the greatest dream of the scholar? To cultivate one's moral character, govern the country and level the world? No, it's an ideal, not a dream.
For thousands of years, the greatest dream of scholars is only one: to remain famous in history!
The two great Confucians want to be jealous of the separation of the qualitative wall.
As a teacher, Zhang Shen realized that this poem might not have been written by his students, but he didn't tear it down. It was his own nature that the students got the favor of Ziyang Jushi. I feel happy as a teacher.
In the students' heated discussion, Xu Xinnian coughed and told them truthfully: "teacher, two gentlemen, this poem is not written by me, but by others."
The discussion stopped for a moment.
The three great Confucians had different expressions. Suddenly, Zhang Shen showed such an expression.
It seems that Li mubai was surprised and surprised.
Ziyang Jushi had the greatest reaction. He crossed the first two departments and asked eagerly, "who is it? Are you from our college? Is it here? "
Looking over Xu new year, searching among the students.
"It's my brother!" Xu chin slightly raised in the new year, maintain a proud attitude.
The silent students began to talk again:
"Xu cijiu's elder brother?"
"Where do you study? Why haven't you heard of such a person?"
"Er... If I remember correctly, Xu cijiu seems to be the eldest son?"
"Farewell to the old, your elder brother's name is high, who do you learn from..." ouch, you say that we don't know anything about such talent. "
The students are in a hurry.
The three great scholars also look at Xu Xinnian.
No, I'm influenced by my father. I shouldn't tell him. Looking at the hot students, Xu Xinnian suddenly realized that he had made a mistake.
Everything is inferior, only reading high, it can be seen that scholars are proud, Xu new year himself is also.
The scholars of Yunlu academy are more proud.
If Xu Qi'an was also a scholar, they would admire him. If people knew that he was just a yamen servant, they would have negative emotions.
A low-level official can also write the best seven laws. Where are our faces?
Xu Xinnian hardened his head: "my brother... Studies hard at home, not in Yunlu academy, not in Guozijian. He is a man of few characters, and does not like fame or merit. He only wants to be rich and poor."
It's a model of our generation. It's admirable... The students of Bailu Academy were shocked and were eager to make friends.
Ziyu gave Xu Xinnian the first prize. Ziyang's red face was full of good-bye. When he got on the luxury carriage, he left a sentence: "such a talented person, can't be a pearl in the dust, pure Jing. Sincerely, what do you think?"
The two great Confucians did not know that they really did not understand, or pretended not to understand. They silently sent away Ziyang Jushi. When the carriage was far away, Li mubai suddenly grabbed Xu Xinnian's hand and took him aside: "farewell, I suddenly felt like a disciple. Today I have nothing to do. Take me to meet your brother."
Zhang Shen was shocked and said, "farewell to the old days. If you worship with your elder brother, it would be a good story."
It's not important to write poems or not. I don't want to bury such a talent.
If you get a poem handed down from generation to generation in the future, such as my teacher Zhang Shen, it will be excellent.
"The art of war is not the mainstream," Li said displeased. "Scholars should first learn the classics and righteousness, understand the theory of tactics, and cultivate their moral integrity and family."
"Oh, chess is the mainstream? And he's a man who can't afford to lose. He won't win in Wei Yuan's hands. " Zhang Shen hums coldly.
"Old thief, shut up and don't mention Wei Yuan to me. I've always cherished talents, so I'll take them. "
"Old man, do you cherish talents? You are greedy for his poetic talent."
"Shameless old thief, you will be shocked to death by my noble righteousness."
"It's like I don't have one."
Xu's scalp feels numb in the new year.
The students in the distance were shocked. They didn't know what was going on. The two Confucians began to quarrel with each other. They even had a tendency to start.
"Xu cijiu, a student of mine, knows the art of war very well and is a talent to learn." Zhang Shen, a great master of the art of war, introduced a sentence that he can't write poetry. This sentence is in my heart. Mr. Zhang is a little strange. You can't write poetry. What do you want to do. Zhu tuizhi, who thought that Ziyu was a must, was alert when he heard the voice. Seeing that it was Xu Xinnian, he didn't take it seriously. Just a glance at him. Students for several years, do not say know the root, the length of each other or several. Xu Xinnian is outstanding in strategy and art of war, so it is difficult for his poems to be elegant. The jade pendant is still mine. The eyes of the students fell on Xu Xinnian. He enjoyed the gaze of the people. He looked at the sun hanging in the sky with a defiant look on his face: "a thousand miles of yellow clouds and white sun." Li mubai, a great power hand, nodded his head and stroked his beard. This sentence is just a simple description of the scenery, but his broad mind is on the paper. "The north wind blows, and the geese are snowing." It's winter, and the snow hasn't come yet, but it's not far away. Dusk, snow, whistling in the north wind, see the distant sky broken geese, the picture feeling came out. The background of these two sentences is very good, which is in line with the farewell. Zhang Shen was very surprised and carefully examined Xu Xinnian. With his student's poetry level, these two sentences and seven words must have been painstakingly written. If we can maintain the standard, we can not compete with one of Zhu Tui. Among the three highly respected scholars, Ziyang Jushi, who had the highest level of poetry, chewed two lines of poetry, feeling inexplicably disappointed. Thousands of miles, dusk, north wind, lone geese, snow fall one after another... Outline the bleak and desolate picture. He didn't become an official, but was demoted. However, it's really a bit of a charm. This time, it seems that he was given power by the imperial court. But will those forces who came from Guozijian watch him grow up? Will he be allowed to lay the foundation for Bailu Academy in officialdom? In fact, the future of Qingzhou is uncertain. All of a sudden, Xu Xinnian opens his arms, and his beautiful face is reflected in the warm sunshine, showing the flawless and exquisite beauty of jade. He shook his arm, looked directly at Ziyang Jushi, and uttered the last two sentences with a loud voice: "don't worry about the way ahead without a confidant." "No one in the world knows you." Inside and outside the pavilion, there was a moment of silence. All the people on the scene had goose bumps. Zhu tuizhi turned his head a little stiff, looking at the proud Xu new year. "Don't worry if you have no confidant in the way ahead. No one in the world knows you." Li mubai high five: "absolutely!" The first two sentences are full of sadness, while the last two sentences are full of twists and turns, which make people suddenly enlightened and inspiring. Zhang Shenshen looked at Xu Xinnian and was silent. Ziyang Jushi, a good poet, is still in the mood of this seven character quatrain. "Good poetry, good poetry..." he murmured. "Why is there only half a palace?" Zhang Shen, a master of the art of war, saw that his students did not continue to recite and could not help asking. "This poem is only half empty," Xu said There's only half of it?! The present readers immediately widened their eyes and could not accept such words. How can anyone write half of a poem? Is this still a person? "No harm, no harm, the half palace is already amazing." Ziyang hermit calm mood, deep smile, "Xu CI old, this poem, can have a name?" "No!" Xu new year to remain proud, really do not know how to explain. Only by keeping a high attitude can people stop asking questions. "Don't worry, don't worry," Ziyang resident smile instead expanded, "this poem is to see me off, right?" Xu nodded in the new year. "Why don't I think of one for you." Li mubai, a great power hand, and Zhang Shen, a great master of the art of war, suddenly understood his intention and felt like a lemon. "How about it's called" Yang Gong's Qingzhou sent by the sheep pavilion " A great scholar with expectation in his eyes. "Fair!" Xu Xinnian's subconscious arrogance, then aware of his lack of respect, added: "it's all up to you." "Shameless old thief." "Hum!" I've got two more. "This is nature." Ziyang Jushi Lang laughed, and the two of them bowed to each other. Today, when poetry is weak, the spread of this poem will cause a sensation among scholars and be sung by students all over the world. Ziyang Jushi's reputation will also rise with the tide. The key is that his operation is equivalent to binding his name with this poem. If this poem is handed down from generation to generation, the name of Ziyang Jushi will be handed down through the ages. It is highly possible that such excellent works will be handed down to the world.In the eyes of the two great Confucians, the most shameful thing is that Xu Xinnian presented the poem to his teacher as a student. There should be no taboo in the name of the poem. Only his peers or friends can write the name into the poem. It can be seen that the thief has no shame in order to be famous. What is the greatest dream of the scholar? To cultivate one's moral character, govern the country and level the world? No, it's an ideal, not a dream. For thousands of years, the greatest dream of scholars is only one: to remain famous in history! The two great Confucians want to be jealous of the separation of the qualitative wall. As a teacher, Zhang Shen realized that this poem might not have been written by his students, but he didn't tear it down. It was his own nature that the students got the favor of Ziyang Jushi. I feel happy as a teacher. In the students' heated discussion, Xu Xinnian coughed and told them truthfully: "teacher, two gentlemen, this poem is not written by me, but by others." The discussion stopped for a moment. The three great Confucians had different expressions. Suddenly, Zhang Shen showed such an expression. It seems that Li mubai was surprised and surprised. Ziyang Jushi had the greatest reaction. He crossed the first two departments and asked eagerly, "who is it? Are you from our college? Is it here? " Looking over Xu new year, searching among the students. "It's my brother!" Xu chin slightly raised in the new year, maintain a proud attitude. The silent students began to talk again: "Xu cijiu's elder brother?" "Where do you study? Why haven't you heard of such a person?" "Er... If I remember correctly, Xu cijiu seems to be the eldest son?" "Farewell to the old, your elder brother's name is high, who do you learn from..." ouch, you say that we don't know anything about such talent. " The students are in a hurry. The three great scholars also look at Xu Xinnian. No, I'm influenced by my father. I shouldn't tell him. Looking at the hot students, Xu Xinnian suddenly realized that he had made a mistake. Everything is inferior, only reading high, it can be seen that scholars are proud, Xu new year himself is also. The scholars of Yunlu academy are more proud. If Xu Qi'an was also a scholar, they would admire him. If people knew that he was just a yamen servant, they would have negative emotions. A low-level official can also write the best seven laws. Where are our faces? Xu Xinnian hardened his head: "my brother... Studies hard at home, not in Yunlu academy, not in Guozijian. He is a man of few characters, and does not like fame or merit. He only wants to be rich and poor." It's a model of our generation. It's admirable... The students of Bailu Academy were shocked and were eager to make friends. Ziyu gave Xu Xinnian the first prize. Ziyang's red face was full of good-bye. When he got on the luxury carriage, he left a sentence: "such a talented person, can't be a pearl in the dust, pure Jing. Sincerely, what do you think?" The two great Confucians did not know that they really did not understand, or pretended not to understand. They silently sent away Ziyang Jushi. When the carriage was far away, Li mubai suddenly grabbed Xu Xinnian's hand and took him aside: "farewell, I suddenly felt like a disciple. Today I have nothing to do. Take me to meet your brother." Zhang Shen was shocked and said, "farewell to the old days. If you worship with your elder brother, it would be a good story." It's not important to write poems or not. I don't want to bury such a talent. If you get a poem handed down from generation to generation in the future, such as my teacher Zhang Shen, it will be excellent. "The art of war is not the mainstream," Li said displeased. "Scholars should first learn the classics and righteousness, understand the theory of tactics, and cultivate their moral integrity and family." "Oh, chess is the mainstream? And he's a man who can't afford to lose. He won't win in Wei Yuan's hands. " Zhang Shen hums coldly. "Old thief, shut up and don't mention Wei Yuan to me. I've always cherished talents, so I'll take them. " "Old man, do you cherish talents? You are greedy for his poetic talent." "Shameless old thief, you will be shocked to death by my noble righteousness." "It's like I don't have one." Xu's scalp feels numb in the new year. The students in the distance were shocked. They didn't know what was going on. The two Confucians began to quarrel with each other. They even had a tendency to start.
