I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 97 "Occasionally"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the field looked at Song Mu.

Song Mu, on the other hand, looked at the drunk scholar in front of him. The other party was over forty years old, and he finally passed the exam with all his life.

Now it can be regarded as some achievements, and today it is a drink to one's heart's content, which can be regarded as an expression of one's heart.

The other party's request is not too much, besides, several people have written poems just now, and now Song Mu, as the head of the case, will write a poem no matter what.

At this time, some people also echoed, this kind of elegant thing, the desk head can write poems, and everyone is even more interested.

Amidst the voices of the crowd, Song Mu turned his head to look at the people sitting on the east side. The prefect and Tixue were smiling and looked over with interest.

Qiu Zhifu also said something with a smile at the moment.

"Dashan, Song Mu, why don't you make a song and cheer everyone up!"

The others followed him again and again, that is, Cui Kexing and others looked at Song Mu with bright eyes at the moment, and Song Mu also smiled and nodded towards the magistrate and the scholar in front of him.

Stepping out of his seat, Song Mu looked at the people around him, and then spoke.

"Song Mu made a fool of himself."

As he spoke, Song Mu paced upstairs. The evening wind was blowing, and the leaves outside the attic were rustling. Song Mu took a deep breath, and immediately spit out a few lines of poetry from his mouth.

"It's easy for young people to grow old but difficult to learn. An inch of time should not be taken lightly."

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"I don't realize the dream of spring grass in the pond, but the sound of autumn leaves in front of the steps."

A Zhu Xi's persuasive poem "Once Upon a Time" came out of my mouth.

At this moment, Song Mu's eyes were on the middle-aged scholar, and he raised his wine glass to him and to the surroundings.

A short seven-character quatrain, but after blurting it out, it faded out.

After the poem was finished, everyone in the field showed a thoughtful expression on their faces, then opened their mouths unconsciously, and their eyes slowly widened.

Only in the attic room, there is still a faint sound of pipa coming slowly.

I don't know who got up suddenly, said hello suddenly, and the audience applauded immediately.

Qiu Buchu was also savoring the poem carefully at the moment, and the next moment he looked at Fan Tixue next to him, and he could see some surprise in the other's eyes.

This seven-character verse is not only catchy, but also has a profound meaning.

Fan Tixue stroked his beard and smiled, then murmured something.

"A good sentence is easy for young people to learn but hard to achieve, and an inch of time is not to be taken lightly!"

Qiu Buchu laughed even more at the moment, and got up and said to Song Mu.

"Song Anshou, great poem, I don't know this poem, what name do you want to name it?"

Song Mu also drank the wine in the cup at this moment, turned his head to look at the crowd, and then cupped his hands towards the prefect Qiu.

"I also ask the magistrate to give me pen and ink!"

Qiu Buchu nodded immediately, and with a wave of his hand, a young servant came forward with a table, complete with pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

At this moment, all the scholars around stood up, looked at each other in blank dismay, and walked forward.

At this moment, they have come to recall Song Mu's poem. These four lines, each and every word, are not only catchy, but also heart-pounding.

This is a persuasive poem, which not only has an appropriate context, but also gives people a feeling of enlightenment.

Song Mu has already come to the table at this moment, kneeling on the futon, then lightly grinds the ink, reaching out his sleeve to hold the pen.

Everyone has gathered around Song Mu, and they are all staring at the book case in front of them intently, wanting to see the completion of the poem with their own eyes.

And Song Mu has already written the pen.

The font is still strong and thin, as thin as a knife's edge, and this heptadic verse appears vividly on the paper in an instant.

"Once Upon a Time"

Song Mu wrote down the original title of the poem, and the next moment there was a surge of literary energy on the paper, and the vast surge of literary energy entered Song Mu's body in just a moment.

At the same time, the people next to him suddenly exclaimed.

"Five fights of talent! Another good poem!"

After the man's voice fell, the desk seemed to be held down by a force of gravity, and some old desk cases were a little unstable, and the next moment they collapsed.

And the pen and ink on the table was about to be poured onto the paper on which the poem was written, someone exclaimed, but at this moment, a burst of power emanated from the paper on which the poem was written, and the ink was blown away out of thin air.

The ink bypassed the paper and Song Mu, and built towards the surroundings. People around retreated and almost got the ink, but the paper was still clean and tidy. At this moment, the desk was broken, and it was still lying on it. The moment it fell Make a popping sound.

This piece of paper actually weighs hundreds of catties.

The people around were stunned at the moment, and even forgot to check whether the medical uniform on their body was stained with ink, but shrugged their noses involuntarily.

"Can you smell a fragrance?"

Someone asked a question, and someone responded immediately, and the expression on his face at this moment was also a little shocked.

And Qiu Buchu and Fan Tixue had already stepped forward at this moment, looking at the poem, and smelling the strange fragrance that seemed to be spreading around them, they were also a little surprised.

"This... Could it be that there is something peculiar about this poem?"

When someone asked a question, Fan Tixue was the first to react. He stepped forward at this moment, staring at the spotless poems on a pile of debris, and slowly recited it a few times.

"This pond spring grass dream..."

"If I remember correctly, it should be an allusion in "Southern History · Xie Fangming's Biography", and it is also a poem in Xie Lingyun's "Climbing the Pond and Upstairs". It is borrowed here, but it is a famous sentence that praises the spring. It is a metaphor for the beautiful years and youth, which are fleeting like a spring dream. Wonderful, wonderful."

Fan Zhengxiong is worthy of learning, at this moment, he immediately searched the content from his mind, and immediately analyzed the meaning of this poem.

Xie Lingyun was a great poet during the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and this poem is even more famous.

Unexpectedly, Song Mu could still use such allusions in a few words. No wonder there is still a strange fragrance when his talent rises.

Throughout the ages, being able to make full use of allusions and add the finishing touch to poems, unexpected situations can appear.

Hearing Fan Tixue's words, everyone's complexions moved slightly at the moment, and Cui Kexing and the others' eyes flashed a little.

But at this time, he heard a hearty laugh, followed by a low sob.

Everyone looked at him one after another, and Song Mu also turned his head, only to see the mature scholar just now, sitting on the ground holding a wine glass, and chanting Song Mu's poems in his mouth at this moment.

"It's easy for young people to grow old, but it's hard to succeed in learning. Reading...is not easy."

The scholar's words trembled so much that everyone felt their hearts were shaken when they heard it, especially the old scholars who couldn't help but feel sad at this moment.

This sentence expresses the heartache of this scholar.

Some people enter the imperial examinations at a young age, while others are still children in their old age.

Even Song Mu was a little bit moved at this moment, and everyone felt a little bit relieved in their hearts, and they didn't want to stop there.

And the middle-aged scholar just said a word, and immediately turned to look at Song Mu, with a little more gratitude in his eyes at this moment.

"Song Dean, thank you! One of your poems has enlightened me!"

After saying that, the scholar stood up, the drunkenness did not subside, but there was already a point of clarity in his cloudy eyes.

"An inch of time is not to be taken lightly. I, Wang Hai, have lived my life in a muddle, with a clear conscience."

"However, even if you become a scholar in half a century, Wang will not be discouraged! You must continue to study the sage books!"

"In the future, we will definitely go to the next level!"

The scholar's tone was generous, and there were even louder applause in the audience. The scholars were full of enthusiasm at the moment. Fan Tixue and Qiu Zhifu were quite surprised. Looking at all this in front of them, their eyes couldn't help but gather at the moment. Song Mu's body.

This young man is indeed extraordinary.

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　This spring dream is not that spring dream. o(*￣︶￣*)o
　　
　
(End of this chapter)