Chapter 1019: Expressing Aspirations and Emotions
Avoiding the crowd, Bai Shan quietly asked Man Bao, "Who did your fifth brother sell Mo Ju to?"
Manbao thought carefully and recalled for a long time, "It seems to be the King of Luzhou, because Yin Huo said that the King of Luzhou and the King of Yizhou have a good relationship. I asked people in the medicine shop, and this King of Luzhou sounded like he was very rich, so I asked my fifth brother to sell the flower to him. It was the black chrysanthemum."
Bai Shan nodded thoughtfully, and couldn't help but quietly ask others what the relationship was between Mo Huiyuan or the organizer of this poetry meeting and the King of Luzhou.
Lu Xiaofo teased him, saying, "This is just a small poetry gathering. What does it have to do with the King of Luzhou?"
He said, "The Prince of Luzhou is a vassal prince. To avoid taboos, he won't hold literary or poetry gatherings outside. At most, his family will hold a flower viewing banquet in his own garden. And people like us are obviously not allowed to enter the flower viewing banquet of the vassal prince's family."
Bai Shan looked at him and said, "Aren't you a descendant of the Lu family? Why can't you get in?"
Lu Xiaofu laughed at himself and said, "It's just a side branch. Being able to enter the Imperial College is already a legacy of my father's generation."
He glanced at Bai Shan, and remembering that he was two years older than him and that they were in the same situation, he couldn't help but remind him, "We were already many steps ahead of others by being able to enter the Imperial College. You are still young, so there is really no need to rush into the official career."
Bai Shan looked up at him for a moment and nodded.
Lu Xiaofu knew at a glance that he did not follow his advice, so he just smiled and didn't say much.
It's not good to talk too much with someone you're not close to. He has already done his best as a friend by just giving you a reminder.
Peng Zhiru walked over quickly, waved to the two of them, and said, "Come on, come on, there's a question in the courtyard, and I heard they've invited several gentlemen to interpret the poems."
Bai Shan went over with them. Man Bao had already found a place to grind ink and picked up a pen to write a poem on paper. Bai Erlang was biting the tip of the pen in distress.
Bai Shan walked over and carefully looked at the title hanging outside the pavilion. It was a very tacky one, about Mid-Autumn Festival.
He looked down at the poem written by Manbao and nodded.
After Manbao finished writing, she handed him the pen, took out her poem, and spread out a piece of white paper for him, saying, "Write now."
She handed her poem to Bai Erlang and asked him to turn it in. "Okay, don't worry if you can't think of one. Just turn it in for me."
Bai Erlang glanced at her signature, which only had the character "Zhou" written on it, and asked, "Why don't you write your full name?"
Manbao looked around and sighed sadly, "Poetry is not my strong point. As for this poem, we can appreciate it together, but let's not shamelessly compete for ranking."
Since you are not seeking fame, there is naturally no need to sign your full name.
Bai Erlang read her poem and said happily, "I see. Your poem is just mediocre. It won't make you famous anyway. So don't write it if you don't want to be famous."
"It's better than not being able to write at all."
Shirojiro:......
Bai Shan listened and smiled, then remained silent for a long time before he started writing.
When Mr. Zhuang was analyzing poems with them, he said that good poems are never empty words, words have always existed, and good poems cannot be produced by simply piling up words.
A truly good poem is one that expresses one's thoughts and feelings. Like a policy essay, it must be meaningful and emotional in order to move people.
Before coming, he had thought about what kind of questions could be asked during the Mid-Autumn Festival.
It’s either the moon, the osmanthus tree, or the Mid-Autumn Festival which includes everything.
But what ambitions could a thirteen-year-old boy like him express, and what feelings could he express?
Of course there is, but no one knows about it, and what he wrote is not quite what he wants.
But it’s much better than just eating and playing before.
Bai Shan dipped the brush in ink and slowly began writing...
Manbao drove Bai Erlang away, turned around and saw that Bai Shan had been silent, so he couldn't help but step forward to see that he was writing the fifth sentence.
As Manbao read on, he couldn't help but fall silent.
Bai Shan finished writing the last line and turned to meet Man Bao's eyes, which were still filled with tears. He smiled and nodded, then put down his pen, dried the ink, and handed it to Bai Er Lang, who had just handed in Man Bao's poem. "This is the poem I wrote last night when I couldn't sleep. I just changed a few words and I think it's a little better than last night's."
Manbao nodded and said, "It's done very well."
Bai Erlang, who had just returned, was stuffed with another piece of paper and couldn't help but burst out: "Even though I can't write, you guys shouldn't always ask me to submit poems. It's embarrassing."
Manbao glanced at him, pulled the paper back, looked it over, and said to Bai Shan, "Sign your name first. I think your poem is very good and will definitely be reviewed."
Bai Erlang leaned over to read, his voice gradually becoming softer as he read. Although he was not very good at writing poetry, he still had the ability to appreciate it.
He couldn't help but look up at Bai Shan, "Did you make this yourself?"
Bai Shan raised his eyelids and asked, "Can I still copy others?"
"No, I doubt this was something you two came up with. How could one person write so well? And doesn't this also have the word 'manbao' written on it?"
Manbao couldn't help but give him a thumbs up and said, "You are really thoughtful. I would like to write such a good poem myself, but I don't have the ability to do so yet."
Peng Zhiru, who was not far away, had finished his work and was about to hand it in when he saw them gathered together talking animatedly. He walked over and asked, "Are you all done?"
Manbao said, "I've handed it in. Look, this is written by Bai Shan."
Peng Zhiru lowered his head to read the poem and glanced at Bai Shan in surprise, "Did you write this?"
Bai Shan nodded.
Peng Zhiru was silent for a moment, then he crumpled up the poem in his hand and threw it aside, saying with a smile, "Then I can't show off this poem to others."
Although Bai Shan's poems are better than those of Bai Erlang and Manbao, Mr. Zhuang actually said that they are not very good at writing poems, so this is the first time he has been praised by someone other than Manbao and Bai Erlang, and his face can't help but blush.
Peng Zhiru smiled slightly when he saw this and said, "Brother Bai, why don't you hand it over now?"
Bai Erlang volunteered, "I'll go for you."
After saying that, he tore up the paper and ran away.
Lu Xiaofu had also finished writing and came over to ask, "How good is your writing? Read it to me so I can decide whether or not to rub my poem too."
Although the three of them were admitted to the Imperial College together, his ranking was still behind Bai Shan. Moreover, he and Peng Zhiru later went to see the posted articles. Seriously speaking, Bai Shan's paper was not worse than Peng Zhiru's, especially in two aspects: his calligraphy and Mo Yi were flawless, while Peng Zhiru's Mo Yi even missed a sentence.
As for the policy essays, the two of them had discussed them privately. Bai Shan's was also meaningful and no worse than Peng Zhiru's, and his handwriting was better than Peng Zhiru's.
They both guessed at the time that the reason Bai Shan came in second was probably because he was too young and had just arrived in Beijing and had not yet made a name for himself.
At that time, Peng Zhiru had already visited many people in Beijing and had gained some fame.
Lu Xiaofo has always known that among the three of them, Bai Shancai is actually the strongest, and he is very curious about what the poem he wrote is like.
I should have updated earlier, but, but, I'm going crazy looking for a poem that fits Bai Shan. I won't update tonight. I want to work on this poem that can make Bai Shan famous. Ah, I'm so lacking in knowledge.
good evening
(End of this chapter)
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