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"Heavy rain falls on Youyan,
The white waves are surging, and there are fishing boats outside Qinhuangdao.
There is no ocean in sight, who knows where to go?
Thousands of years have passed, and when Emperor Wu of Wei waved his whip, he left a poem on the Jieshi Stone in the east.
The bleak autumn wind is here again, and the world has changed."
At the end of October in the seventh year of the Qingli reign of the Song Dynasty, in Chongzheng Hall, everyone gathered around the table, admiring Zhao Jun's calligraphy.
After years of practice, his calligraphy skills are not perfect, but not too bad either. Every stroke of his calligraphy is as elegant as silver and iron, showing the style of a master.
However, Fan Zhongyan picked up the rice paper, looked it over, and said, "This poem is excellent, but I'm afraid it doesn't suit the scene."
Zhao Jun scratched his head.
The official document sent by Liu Yong from Zhejiang arrived this morning.
Liu Yong went to the Qianqing Shipyard in early October, but the news did not arrive until late October.
There's no special reason, it's just that slow.
The Jinzouyuan classified the news according to its urgency, and urgent reports had to be delivered by express horse.
Slow news is naturally delivered slowly to the north by boat.
This document was not an urgent matter, so it was not delivered to them until this morning.
The content is nothing more than the same.
First, the ironclad ship was officially delivered, and the Ninghai Navy will take it to Japan.
Secondly, Liu Yong was inspired by the turbulent scene and wanted to write down his heroic feelings, but he couldn't.
So he asked Zhao Jun to find the mysterious Mr. Lu Xun and write a poem praising the battleship.
The problem is that Zhao Jun is not very good either.
It's okay to let him copy, but asking him to write a poem to suit the occasion would obviously put Fat Tiger in a difficult position.
So, under the encouragement of everyone, he came up with a poem that was magnificent but not very appropriate to the occasion.
Yan Shu jokingly said, "Han Long is used to copying lyrics, but he can't write his own. He has only tarnished Mr. Lu Xun's good reputation."
"Old Deng, don't stand and talk without any back pain."
Zhao Jun raised his middle finger as usual and said, "You look at You Apo, No look at Nobb, if you can do it, go ahead."
"I'll do it if I can."
As a great poet, Yan Shu naturally could not admit that he was not good enough, so he picked up his pen and began to write.
After a while, a piece of writing with gorgeous words and many rare characters was written.
After reading it, Zhao Jun said disdainfully: "Naval warships are magnificent, but you wrote them in a pretentious way, which makes no sense at all."
"I."
Yan Shu wanted to explode, but was discouraged.
He really didn't write it well, because firstly, he was good at graceful lyrics, and he needed to think carefully about bold lyrics, which was not easy to write.
Secondly, he had no military career and had never seen an ironclad ship, so naturally he didn't have such great abilities.
Fan Zhongyan hesitated for a long time and said, "I'll do it!"
As he said this, he took the brush and began to write.
Everyone leaned over and saw that Lao Fan had served in the military many times and had inspected the Shandong Navy, so he was quite capable.
First, "In autumn, I look at the tide, and the waves bring about a storm. The waves descend on Qiantang, where the former kings and princes have great ambitions for hegemony. Wu and Yue fight for the front, and the flags of the seven kings roll in the west wind. Qian and Liu rise up together to dominate. When the beacon fires are lit, how long will the war end?"
"To this day, the virtuous Song Dynasty has risen, establishing a great unification. Prosperous and powerful, the harbor is filled with vast masts. Iron ships circle the islands and bays, and northward, expeditionary sails flutter, and the blue waves roll endlessly. A journey to Yingzhou Island, the prosperity of the country will be recorded for thousands of years."
"good!"
When everyone saw it, they thought it was very well written and couldn't help but applaud.
Only Zhao Jun said sourly: "Old Fan is still good at flattering people. I can't even compare to him."
The first stanza of this traditional ci poem "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" first describes the scenery of Qiantang River, and then extends to the ancient wars in Hangzhou, where the Wu and Yue states successively occupied this place and fought.
It then goes on to describe how King Liu Bi of Wu made a profit from boiling salt in Hangzhou and sparked the Rebellion of the Seven Kings.
Finally, the story of the Battle of Hangzhou and Yue between Qian Liu and Liu Hanhong is written to show that there was always war in the world.
The next stanza describes that today, the virtuous Song Dynasty has risen, ended the war, unified the country, and ushered in a prosperous dynasty.
Then the Song Dynasty fleet set out from the port of Hangzhou. The ironclad ships passed through the islands, the flagpoles on the ships rustled, and the waves spread far away. They were going to the distant Yingzhou to write a thousand-year-old legend for the country's prosperity.
It can be said that this poem by Lao Fan not only flatters Zhao Zhen, but also writes about ironclad ships, and is also quite heroic. The second stanza begins with the peace and prosperity of the country, which is quite something.
After all, if you think about it, before Su Shi grew up, the only good-looking and unrestrained poems handed down from generation to generation were those written by Lao Fan, so he must have had some level.
Old Fan said modestly, "It's just so-so. If Su Shi were to write about it in the future, it would definitely be better than mine."
"Okay, let's publish it in the newspaper then."
Zhao Jun licked his lips and said, "Although the Song Dynasty has become powerful and has defeated the Liao Dynasty, it is now invincible. However, we must be vigilant in times of peace and constantly remind the people of the reasons for the country's strength. We cannot indulge in a life of luxury and prosperity once we become powerful, and write about love affairs that are filled with endless sorrow."
"Oh, you look down on us, the graceful school, don't you?"
Yan Shu rolled up his sleeves and said fiercely, "Don't think that you are a great poet just because you copied Su Shi's poems and founded the bold and unrestrained school. I haven't even come to terms with you for copying my son's poems yet."
“No, no, no.”
Zhao Jun quickly smiled and said, "There's going to be both drunken scenes on the battlefield and drunken scenes in brothels. It's just a joke, Uncle Lari, don't be angry."
Ever since he started copying the lyrics, he has told them the difference between the graceful and unrestrained schools.
Since Yan Shu loved writing lyrics and left behind many of his poems, he often communicated with Zhao Jun. They often made such jokes, which were harmless. Anyway, he had a good relationship with Yan Shu.
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