March 27th.
This is the last day of the literary gathering.
Today's topic was very simple. Wen Xingzhou stood on the platform and simply said:
"Today's competition requires all students to write an inscription that uses an object to express their thoughts. The time limit is noon."
This is also a very common topic. Many students have written countless inscriptions like this and are naturally very familiar with it.
But precisely because of this, it becomes extremely difficult to write something new.
Yesterday, Fu Xiaoguan spent half a cup of tea to answer the questions at the desk. What about today?
After hearing the question, Fan Tianning was the first to turn around and look at Fu Xiaoguan.
"You've already given up two rounds. I think you're disdainful of the first prize. Or maybe you want to give it to someone else. But you're a recognized talent, after all. You should be able to take first place for today's essay, right?"
Fu Xiaoguan smiled and touched his nose, wondering why this guy would think like that?
What Fan Tianning meant was that you gave up the championship of the literary meeting, but you also needed a small victory to prove yourself.
I swear to God, Fu Xiaoguan has never thought about this. He wrote those couplets and poems, and of course he will write this article today. As for the result... who knows if a genius will emerge and crush him?
"Can we go home after today's game?"
"If you don't want to go to Hanling Temple, you can go back naturally... But do you really not care about this literary gathering?"
"Brother Fan, when it comes to writing poetry and prose, it's something that comes to you by accident. Let me give you an analogy: talent is not like pregnancy. Talent comes easily, but pregnancy requires ten months of effort."
Fan Tianning was stunned. "So this is your talent?"
"Of course, but they're probably like being pregnant. Okay, I'm done talking to you. I'm going to go answer the questions."
"Again?"
Fan Tianning widened his eyes. This was faster than yesterday!
What are you talking about? Fu Xiaoguan glared at Fan Tianning and walked towards the desk.
Then, all the young men's eyes fell on Fu Xiaoguan's back again.
“No way…”
"Giving up on yourself?"
"Anyway, he's already lost two games, so this one certainly doesn't matter."
"Is it possible that he could really write such wonderful poetry and prose in such a short time?"
"What the hell are you thinking? A pregnancy takes ten months. Even if you have talent, it still takes time to develop!"
"Since he gave up the title of Wen Kui, why did he come to participate in the literary gathering?"
"Or maybe he really can't write any good poetry or articles anymore."
So many people agree with this. After all, a good poem or article requires inspiration and polishing. Inspiration depends on chance, and polishing depends on hard work, all of which take time.
But Fu Xiaoguan didn't spend much time thinking about it!
"If he could still win first place like this... unless he knew the questions in advance!"
Miss Tang San looked at the back, her brows furrowed as she said this.
The students in the audience were talking about Fu Xiaoguan, but Wen Xingzhou on the stage looked at Fu Xiaoguan and smiled, with an undisguised eager anticipation in his eyes.
Can he write another amazing article today?
…
Dong Shulan was still grinding ink, and she was happy as she did so.
Of course, she read the five poems yesterday as soon as possible. Although she had been with Fu Xiaoguan for nearly a year, she was still amazed by those poems.
This is the husband she chose herself, and she is proud of him!
This is a truly learned and talented man. He was able to complete such exquisite poems in such a short time. This is what it means to be broad-minded and have a noble character, and to be full of poetry and books!
Who else in the world could be as young as this?
Fu Xiaoguan picked up his brush and wrote, and when the pen fell on the paper, three large and sloppy characters "Praise of the Humble House" appeared.
A mountain is not famous because of its height, but because of the immortals living there.
It’s not the depth of the water that makes it magical, but the presence of a dragon.
This is a humble room, but my virtue is fragrant.
The moss on the steps is green, and the grass is green through the curtains.
There are great scholars among whom to talk and laugh, and no unlearned people among whom to associate.
You can tune the zither and read the golden scriptures.
No music to disturb the ears, no paperwork to tire the body.
Zhuge Lu in Nanyang and Ziyun Pavilion in Western Shu.
Confucius said, "What is there to be ashamed of?"
Finished in one go, Fu Xiaoguan picked up his pen and looked at it. He originally wanted to change the name of the Zhuge Lu in Nanyang, Xishu Ziyun Pavilion, to Linjiang Xishan Residence, Jingdu Liyuan Pavilion. After thinking about it, he didn't change it, because the meaning would be greatly reduced after the change, and it would also be a tribute to the classic of the past.
As for someone investigating Zhuge Lu in Nanyang and Ziyun Pavilion in Western Shu, that was none of his business.
However, what he didn't know was that there really was a Zhuge Lu in Nanyang County of Fan State, and that the great scholar Zhuge Mingming of Fan State was living there.
The former Western Shu is now the western wilderness of the Yu Dynasty. There was indeed a very famous Mr. Ziyun in the past. He spent his entire life spreading the sacred teachings in Western Shu and wanted to educate the people.
Today, the Ziyun Pavilion is located in Xirong Prefecture. Mr. Ziyun's surname is Yang and his given name is Zhi, which is naturally different from his previous life. The Yang family has taken root in Xirong and has long since become a prominent family in Xirong Prefecture.
Fu Xiaoguan put down his pen, Wen Xingzhou hurried down, and then his eyes fell on the inscription and he could no longer move them away.
He couldn't help himself. Before the ink on the paper had dried, he took the paper and left quickly, leaving Fu Xiaoguan standing there in shock, not knowing what was going on.
…
Boxue Building.
Eight great scholars were reviewing yesterday's poems, and Wen Xingzhou hurried up the stairs with the article in his hand.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen, this is a masterpiece, a masterpiece!"
The eight great scholars looked up suddenly, and the old master Zhuang, the dean of Lishan Academy, even looked out the window - how much time has passed?
"It's his article again?" Master Zhuang stood up excitedly and asked.
"Of course, come on, let's enjoy it together!"
A scribbled article was placed on the desk, and the nine top scholars of the Wu Dynasty all gathered around it, and then... there was silence again!
After half an incense stick of time, they had recited the article in their minds at least twenty times.
Old Master Du shook his head and sighed, "It is true that if Heaven had not given birth to Fu Xiaoguan, the world would have been dark forever. Such literary talent has never appeared in the past thousand years!"
Old Master Mei plopped down on the stool, his interest growing dull. "We are revered as great scholars by the world... I suddenly feel this is simply a fucking irony!"
Master Zhuang agreed deeply, nodding his head repeatedly and saying, "This inscription on my humble home consists of only a few dozen words. Although humble, it is endowed with a noble character because of the owner who lives here... The realm of Fu Xiaoguan is truly shameful to me!"
Wen Xingzhou did not make any judgment and hurried to the second floor, whereupon the other eight great scholars also ran down.
Naturally, they had to make a copy of this article, and Wen Xingzhou wanted to frame it and hang it in the lobby.
This is a humble room, but my virtue is fragrant. What a noble virtue!
No music to disturb the ears, no paperwork to tire the body, what a pleasant life this is!
When I think about the idea of being desireless that is now widely sung in Guanyun City... could it be that what this kid wants is not power or status?
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