Chapter 3: Poetry
The handsome and tall young man who came in was Lin Zitong, the half-brother of Lin Chuwang and the full brother of Lin Yunyan.
When he came in, Lin Yunyan very obediently made room for him and sat down next to him. Yunyan then winked at Lin Zhi, signaling her to sit next to him. But at this moment, Si Ying spoke.
Si Ying looked at his old friend's son with what seemed to be quite admiring eyes, "I heard that the eldest son of the Lin family is full of poetry and books, just as knowledgeable as his father was."
Lin Yu devoted himself to cultivating his eldest son in his early years, and he is now very satisfied, but he smiled modestly and said, "I just taught him a little bit of reading, but his knowledge is far less than Yan Sang's, and he is not full of poetry and literature."
At this time, the eldest aunt spoke up, "The three children of the Lin family are all good. They wrote some poems at the end of last year, and their handwriting is very pleasing. I wonder if Yan Sang can write?"
Si Yingze laughed and said, "Him? He only came back with me three years ago. Now he can barely speak fluently and write poetry."
Si Yansang said shyly, "Why don't you, Brother Lin, Second Sister, and Third Sister, write a couple of poems and let me see them?"
No!
Lin Zhi turned around and saw her elder brother and second sister looking eager to try, and she cried out in her heart, "Oh no!"
As expected, Lin Yu looked among the three siblings and then went to get the four treasures of the study.
While the maid was grinding ink, Lin Yu proposed a topic, saying, "Today is the second day of the new year. You should write a five-character quatrain on the theme of 'Spring'."
As soon as Lin Yu finished speaking, Lin Zitong seemed to have it in mind. He picked up his pen and wrote for a while, then stopped writing and sat down.
After Lin Zitong sat down, Lin Yunyan also stood up and went to the table.
Only Lin Chuwang was left: "..."
This scene reminded her of her childhood nightmare.
Every New Year, when friends and family gathered around the table to praise her, her father would rack his brains to think of her strengths. After he finished citing her strengths, the aunts and uncles would say, "Xiaozhi, come on, sing us a song from 'Haier Brothers', dance to 'The Four Little Swans', or recite 'Goose, Goose, Goose'."
She thought that after going to college, she would no longer need to please her elders in such a sensational way, but she never expected that after being reborn, she would have to experience an advanced version.
At this moment, everyone looked at him with hot eyes, and Lin Chuwang couldn't help but turn his face away in despair.
Write poetry? Forget it. With my limited literary literacy, the most I can do is recite "Geese, Geese, Geese, Necks Bent to the Sky" for you, and I'm afraid you won't listen.
Under everyone's eager gaze, Lin Chuwang moved slowly to the table. When he picked up the brush, his heart sank again.
Not only can he not write poetry, he probably can't even write a few words... The living environment is really terrible.
At this time, the eldest brother spoke up, "Have you made up your mind, Third Sister?"
The second sister also joined in, "Third sister, you have been brewing this poem for so long. I'm sure it will astound everyone."
These two people added fuel to the fire, and Chu Wang couldn't help but feel itchy.
At this time, Si Yansang said softly, "Third sister is shy, why don't you let brother Zitong and second sister recite the poem first, so that third sister can take advantage of the opportunity when no one is paying attention and concentrate on writing the poem."
Everyone nodded, thinking this was a good idea.
Lin Zitong then spread out the rice paper and read: "The chill of last night has faded, and the weather is mild today; I no longer long for the distance, but gaze at the mountains and rivers by lamplight."
Everyone praised it, saying it was "magnificent", "full of grandeur", "expressing one's aspirations through poetry", and "Zitong will surely achieve great success in the future".
Lin Zitong returned to his seat with satisfaction after receiving the praise, then stood up and stood beside the dazed Lin Chuwang.
Lin Yunyan: "One star should be like the moon, two scissors make new silk; three needles draw gold paintings, and thousands of trees bloom at night."
A crowd of people praised the "good use of numbers", "the picture of a girl embroidering in the boudoir comes alive on the paper", "the change from three to one thousand vividly shows the change of scenery 'as if a spring breeze comes suddenly in one night'" and so on.
After receiving so much praise, Lin Yunyan put down the paper in her hand with satisfaction.
Lin Chuwang, who was still in a daze, didn't notice that her sister passed by her and glanced at her blank paper with a sarcastic look.
At this time, someone asked, "Where is the third sister?"
Chu Wang was completely immersed in her brother and sister's rhythmic five-character quatrains. Although she could understand them, she couldn't put them into words. But these five-character and twenty-character rhyming poems played in her mind like pop songs.
As the words went on over and over again, Lin Chuwang somehow blurted out twenty words without any reason.
Chu Wang: "... Hydrogen, Helium, Lithium, Beryllium, Boron, Carbon, Nitrogen, Oxygen, Fluorine, Neon, Sodium, Magnesium, Aluminum, Silicon, Phosphorus, Sulfur, Chlorine, Argon, Potassium, Calcium?"
Lin Yu: “???”
Aunt: “???”
Zi Tong and Yun Yan: “???”
Si Ying: “…”
Si Yansang: “…Pfft.”
Lin Yunyan asked, "What nonsense is Third Sister talking about?"
Si Yansang: "Third sister is writing poetry."
Lin Yu then asked, "Chu Wang, let me ask you, what is the meaning of each word in this poem?"
Si Yansang had a hard time suppressing his laughter: "This poem is indeed an excellent poem."
Lin Yunyan was annoyed when he heard this. "Brother Yansang, what are you laughing at? Third sister just made up a lie and you're covering it up for her. I saw she didn't write a single word just now."
Si Yansang waved his hand and said, "Third sister, I would also follow the next line of this poem: 'scandium, titanium, vanadium, chromium, manganese, iron, cobalt, nickel, copper, and zinc'. Do you think I'm right?"
As Chu Wang nodded dully, everyone went to ask Si Yansang what the poem meant.
Si Yansang smiled and said, "This is the periodic table of sixty-three chemical elements proposed by the Russian Dmitri Mendelev in 1869. These are the Chinese transliterations of the first thirty elements. Third sister made up this mnemonic, and it's a five-character quatrain that's easy to remember."
Si Ying couldn't help but cast an approving glance at Lin Yu and said, "I didn't expect Chu Wang to be so young and already know all this new knowledge. Brother Lin is really a good parent."
Lin Yu felt a bit flattered by his boss's sudden praise. Although he didn't know what the periodic table was, nor where his third daughter had learned it, the compliment was truly comforting. His face flushed as he cast a stern look at his youngest daughter, who was sitting at the desk, and said, "You're quite the opportunist, girl."
Her aunt also praised her, saying, "She's so clever, she's just like her mother."
Chu Wang just thought that her father had let her go and just breathed a sigh of relief, but then she heard Lin Yunyan say, "Third sister is so clever, I'm sure a serious five-character quatrain would be even more brilliant."
As soon as she said this, everyone in the room nodded, indicating that they really wanted to hear her write a poem.
Chu Wang fell into despair again.
Having barely failed any liberal arts courses since childhood, she finally made it to her freshman year of high school, when the division into arts and science took place. On the midterm exam before the division, only the top 100 students were admitted to the experimental class, and liberal arts scores were still counted. The last, 30-point history question asked, "What is the significance of the founding of New China?" She racked her brains and wrote "Long live Chairman Mao." As a result, the history teacher made her stand for the entire class as punishment after the test was handed out, a memory that remains vivid in her mind.
Chu Wang immediately had an idea and thought, the great leader's poems should not have been published yet, so I can just take a look at them at home behind closed doors and not let anyone else know. That shouldn't be a big problem, right?
She thought for a moment, then said aloud, "The mountains are yet to be completely red, the forests are yet to be dyed; the river is already clear and emerald, hundreds of boats are vying for the current."
As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Zitong was the first to stand up and applaud, saying, "The ice and snow melt, and the waves are magnificent. What a great poem!"
Chu Wang couldn't help but complain in his heart, of course it's good, this is Mao's famous masterpiece, how can it be bad.
The author has something to say: Is this a farming novel about the connections and contradictions between famous items, socialites, and courtesans? .
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I got really angry when I saw the comments below this one.
Being forced into a desperate situation, in one's own home, behind closed doors, one's personality.
Come, let's recite the harm of plagiarism and infringement:
Plagiarism infringement, like other infringements, requires four elements:
First, the behavior is illegal;
Second, there is objective fact of damage;
Third, there is a causal relationship between the damage and the facts;
Fourth, the actor is at fault.
Since plagiarism only infringes upon publication, i.e., there is objective evidence of damage, plagiarism is usually defined as published material. Therefore, a more accurate definition would be that plagiarism refers to the act of stealing and publishing another person's work or fragments of it as one's own.
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1. Is it illegal?
2. Are there any objective facts of illegality? Is it signed?
3. No.
4. Not in this article.
5. The two poems for her brother and sister were written by me, and they fit their personalities. If possible, I'd also like to write one for the heroine, but doesn't that sound ooc? What's the point?
above.
Black is brainless, black is inexplicable, there are a thousand mmp in my heart that I don’t want to say
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