In Deng Jian's opinion, no matter how Ye Chunqiu's article is written, it seems to be a coy gesture.
Ye Chunqiu, Ye Chunqiu, you are still too young, where do you know, this Shilin Qingyi is a double-edged sword, which can make you achieve your ambition once, but also make you fall and gnaw mud, it is really stupid But after thinking about it carefully, such a fool actually pressed himself, Deng Jian was even more depressed, but he had also been named on the gold list and proud of the spring breeze, but now he is a Yanguan and the imperial history, and his career is quite smooth, why is it not as good as a small person He first went to order Mao, and after handing over the errand, he returned to Zhejiang to patrol the imperial history hall, that Huang Xin buried his head in the office, and in the middle was the workshop of Zhang Shao, the old man's house, through the curtain, it seemed that he also saw what the imperial history of the capital was busy with.
The hall seemed deserted, Deng Jian stepped in, Huang Xin raised his eyes, and the hatred between his colleagues was hidden in his heart, Huang Xin still greeted him: "Oh, Deng Yushi is back." ” Deng Jian only nodded at him, and then returned to his case, and he didn't bother to take care of official business for a while, just asked the scribe to serve tea.
At this time, a scribe hurriedly said: "The Taibai collection has been put on sale and has been delivered." ” This shout, before Deng Jian could react, Huang Xin stood up, and Zhang Shao, the imperial historian of the capital inside, also came out, and said in unison: "Where is it, did I pre-order?"
The scribe said: "It's Huang Yushi." ” Deng Jian was annoyed in his heart, it turns out that you all bought this Taibai set, hum Ye Chunqiu said a, what does it mean that he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, and you are still coaxing.
Although he thought so in his heart, he couldn't help but stretch his neck, but when he saw the scribe send Taibai Ji to Huang Xin, Zhang Shao also came together, Deng Jian was anxious, and couldn't help but say: "Huang Yushi, I'll take a look, I'll see that I know what Ping Wei has passed by, and I can't hide anything from me, I'll know it at a glance." ” This person is always so annoying, frizzy and irritable, Huang Xin can't wait to let him get out of here, Zhang Shao also dislikes him a little, but he endures it.
Deng Jian snatched the book, his eyebrows fluttered, and said: "Tsk, I'll tell you the truth, write your own merits, this is very unwise, if you don't say it well, it will become a laughing stock, if I am even, then I should also ask Lord Du Yushi to write, Huang Yushi" He glanced at Huang Xin, well, forget it, don't say it, let this guy brag about himself, who knows if he will wait for the opportunity to retaliate and say something strange.
He said as he flipped through the book quickly, and then frowned: "It's weird, why can't I find it, it won't be a fool, where is there that Ye Chunqiu Pingyu?"
At this time, he stopped talking, the article was in a very inconspicuous place, well, the size of a palm, and it was a poem and poetry.
Thinking of Ye Chunqiu's poems, he felt a headache.
However, poetry is the easiest to exaggerate, Deng Jian is overjoyed, this Ye Chunqiu is dead, people ask you to write about your own experience of peace, you write well, and it is the best choice to write truthfully, neither too modest, nor too exaggerated.
But you actually write poetry.
Regarding this point, Deng Jian knows the details best, he is the imperial history, and the matter of Shilin Qingyi is his specialty, to put it bluntly, a person's mouth is a knife, many times, the bigger the limelight, the faster you die, don't care who you are, as long as it is hotly discussed, you will inevitably be criticized.
Therefore, the matter of stating one's own merits is almost looking for death.
In fact, it was not just him, even Huang Xin, who cared about Ye Chunqiu, also wrinkled his eyebrows, feeling that Ye Chunqiu was too frivolous this time.
If it's just an article, it's just a poem, you must know that poetry is different from an article, and poetry is the easiest to exaggerate, because only exaggerated is it called poetry, which is like looking back and smiling, and the harem beauty has no color; Or it is a flying stream that goes straight down to 3,000 feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days.
The former is to describe a woman's beauty to the extreme, the latter is obviously a waterfall, you are still 3,000 feet, and the Milky Way falls for nine days, if it is from a poetic point of view, it is certainly able to make people think about it, but from a realistic point of view, why don't you go to the sky, 3,000 feet you are a ghost, you are a special bully, I have never seen the Milky Way If this Pingwei is also written like this, this is blowing to the sky, and it is still boasting about itself, this is not death But I heard Deng Jian open his mouth and read: "Xiaozhu temporarily sits down, and there is an old alliance when you are worried." ” My life is comfortable now, but don't forget that we have a neighbor in the Wa Kingdom.
Well, there's nothing wrong with the rhyme, and it's not very outstanding.
Deng Jian continued: "Call the bottle to greet the guests, wave and sit and talk." ” If a friend comes, he will quickly take out his wine glass and entertain the guests, and discuss the problem of the plague together.
It's still bland.
Deng Jian said: "The cloud toothpick is full, and the star contains a sword. ” Deng Jian shook his head when he read it, this poem is very flat, it is nothing more than saying that I read books and practice martial arts every day until late.
Huang Xin and Zhang Shao also just looked calm, and there was nothing moving.
It's a very ordinary poem, and it doesn't arouse much interest.
Deng Jian sneered in his heart: "The level of this Ye Chunqiu has declined, in addition to the rhyme, this poem is just the level of pen poems." ” He continued to read the last paragraph: "I don't want to be a marquis, but I hope the sea will be peaceful."
The last sentence It's still flat.
It's just that there is something that seems to penetrate people's hearts all at once.
Well, I don't want to be a marquis, but I hope the sea is flat The three of them looked at each other.
Deng Jian's face was pulled down.
Huang Xin's eyes lit up: Although I live a comfortable life, but I always have a lingering sorrow in my heart, oh, it turned out that it was because of the intensification of the plague, which made me toss and turn, I read every day, practiced martial arts, and worried about the country and the people, and the last sentence was directly pushed to, I did this, not to make meritorious contributions to the marquis, what I wanted was just the peace of Cathay.
A very simple poem, just like looking up at the bright moon and bowing his head to think of his hometown, is simple and unpretentious, but this sentence, the more simple it is, the more it can arouse everyone's spiritual resonance. is also as simple as the worries of the world before, but this sentence can be sung for thousands of years.
I don't want to be a marquis, but I hope the sea is flat.
It didn't write anything about peace, nor did it boast about its exploits, but just told everyone that I just wanted the people to live and work in peace and contentment.
It's full of sentiment.
Deng Jian was disappointed, he breathed a sigh in his heart, he couldn't swallow it, he couldn't spit it out, fortunately Ye Chunqiu was a man, and at the same time, there was no very dirty scolding words in this era, otherwise Deng Jian would have to scold you surnamed Ye for your shameless scheming. aa2705221: