Today, my mother's 80th birthday, and I wish the world's mothers happiness and health The small pavilion on the outskirts of Beijing, not far from the south gate of Beijing, there is residual snow, but the plum blossoms have no half branches, only a dry willow, swaying in winter, the name is very good, but it is never suitable for the scene.
When Lu Hanqiang came with his younger brother, it was already covered with a canopy, and countless scholars and literati greeted each other in a chaotic manner, took out their proud works, and read them aloud, hoping to get everyone's singing harmony.
The real poetry meeting has not yet opened, everyone seems to be waiting for some important people to appear, Lu Hanqiang didn't have the heart to greet those people, so he took his little brother and walked outside the circle, standing under this small pavilion, in front of the frozen lake, looking into the distance, here, you can see the ruined temple that used to live in the distance.
Looking beyond the small temple, looking at the Zhuangzi in the haze from afar, in the bottom of his heart, an unreasonable sadness haunted his heart again, although he knew that this was not the memory of his previous life, this was the original Lu Hanqiang's deep reluctance, even if the soul returned to that side, he couldn't let go of the thoughts.
At this time, Lu Hanqiang thought, is it true that missing this kind of thing is so unforgettable, is it really an unforgettable feeling "See Brother Xian, the word is the world, see this snow scene, all the brothers are looking forward to your good work coming out."
A noble boy recognized Lu Hanqiang, stepped forward, interrupted his thoughts, saluted him respectfully, and greeted him with an expectant face.
"Yes, yes, I don't know what Brother Jianxian has done, I'll listen to it."
Since he recognized Lu Hanqiang, a group of children in green shirts immediately stepped forward one after another, and surrounded him with respectful inquiries and waiting for advice.
Lu Hanqiang hurriedly retracted his contemplation, and hurriedly bowed his hand to a group of fans behind him, his mouth full of humility.
It is no wonder that the current scholars are so respectful to Lu Hanqiang, the reason is that in the three hundred years of the Ming Dynasty, there is really no good poem, and they are really ashamed of the Central Plains of the world.
Although the decline of poetry in the Ming Dynasty has such and such reasons, however, the pavilion body and the eight strands of literature are the most fundamental reasons, everything is inferior only to read high, but also at that time was regarded as a classic, half of the discourse to rule the world has become a myth, how can these things that bind people's minds still have a place for bold and romantic poetry Therefore, gradually conservative and cautious have become a mainstream, in such a state of mind, how can there be good poetry circulation However, no matter when it comes, the pursuit of romance and heroism is not something that literati give up, if Lu Hanqiang's life is like the first sight, it is like a stone, as if it was thrown in this small altar of dead silence, it immediately aroused ripples buried in the hearts of thousands of years of literati, so that the poetry society, which has been extinct for hundreds of years, was resurrected again in the hearts of these scholars, and there is such a grand ceremony today.
It is not an exaggeration to say that the grand ceremony is no longer excessive, and the respect for talent has made almost all the literati and artists in the capital gather in Jingnan, gather around this pool of frozen lake, sit on their most luxurious frames, carry their most luxurious utensils, and stand here with their most respectful hearts, arched hands, bent over, and full of piety.
In everyone's heart, there is an excited cry, I come, I see, I am at the right time, I am a part of it, I am honored.
Of course, there are also discordant voices, that is, in the Ming Dynasty, the disciples who have controlled the literary world for hundreds of years have also taken absolute resistance to Lu Hanqiang's deviant things.
The poetry school in the middle of the Ming Dynasty produced seven sons before and after.
Their views on poetry and writing are generally the same, that is, they emphasize that "the text must be Qin and Han, and the poetry must be prosperous in the Tang Dynasty", advocating the imitation of the ancients.
It has a certain positive significance for cracking down on the graceful and elegant and uniform style of writing of the "Taige style", but it has led poetry writing onto the retro road, resulting in many lifeless fake antique poems, and when they brought about great changes, they no longer occupied the court, and now they have fallen to the point of no return, only powerless to treat the world with nonsense and brutality, to maintain their so-called orthodoxy.
This time, he used a new word by Lu Hanqiang to host the Xiaoting Poetry Club, preparing to use the criticism of Lu Hanqiang to once again arouse people's attention to retro poetry.
Now, everyone is eagerly waiting for the time when such a big word person who has only come out in the past few hundred years has a good work to dedicate, and there is such a force of people who have entered the crowd with great momentum.
It's a bit too much to say that the killing came in, but it is absolutely aggressive, looking at the three people at the head, the nostrils are rushing to the sky, and next to them is a group of spineless guys who bow down to their ears, which is even more arrogant.
Lu Hanqiang is actually not a guy who wants to be in the limelight, in his heart, he just wants to make money peacefully, and then take enough capital to take the family south to avoid trouble, but yesterday, he really couldn't bear to hit the heart of Zhang's shopkeeper, and he also thought that it would be perfunctory and finished, and he came to participate in this poetry meeting.
I originally thought that this poem would be held by a boring boy, of course, with the most prominent identity as the leading, I just came over to mix a familiar face, and then rubbed some wine and meat, and then plagiarized a small poem that was not up or down, and then everyone hello, I am good, everyone is good, everyone goes back to their respective homes, each finds their own mother, washes and sleeps.
But I don't want to, the scene is so huge, the formation is so grand, the most important thing is that everyone still regards themselves as the center, which really makes Lu Hanqiang feel helpless for a while, just right, at this time, someone comes to the limelight, this is what Lu Hanqiang wants to see the most.
Is there anything better to be sheltered from the elements "These are the representatives of the seven sons of the literary world in Beijing, please be careful."
As a participant in this poetry meeting, Tian Yuenong, who is still in his position as the eldest son of the Ministry of Rites Langguan Tian Zaixin, and is also an absolute fan of Lu Hanqiang, immediately stepped forward to remind him carefully, he knew the inside story of this poetry meeting.
After all, these people are too famous, and he still can't afford to offend a small Gongsheng, although he is very tired in his heart, he can't help it.
Lu Hanqiang was happy to see the disturbance coming, so that he could push the boat away with the water, so, with great gratitude, he hurriedly stepped forward to welcome: "Fortunately, this poetry meeting does not want to alarm the literary giants to come, it is really a blessing." ” With Lu Hanqiang's greeting, those scholars who went to the meeting also stepped forward to salute the three guys with their nostrils facing the sky, and their demeanor was quite respectful.
After a lot of fleshy sycophants, it was these three people who looked at and talked, of course, talking about the ideological theory of the Mandate of Heaven, looking at the flying mouth, Lu Hanqiang's cold sweat was gurgling down his back, and then he deeply felt that as long as it was an academic thought, he had a strong corrosive and aggressive nature, and the knowledge of all sects and factions, in the final analysis, all wanted to brainwash you and control your thoughts, and the exclusivity of the Mandate of Heaven was very strong and wanted the two to get along peacefully, which was almost impossible, because there was always a thought in your mind, And the tenacious conflict of another thought in your mind, in history, in addition to the contention of a hundred schools, to the Han Dynasty Confucianism, academic thought, is a life-and-death struggle, and later people who can penetrate several different learnings, I don't know how to do it, Now, Lu Hanqiang is very skeptical that the story of Confucius asking Yu Lao Tzu is true, if it is true, then, Confucius will definitely become a little Taoist priest and will definitely not become a Confucian sage.
Now I'm very afraid, I'm afraid that I will be completely integrated in this era before I have time to drink urgently, otherwise, those thoughts and methods in my previous life would have been swallowed up by the thoughts of this era long ago, and there would not even be a dregs left.
"You are the contemporary lyricist Lu Hanqiang" The guy who was the first to nostrils snorted, and Lu Hanqiang, who was already demented and didn't know what to say, didn't have the slightest compliment to himself, snorted so arrogantly and asked, For this era, it is disrespectful to call him by his name, so everyone looked at Lu Hanqiang, hoping that he would not have a seizure at this very elegant time, which is a bad scenery.
Of course, Lu Hanqiang was stunned, and immediately retracted his idea of going off topic to the point that he didn't know where, but when he saw the three nostrils in front of him who could catch the rain, he was extremely angry, since he crossed over, he had seen the strong, such as the woman in red, the arrogant, such as the prince Wang, and the gangster, such as the street ruffian Niu Er, but I really had never seen such a look down on himself, and he was also angry in his heart at the moment, for the contempt of himself, of course, he had to straighten up, bite back, and squint his eyes and said: " Are you what are you called after the seventh son?"
deliberately turned around and asked a scholar who was clinging to him.
Now, completely annoyed this cowman, in Beijing, the city is full of inquiries, who doesn't know who wants to be famous after his seven sons can't let himself comment on the poems and this Lu Hanqiang is so blatantly contemptuous of himself, true, but only Zhenzhen, but I don't know what is next.
"Bachelor of the King of the King's Dao in the capital."
The scholar hurriedly reminded in a low voice: "These three are all disciples of the Seventh Son, and they are lecturing at Jingdongmen. ” t1706231537: