Rise From the Humble

Everyone concentrated on the idea and splashed ink. For a while, the fragrance of ink overwhelmed the fragrance of vegetables.

From time to time someone wrote a poem, from time to time someone passed the poem on to everyone, and from time to time a poem was passed to the table at the front. Everyone here was a talented person, the best in the imperial examination, and their poems were also good, so from time to time There are two or three excellent works that have been recognized by the big guys.

"bamboo"

There are old and green bamboos in front of the steps, but they are happy to grow thousands of poles all year round.

The most important thing is to keep an open mind and stay strong, and to endure the wind and rain for a long time without knowing the cold.

Guo Ziyu's "Bamboo" poem was also passed on, and was affirmed by the boss at the head table, which made him feel a little complacent. Looking around, he saw that Zhu Ping'an, the last table member, still hadn't written a word. He couldn't help but feel that this was a God-given opportunity. .

So, Guo Ziyu took a glass of wine and slowly came to Zhu Ping'an's table like other people who went around the table to communicate. He chatted with the people at the bottom, exchanged poems, and drank a glass together.

Then, Guo Ziyu seemed to suddenly find an empty piece of white paper in front of Zhu Ping'an, and he said in affected surprise:

"Brother Zhu Xian has a reputation for being talented, but why hasn't he started writing yet?"

Guo Ziyu's surprise attracted the people at the nearby tables. Everyone had written poems. Although not all of them were recognized by the top boss, they were not bad either. At this moment, I heard that someone hadn't written it yet, so I couldn't help but turn around curiously.

The last seat at the bottom, a young genius comparable to Mr. Yang Ge

But at this moment, he didn't write a word. Is it to attract everyone's attention? Or is it just a false name?

Then everyone can't help but have some ideas of their own.

"Brother Zhu Xian comes from a mountain village. There are many pines, bamboos and plums on the mountains, but are you dazzled by the many good poems you usually write?"

Guo Ziyu pretended to speak for Zhu Pingan again, and inadvertently revealed the truth about Zhu Pingan's background in the mountain village.

Then everyone looked at Zhu Ping'an slightly strangely. Of course, some people heard that Zhu Pingan came from a poor family and appreciated him a little more, but they were not the mainstream.

In ancient times, great emphasis was placed on family status and family background. In ancient times, the root of a person's roots was upright and his family background was high. You are a child of a peasant family, and he is from a scholarly family. In the eyes of outsiders, scholarly family must be valued more. In their eyes, people from scholarly families can receive better education and they can cultivate better children. As for the children of wealthy families, they have access to better education. The so-called carp jumping over the dragon's gate is something that can only happen but cannot be expected.

So when everyone knew that Zhu Ping'an came from a poor family, apart from some admiration, most of them felt strange, a boy who came from a poor family. Without relationships and money, how much development can be achieved?

There is no word written at this moment, and considering that he was the last one to win the exam this time, everyone has to be a little suspicious. During the rural examination, tens of thousands of students rushed to the examination room. How many students from a scholarly family have been taught to write and write by their elders since they were young. The cold and heat are not in danger. Apart from eating and drinking, they study. It can be said that they are vocational candidates, and the educational environment is good; he can stand out among a bunch of professional candidates. For this young genius, luck should be an important factor.

Zhu Ping'an looked at Guo Ziyu standing next to him, and looked at his provocative and slightly contemptuous face.

I don’t know why there are always people who dislike me?

Jealous?

Normally, I would just laugh it off. But at this time, watching them painstakingly choose words and sentences, and think about how many scenes from yesterday in the whole of Daming, there is a depression in my heart that is difficult to vent.

Suddenly I had the urge to slap him in the face.

Excuse me. Who asked you to come here in a hurry? It just so happens that you can't vent some of your emotions.

When it comes to writing poetry, I really have never been afraid of anyone. After all, so many poems and songs from the late Ming Dynasty to the Qing Dynasty to modern times are all "my" in a sense.

"Among the new recruits, Ping'an is the most unworthy, and you are the most precious. Ping'an is ashamed of himself." Zhu Ping'an raised the corners of his lips slightly, and cupped his hands towards Guo Ziyu.

You're pretty good at changing the subject. But after finally getting this opportunity, how could I let you succeed? Guo Ziyu thought in his heart.

"Brother Zhu Xian, don't be modest. If you say that you are ashamed of yourself when you are in the middle school at the age of thirteen, don't we want to find a tree with a crooked neck and hang it on the southeast branch?" Guo Ziyu pointed at everyone and himself, shaking his head and laughing. .

"That's right." Guo Ziyu's words caused the good guys to agree.

"Brother Zhu Xian, don't refuse. There are many pines and bamboos in the mountains and fields. Brother Zhu Xian must have a good sentence. If there are too many good poems in his belly, it is difficult to choose. Why don't you write them and let me help you choose." Guo Ziyu urged again, His eyes were full of teasing.

This time, Zhu Pingan was not only asked to write one song, but Zhu Pingan was asked to write at least several poems.

Under the leadership of Guo Ziyu, there were more people doing good things and more people making noises.

Zhu Ping'an looked at Guo Ziyu and cursed: You really thought I couldn't write. I can write dozens of poems about bamboo, pine and plum in every minute. Do you believe it?

It's what you want.

Under Guo Ziyu's repeated urging, Zhu Ping'an took out the pen and paper and wrote amidst the roar of the crowd:

"bamboo"

Stay firm on the green hills and don’t let go, your roots are still in the broken rocks;

It has endured thousands of blows but is still strong, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south.

As soon as this poem was written, Guo Ziyu, who called out the loudest just now, was speechless. This poem seemed to be specially slapped in the face, but the posture of the slap was so handsome!

Standing tall and breaking through the rocks, it seems that he is responding to himself by saying that he comes from a poor family in a mountain village.

After countless hardships, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south, it is almost mirroring yourself!

However, this is just my own understanding, because no matter who reads this poem, it is full of tenacity and strong character.

"Okay, little brother Zhu Xian is really a blockbuster if he doesn't sing." A judge at the same table was full of praise and admiration for Zhu Pingan's "Bamboo".

Hold on tightly to the green mountains and never let go, the bamboo roots are rooted in the broken rocks. Suffer countless hardships and still stand strong, no matter where the wind blows from you.

This kind of artistic conception makes people feel full of power just thinking about it!

"This poem has a very strong character, comparable to Yu Gong's "Ode of Lime"!"

There are many talented people nearby. After reading this poem by Zhu Pingan, they highly praised it. As for Cao Jieyuan's "Bamboo" just now, it pales in comparison.

Listening to the praise from the people around him, Guo Ziyu felt his face heat up, but at this moment he was riding a tiger and couldn't help but flinch, so he had to praise him and urged him again.

"Wonderful, indescribably wonderful. This one is so breathtaking. Aren't the other poems that Zhu Xiandi was so hard to choose even more wonderful? Let's enjoy them together. Zhu Xiandi must not be stingy and keep the good works to himself."

I admit that this one of yours is awesome, but I don’t believe you can make another one that’s as good as this one! Guo Ziyu thought to himself.

Zhu Ping'an glanced at Guo Ziyu and started writing again.

If you don’t believe it, then I’m sorry to disappoint you. Why are you so unhappy when you come here in such a hurry?

"bamboo"

Listening to Xiao Xiaozhu in the shabby room, it is suspected to be the suffering of the neighbors.

These little my cao juniors, every branch and leaf are always concerned with love.

After writing this song, everyone around him was speechless and full of respect for the young man sitting at the bottom of the table.

This poem swept away the tendency of everyone present to sing and praise bamboo, and found a new way. No, it can be said that it was inspired by feelings.

Directly sublimated to a realm!

From bamboo to love, you have risen to the realm of worrying about the world before you do!

The previous poem can be said to be the best in the poem in terms of the character of chanting bamboo, but this one has risen to the level of people's livelihood suffering. Everyone will say it before worrying about the world, but what about doing it? Among all the bamboo poems, this poem is groundbreaking.

"Such two poems, if it were me, I would be in a dilemma."

Some people sighed.

Guo Ziyu was dumbfounded at this time and was stunned on the spot! Red face and hot ears! How can you really write it out!