roccoschili Chapter 89 Today I got 1 Guqiwen
Chapter 89 Today I got 1 Guqiwen
Chapter 89 Today, a Thousand Ancient Treasures Are Obtained
Fang Yi'ai gripped the pen, staring at the two lines of poetry on the paper, his mind a mixture of anxiety and confusion.
The sounds of Du He and Wang Jingzhi arguing, Duan Yan and Kong Huiyuan flattering each other, and Xu Wang and Gao Xingli laughing loudly.
The elegant comments from King Yue and Yang —
It was as if everyone had forgotten him, as if none of this concerned him.
In the past, it would have been fine if he had just mingled among the sons of civil officials, but this time he came with a mission.
His father allowed him to go out to attend the literary gathering today. If he returns empty-handed without a poem, he will inevitably get a good beating when he gets home, and his confinement period will probably be extended.
Now, if he were asked to abandon the two lines he had already written and rewrite the entire poem, he would neither be willing nor have the time.
Just then, he saw Du He asking Yang Youya to comment on his poems, and the two chatted happily.
If Du Erlang could shamelessly beg for guidance, why can't I?
What's more, he was a fine man who wrote "I will not return until Loulan is conquered!"
The mental preparation was completed in that instant, the process was incredibly smooth and without any obstacles.
Fang Yi'ai suddenly stood up, ignoring everyone else, and bowed deeply to Yang Zhengdao.
"Please teach me, Mr. Youya!"
The sound was like a resounding bell shattering the sky, and the pavilion fell silent instantly.
In the Tang Dynasty, the gratitude for teaching was highly valued. A single word of instruction or a word of clarification was enough to establish a teacher-student relationship. Even without the formal title of teacher and student, such a relationship was still respected and valued.
Therefore, when Fang Yi'ai said this, it meant he was formally seeking guidance from Yang Zheng. Having received Yang Zheng's instruction, he would treat Yang Zheng with utmost respect and never treat him with disrespect.
Therefore, Yang Zhengdao could forget about hearing "Please teach me, sir" from Li Er's mouth. Even Li Chengqian would not easily say such a thing.
Yang Zhengdao never expected that the first person to say this to him after he traveled to the Tang Dynasty would be Fang Yi'ai.
Of course, falling cherry blossoms don't count.
That's a private affair, not something to be shared with outsiders.
If Fang Yi'ai were to lower himself by a generation and respectfully seek guidance, it would be an insult if he were not given any pointers or if he were to politely refuse.
There's no need to make such a huge grudge.
With the Complete Tang Poems in my mind, I can easily cobble together a few lines and get by.
Yang Zhengdao coughed lightly: "I am unworthy of the title of 'sir.' If you, Fang Erlang, have any doubts, let us discuss them together."
Upon hearing this, Fang Yi'ai breathed a sigh of relief. With Yang Youya's help, he was safe today.
He then showed Yang Zhengdao the first two sentences he had written and asked Yang Zhengdao to help him complete the piece.
Chang'an at night, clothes are tied; Yuyang flowers rise and fall.
Yang Zhengdao was stunned when he saw it!
It's all because the learning materials in my previous life were too abundant.
At this moment, the two lines of poetry were no longer in his mind; they were clearly two names.
Hatano is wearing clothes at night, and flowers are rising and falling tomorrow.
What a talent! He even managed to foresee a future master teacher through such a serendipitous turn of events.
Yang Zhengdao's thinking was forcibly switched, and the 50,000 masterpieces in the Complete Tang Poems were completely useless.
Kuchana, Sayuri————
Chaos!
Everything's in chaos!
After a wry smile, Yang Zhengdao wrote down the last two lines, completing the poem.
Chang'an at night, clothes are tied; Yuyang flowers rise and fall.
The valiant warriors, facing the setting sun, lay down their armor and laughed at the fallen lotus leaves.
Before others could comment, he proactively admitted his own shortcomings.
"What Fang Erlang wrote is truly an unfinished masterpiece. Zhengdao can only add to it in this way. I hope Erlang will not be offended!"
No one could say for sure; in short, no one would think that this was the level of Mikami Koji.
Li Tai hurriedly stepped forward to persuade him: "Fang Erlang's work has a strong frontier feel, and the addition by the Third Hermit perfectly captures the spirit of military life. Furthermore, he has pointed out the theme of today's literary gathering. This is truly remarkable!"
Everyone agreed wholeheartedly, believing that Fang Yi'ai's writing was completely irrelevant and that asking him to complete and continue the story was simply asking too much of a question.
Of course, there are also many who believe that Yang Zhengdao deliberately made a fool of himself to save Fang Yi'ai's face.
But Fang Yi'ai didn't have such ulterior motives. He only felt that the last two lines were desolate, tragic, and flavorful, and that this was what a good man should be like.
He picked up the manuscript and read it over and over again, then burst into laughter, exclaiming, "Mr. Mikami truly understands me!"
This?! Fang Erlang, are you sure you really understood it?
Yang Zhengdao could only reminisce in his heart—several times—well, many times.
The crowd exchanged bewildered glances. Poetry is always subject to diverse opinions; if Fang Yi'ai liked it, what could others possibly say?
At this point, Li Tai proposed that all the works created at this literary gathering should be compiled into a book.
This is also the proper purpose of the literary gathering, and with the work of the Layman Sanshang concluding today, everyone naturally feels honored.
"I wish to emulate the grandeur of the Orchid Pavilion Gathering and write a preface for this gathering. I wonder, among the distinguished guests present, which one is capable of doing so?"
After Li Tai finished speaking, he turned his gaze to Yang Zhengdao.
Everyone understood Li Tai's meaning, and besides, no one wanted to show off their limited skills in front of Cao Zhi, the contemporary Cao Cao.
Li Yuanjia clapped his hands and laughed, "Since the scholar Sanshang has written the closing chapter, he should naturally write the preface. This is a testament to the fact that capable people often do a lot of work!"
The uncle and nephew were quite in sync.
Yang Zhengdao was about to politely decline, but his childish literary gathering, which imitated the ancients by writing prefaces, was merely a pretentious attempt at elegance and would easily make him a laughingstock.
But Li Tai sighed and said quietly, "I'm afraid my glass cup will no longer be able to hold water."
you are vicious!
When we first started fishing, you were laughing more heartily than anyone else!
Yang Zhengdao had no choice but to agree.
However, this did not stump him.
I haven't forgotten those classical Chinese texts that I was required to memorize in my high school Chinese textbook.
Since today's topic is lotus, a slight adjustment to "On the Love of Lotus" should suffice.
After some modesty, Yang Zhengdao stopped declining.
He picked up his pen and wrote:
Among the flowers of land and water, many are lovely. Tao Yuanming of the Jin Dynasty alone loved chrysanthemums, while the world greatly admires peonies; I alone love lotuses! Alas! Few have been heard of loving chrysanthemums since Tao Yuanming. The love of peonies is indeed widespread. But who shares my love for lotuses?
In the fifth year of Zhenguan, the year of Xinhai, on the 20th day of the fourth month, we visited the Furong Garden in Chang'an together. King Tai of Yue used lotus as the theme, and the scholars pondered and composed ten poems. Only then did I realize that gentlemen have common interests, and that I am not the only one who loves lotus.
As soon as he finished writing, he was met with cheers from the entire room.
Adapted from "On the Love of Lotus," the most famous essay on the lotus throughout history, this short piece is indeed full of memorable quotes.
The final epigraph is a brilliant example of mutual flattery.
In particular, when Li Tai saw Yang Zhengdao write the three characters "Yue Wang Tai", he was immediately breathless and his face flushed red.
The literary gathering has now come to a successful conclusion.
Next came the eating, drinking, and spring outing to the park.
Unexpectedly, Gao Lixing smiled mysteriously and took out a manuscript.
He rose and declared loudly, "Since this is a literary gathering, we should be exchanging ideas on poetry and refining our writing skills. Now that we have obtained a masterpiece of ancient literature, I dare not keep it to myself; I should share it with everyone!"
These words immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Yang Zhengdao's lips twitched; he naturally guessed what the extraordinary text Gao Lixing was referring to was.
However, he did not expect Zhang Anan to act so quickly, nor did he expect that one of the first batch of manuscripts to circulate in the market would fall into Gao Lixing's hands.
But is it really appropriate to share such a remarkable article in broad daylight?
Seeing that he had attracted everyone's attention, Gao Xingli was naturally very proud and waved the manuscript in his hand.
The first page prominently displays three words: "Springtime with Curtain Screen".