Chapter 19: Sending Off Poem
Outside of Kyoto, Sheep Pavilion!
Several luxurious carriages were parked at the edge of the pavilion, the countryside was cold and windy, and the rolling hills were light brown in color.
The sun hung warmly, letting people feel a hint of warmth not inferior to Nai Zi's in the early winter days.
The Ziyang Jushi of the Yunlu Academy was going to leave his post.
For the declining Yunlu Academy in the officialdom, it is a great joy.
The teachers of the academy sang and sang, and the students rejoiced, all feeling that they had raised their eyebrows and that their day of reckoning was coming soon.
In the pavilion, three old men were sitting opposite each other drinking tea, one of them was wearing a purple robe with frosty sideburns, he was the main character of this send-off.
Yang Gong, the character Zi Qian, the name Ziyang Jushi, Yuan Jing 14 years of the first grade. In the following year, he returned to Yunlu Academy to study, and in twenty-two years, he became a world-famous scholar.
He should have had a better future, to the cabinet to worship the prime minister in no time, but in the most prosperous time to leave the officialdom. For this matter, the scholarly community is divided, some say that he offended His Majesty, so he had to leave his post.
Some people say he was offended by the current chief minister, the means is not as good as people, only gray roll cover roll people.
But no matter what, twenty-two years later, he finally came out again. He went to Qingzhou to serve as a minister of government.
The real big official.
The other two identities are also not low, not to mention the status in the cloud deer academy, alone outside the reputation, not lose Ziyang Jushi.
Wearing gray robes, stored goat beard called Li Mubai, a big player, once claimed to be the first in the world of chess, five years ago and Wei Yuan Wei Gong hand to talk about three games, all lost, angrily dropped the board, and since then no longer play chess.
Wearing a blue robe called Zhang Shen, the art of war everyone, the early years of the book "the art of war six sparse" is still the Dabong military officials, generals and leaders of the mandatory reading of the publication.
He is the only person in Dabong who can be compared to Wei Yuan in the art of war.
Outside the pavilion stood a group of farewell students, all of whom were promising students of Yunlu Academy.
Xu New Year was among them.
"Mr. Ziyang has finally come out of the mountains, if we can gain his appreciation, we will definitely have good luck in the official world in the future." A familiar fellow student whispered, "Resignation, have you prepared your poem."
My brother prepared for me ..... And it's half a heptameter .... Xu New Year looked into the pavilion and faintly said, "Scribbling to prepare half a poem, Uncle Yong, you are too utilitarian."
Seven-line poems have a strict meter, requiring the verses to be neatly worded, consisting of eight lines of seven words each, with every two lines being a couplet, totaling four couplets.
Xu Qi'an gave him only two couplets. Xu New Year asked after the meal, his cousin stammered and digressed, just not giving the last two couplets.
"This is not utilitarian, the sea of learning is the same as the sea of eunuchs, bitter as a boat, drilling as a pulp." The good friend said, seeming to know that Xu New Year is not good at poetry, so he did not ask more questions.
"Uncle Yong is right, and nowadays, the official culture is corrupt, the Xu Xu officials cooperate with the corrupt officials to fish and meat the people, and there are years of natural disasters, if you want to change the situation, you have to be more lively in your mind." Another scholar participated in the topic.
The scholar called Uncle Yong nodded and looked at Xu Xinxin: "You always say that poetry is a minor path, but no matter how well you do in writing, who will remember you decades later? But poetry, it's something that can be passed on."
Poetry is the small way, can not rule the country, can not benefit the people, is attached to the elegance ..... Xu Erlang just wanted to say this, considering that he was now preparing to please the old-timer with the small path of attachments, swallowed his words back and gave a vague hmmm.
Uncle Yong looked at him in surprise, surprisingly not lifting a finger!
Great Power Hand Li Mubai sighed, "Brother Yang, if you had their general lingering back then, you wouldn't have wasted more than twenty years."
Ziyang Jushi laughed.
"That's not right," Zhang Shen, a great master of the art of war, lost his smile and sipped his tea, "Brother Yang is ambitious and is paving the way for the 'Lifelong' realm."
Upon hearing this, Ziyang Jushi sighed tersely, "After all, he has been ostracized from the officialdom."
"It's not your problem, the group of people from the State Scholarship Academy will not watch our Cloud Deer Academy turn over a new leaf."
"Hmph, a group of villains who only know how to bully the top and pander to the bottom and play with power, in less than two hundred years, they have scourged the world into this state."
This matter involves a very interesting piece of history.
Confucianism originated from the sages, and the White Deer Academy, as an academy started by a great disciple of the sages, prided itself on the orthodoxy of Confucianism. This was also true in fact.
However, two hundred years ago, it was completely disliked by the emperor of the time because of the incident of the dispute over the state capital.
Coincidentally, a traitor came out of the White Deer Academy, as the White Deer Academy itself believed.
The traitor was originally a teacher of the White Deer Academy, took the opportunity to set up his own school, with the concept of 'the survival of heavenly justice and the destruction of human desires' to please the emperor, in the emperor's support to set up the State Elementary School, and became a generation of masters.
After that, the State Prison replaced the Yunlu Academy and became the main delivery institution for court officials.
The dispute over Confucian orthodoxy has thus continued for two hundred years.
Ziyang Jushi said in a deep voice, "I'm going here to open up the frontiers for the White Deer Academy and lay the foundation for the officialdom, but if you want to revitalize the Academy's past elegance, I'm not enough on my own, and it requires a concerted effort on our part, and even more so, it requires outstanding young people."
Li Mu Bai and Zhang Shen looked at each other and smiled, the latter twisted his head, looking at the scholars outside the pavilion, "Is there anyone willing to compose a poem to send off Ziyang Jushi?"
"Chanting a poem has to be colorful, otherwise it's meaningless." Venerable Ziyang took off a purple jade from his waist, "Those who win the first prize will get a jade pendant."
The jade pendant's purple light flowed, divine and extraordinary.
The eyes of the scholars outside the pavilion lit up in unison, the jade pendant that the great scholar carried with him was baptized by talent and contained magic within, if they could get it, it would definitely be of great benefit.
At the same time, there was a deeper symbolism for the purple jade that Venerable Ziyang Jushi used as a lottery prize.
Elders carry things with them and only give them to juniors and students, that is to say, take this jade pendant, little old brother, you are my person .... My student now.
"The student would like to compose a poem to send off Ziyang Jushi." An upright scholar wearing a green colored Confucian shirt with a jade pendant around his waist stepped out and arched his hand towards the three great scholars in the pavilion.
Li Mubai smiled and said, "This is my student Zhu Xuanzhi, quite a bit of poetic talent."
Ziyang Jushi smiled and nodded.
After the scholar named Zhu Xuanzhi recited his farewell poem, the smile on Venerable Ziyang's face grew deeper and deeper, obviously very satisfied.
"Not bad." Zhang Shen, a great man of the art of war, praised, without commenting much, the two great scholars present were both more talented in poetry than he was.
But a good beginning may not have a good ending, the next scene could probably be described as a dog's tail.
The later poems were poor and barely qualified.
Li Mubai lamented, "Since the State Scholarship Academy re-collected notes for the sages' canonical books, and stored the reason of heaven to extinguish human desires, the world's scholars can only stick to the classics and bury their heads in the words and chapters. Over time, they have fallen into the 'shackles of the rhetoric, detached from the tedious' situation can not be extricated. Articles and poems no longer have spirituality."
Said later, painfully.
This is also the reason why Confucianism has begun to weaken in recent times, two hundred years forward, Confucianism's famous saying is: the Buddhist sect is great, the Taoist sect is awesome, short oil, the warlocks are also good. The alternative parasitic sorcerers are also very spiritual and deserve praise .... Oh, coarse martial artists please get out, this is a gathering of the civilized. By the way, take the demonic deviants with you. The rest of you here, with all due respect, are trash!
Confucianism was such a hang-up in the beginning.
And now?
Major Cultivation Systems: How's the fertilizer thing, little old me?
Confucianism trembled: mmp.
Ziyang Jushi sighed, "Just, do not mention these. All the scholars, who else is willing to compose a poem?"
No one was there for a long time.
Zhu Xiezhi stared at Ziyu, his eyes blazing, feeling that this was his bag.
"Sir, I have a poem." Xu New Year walked out of the crowd and came to the edge of the pavilion.
He was purposely silent until now, he was low-key and humble, not wanting to embarrass his fellow students by throwing out a good poem too early. It definitely had nothing to do with the fact that he had once mouthed fenghuang to each other with Zhu Xiezhi.
