sjar Chapter 82 A girl’s worries
Chapter 82 A girl’s worries
Chapter 82 A Young Girl's Thoughts
The voice of the semi-saint Su Wenmo echoed in the sky, causing the scholars to blush and become extremely excited.
Being personally appointed by a semi-saint is something to be proud of, and the imperial examination might even enhance one's talent.
The crowd bowed towards the sky:
"Respectfully bidding farewell to the Half-Saint!"
At this moment, the light of the Wenqu star gradually faded, and finally returned to the light of countless stars.
After all, literary talent doesn't last long.
"What happened today is something I can brag about to my dad for a long time."
Qian Wei was extremely happy and said to Su Tongyao.
"Look at your lack of ambition, no wonder you can't even reach half of Brother Ye Ru's level. Look at Brother Ye Ru, he has no arrogance at all."
Zhao Cheng rolled his eyes and mocked him in a good-natured way.
"Young Master Ye Ru..."
Su Tongyao lowered her head, fiddling with the hem of her clothes, as if she was thinking about something.
Her young master Ye Ru was too dazzling, dazzling enough to find her an even better, wealthier family…
And what is a country girl like her...?
Ye Ru, of course, had no idea what was on his mind.
As the sun set, Ye Ru answered some more questions about how to interpret the classics, and the literary gathering was drawing to a close.
"At this moment, as the sun sets, why doesn't Ye Tongsheng take this opportunity to compose a poem to commemorate this literary gathering for the imperial examinations?"
"Brother Ye Ru has really stole the show this time. First, he won the championship three times, and then he was chosen by the Wenqu Star and appointed by a semi-saint. I'm afraid that only Brother Ye Ru can have such treatment in the whole world."
"Following Yip Tong-sheng has indeed brought benefits."
One person made the suggestion, which was met with enthusiastic agreement from the crowd.
"Ye Tongsheng, you must compose a poem today. The rest of us are not good enough. Since you have already stolen the show today, we don't care about this last one."
Zhao Qingfeng smiled, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, and said.
Lin Yanze clenched his fists, then relaxed them. At this moment, he was like a deflated balloon, no longer able to muster any courage to strike Ye Ru, and instead felt some regret.
Previously, the star of literature shone brightly, but it did not shine upon him, after all, he was different from Liu Juecheng.
"Indeed, the unique brilliance of the Wenqu Star is something that has never happened in a hundred years. Today, Ye Ru is not only a role model for scholars, but also received the personal endorsement of a semi-saint. This is a great joy for our Qingyun County. Ye Ru, you should leave behind your calligraphy to encourage future generations to take you as an example and study hard."
Everyone looked at Ye Ru with expectant eyes. If this kind of poem were copied and circulated, it would surely become an encouraging force and inspire people.
"Since everyone has so kindly invited me, I will write a poem to share with you all."
Many people stared at Ye Ru, who picked up the wolf-shaped brush, pondered for a moment, and then began to write on the Xuan paper.
The pen touched the paper, carrying a subtle air of talent; the sound of wind and thunder echoed across the paper, causing a look of shock to reappear on people's faces.
After all, Ye Ru's calligraphy practice has reached its peak through rigorous training. He only needs a catalyst to reach the second realm of calligraphy, where strokes are as strong as iron hooks and silver lines.
Moreover, he has now reached the level of a Xiucai (a scholar who passed the lowest level of the imperial examinations).
"Why is it that even in poverty one's way is not impoverished, and in times of chaos one is no different from in times of peace?"
"Although our home is in a war-torn land, we classmates always uphold the tradition of propriety and music."
"The bamboo shadows sway on the desk by the window, and the sound of the wild spring enters the inkstone."
"Young people work hard for a lifetime, so don't waste your time and energy."
This poem is a seven-character regulated verse by Du Xunhe, a poet of the late Tang Dynasty. Originally, it was meant to encourage his younger brother and nephew, but it was obviously inappropriate to use it now. So he changed his younger brother and nephew to classmates, which is more in line with the current situation.
Du Xunhe was a realist poet of the late Tang Dynasty. He advocated that poetry should inherit the elegant tradition and oppose extravagance. His poems were simple, natural, unpretentious, clear, fresh, and elegant.
He described himself as "a wandering poet, the poorest man in the world," having repeatedly failed the imperial examinations in his youth. He finally passed at the age of forty-six. His official career was unsuccessful and extremely miserable.
After the poem was completed, Ye Ru inscribed it with the title "Inscription for the Imperial Examination Literary Gathering".
As the last word falls, talent bursts forth from two feet, a poem of cultivating virtue.
"He truly deserves to be called a model of literary talent. Even a casual poem can have such profound meaning; it's simply a stroke of genius."
Mr. Liu exclaimed in admiration.
"A fine poem, which complements this literary gathering for the imperial examinations. The poem's admonition to scholars is sincere and earnest, with profound meaning. The first line is a heartfelt instruction: do not be afraid of hardship and tribulation when you are young, because only in this way can you lay the foundation for your lifelong career."
Mr. Wang nodded, a hint of appreciation appearing in his eyes.
"The most wonderful part is the last line, which is truly the finishing touch. It uses a warning tone to remind scholars not to waste their time in laziness. 'A little bit of effort' is extremely small, while 'a lifetime's work' is extremely large. However, the extremely large work is precisely the result of the accumulation of the extremely small things day by day. This poem also contains a subtle power of the sacred way."
Fang Zifeng also commented.
"The language of this poem is simple and easy to understand. There is not a single difficult word or phrase when reading the whole poem. It is extremely simple and unadorned, as if it flowed naturally from Ye Ru's heart without any trace of embellishment."
"If I was still a little unconvinced before, I am now completely convinced."
Liu Juecheng was now truly convinced.
"The statues of Confucius and other saints have started to glow."
Suddenly someone shouted, and everyone looked up. They saw that the statues of Confucius were emitting a radiant light, and the last two lines on the Xuan paper floated out and completely poured into the statues.
This strange change shocked everyone, as such an unusual phenomenon had never occurred before.
Ye Ru was also slightly startled. In modern terms, the last two sentences contained the philosophical principle that quantitative change leads to qualitative change.
Perhaps that sacred power is this philosophical principle.
A moment later, the statues of Confucius emitted another silver energy, which finally entered Ye Ru's body.
Although no one knew what this power was, it was enough to awe them.
After all, this power emanates from the statues of Confucius, so it has only benefits and no drawbacks.
Fang Zifeng still wanted Ye Ru's calligraphy, but since it had been absorbed by the statues of Confucius, they couldn't bring themselves to ask for it again. They could only cough and say loudly to the crowd:
"Today's imperial examination gathering has been very beneficial. A carp cannot become a dragon without leaping, and a roc cannot take flight without standing still. Ten years of hard study have led to this one chance. The imperial examination is in five days. I hope that everyone will strive to be among those who make the list!"
"it is good!"
Countless people cheered, and finally thunderous applause erupted. After this imperial examination literary gathering, their confidence in the imperial examination system had greatly increased.
After all, having been blessed by the God of Literature, their talents far surpassed those of candidates from other counties.
Ye Ru also gazed at Fang Zifeng and the others from afar, then raised his head, a look of determination appearing on his face. Finally, he clenched his fists, and a muttered voice echoed in his ears:
"Five days from now, my name, Ye Ru, will surely appear on the list of successful candidates in the imperial examinations!"