The rise of the poor

Chapter 211 The urge to slap the face
Everyone concentrating on conceiving and splashing 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 to everyone, and from time to time a poem was passed to the front table. There are two or three excellent works that have been affirmed by the big guys.

"bamboo"

In front of the steps, the bamboos are old and green, but they like to grow ten thousand poles all the year round.

The most important thing is to keep an open mind and stay strong, and don't know the cold after a long period of wind and rain.

Guo Ziyu's "Bamboo" poem was also passed on, and it was also affirmed by the boss at the first table, which made him a little complacent. Looking around, he saw that Zhu Ping'an, the last table, still hadn't written a single word, and he couldn't help feeling that this was a godsend opportunity .

So, Guo Ziyu, like the other participants who were chatting around the table, took a glass of wine and slowly came to Zhu Ping'an's table, exchanged greetings, exchanged poems, and drank a glass with everyone in the last seat.

Then, Guo Ziyu seemed to suddenly find the blank sheet of paper in front of Zhu Pingan, and he said in artificial surprise:
"Brother Zhu Xian is known for his talent, why hasn't he written yet?"

Guo Ziyu's astonishment attracted people from several tables nearby. Everyone had written poems. Although not all of them were affirmed by the head boss, they were not bad either.At this moment, I heard that someone hasn't written it yet, so I can't help turning around curiously.

The last seat at the bottom, a young genius comparable to Mr. Yang Ge
But at this moment, there is no word written, is it to attract everyone's attention?Or in vain?
Then everyone can't help but have some ideas of their own.

"Zhu Xiandi comes from a mountain village, and there are many pine, bamboo and plum trees on the mountain, but the good poems you usually write are too confusing?"

Guo Ziyu pretended to speak for Zhu Pingan again, and inadvertently revealed the details of Zhu Pingan's origin from the mountain village.

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

In ancient times, people attached great importance to family status and birth.You are a farmer's son, and he is from a scholarly family, so in the eyes of outsiders, he must value the scholarly family more.In their eyes, people from a scholarly family can receive better education, and they can cultivate better children.As for those children from rich families, they can get access to better education.The so-called carp jumping over the dragon's gate is something that can be encountered but not sought after.

So when everyone knew that Zhu Ping'an came from a poor family, apart from some admiration, most of them were strange, a boy from a poor family.It doesn't matter how much development you can have without money.

No words were written at the moment, and thinking that he was the last one to win the exam this time, everyone had to be a little suspicious.During the township 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 one of the important factors.

Zhu Pingan looked at Guo Ziyu who was standing beside him, and looked at his provocative and contemptuous face
I don't know why some people always look down on me?
jealous?

If you put it normally, 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 there was an urge to slap my face.

Excuse me.Who told you to rush over here, just because I can't vent some of my emotions.

When writing poetry, I 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 "belong" to me 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 finally got this opportunity, how can I let you succeed.Guo Ziyu thought so in his heart.

"Brother Zhu Xian, don't be modest. If you say you are ashamed of yourself in the 13-year-old Zhongju, don't we want to find a crooked neck tree and hang it on the southeast branch." Guo Ziyu reached out and nodded to everyone and himself, shaking his head and laughing.

"That's right." Guo Ziyu's words echoed the good-natured people.

"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 is not only for Zhu Pingan to write a poem, but for Zhu Pingan to write at least several poems.

Under the leadership of Guo Ziyu, there are more people doing good deeds, and there are more booing noises.

Zhu Pingan looked at Guo Ziyu and said, "I really think I can't write it. I can write dozens of poems about bamboo, pine and plum in a minute. Believe it or not?"

is what you want.

Under Guo Ziyu's repeated urging, Zhu Pingan took the pen and paper, and wrote amidst the roar of the crowd:
"bamboo"

Stick to the green hills and don't let go, the roots are originally in the broken rocks;
Chima Manto, Nishi-North-South-North.

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 upright and breaking the rock, it seemed to be responding to himself that he came from a poor family in a mountain village.

After thousands of blows, let Er wind from east to west, north and south, almost mirroring himself!
However, this is just my own understanding, because no matter who reads this poem, it is full of firmness, tenacity, and strong character
"Okay, little brother Zhu Xian is sure enough that if he doesn't sing, he will become a blockbuster." A Juren at the same table was full of praise and admiration for Zhu Ping'an's "Bamboo".

Clinging firmly to the green hills and never letting go, the bamboo roots are rooted in the broken rocks.Stand strong no matter where the wind blows from.

This kind of artistic conception makes people feel full of energy when they think about it!

"This poem is very powerful, comparable to Yu Gong's "Lime Yin"!"

The surrounding area is full of talented people. After reading Zhu Ping'an's poem, I admire it very much. As for Cao Jieyuan's "Bamboo" just now, it pales in comparison.

Hearing the admiration of the people around him, Guo Ziyu felt his face was hot, but at this time he was on the verge of riding a tiger, and couldn't help but flinch, so he had to force himself to boast, and urged again.

"It's wonderful, it's beyond words. This one is just so breathtaking. Wouldn't the other poems that Zhu Xiandi had a hard time choosing be even more wonderful? Let's share the good essays. Zhu Xiandi must not be stingy and keep the good essays for himself."

I admit that your song is very good, but I don't believe you can make a song comparable to this one!Guo Ziyu thought to himself.

Zhu Pingan took a look at Guo Ziyu, and then took up his pen to write again.

If you don’t believe me, then I’m sorry to disappoint you, who made me feel so unhappy, you are still rushing!

"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, the people around were all dumbfounded, full of respect for the young man in the last seat.

This poem sweeps away the wind of chanting bamboo and praising bamboo and praising bamboo, and finds another way. No, it can be said to be written with emotion.

Directly sublimated to a realm!
From bamboo to love, it has risen to the state of worrying about the worries of the world beforehand!
The previous poem can be said to be the best in the audience in terms of the strength of the bamboo, but this one has risen to the realm of people's livelihood and suffering. Everyone will talk about worrying about the world's worries, but how to do it?Among all the bamboo-chanting poems, this poem can be said to be ground-breaking.

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

Someone sighed like this.

Guo Ziyu was already dumbfounded at this time, and was stunned on the spot!The face is red and the ears are hot!How can you really write it out!
(End of this chapter)