Tracing China: Through history, dialogue between ancient and modern

Chapter 294 What Should Come Is Still Coming
"Old ancestor, please allow me to write another poem by Hongli." In the imperial study, Qianlong looked devout.

unknown.

I thought this was a certain master from the Tang and Song Dynasties, and there would be a famous sentence passed down to you through the ages!
Huang Taiji's face darkened, "Hongli, isn't it necessary?"

I'm afraid he really wants to say, Hongli, you call yourself the old man Shiquan, and you are all martial arts, why should you be obsessed with literary talent?
Besides, your literary talent is really, a bit unbearable to look directly at.

"The old ancestor, who was not talented in Hongli, wrote more than [-] poems in his life, and the poems accompany me throughout my life. It can be said that he can't spit out fast."

Qianlong's stubborn temper came up, and the three cows could not be pulled back.

Huang Taiji could only say, "Hongli, you, the poems you write, remember to have a deeper artistic conception, don't be laughed at by future generations."

For a while, Emperor Qianlong once again became the focus of the crowd.

However, looking at the atmosphere of this scene, it seems that few people are optimistic about him.

To be honest, Emperor Qianlong's poems are mostly straight doggerel, with few two points, and many sentences are far-fetched.

Many even try to make up the number of words for the sake of mediocrity.

"Have it!"

"This poem is named after the repeated characters, and it fits the scene together, and echoes us and all the emperors of the Qing Dynasty gathered together."

Emperor Qianlong expressed his feelings.

Lin Feng frowned, thinking, this old man Shiquan couldn't really compose a soul-stirring poem, could he?
"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, eighty, ninety pieces."

"Thousands of pieces, thousands of pieces, countless pieces, fall to the dust and disappear."

Lin Feng was stunned.

It's time to come, is it still coming?
Look at the looks of the many emperors again.

Huang Taiji's face turned dark.

Shunzhi's mouth twitched.

Kangxi covered his face, as if he had no face to face people.

Yongzheng's sudden eyebrows could pinch a fly to death.

Jiaqing smiled wryly.

Daoguang lost his face.

……

On the modern Internet, the audience was even more excited, with countless bullet screens flying across the screen, like frying pans.

"Lord Qianlong, this poem doesn't seem to work well!"

"Who said that? It's all in the textbook, okay?"

"But isn't this for immature children?"

"I can tell you in charge that the poems of Tang and Song writers are included in the course textbooks; the poems of Emperor Qianlong are also included in the textbooks; so Emperor Qianlong is about equal to Tang and Song writers, is there anything wrong?"

"Hey, if I were Nurhachi, I would be so angry that I would vomit blood."

"Look at Yongzheng's expression, it seems to be saying, I, Yinzhen, what happened to this?"

"Emperor Qianlong's brain circuit is a bit big."

"I can't figure it out either. How can such a poem make his expression so happy?"

"No, no, this is not the "full of knowledge" Lord Qianlong we know."

There is actually nothing wrong with everyone's discussion. After all, Emperor Qianlong loves to write poems, and everyone knows it.

There are many literati and scholars in history. After all, there was an imperial examination system in ancient times. If children from poor families wanted to change their fate, they had to study hard.Even the princes and princesses who come from royal families have to be full of poetic and literary spirit, otherwise, when they grow up, it will be difficult for them to become grand. Although they don't need to be as talented as the number one scholar, they still have to have broad knowledge and different insights. .

In addition, in the palace, the courtiers still dare not comment on how well the princes have learned in their studies. This will cause the princes to think that they have a high literary talent, but they don't know their little ink. Children are not necessarily comparable.

Emperor Qianlong is a typical example, and his positioning of his literary talent is quite inaccurate.

Qianlong liked to do two things when he had nothing to do. One was to go out of the palace to play in the world, and the other was to write poems.

How much did Qianlong love to write poetry?

It is said that Qianlong wrote more than 4 poems in his life. What kind of concept is this?

During the Tang Dynasty, there were poets everywhere, but the total number of poems added up was only more than 4. However, the total number of poems written by Qianlong in his lifetime was equivalent to the sum of poems written by thousands of poets.

Just a lot of quantity does not mean high quality.

Otherwise, among the more than 4 poems written by Qianlong, not only one of them will be included in the textbooks, and the selected ones will still be in elementary school textbooks.Everyone must have memorized this poem, and its name is "Flying Snow": one piece after another, two pieces, three pieces, four pieces, five pieces.Six pieces, seven pieces, eighty-nine pieces, all of which flew into the reed flowers and disappeared.

Such a poem does not have any knowledge and technical content.

It is said that when Qianlong wrote this poem, it was snowing heavily outside, and Qianlong only wrote it because of his feelings, but he got stuck in the last sentence.Seeing that Qianlong was thinking hard and couldn't make the last sentence, Ji Xiaolan hurriedly made a rescue, and said the last sentence that flew into the reeds and disappeared.

It has to be said that Qianlong loved poetry, and it is true that he loved to write poetry, but it is also true that Qianlong's lack of literary talent is true. Qian Zhongshu once commented that Qianlong's poetry was procrastinated and disgusting.

in the lens.

Emperor Qianlong was still complacent about it!

His grandfather was the first to see it. Emperor Kangxi stepped forward, "Mr. Lin, why don't I recite a poem?"

Hearing this, Jiaqing, Daoguang and others breathed a sigh of relief.

Even Pu Yi, who was wearing presbyopic glasses, was bright in the eyes. Emperor Qianlong's literary talent was not good, but Emperor Kangxi was not bad.

Lin Feng said, "Senior, please!"

Kangxi said modestly, "There is no need to pass it on to future generations. After all, I am not a master of Tang and Song Dynasties, nor do I specialize in poetry and poetry. My whole life is mainly about managing the country, the country, and the people's livelihood..."

This is a little taste of a generation of kings.

"Grandfather, Hongli..." Qianlong wanted to speak, but was stopped by Kangxi's stern eyes, and he forcibly suppressed the words that came to his mouth.

Huang Taiji then nodded and said, "Xuan Ye, let's start!"

"Respect."

Kangxi paced back and forth, and soon his eyebrows parted, and then he said in a voice:
Graceful and graceful, with green leaves and long leaves,

When the wind comes, it is difficult to hide the fragrance in the valley.

Don't be admired because of lassitude,
Even if there is no one, I will be fragrant.

Lin Feng nodded lightly. The main idea of ​​this poem is:

The graceful posture of the orchid is set against the slender green leaves.When the breeze blows, it is difficult to cover the fragrance in the deep valley.Even if no one picks it up and uses it as an ornament, it still exudes fragrance freely.The author expresses his aspirations through things, and uses orchids not to be picked by others, but to let themselves go quietly, as a metaphor for maintaining a noble sentiment without asking for appreciation.

"Mr. Lin, is this imperial poem acceptable?" Kangxi asked.

"Senior, the poems are not bad, but you are a generation of great emperors, can you be more soul-stirring?" Lin Feng said.

"it is good!"

Kangxi didn't hide anything, and said directly, "When I went to Chenghai Tower, I wrote a poem, you can see if you can."

Dangerous buildings thousands of feet overwhelm the floods, and the clouds and rosy clouds enter the misty.

It is the leader who handles hundreds of rivers, and travels to and from all countries with ladders.

The waves are rolling, the universe is big, the stars are shining, the sun and the moon are shining.

Where is the Penghu in Langyuan?How can you be greedy for Han and Wu to find God's prescription?

As Emperor Kangxi recited, Lin Feng also slightly closed his eyes, feeling the passionate artistic conception of the poems.

The precipitous Shanhaiguan city tower stands tall on the desolate land, overlooking the vast ocean.

Looking far and wide, the water and the sky are the same color, and the clouds connect to the vast sea.The sea here swallows hundreds of rivers.

The nations that come to the DPRK can sail from here.

The waves are rolling, making people feel the size of the universe.

The stars in the night sky are shining brightly, shining with cool brilliance.

Where is Penglai Wonderland?There is no need to search for it like Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty.

It seemed that thoughts came to his mind, but Emperor Kangxi didn't listen, and continued to use "Chenghai Tower" as the title.

While pacing in the main hall of the Imperial Study Room, he continued to sing:
The tallest building in the Zhulan Painting Building, the sea is beautiful and the sky is full of everything.

The fish and dragons on the bottom of the sea should change, and the clouds and rain in the sky will evaporate and float every time.

Without waves, there is no full tidal potential. This day is really a trip to Guanghan.

It's not my intention for the celestial guest to catch Ao, but it is envious of Anliu with the curtain.

……

This third poem is obviously more in line with the life of Emperor Kangxi.

It is described in the poem that on the tallest building in the carved beams and painted buildings in Shanhaiguan, I leaned on the Zhulan and saw the sea and sky in one color, and the atmosphere is myriad.

Dragons and fish jump under the sea, and clouds and mists are transpiring in the sky.If there are no turbulent waves, there will be no momentum of the tide.

On this day, I really became a free Aoyou.It is not my original intention to live an extraterrestrial life like a fairy fishing for fish.

Looking down at the window, I just admire the peace in the world, the weather is smooth, and the people live a peaceful life.

Eh!
Lin Feng sighed, Lord Qianlong, your grandpa Kangxi's literary talent is more than one step higher than yours!

"Xuan Ye, your poems are really brilliant. When you read them, there is a natural artistic conception." Huang Taiji commented.

"Xuanye, you are extraordinary!" Nurhachi simply praised.

"The two capitals are fascinating..." Emperor Shunzhi couldn't help but praise his son.

This is a compliment from the ancestors.

But Emperor Qianlong was dumbfounded, what's going on?Grandpa he just read three poems.

And I, Hongli, wrote and read, and wrote seven poems in a row!

why?
You praise Grandfather Shengzu, but turn a deaf ear to me, Hongli?
God, it's not fair!

Anyone can see that the face of Emperor Qianlong is full of the words "not reconciled".

Lin Feng could understand that, after all, Emperor Qianlong had to compare himself with his ancestor Kangxi in everything in his life, and he was not so competitive.

"My poems are very simple!"

"Only one sentence."

"How many ways you come, I will only go all the way."

Nurhachi suddenly spoke domineeringly, without a word of nonsense, with a domineering expression.

This is what Nurhachi shouted during the Battle of Sarhu.

At that time, the two sides confronted each other in the Saerhu (now east of Fushun, Liaoning) mountains. When Nurha used juniper to send troops to attack Jiefan, he attacked the Ming army in Saerhu. The Ming army was defeated. Death, praise yourself: "I have been among thousands of troops since I was young. I broke in alone, bows and arrows meet, weapons meet, and I don't know how many times I have fought fiercely."

Starting from the 11th year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty, the thirteenth lieutenant of the left armor set up an army, took Tulun, went down to Barda, killed Nikanwailan, defeated nine coalition forces with [-] troops, and unified the Jianzhou Jurchen tribe within ten years.

Afterwards, Huang Taiji, Yongzheng, Jiaqing and others spoke one after another and wrote poems one after another.

The most unexpected is Yongzheng.

This Yinzhen, who had been in power for 13 years and vomited blood exhaustedly in the position of emperor, actually wrote a good poem.

"Weifang Fengqiao is late, and you can see Huqiu leisurely. The clouds and shadows on the pagoda mark are straight, and the sound of the rain is quiet. The monk's house is the bamboo, and the fisherman is separated by the boat. The vast Wuyue affairs are all paid to the east."

Although this poem is not as good as Prime Minister Cao, who "narrowed the emperor to order the princes", it still has the charm of a generation of heroes.

(End of this chapter)