Zhui Xu

From the Mid-Autumn Festival, the night of the water singer was revealed by Xiao Xiao. In the past few days, Ning Yi has been sleeping at home to read books and ill, and when he was bored, he and Wu Xiaoxia’s Wuzi chess, today is still the first day. Come out, go to the school in the morning to take the class, in the afternoon to take the board that helped people to whiten, then buy some charcoal strips, all the way over here, just Qin Qin and Kang Xian both.

For the poetry, these things are used, and the psychological barriers are nothing. These poems that I know are placed in a very good strategic resource. If you can't help yourself in the future, you can do something to make a fuss, and add some fame. But it’s really meaningless to take it out at this time but to satisfy a little vanity.

This year’s literary talents, speaking and acting, quoted the classics. If you really want to have some reputation, you will have to be tested by others. The urgency of these places is that it is useless to recite the whole Tang poetry. Nowadays, such as the Analects, Several books, such as the university, can be explained in front of him. He can explain it in vernacular, and even have a lot of new ideas, but there is definitely no other talent. It is a bit early to throw out the words, but since things have already happened, it is indifferent to accept his character.

In his case, this problem is not big. It takes a slant and a correct approach, and the methods of solving it are ever-changing. The day before, Su Lao Taigong and Su Boyong and others called him and Su Taner to ask him in the past. He arbitrarily swears a few words. This sentence is not written by himself. Who knows that Yin is wrong... Su Lao Tai saw him for a long time. Then, just smiled: "The matter is here, the secrets are available to the outside world..." The old man is very smart, and the two believe in the letter and the unbelief, but if he is really a big talent, the position of the Su family is also awkward. Everyone is actually guessing and guessing.

When a talented person is now so comfortable, don’t have to do too much, don’t have to be responsible, people don’t have much expectation for you, so there is no pressure, and the old man also cares. This kind of life wants to get rid of it. Silly hat. It’s hard to relax for a few months. Before there is nothing big, the identity of entering the country is determined to stay away. He thought so in his heart, but he also found it interesting, but if he said it to others, he would not even believe him.

Within a few days, there must be rumors outside, and I can probably guess what it is like, but when Xiao Xiao told him about the water-stopping poetry, he was shocked by the name Kang Xian, and finally he was inevitably Dumbfounded. I used to know that this old man is not simple, just did not expect such a big name.

After a few days of rest and rest, things were temporarily forgotten and returned to normal life. However, when I was lectured this morning, I was found in the Yushan Academy. The people who came to be reprimanded by Kang Lao and the other scribes were actually apologizing.

In a certain sense, in the poetry meeting, Kang Xian was reprimanded by a few words. The name of the literati of Xunzi Xing was actually lost in seven or eighty-eight. This is really an innocent disaster. However, Kang Xian still cherished his talents. When he left, he talked to him alone. He taught me that he would find a time to apologize. Once he passed out, he would be able to achieve some of his good name. After all, he was guilty and wrong. Being able to change these can also be regarded as a kind of good name.

There is a picture over there, and Ning Yi has also cooperated a little bit to perform a show of sympathy. As for inviting him to go to a certain school in the evening to participate in the school gathering, he just pushed it away, and then with those talented people. What kind of goodbye, come out and take the whiteboard with the paint.

"Zi Xing this person, the virtues are still good, although the students are not top-notch, but they are also among the best." Kang Xian said with such a smile, "It’s just that your water song is really good, this word one Out, I am afraid that in the next few years, the Qinhuai Mid-Autumn Festival, no one is good to do the sacred words again. I really can't think of it, you have no such talents.

"I have said that I don't understand poetry." Ning Yi took a sip of tea. "When I was young, there was a ruined priest who passed by the house and smashed the first word, so I wrote down, that's it... ”

He also said this with the old man. At this time, Qin Laoda laughed: "You are afraid that the three-year-old child will not believe it."

Kang Xian also said: "This person is too lazy, you need to be beaten... It’s just the name of a talented person. It seems to be quite easy to use. It’s just that the woman’s looks are good, and I’m going with you all the way. If you can make a marriage, haha, kid, you have to be grateful to the old man..."

Ning Yi’s identity, and wanting to soak a girl, is really not a simple matter. Kang Xian is also a narrow and ridiculous one. Ning Yi said the things that saved people before the Mid-Autumn Festival, and then they understood the ins and outs of things. At this point, the two players have finished the game. The three people sat on the side of the rest. Qin Lao picked up the teacup and nodded. Instead, he was interested in another thing: "Write? So, you want to write on the whiteboard with charcoal, used on the school. ?"

"Well, the sand table can write too few words at a time, and it is really troublesome to use. After all, it is better to write it in such a way that it is convenient and intuitive."

As far as teaching is concerned, at this time, all the classes are written in sandpaper. Often, a word is written, and the sand table is to be flattened. The gentleman only demonstrates the font writing method for the students. Most of the knowledge is dictated, and students are required to concentrate on the gentleman's speech. After the husband finishes speaking, he can also try his best to write down the handouts. If it is not a particularly intelligent or particularly conscious student, he wants to keep up with it. The progress of teaching is actually quite difficult.

Of course, for those of Qin Laokang, such teaching methods have lasted for thousands of years, and naturally they will not feel that there is anything wrong with them. Learning is a matter of superiors. If you want to be a superior, you don’t want to suffer hard. Here is a test. Qin Lao picked up a charcoal strip and stroked it on the whiteboard, then frowned.

“The sand table is soft, and the branches are written on it. The same as the brush technique, the charcoal is very difficult to write. This is a modification, and there is nothing wrong with it.”

Fang Nie Yunzhu only pays attention to the words written. The angle of Qin’s old things is different. Only two strokes have raised objections. As a gentleman, he does not write in the brushwork technique. This is a big or small thing. Then Kang Lao also came over and tried it, frowning and said: "This matter needs to be cautious." If Ning Yi is his disciple, maybe he has to put it on a meal, pointing out the matter with a stern drink. The seriousness.

They were so worried that Ning Yi could understand it. At this time, he smiled and took a charcoal strip. "The problem is not big. The writing is for temperament. Besides, these fonts and brush fonts are actually somewhat Commonplace, if it is only used for recording, it can be put a little wider, it can be regarded as ... more than one angle."

After he finished this, he reached out and wrote on it, "red crisp hand, yellow vine wine, two yellow 鹂 翠 翠 翠", this sentence is the pattern of the script, and later became a lishu, "outside the pavilion, the ancient roadside, a line of egrets Qingtian."

After writing these two lines, the font changes to Song: "Three mountains and a half."

The Song character has not appeared yet, and Qin Lao and Kang Lao looked at each other. Just to explain this kind of problem, this is a way to have a little impact. Ning Yi used to talk about business sales products, and he also likes to have enough impact in the plain. The next line turns into a beautiful and elegant one. Gold body: "The second water is divided into Bailuzhou."

Then turn to the cursive book: "There are beautiful people in the northwest, self-hanging southeast branches."

Then slanting the black body: "To be a thousand miles, self-hanging southeast branches."

That whiteboard is so big, so after writing it, put away the charcoal strip: "How?" Qin Lao and Kang Lao have already laughed out.

"The word is really eye-catching, the poetry is really swearing..."

"Insulting, can be annoying..."

"You are too lazy, oh, what are these poems..."

The mouth was talking like this, but the eyes of the two did not leave the white wooden board, and occasionally read it out in the mouth, but also commented.

"There are beautiful people in the northwest... I really don't learn anything. It's clear that there are beautiful people in the north, peerless and independent. This song comes from Han Shu, and then picks up the southeast branch. Oh, do you think that the northwest is rhyming to the southeast..."

"Kang Lao is really wise."

"If you are my disciple, you must ask someone to take you with a stick. You should also spread the graffiti to the sages. If you want to be a poor man, you still have to hang on to the southeast branch. You are not afraid that the king will turn to the ghost to find you! Self-hanging southeast branches, this peacock is also unlucky to fly southeast, but the southeast branch is tricking you."

"Haha, just one day suddenly I feel ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If the poetry is so pieced together, or do not have a flavor, Kang Lao does not feel it? There are beautiful people in the northwest, self-hanging southeast branches. Hanging southeast branches. Empty mountains do not see people, self-hanging southeast branches. Ancient sages are lonely, only self-hanging southeast branches. Life has no death since ancient times, it is better to hang the southeast branch..."

Kang Lao shook his head: "The matter involves the sages, it must be rigorous." In the words, there is a bit of funny, but there is also some alertness, while the other side of Qin is watching other things, this time said a sentence "When is there a few months in the moon?" Kang Lao said: "They have to hang up the southeast branch..." and laughed.

Then Qin Lao took the charcoal strip and pointed to the first few sentences: "It is also patchwork, but I don't know where it is. I want to come, but Liheng is old, huh, huh, red and crisp, yellow vine wine... the back is not good, this Two Huang Weiming Cui Liu, a line of egrets on the blue sky should be a sentence ... and the three mountains and half off the green sky, the two waters divided the Egret Island ... good mood, when it is another poem ..."

He circled these words with charcoal strips, and isolated the "red crisp hand, yellow vine wine" and "the outside of the pavilion, the ancient road side", looked a little and drew a picture in the middle, and felt that these two sentences should also be Not a song, Kang Xian also nodded: "It is two." Then look at Ning Yi. Ning Yi is somewhat admired. If he saw these twelve words in this situation, he might know that they are the sentences in a poem. After all, the neatness is still quite neat, and the words are generally long. Enough to do some of these transitions. These twelve words are not very good, but the two of them are just by instinct, they will open the two.

"This is four poems. I don't know if there is a whole poem, or is it a remnant sentence?" Qin Laochao Ning Yi looked at it and asked.

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