Chapter 190: Literati like to express their thoughts through objects
The setting sun and the lone wild goose fly together; the autumn water and the sky are the same color.
The mountains and rivers are difficult to cross, who will pity the lost? We are all strangers in a foreign land.
As you grow older, you will become stronger. Will you change your mind when you are old? As you grow poorer, you will become more resolute. You will never lose your ambition to reach the top.
Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng is the best parallel prose in history.
As a native of Jiangxi Province, Lin Ye naturally knew this article from his textbooks. When he was in school, he hated Wang Bo so much that he racked his brains trying to memorize this article.
Because of this parallel prose, Tengwang Pavilion became one of the four famous towers in the south of the Yangtze River. Anyone who travels to Yuzhang will definitely visit Tengwang Pavilion.
Standing under the Pavilion of Prince Teng, Lin Ye was not in a hurry to go in. According to the description of the Pavilion of Prince Teng by the Yuzhang City Appraisal Institute, there was a sealed realm inside the Pavilion of Prince Teng.
There is nothing wrong with ordinary people stepping into Tengwang Pavilion, but if an extraordinary person steps into Tengwang Pavilion, he will enter a sealed realm, but there is also a time limit.
From Chenshi to Youshi every day, entering Tengwang Pavilion outside of this period is the same as entering by ordinary people, and this sealed place will not be activated.
In addition, the danger level of the sealed realm of Tengwang Pavilion is not high, it is only the lowest level F.
This is a very interesting sealed realm. The first hurdle for those who enter is a literary test. They have to write an essay first. After passing the test, they have to write three poems with given topics. Only when the person who sets the questions is satisfied can they be considered to have passed the first hurdle.
And this first level alone is enough to stop 90% of the aliens.
After all, all the extraordinary people are busy practicing, so they don't have time to study articles and poems, let alone write them in classical Chinese. According to the records of Yuzhang City Appraisal Institute, there have been a total of 68 extraordinary consultants from all over the country, and none of them passed the first level.
As for non-consultant aliens, it is impossible to count whether any of them have passed the first level.
The strangers who have passed the test will not make it public.
In the circle of extraordinary people, there have been discussions about the sealed realm of Tengwang Pavilion, and finally everyone came to a conclusion that this is a rather special sealed realm. It is very likely that this sealed realm was not left by the predecessors of practitioners, but was the result of the many literati who came to Tengwang Pavilion to mourn and remember Wang Bo for thousands of years. The accumulated literary energy condensed into this sealed realm.
Even if one really makes it through, the benefits one might get would have nothing to do with cultivation. As a result, fewer and fewer strangers are coming to this sealed realm.
Chen time.
The sun rises.
Lin Ye stepped into Tengwang Pavilion on time.
The moment he stepped into the first floor of Tengwang Pavilion, the scenery around Lin Ye changed.
The Pavilion of Prince Teng is still the same Pavilion of Prince Teng, but the building has become more ancient and has a more vicissitudes of life feel, and some subtle details of the building are also different.
"Young Master, you are here to attend Governor Yan's literary poetry gathering, right?"
Inside the building, a middle-aged man who looked like a butler came over and bowed to Lin Ye: "The governor has ordered that all students can participate in this literary poetry meeting, but they must pass three levels. Sir, please follow me."
Led by the butler, Lin Ye was brought to a side hall. There was a desk in the hall with paper and pen on it. A servant was standing beside it grinding ink.
Opposite the desk, sat an old man in Confucian robes.
"As long as you can write an article that satisfies Old Qin, you will have passed the first hurdle. This article will focus on the content of the governor's reconstruction of the Tengwang Pavilion."
"good."
Lin Ye walked to the desk confidently, but did not pick up the pen. The next moment, he appeared in another world.
In terms of literary talent, among the people he knew, it seemed that only An Zisheng had the best literary talent .
Write a letter and send it to the capital.
"It has been a long time since we last met, and I miss you very much. Today, I am planning to build a loft on the bank of the Sanjiang River outside Shangyang City. I know that you are a talented writer, so I would like to ask you to write an article..."
The general meaning was, I want to build a attic, and knowing that you are a good writer, you should write me an article and three poems to praise this building, and then give a general description of the situation of Tengwang Pavilion. Lin Ye then asked Xu Bo to send the letter to the capital.
After choosing to idle for seven days, Lin Ye did not return to the real world, but came to the idle time and space between the real world and the alternate world. With a thought, he returned to the alternate world.
Seven days had passed, and Xu Bo also delivered An Zisheng's reply.
Lin Ye picked it up and read it. It was very well written. He slightly modified some of the place names. He did have some literary skills.
After finishing all this, Lin Ye returned to the real world and began to write furiously.
In just a few minutes, an article is written.
"Please give me some advice, sir."
Fortunately, in the other world he was in, he gave himself the task of learning calligraphy. The calligraphy was so elegant and graceful that Old Qin smiled when he glanced at the words.
"Young Master, please go up to the second floor."
Old Qin made a gesture to invite Lin Ye, and Lin Ye turned and walked towards the second floor. Old Qin took a brush and wrote the word "甲" on the right side of the rice paper where Lin Ye wrote the article, and then put the article on the left side where there were only a few sheets of rice paper.
Second floor!
There is also an old man sitting at the same desk, but standing at the railing on the second floor, he can see the river outside. Not to mention that he can see the beautiful scenery of the entire Yuzhang, but at least he can see all the nearby scenery.
"Young Master, you can go to the second floor, I think you have written a brilliant article, but for a scholar, writing is indispensable to poetry. This level I am testing is poetry. Young Master, you can write three poems based on the scenery you see. As long as one of them can be rated as Grade B, you will pass the test."
"good."
Lin Ye nodded. A consultant from the appraisal institute had tried to cheat at this level. Because the era corresponding to this sealed realm was the Tang Dynasty, they wanted to use poems about the Pavilion of Prince Teng written by literati after the Tang Dynasty to make up the number, but in the end they were all judged as plagiarism.
In other words, articles from the Tang Dynasty or later in this world are not acceptable, they have to be original.
The one from another world is original.
Lin Ye rewrote the three poems written by An Zisheng and handed them to the old man. When the old man read the first poem, he just nodded slightly, but when he saw the second poem, his expression changed. He stood up from the chair and began to look at Lin Ye.
"Young Master, are you from the capital?"
"I guess so." Lin Ye answered ambiguously.
The old man continued to read the third poem. After he finished reading it, he bowed respectfully to Lin Ye and said, "Please go up to the third floor, sir."
Lin Ye also knew the reason for the change in the old man's attitude. The root cause was that in the second poem written by An Zisheng, he used objects to express his ambition .
Alas, scholars like to play these.
Moreover, when it comes to writing poetry, the type of poem that expresses one's thoughts through objects often depends on one's position and level.
The Emperor of Qin and the Emperor of Han were slightly inferior in literary talent, and the Emperors of Tang and Song were slightly inferior in style...
Ordinary writers naturally cannot write words like this.
After passing the test of writing and poetry, Lin Ye strode up to the third floor with the old man's respectful gaze.
There were about ten guests sitting on the third floor . However, as soon as Lin Ye went upstairs, his eyes were attracted by a young man sitting in the corner, and he couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.
There was no way, the bright green light on this person was almost blinding his eyes.
Lin Ye was a little excited: "King... King..."
