The ultimate version of ‘Silent Night Thoughts’ comes out!
Zhu Pingan pulled the corner of his mouth, arched his hand towards Meng Chong and said, “Please help me prepare the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.”
“Oh, pretending …… Poetry Immortal’s classic is also something that can be changed casually? Also prepare pen, ink, paper and ink stone? Unconscionable, dying to struggle ……”
The big red flying fish suit brocade guard sniffed, scoffed at Zhu Pingan, and his voice wasn’t lowered much, his voice line as harsh and unpleasant as a jackal. Hehe, you Zhu Pingan are a fat pig on the chopping board, no more turning over, what else do I care about you.
“Ai, look at this memory of the miscellaneous family, it really deserves to be beaten. If it wasn’t for the reminder of Lord Xiao Zhu, I almost forgot about the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Quickly, the few of you quickly prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstones for Lord Xiao Zhu.”
Meng Chong said as he reached out and smacked himself, directing the small eunuchs following him to give Zhu Pingan a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
The pen, ink, paper and inkstones were just set up, Zhu Pingan lifted his brush and dipped it in the ink and headed for the rice paper.
“Alas ……”
Meng Chong saw Zhu Pingan put up his pen to write without even thinking about it, and couldn’t help but let out a sigh of surprise, this pen down is also too hasty.
Zhu Pingan looked up at Meng Chong.
“Little Lord Zhu don’t you even think about it before you put pen to paper?”Meng Chong could not help but remind Zhu Pingan.
The large red flying fish suit brocade guard on the side laughed, Zhu Pingan was about to give up on himself and give up on his treatment, right?
“Didn’t Eunuch Meng say that His Holiness is still waiting for his orders to be resumed, His Holiness’ time is precious, how could Ping An dare to keep His Holiness waiting.”
Zhu Pingan smiled faintly and whispered back.
After saying, ignoring the frothing Meng Chong and others, Zhu Pingan directly dropped his pen on the rice paper and wrote furiously.
Apart from dipping into the ink a few times in the middle, the brush in Zhu Pingan’s hand never stopped.
“Heaven’s sins can be forgiven; but self-inflicted sins cannot be lived. Eunuch Meng, he wants to make his own death, what are you stopping him for? You also can’t stop ah …..”The Big Red Flying Fish Suit Brocade Guard came over to Meng Chong’s side and sarcastically satirised Zhu Pingan in a mute voice.
However, before he could finish his sarcastic words, Zhu Pingan in the middle of the cell had already finished collecting his pen.
“Please ask Eunuch Meng to present it to His Majesty.”Zhu Pingan collected his pen and arched his hand towards Meng Chong, interrupting the sarcasm of the big red flying fish suit brocade guard.
Ha?
This is finished writing?
Meng Chong was stunned and did not react for a while, even though he had watched Zhu Pingan write it with his own eyes, he still could not believe his eyes and could not accept this fact.
How long has it been? Let alone a tea time, this tea hasn’t even been poured yet, right?
Meng Chong subconsciously glanced at the timing sandalwood and found that the sandalwood had only just been lit to a degree.
The big red flying fish suit brocade guard also stayed dumbfounded, Damn, I haven’t finished speaking, you finished writing a poem? But soon he came back from the stunned, down pulled the corner of the mouth taunted up, “hum, haphazardly, self-abandonment, so quickly written out of the poem can look, presented, will not pollute the eyes of the emperor?!”
In fact, not only is the big red flying fish suit jin yiwei one person think so, present as long as literate, almost all think so.
Silent Night Thoughts was a classic poem by the poet Li Bai, and Zhu Pingan had finished revising it so quickly, so the quality could be imagined.
Including Meng Chong himself, he thought the same.
Although Zhu Pingan has the Ming Dynasty’s youngest Scholarship Lang, the Saint before the prelude to the green words and other works also called the Emperor’s heart, but now to modify the Poetry Immortal Li Bai’s masterpiece, “Silent Night Thoughts,” ah, Zhu Pingan is still so fast to finish writing?
The writing can be good?
Meng Chong held a sceptical gaze and dropped his eyes on Zhu Pingan’s written “Silent Night Thoughts”, not having any expectations in his heart.
“Silent Night Thoughts.”
Three words came into Meng Chong’s eyes, well, not to mention, the writing is quite good, the dragon flies, the force penetrates the paper, the scholar is really a good hand.
Further down, the first line of the poem jumped into Meng Chong’s eyes: “The light of the moon in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.”
Hey, this line of the scholar has made changes, Meng Chong remembers very clearly, the original is “the bright moon in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground.”
Meng Chong also has a base, although not compared with the class, but still has a certain appreciation.
This sentence was changed by Scholar Lang, more catchy than the original, the original “look at the moonlight in front of the bed” in the middle of a verb, read the tone will be unconsciously pause, some stagnation, but by Scholar Lang changed to “the bright moonlight in front of the bed”, read theBut after Scholar Lang changed it to “light of the moon before the bed”, it was much more catchy. Meng Chong estimated that there must be something deeper, just because of his own limited literary skills, can not see, but catchy this is an indisputable fact.
It seems like it’s really changed?
After reading these first two lines, Meng Chong couldn’t help but look up at Zhu Pingan, wanting to see if Zhu Pingan had grown an extra head, and in such a short period of time, was actually able to modify the Poetry Immortal’s verses?
It’s just one head!
How did that happen?
Meng Chong withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and proceeded to read, “Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think of your hometown.”
Hmm?
There’s been a change in this line.
The original was “Raise your head to the moon, lower your head to think of your hometown.”Scholar Boy changed it to “Look up at the moon, look down and think of home.” Read also more fluent, Meng Chong is also from the field into the capital, every full moon night are looking at the bright moon homesickness, Meng Chong put forward, feel “raise your head” is slightly relaxed, “raise your head” is more helpless and heavy, as if”.The word “head up” is more expressive of homesickness than the word “head up”. The word “mountain moon” was changed to “bright moon”, which made it more catchy to read, but Meng Chong could not understand the deeper reason.
However, with this change in the poem, it is indisputable that it is more catchy and more conducive to recitation.
As for the mood, he felt that it seemed to be more beautiful and vivid, of course, this may also be the result of his own literary skills are not deep.
However, if you let yourself choose, it seems that the version modified by Scholarcholar Lang is better than the original.
Scholar Lang seemed to have actually done it?
He himself originally thought that this was a giveaway question, but he never thought that it would be a giveaway question to Scholar Lang.
“Lord Xiao Zhu is worthy of the talent of the Scholar Lang, this ‘Silent Night Thoughts’ seems to be a step up from the original after Lord Xiao Zhu changed it like this.”Meng Chong held up the rice paper with both hands and said to Zhu Pingan with a smile.
“What? A step up?”The Big Red Flying Fish Suit Brocade Guard froze at his words, Eunuch Meng was joking, right, the poem that Zhu Ping An had modified without even thinking about it could also be a step up from the Poetry Immortal Li Bai’s original work?
The Big Red Flying Fish Suit Brocade Guard disbelievingly came forward to take a look at Zhu Pingan’s revised “Silent Night Thoughts”.
Err.
It looks as if ……It seems as if ……It seems like it’s really ……
The Big Red Flying Fish Suit Brocade Guard was silent.
“Ping An is just rushing the duck to the shelf, if by any chance he can have one or two points of elegance from the Poetry Immortal, it’s only because Ping An is standing on the shoulders of giants.”Zhu Pingan arched his hand and said modestly.
“Standing on the shoulders of a giant ……Scholar Lang casually are amazing words, still want to be modest, too difficult, huh ……”Meng Chong said with a smile, then carefully put away the rice paper, thinking in his heart, this sentence is quite interesting, when the time comes, you can tell the saint to listen to all together.
