Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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Listening to the last sentence, the group of ministers was puzzled. This poem appeared in Beijing since the spring. It has already spread all over the world. In addition to the unsatisfactory reading of the big characters of the river, many poets have always had no trace of this poem. Pick the place, but the essence is in the last four sentences. I don’t know why Zhuang Mohan is the opposite.

Just listening to Zhuang Mohan said coldly: "The reason why the first four sentences are good is not because the last four sentences are not good, but because... the last four sentences are not written by Fan Gongzi!"

When this statement came out, the temple was in a state of utter disappointment, and then immediately became a dead silence, no one spoke.

Fan is free and stunned, but understands a lot of things, but calm down, the body after drunkenness slanted to a few, smiling at Zhuang Mohan.

A few months ago, Lin Biaoer said that some people in the palace said that this poem was copied. At that time, he did not care, but did not expect it to erupt today. Guo Baokun provoked this matter, apparently winning the advice of a noble person.

After entering Beijing, the only thing that can be used is the so-called fiction. If she ruined her own reputation, in such a world of extremely high morality, she only has the initiative to retire.

Fan Xian listened to Zhuang Mo Han after reading the first four sentences and then he was in the heart of Da'an. If you still know that Dajiang is the Yangtze River, you know that what you are most afraid of has not happened. If you want to prove your plagiarism, Zhuang Mohan only relies on his own knowledge and name to suppress people, and this is the only thing.

I just don't know how the long princess said that Zhuang Mohan, who has always had a good reputation, is a villain.

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After a long time.

His brows were wrinkled, and you should know that plagiarism was a very serious accusation. If Zhuang Mohan had nothing to do with it, he would not dare to make such remarks in the palace of the Qing Dynasty.

"There is no room for air." Zhang Ziqian, a clerk who has been sitting around Fan’s side, said with a smile: "Mr. Zhuang Mohan, a generation of students, students often hold the study of the scriptures of the gentleman when they are young. Naturally, no one dares to doubt Mr. But the matter involved in plagiarism, perhaps the gentleman was ruined by the villain."

He glanced at the son of his boss, Guo Bao, and did not know how to discern what he said.

Zhuang Mohan looked up and was full of wisdom and eyes. There is a complicated emotion: "The last four sentences of this poem are made by the family in Tingzhou. Because it is a masterpiece of the teacher, the old man has been cherished in his heart for decades, but he does not know where Fan Gongzi is. This sentence. The original dust can be seen again, the old man also feels good. Only Fan Gongzi invited the name, but the old man did not take it, the scholars valued the cultivation of the heart, the article is the last word. If you are not willing to rashly break this matter, it is intended to celebrate the country as a man, but Fan Gongzi did not know how to repent, but rather won."

Fan is almost smirking, and he is shameless and shameless, but others can't smile, and the atmosphere in front of the temple has already become very depressed. If the matter is true, don't say that after Fan Xian, there is no face to enter the official forum above the altar, even the entire face of the Qing Dynasty will be lost.

The world's scholars all emphasize the morality of Zhuang Mohan's life. I can't afford to be skeptical at all. What's more, Zhuang Mohan said that he was made by his own teacher, and he was respected by the world's scholars. It is equal to taking the teacher's character as evidence, who dares to doubt?

In the depths of my heart, the public officials have already determined that Fan Xian’s poems are copied. Looking at his eyes is a bit strange and disgusting, but it can’t be turned into a fact by this kind of thing. After all, it’s about the Qing Dynasty’s face, so the emperor’s majesty After a cold look, I went to the university, Shi Shu, and after a while, Shu University graduated, and first went to Zhuang Mohan: "I have seen the teacher."

The Shu University student tasted a study tour in Beiqi, and was taught by Zhuang Mohan, so he met with the teacher and student. He had already believed Zhuang Mohan’s words at this time. Fan’s poem was copied, but under his strict eyes, he had to stand up and speak for Fan: “Teacher, Fan Gongzi has poetry, It is said that this previous short song line is also extremely brilliant. If he came to plagiarize, it is really hard to believe, and it seems that there is no such necessity."

At this time, Zhuang Mohan had already sat down and coughed twice. He said softly: "Shu, you are skeptical that the old man is stealing the name of the first teacher."

Shu Shushi was very sweaty, and he didn't dare to dare. He no longer took care of the cold eyes of the emperor, and he honestly retreated. At this time, if there is any doubt, then if you say that Zhuang Mohan is a shameless person without a teacher and a father, no one dares to bear this reputation.

But the emperor is not an ordinary scholar. He is not a singer, nor a queen. He simply does not like this Zhuang Mohan, so he said coldly: "The first law of the Qing Dynasty is somewhat different from that of the North Qi. If Mr. wants to refer to a person as a crime, he needs some evidence."

All the ministers have heard that they are angry, and in case Zhuang Mohan really refers to the plagiarism of Fan Fan, I am afraid that it is difficult to have a good day.

Zhuang Mohan smiled slightly and asked a follow-up paper to take out a piece of paper. He said, "This is a master's book. If you look at it, you know the age." He looked at Fan Xi, and said with sympathy: "Fan Gongzi There are poetry talents, but the meaning of painting tigers is too strong, but I don’t know the voice of Shino. How about the four words after this poem, how can I write it out with Fan’s experience?”

At this time, the temple only smelled that Zhuang Mohan was a little old, and it was extremely stable. The sound of poetry: "Wanli is sad and autumn, why is it cool? For more than a hundred years, it is the first time that the teacher has climbed up alone, so the river, The eyes are desolate... Fan Gongzi is still young, I don’t know why this is a hundred years old?"

Zhuang Mo Hanjin said that people are more and more aware that such a poem can not be written by a young man. Listening to the voice of Zhuang Mohan once again rang: "The frosty scorpion is the Huafa Congsheng, and Fan Gongzi is very chic and arrogant.

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Zhuang Mohan finally whispered: "As for the last sentence of the new turbid wine glass, regardless of Fan Gongzi's family life, what can be said, but said that the new stop turbid wine glass five words, I am afraid that Fan Gongzi does not understand why the first division Let's say this." He looked at Fan Xian, and there seemed to be some unbearable feelings in the eyebrows. "The first teacher got lung disease in his later years, so he couldn't drink alcohol. So he used the new stop word."

As soon as this statement came out, the ministers of the Qing State finally vented their anger. The piece of paper was not needed at all. It only said these unexplained problems. The crime of plagiarism is extremely difficult to escape.

At this moment, a sudden applause sounded in the quiet palace!

Fan Xian, who has always seemed to be drunk at the desk, suddenly grows up, smiles and looks at Zhuang Mohan, and slowly puts down his palm. He really has a bit of admiration, who is Mr. Zhuang’s teacher. Naturally no one knows, but the other party can infer from this poem that the old Du is in the week. The illness of the body is really worthy of the title of the first person in the world.

However, Fan Xian knows that the other party is framing himself today. The piece of paper is only afraid of being processed as early as possible. Therefore, he cannot admire the end. The face of Qingyi’s dust-free face has a bit of arrogance. The drunk smile said: It’s the face of the commander’s face. I don’t know what it is for the gentleman to ignore the name of the past.”

Others thought that he was debilitated after being debunked. The words have become increasingly ugly, and they have frowned. The Queen whispered to the people around him to call the guards in, lest Fan Gongzi do anything to sway. Unexpectedly, the Emperor’s majesty was a cold wave. Let everyone listen to Fan and talk.

Fan is free to come out, and his eyes are full of funny smiles. Shouted loudly: "The wine is coming!"

The rear palace woman saw his madness and did not dare to go forward. Some ministers had been feeling uneasy for the fans. From then on, they held a jar of about two kilograms and sent it to Fan Xian’s body.

"Thank you!" Fan said, laughing, taking a crushed jug and sealing the mud, drinking a pot and drinking it, like a whale sucking the sea, but a moment of effort will pour the wine in the pot into the belly, after a wine cellar, the wine is great He had a lot of drinks today, and at this time, he was urging a rush of wine, but his face was ruddy, his eyes were shining and moist, and his body was shaking.

He walked to the chief like a dance, pointing to the nose of Zhuang Mohan: "This everyone, do you really insist on this?"

Zhuang Mohan sniffed the smell of the wine from the face, and said with a slight frown: "The son has a repentant heart, so why bother to hurt himself."

Fan leisurely looked at his eyes, smiling slightly, and his mouth seemed to be unclear: "All things have a cause and effect. Mr. Zhuang pointed out that I copied the four sentences of the first teacher. I don't know why I want to copy it. Is it based on the previous short song line? Can you not win the name of this life before birth?"

Before the birth, the name of the five characters was excellent, and even Zhuang Mohan was somewhat moved. His heart was in a certain place, and he was forced to do so. Today, it’s a big hindrance, and the boy who is deliberately trapped in front of him is already unable to bear the head. Open, faint: "Perhaps Fan Gongzi's poem is also copied."

"Who is copying? Could it be that I made the first poem, is it copied? Mr. Mo Feizhuang is born in the world, and the poems and the four seas know, are they qualified to identify late plagiarism?"

Looking at Zhuang Mohan’s finger and gently slamming the scroll on the table, Fan sneered and said: “Zhuang everyone, this kind of trick can fool the child. You said that I am copying the poem of the teacher. I am surprised, why am I still? This poem has never been seen before it was written?"

Zhuang Mohan did not seem to want to make more arguments with him. Instead, Fan said softly and whispered: "Mr. said that the late-born head is not white, so you can't speak the cream, the body is not known, so you can't be sick for more than a hundred years... yet Mr. I don't know, I don't know how to make a living in my late life. I want to take this life back from the beginning. If you don't know my past, you will kill me and be boring."

I don't know if I really drink too much, but it is rare to have a chance to vent the depression that has been smoldering for a long time. Van Leisure’s face is suddenly a little more mad.

"The heart of Shino." Zhuang Mohan looked at him gently and said: "Fan Xiaoyou does not have this past, how can he write this poem?"

"Sinai Wendao." Fan looked at him coldly and said: "This poem is always genius, maybe my poem is strong, but whoever says things that have not been experienced cannot be turned into Your own poetry?"

His words were extremely arrogant, and he actually compared himself to a genius, so he used this to prove that Zhuang Mohan’s poetry theory was inferred.

When I heard this, Zhuang Mohan’s double eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and said with a smile: “Can Fan Gongzi write a good name anytime and anywhere that he has nothing to do with him?” This one is not convinced, even if it is a genius in poetry. Also, there is no such ability.

Seeing the other party falling into his own calculations, Fan leisure smiled slightly, took a sip from the other party's table with a rudeness, and looked at him quietly. The drunkenness in his eyes gradually became strong, and suddenly he swung his sleeves. . Even drink three times:

"Paper is coming!"

"Ink!"

"People!"

Intoxicated three people drink, the people in the temple do not understand what is meant, only the emperor still calmly told the palace girl to follow the instructions of Fan Xian, and they will be ready for a while. There was a large empty space in front of the temple, only a few and one person, standing alone in the middle of pride and pride.

Fan Xian’s station was unstable, and he was reluctant to take the next ritual: “Let’s use the **** to use it.”

Although the emperor did not understand what it was, but still slightly subsided. A written **** walked to the table and sat down, laid out the white paper and studied the pen and ink. Unexpectedly, Fan Xianqiang endured the wine and shook his head and said: "One is not enough."

"Fan leisure, what are you doing?" The Prince who was close to him finally couldn't help but speak. But the emperor was still calm and allowed his request. There was a smile in his eyes, and he seemed to guess what was going to happen soon.

Fan Xian smiled and looked at Zhuang Mohan, and his eyes were more drunk, saying to the three eunuchs who were waiting to be treated. "I read, you write, if the writing is slow, there is no copy. I will not write the second time."

The three eunuchs were nervous without any reason. Many people are speculating about what they are prepared to do. How can he make the world between Zhuang Mohan and him and believe that he is the true generation of poets. It is not too late at night. The late summer night wind is not so cool. But the atmosphere between the fields is somewhat similar to the drums on the battlefield.

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"...The wildfire is not burning, the spring breeze is blowing again... The squandering of flowers is fascinating, and the Asakusa can have no horseshoes... It’s a long time, sometimes it’s timeless.”

There is no sign, no gestation, and Fan has blurted out a paragraph. It is all done by Bai Juyi. After a while, there are more than a dozen. He stood by the book and looked at the night outside the palace* (**Please delete)* (**Please delete), and kept licking all the famous poems that he could remember in his strange brain. Several eunuchs were swearing, but they almost could not keep up with his speed.

Everyone is silent, fine.

In the face of endless conspiracy and calculations, under the strong pressure, he finally broke out at this time. Under the madness, he only looked at the poems written in his mind, not to care whether the **** remembered it. I don't care if others understand it. The past words of those who are fragrant, through his thin lips, are constantly echoing in the palace of the country.

Zhuang Mohan’s eyes gradually began to make some wonderful changes.

At the beginning, they were only purely watching the lively ministers. At this time, they couldn’t help but scream in their hearts. These poems have not been heard by one of them, but they are really wonderful sentences. Are they all Fan Gongzi? Made?

"It’s snow late in the evening, can drink a cup without..." This is Bai Letian drinking.

"I don't see you..." The next turn is too white to drink.

"To the shadows into three people..." This is too white to drink.

"But the owner can be drunk..." Still too white to drink.

"Abandon me, you can't stay on the day of yesterday; those who mess with my heart, worry more today!" This is too much white wine has been drunk.

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The people in the temple once again took care of the sin of the pre-June, and gradually sat around Fan’s side, listening to a poem in his mouth, full of shock and unbelief. How is a poem, everyone has ears, and there are a lot of wizards in the world, but it will not be as good as today.

I have seen poetry, I have never seen such a poem! Poetry is definitely not a big dish in the market – but countless verses that have never been cut off from the mouth of Fan Xian’s mouth, like no need to think about it, what is the difference with moving cabbage!

Although some of these poems are strange in words, it is because the ministers did not know the allusions in the world, but the ministers were still terrified, these poems... the first capital is the best!

Fan Xian still has not stopped. At this time, the ministers looked at Fan’s gaze and began to become weird. I felt that this young man who was clear and dusty in front of him was no longer a genius, but a celestial person. In addition to the horror, the sober Wenyuange bachelor replaced the three eunuchs who were dissatisfied with the wrist and began to rush to copy these evanescent poems. Xiaofan said that he would only say it again.

Fan Xian didn't know the scene around him. He still had his eyes closed, his brain turned very fast, while he was reminiscing about these verses, but he was thinking about the action of staying for a while. There is more time to think about other things. I am afraid I will be even more surprised.

He felt a little thirsty, so he reached into the air next to him. The early-educated Taishi was taking the wine and carefully placed it in his hand. I was afraid of disturbing his emotions at this time.

From the gentleman in the Book of Songs, to Wan Ziqi of Gong Zizhen, Tang Shiming Moonlight, Song Shichun Jiangmu, Du Fu cover grass house, Su Dongpo boiled Huangzhou fish, Du Mu**, Mei Sanchang also **, Yuan Zhen once 沧海包二奶. Li Yi'an has no reason for thinking about Huanian, and Ouyang Xiu loves to be a niece (this is a suspense case).

Fan leisurely closed his eyes, drink a bite of wine, "made" a poem, three pots of wine, three hundred poems!

Among the large palaces, there seem to be countless lights and shadows flying. Gradually condensed into a clear picture, he can see the clear picture, that is the poet of the past life, the old handsome man and handsome boy in the past, sing in the bamboo, squat on the bed, the wind in the pavilion avenue, on the river I shed tears.

This is the possession of all the worldly, all of the past and the past, in this abrupt way, suddenly descended on the world of the country, hitting everyone's heart. Fan has been fighting Zhuang Mohan with the help of countless past generations of ancient folks.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Zhuang Mohan coldly, but he looked like he was looking at a world farther away.

"I don't see you, the water of the Yellow River comes up." Who can be more free and easy than Li Bai?

"The waves are exhausted, the ages are romantic." Who can be more heroic than the Soviet Union?

"Last night, the rain was over, and I couldn’t sleep without drinking." Who can be more arrogant than Li Qingzhao?

In the ages, can you fight with one person?

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When the sound was crisp, Zhuang Mohan’s trembling hand finally couldn’t hold the glass again. The wine glass fell on the bluestone ground and turned into countless pieces.

Quiet, quiet.

I don't know how long it took, Fan Xi finally stopped this crazy performance, but the people in the palace of the Qingguo Palace still can't get rid of this emotion for a while, have changed a few rounds of bachelors and wrote eunuchs, first wake up Come over, fall to the ground, caress his sore right hand, and look at Fan Xian with a look of the gods.

Fan leisurely drank too much, staggering to Zhuang Mohan's body, pointing a finger at his nose, shaking, and slamming a wine cellar and said:

"Note, I am not as good as you. Write poetry, you... not as good as me."

The temple is still quiet, so although this sentence is extremely light, it is clearly and clearly falling into the ears of everyone. At this time, the courtiers, of course, are extremely convinced of this sentence. Their poetic talent for Xiaofan’s adult has long been a five-body cast. No matter how high the reputation of Zhuang Mohan, but if the poetry and the poetry are together, Those who recited the 300 famous ancient poems, in the days to come, can no longer believe, there will be people's poems better than Fan Xi.

At this time, don't mention any plagiarism. Everyone has already believed in Fan Xian's words. There are so-called geniuses in the world. It is a poem that can be written without the need to experience certain things. What was it just now? That is the means that the immortal can have in the poem! Copy your mb, hit you mb!

Since no one believes that it is necessary to copy poetry in a leisurely manner, it is natural that Zhuang Mohan is lying. At this time, all the people in the temple looked at Zhuang Mohan, and they could not help but express their disappointment, compassion, and contempt. They thought that this generation of people, half-life, was named, but unexpectedly they were old and degraded, and they fought for the future.

Zhuang Mohan looked at Fan Xian, just like watching a monster, his eyes showed a stunned look, I don’t know why, suddenly the chest was stuffy, covered with white sleeves, and spit out blood.

His face looked like a smile and smiled. He looked at Fan Xian and said: "Why is this good, why not on weekdays?"

Fan is like drunk and not drunk, looking back and saying: "Poetry is the material of cultivating sentiment, and it is not the skill of fighting for courage."

This is a bit shameless. Isn’t he still fighting bravely at night? I saw that Fan Xi finally couldn’t stop being full of anger and anger. I fell on the front of the imperial stage, and Zhuang Mohan, who was looking at the lips and shivering, said in the mouth: "I am so drunk and go, go. Your mother."

Finally, Li Taibai’s last pose was finished, and Fan was intoxicated at the foot of Emperor Laozi.

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