Two equally intelligent people, one of whom has laxity in his studies, must be less accomplished than the other.
Wang Anshi, one of the Eight Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties, was intelligent and studious since childhood, and had the ability to never forget. However, his dream in life is not to stay in cultural learning, but to do a vigorous non-cultural undertaking.
Ouyang Xiu was also eager to learn and studied hard since he was a child. His ideal is to make great contributions to the country's cultural cause, so his cause is always around culture.
In the third year of the Northern Song Dynasty, that is, in 1058 AD, Wang Anshi returned to Beijing and met with Ouyang Xiu, Zeng Gong, Sima Guang, Liu Chang, Mei Yaochen and many other literary heroes.
This is the highest and highest level cultural feast in the history of thousands of years of culture, and the more literati are envious.
At that time, Wang Anshi was very confident and took out two poems he wrote for the Han Dynasty beauty Wang Zhaojun, please enjoy. He said: "The two Ming Concubine songs I wrote can be compared with the Tang Dynasty Du Zimei(Du Fu)'s 'Qianzai Pipa as Nonsense, Clear resentment song Theory'. He's still a professional poet, and I'm an amateur. ”
Seeing Lao Wang's expression, everyone drank wine and admired his poems:
Once I went to know that I did not return, I was pitiful to exhaust the Han Palace clothes.
To ask About Senan, only the red geese fly every year.
Jun did not see nagato closed Ajiao, and there was no north or south in life.
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The words of lust are unique, and the pipa is self-aware.
Hann is shallow and deep, and life is happy to know each other.
Poor Aozuka is gone, and there are still mourning strings left to this day.
Sure enough, the writing is outstanding, good, good! Everyone applauded in unison.
Wang Anshi confidently teased everyone, "You also write a poem to see!" Sima Guang said that he had a special love for history and was an outsider to poetry; Mei Yaochen knew that he was not Lao Wang's opponent, zeng Gong was Mei Yaochen's student, and he did not dare to know that he was not superior to Lao Wang.
Lao Wang was extremely happy and laughed: "My amateur level is that Li Taibai is here, and it may not be able to surpass it!" ”
Everyone felt that the atmosphere was awkward for a while, even if the later Su Shi was here, than the poetry should not be the opponent of the old king, although the words were outstanding.
Ouyang Xiu smiled kindly and said, "Then I will sacrifice an ugly and let everyone have fun." ”
Unfolding the paper, he wrote with a pen: "Yuyan wandered to the end of the world, but the pipa came to the Han family." ”
Wang Anshi secretly smiled secretly: "This second sentence is relatively poorly written, where is my sentence right!" ”
Ouyang Xiu continued to write: "The Han Palace strives to press the new sound spectrum, and the hatred has become deeper and more bitter. ”
Everyone clapped their hands and praised, and Wang Anshi also applauded. But he still felt that he did not have his own writing.
"If you don't know the yellow clouds out of the road, do you know that this sound can break the intestines?"
Compared with the three poems, Wang Anshi's two horizontal poems ranked first, and Ouyang Xiu ranked second.
Wang Anshi was excited, picked up the wine glass and said to Ouyang Xiu: "Uncle Yong (Ouyang Xiuzi) has a good penmanship, and I said that these two poems of my own cannot be surpassed by no one today." It seems that this reading is ah! It is related to hard work, and it is not unrelated to talent! Come, come, have a drink! ”
Ouyang Xiu drank a cup, lifted his pen and wrote:
There are beautiful people in the Han Palace, and the Son of Heaven did not know them at first.
There is no such thing as a world, and it is rare to lose it.
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When Concubine Ming went, she shed tears and sprinkled flowers on the branches.
Shocked by a word, everyone applauded in unison and praised the wonderful. Lao Wang's face was hot, and he forced his smile to applaud.
The wind rises at dusk, drifting to whose house.
Red face wins more than a thin life, do not complain about the spring wind when self-pitying.
Good! Good! Good! Everyone was enthusiastic, full of spring breeze, clapping and cheering.
Lao Wang stood up and shouted, "Lost companion, lost companion!" Ash slipped away with his poem.
In his later years, Ouyang Xiu told his son: "The happiest thing in his father's life was to compose more poems than Wang Banshan (Wang Anshi) at a wine banquet during the Jiayou period. ”