Chapter 10 Literature and Poetry

Different from the bustle of the Master's house, Chen Heng's holiday had no special arrangements. After breakfast, he followed Chen Qing and Chen Xian to the chicken coop to feed the chickens.

The cowshed also needs to be cleaned, but the smell is really unpleasant, and my cousin Chen Xian has always disliked it. Anyway, it was just simple cleaning, so Chen Heng took over all the work. On weekdays, he has to concentrate on studying, so why not take advantage of his rest today to help the family more.

After finishing his housework, he returned to his room and prepared to complete the homework assigned by Wang Xianming yesterday. Because of his rapid progress in reading, Wang Xianming allowed him to start writing some articles.

There are no restrictions on the format and content. Wang Xianming just let him write as he pleased, purely to let him try it out and slowly get used to it and accumulate the feeling of writing articles.

It sounds like a student's diary from a previous life, and the format is similar. But the content requires you to choose a question from four books, and the difficulty is not the same as the former.

For example, the scope delineated by Wang Xianming this time is the first sentence of "The Great Learning": The way of a great university lies in being clear about virtue, in being close to the people, and in striving for perfection. The content of the article is naturally an explanation of this sentence. It would be better if some allusions could be cited.

After all, it was the first time in his life to write an article. Chen Heng didn't expect his writing to be very good. He just wanted to be serious about every word and think about every sentence.

After writing the article in this way, most of the morning time had passed, so Chen Heng took the time to memorize the book again. It wasn't until Mrs. Gu called him to eat that he put down his book and walked out of the room.

It's already November, and the air is still filled with the sultry heat of autumn. Chen Gaishan, Zhou Shi, and Chen Qi could not come back to eat because they had to thresh rice in the fields, so Chen Heng took over the task of delivering meals to them.

When he came to the farmland, he could see the golden wheat fields, and the young people from each family were gathered around several threshing machines. When Chen Heng saw the threshing machine for the first time, he was surprised. He didn't expect that such a thing existed in ancient times.

"Grandma, I'm here to deliver food."

"My dear grandson, why are you here? The sun is so bright, and your mother is willing to let you come. Come to grandma, it's cool here."

Mr. Zhou, who was sitting by the roadside and resting, quickly pulled Chen Heng over and shouted to the field: "Chen Beishan, call your son to come and eat."

Although there were many people and noisy sounds in the field, Mrs. Zhou was not worried that Chen Gaishan would not be able to hear them. Sure enough, before her voice could be heard far away, the people who were closer had already straightened up and helped spread the message: "Chen Gaishan, your mother-in-law called you to eat."

"Uncle Chen, aunt calls you to have dinner."

The sound spreads to the distance with the ups and downs of the wheat waves. The enthusiastic farmers are more like taking this opportunity to relax and have fun than to help.

Chen Gaishan was cursing all the way back, but he heard a young boy hiding in the crowd just now and took the opportunity to call his name.

"Okay, let's eat quickly. After eating, let Heng'er go back to study." Grandma Zhou opened the food box and took out the meals prepared by Gu one by one.

"Grandpa, where is my father."

Chen Heng blinked and asked curiously.

"He is still busy. This year's harvest has been good, and the village's grain machinery is not enough. If our family doesn't hurry up, the people waiting behind will probably be busy until the end of the month..." Before Chen Gaishan could finish his words, Chen Heng had already walked away. Feet ran to the fields.

"Ergou, why are you running away!! Come back quickly."

"Grandma, I'm going to help dad."

This made grandma anxious. Mrs. Zhou stood up straight and shouted at Chen Heng's back.

"Forget it, forget it, let him go." Chen Gaishan sat cross-legged on the ground, picked up the chopsticks and put rice into his mouth, saying vaguely, "It's not like you don't know about Heng'er's temper, let alone him. At this age, many people in the village come out to help the family. "

"Can my grandson be the same? He is a scholar now." Mrs. Zhou's face was full of pride.

"Students also need to eat and work."

Seeing that he could not talk to Chen Gaishan, Zhou didn't say anything more and just sat on the stone by the roadside, smiling and eating with his head down.

When Chen Heng ran to Chen Qi, he was wearing short clothes and working on a threshing machine. The sun shone on his dark skin, and the sweat reflected a greasy light.

I saw a bundle of rice with ears being put into the entrance by Chen Qi. Chen Heng knew how to help.

He came to a place full of rice, picked up a bundle and brought it to Chen Qi's feet. Chen Qi thought it was Chen Gaishan who had left and returned, so he turned his head strangely, but saw his son's smiling face before he could get angry. Chen Heng has already explained:

"I memorized the book in the morning and finished the homework assigned by the Master."

Chen Qi had no choice but to say: "Remember to choose something light on your back."

"I'm very strong, Dad."

You can brag to your heart's content. Chen Qi curled his lips in disapproval. How much meat do you have? As a father, I don't know?

"You've turned into charcoal. It won't be easy for you to find a wife in the future."

"Then how did dad find mom?"

When Chen Qi heard this, he cracked his neat white teeth and said very proudly, "Who told your father to be good-looking? Your mother took a liking to him at a glance."

"Dad." Chen Heng put down the rice ears, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said seriously: "It's okay to lie to your son, but don't lie to yourself. Grandma said that she told you about several families, but she didn't. One fell in love with you because you look dark and old."

"Why did mom even bring this up?" Chen Qi complained in a low voice, trying to regain his place, "But your dad is good at carpentry. Your dad's hands are both skillful and capable. People before him didn't know what to do." , that’s why your mother has this luck.”

This is true. Chen Qi is really good at carpentry. Whether it is flying in the sky or crawling on the ground, Chen Heng's toys when he was a child were all made by Chen Qi himself. Even the threshers in the fields now, many of them were made by him.

"If you say so, then so."

Chen Heng was busy, so he had no time to take care of his father. He put down one bundle and rushed to move the next one.

When grandpa and grandma came to take over after dinner, they saw Chen Heng sweating and didn't ask him to go back. They just let Chen Qi go to eat.

The family was busy until the sunset filled the sky, and then they carried the packed rice bags back home. For those rice ears that had not been processed, Chen Gaishan looked at the sky and said that it would not rain at night, so he let them stay in the fields.

There were not many outsiders in Shanxi Village, and the people were simple. If you lost a chicken on weekdays, everyone could find it, so there was no need to worry about any thieves. Such a person, as long as there is one time, will end up leaving his hometown.

On the way home, Zhou asked Chen Heng repeatedly: Ask him if he was tired.

Chen Heng would never say yes, just shook his head and waved his hands, indicating that everything was fine. Walking into the village, there was a big yellow dog raised by someone else's family, and it ran to Chen Heng's side and licked his hand all the time.

Chen Heng thought it was interesting and stopped to tease for a while, until Zhou saw that the eldest grandson was behind and called him, Chen Heng ran quickly to his family.

When Chen Heng was driven by Gu to take a bath in the evening, he sat in the bathtub and suddenly remembered another homework assigned to him by Wang Xianming. Because he had never touched it before, Wang Xianming did not ask him when to hand it in, but only asked him to write it neatly.

This time, Chen Heng hurriedly washed up and came to the yard, enjoying the cool breeze blowing slowly, looking at the bright moon in the sky in a trance.

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The next day, in the school.

"Is this the poem you wrote?" Master Wang was a little surprised. He picked up the homework handed in by Chen Heng and chanted it casually: "Morning against the rosy clouds, rain against the wind. Loess against the clear sky. Spring goes by, cold and hot days come, and the year is over again. The old farmer doesn't know how many rice ears and seeds are ripe."

"Not bad, not bad." Master Wang nodded repeatedly after reading it, "You should pay more attention to the rhyme, and you can polish the words. But this is your first time writing a poem. You can have such a level, obviously you have listened to my words.

Poetry is nothing more than using scenery to express emotions and objects to express aspirations. At the beginning, you can't be separated from life."

Chen Heng stood beside the master, lowered his head a little embarrassedly, and could only smile foolishly.

"You idiot, are you still not satisfied?" Master Wang turned around, tapped Chen Heng's forehead with his hand, and said with a smile: "Don't let the things in the poetry collection fool you.

Who are those people? From ancient times to the present, there are so many excellent works selected from literati. Don't be afraid of seeing the mountains, but take them as examples, learn well, and gradually improve. "

"Disciple knows." Chen Heng nodded. He is more inclined to take things as they come when it comes to writing poems. Wang Xianming told him before that most of the literati and poets in the dynasties were hard-working poets.

Either they had a draft in their minds, or they had already finished it in advance and took it out at the right time.

There are only three and a half heroes who can really write poems at will. These people, once they appeared in his previous textbooks, just hearing their names, made people admire them and become crazy fans.

Chen Heng has been studying with Wang Xianming for a long time, and he has become bolder. People in the old Chen family have this problem. He asked cautiously, "Master, what was your first poem like?"

Wang Xianming paused and said, "Class, class."

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We had lunch at the teacher's house. Because the teacher's wife made some meat, Wang Xianming had bad teeth, so he asked Chen Heng to eat some with him, as a snack for his disciples.

During the meal, Chen Heng asked the teacher's wife about the interesting things that happened in the morning, which made the teacher's wife Liu laugh.

"Master's wife knows about this. Heng'er, your teacher's first poem was written for my father. I still remember the way my father read it. It was really interesting."

Liu choked softly, ignoring Wang Xianming who was eating next to her with his head down, and told the child about this interesting thing.

"The foggy mountain locks the green rain,

The bluebird calls the moon.

The wind alone cannot make a song,

The talent needs a soulmate."

"My father said at the time that this person who came to study here has a big mouth."

There were three people at the table, two of them were laughing, and only Wang Xianming, who was in trouble, secretly decided to give the student some trouble in the afternoon.

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