Chapter 37 4. The rarest thing in life is love

In the previous three lectures, Zhang Zhidong never ate at the academy.One reason is that in view of the excessive eating and drinking atmosphere in Shanxi official circles, he has repeatedly ordered officials at all levels to be frugal and not to show off. He should take the lead in implementing it.Secondly, he knows that the academy is not as poor as the yamen, and if they eat here, it will increase their burden.This time is different. It should be said that it is the last time to give lectures to scholars as Jin Fu. Chief Shi Shan really hopes that Futai can enjoy the honor today and have lunch with everyone.He quietly called Yang Rui aside, explained what he meant, and asked Yang Rui to ask the governor.When Yang Rui told Zhang Zhidong the words of the head of the mountain, he agreed without hesitation: "Today, as an exception, we will have lunch here, but only three dishes and one soup, and no more than one." After speaking, He also added a special sentence: "Please ask the head of the mountain to call some scholars to eat at the same table with us."

Shi Liren was very happy to learn that Futai agreed to have lunch here, so he ordered the kitchen to make arrangements quickly, and then sent an instructor to pick some of the scholars to accompany him. Not long after, everything was ready, and Shi Liren led Zhang Zhidong into Xuesi Zhai.Here two square tables have been merged into one long table.Shi Liren accompanied Zhang Zhidong and sat on the two main seats in front of him. Yang Shenxiu was seated at the bottom of Zhang Zhidong, Yang Rui was seated at the bottom of Shi Liren, and the remaining eight seats were reserved for temporary scholars. elected representatives.They are either the leaders of the scholars, or the recognized talents with excellent character and learning, or the children of powerful and wealthy families. In short, they are all the top figures in the group of scholars in Jinyang Academy.Today, they were honored to have dinner at the same table with Futai, who was promoted to governor of Guangdong Province. They were both excited and honored.

There are no more and no less on the table, just three dishes and one soup, but because there are two tables, the dishes are in duplicate and placed separately.The academy is poor, and it is a temporary initiative, so three dishes and one soup are very common: a bowl of stewed beef in oil, a bowl of stir-fried lamb, a bowl of shallot tofu, and a bowl of vermicelli and vegetable soup.Afraid that it would not be enough to eat, they were all served in the No. 1 big bowl. As the host, Shi Liren raised his cup and said to Zhang Zhidong: "Today, Mr. Zhang is willing to show his face to have a meal in the Academy, and he also invited representatives of the scholars to the table. This is the honor of Jinyang Academy. There is no good food in a hurry. , and the adults strictly stipulate that only three dishes and one soup are allowed. Today’s meal is really simple. Now I invite you to raise your glasses together, for Mr. Zhang’s hard work for Shanxi in the past three years, for Mr. Zhang’s promotion, and for Mr. Zhang My lord, I have a safe journey to Guangdong, cheers!"

After saying that, he stood up, Yang Shenxiu and all the scholars stood up together, Zhang Zhidong also stood up hurriedly, held up his cup and said, "Thank you, old mountain chief, and everyone for your kindness, I drank this cup with everyone." After speaking, he drank it all in one gulp.After everyone finished drinking, the old mountain chief respectfully asked the Futai to sit down, and all the scholars also sat down again. Yang Shenxiu smiled and said to Zhang Zhidong: "Just now the head of the mountain only talked about the dishes, not the wine. The dishes today are indeed common, but the wine is not ordinary."

Zhang Zhidong said: "What's unusual about this wine, please let Yicun explain it." "This jar of wine was given to Lao Shanchang by the father of a scholar." Yang Shenxiu pointed to the dark brown pot-bellied wine jar beside him, and said, "Five years ago, this scholar won the Jinshi. Scholars His father was an owner of a ticket office. At first, this scholar was fond of fun and didn’t like studying, so his father was very worried. The old mountain chief said, come to Jinyang Academy, and I can train him into a talent. In this way, this scholar came After arriving at the academy, he entered the academy one year later, won the examination three years later, and won the Jinshi three years later. His father was very grateful and gave Lao Shanzhang a gold plaque with the four characters "Jin Xue Chunhui". And I specially spent one hundred taels of silver at Xinghua Village wine shop to buy this jar of century-old wine as a present."

Zhang Zhidong was taken aback, and said: "The wine I drank just now turned out to be a hundred-year-old wine. I drank it in one gulp, and I haven't tasted it yet." Yang Shenxiu hurriedly got up, refilled Zhang Zhidong's empty wine glass, and said, "I was afraid that my lord would not pay attention, so I mentioned it specially. Now let's drink it slowly and savor its taste carefully." Zhang Zhidong picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and carefully sipped with half-closed eyes.He indulged in alcohol when he was young, and only in middle age did he intend to drink less.Wine tasting, he can also be regarded as an expert.This wine has a fragrant complexion and a mellow taste. It is indeed an old cellar with a long history.Zhang Zhidong said with a smile: "Good wine, good wine, today I want to drink a few glasses to my heart's content!"

Everyone laughed happily after hearing what Futai said. Shi Shanchang smiled and said: "When I was young, I also loved this cup of food very much. After sixty years, I followed the doctor's advice and drank less alcohol and more tea, so I drank very little alcohol. I don't like excitement and socializing all my life. There is no special banquet for a particularly distinguished guest, so this jar of wine has been left untouched for five years. Today it is used to entertain Mr. Zhang, who has worked hard for the people of Shanxi for three years, and it is considered to be the best use of everything. A great face."

What the old mountain chief said caused all the scholars to smile knowingly. Zhang Zhidong said: "Just now Yicun said that the scholar gave you a gold plaque, why not hang it up, so as to add glory to the academy." The head of the mountain smiled slightly: "The inscription on this golden plaque is too heavy. 'Jin Xue Chunhui', how can an old man afford it! If you hang it up without restraint, you will definitely cause ghosts and gods to resent you, and you will lose the old man's fodder. .Although the life of the old man is ordinary, in fact, he still has a deep attachment to life, and he is afraid of leaving this colorful world too soon."

All the scholars laughed again.Zhang Zhidong also laughed, thinking: This old man who is full of poems and books and is a bit shy when he meets strangers turns out to be a very funny old man.He is a person full of true temperament, and he naturally feels kind to those who are interesting, so he said: "You have presided over Jinyang Academy for decades, and the world is full of peaches and plums. The word 'Jin Xue Chunhui' is acceptable to me .This is your signboard. With it, gods and ghosts will not admit their mistakes. If one day Lord Yama sends a little ghost to seduce someone else’s soul, and goes wrong, and enters your house by mistake, it will not be good.”

The head of the mountain stroked his white beard happily, and all the scholars were also very happy.Futai's simplicity and his respect for the head of the mountain made the scholars pay more respect to this prominent official who was born as a famous scholar. Zhang Zhidong got up, raised his wine glass and said: "Today, I borrow flowers to offer Buddha. Please join me in wishing our Jin Xue Chunhui a healthy and long life, and cultivate more talents for our Sanjin!" "Don't dare, dare not!" The old mountain chief hurriedly got up and waved his hands at Zhang Zhidong, "I dare not drink this glass of wine!"

"I'll drink it first as a respect." Zhang Zhidong drank the wine in his glass, and everyone at the table drank it all in one gulp.The old mountain chief had no choice but to drink the wine in the cup. After sitting down again, the old mountain chief personally carried a piece of beef for Zhang Zhidong, and Yang Shenxiu also persuaded Yang Rui to eat. The wine was good, the food was good, and the atmosphere was good. Zhang Zhidong was very happy. He smiled and said to everyone: "I have been the governor of Shanxi for nearly three years. Maybe everyone doesn't know that I have returned to my hometown. Three Jin people are my true fathers and fellow villagers." Except for what he told Bao Geng about "Hongdong people" when he first arrived in Taiyuan, Zhang Zhidong never mentioned to others that his ancestral home was in Shanxi. Official scholars only knew that Futai was born in Zhili, Guizhou. Nanpi people. Seeing everyone's puzzled faces, Zhang Zhidong said happily: "You don't know, our Zhang family in Nanpi moved to Zhili during the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty." A nursery rhyme has been passed down from generation to generation in our Zhang family, and it has been passed down to my generation is the fourteenth generation." "So, Mr. Zhang is really from Shanxi!" the scholars whispered excitedly. Master Shi Shan stroked his beard and said slowly: "In the Hongwu and Yongle dynasties of the Ming Dynasty, Shanxi was hit by frequent droughts, forcing the people to leave their homes and go out to make a living. Hongdong County has less land, dense population, and more serious disasters, so people who go out More. At that time, there was an old pagoda tree outside the east gate of the county seat. The trunk was too thick for four or five people to hug each other. People in Dongxian County held a farewell ceremony under the old pagoda tree outside the city gate, kowtowed to it and shed tears, which was regarded as saying goodbye to the place where their ancestors lived for generations. The nursery rhyme that Mr. Zhang said just now, I was in Hong Kong I’ve seen it in Dong County Chronicle.” Zhang Zhidong said to the head of the mountain: "I went to Hongdong County last year, and I went to see this old locust tree. It is still full of branches and leaves. I wonder if this old locust tree is the one from the Ming Dynasty." The old mountain chief said: "The Hongdong county annals said that the old pagoda tree in Hongwu and Yongle years died of old age in the eighth year of Zhengtong. After a few years, a small pagoda tree grew from the root. This is the old pagoda tree. The second generation of this locust tree also grew very large, and lived for more than two hundred years. It was struck by lightning and died in the second year of Shunzhi. In the second year, another locust tree grew from the root. This is what adults saw One, it is the third generation. It has been 240 years since the third year of Shunzhi, and it can be regarded as an old tree. It is said that it is just not as thick as the old locust tree back then. .” "Well, well." Zhang Zhidong nodded repeatedly. Yang Rui, who had not spoken all the time, interjected: "It seems that Shanxi only became poor in the Ming Dynasty. I used to read Tang poetry, and Shanxi was a very beautiful place in my impression. For example, the poem of Wang Ji, a scholar of fighting wine:' The trees are all in autumn, and the mountains and mountains are full of sunset. The shepherd drives the calf back, and the hunting horse brings the poultry back.'What a picture of the pastoral scenery." Zhang Zhidong said with emotion: "Uncle Qiao is right. There are many poets from Shanxi in "Quan Tang Poetry", and the poems are also written with great courage. It should be said that the water and soil in Shanxi are very good at nurturing people. Everyone knows that The story of the painting wall of the flag pavilion. There are three poets in the story: Wang Zhihuan, Wang Changling, Gao Shi, two of whom are from Shanxi. Wang Zhihuan's "For a thousand miles, go to a higher level", Wang Changling's "Qin Shi Mingyue Hanshiguan, the long march of ten thousand miles has not yet been returned', it is really a swan song through the ages, and few people in later generations have made poems so vigorous and heroic!" After hearing this passage, Yang Shenxiu suddenly came up with inspiration: "Master Zhang just mentioned our poems from Shanxi, and I have an idea. Except for Shu Qiao, everyone present here today, including Master Zhang, are all from Shanxi. Talented. Today is a farewell party for Mr. Zhang's promotion. It is a rare thing for everyone to drink and talk poetry together. I suggest that each of us here, except for the old mountain chief, follow the anecdote that Mr. Zhang just said, Tell a story about a Shanxi poet, and then recite a masterpiece of the poet. We applaud him if he tells a good story, and we all drink a glass of wine; if he can’t tell, he will be fined three glasses of cold water.” Yang Rui was not there, so he was naturally happy, and hurriedly agreed: "The idea of ​​the chief teacher is very good. Such a good hundred-year-old wine like Shanchang can only be harmonious if it has such a poetic sentiment. This is much better than the wine order." All the scholars were very excited, but also a little worried that they would not be able to speak out, their faces were flushed, and their eyes were shining brightly. Zhang Zhidong understood the mentality of young scholars and knew that they all had the desire to perform well, so he said: "Everyone will say one thing, and I will comment at the end. I will reward the one who takes the first place." Seeing Futai's high interest, the head of the mountain and the head teacher were very happy.Yang Shenxiu said: "I made the proposal, and I should be the first to say it." Everyone listened intently to him. "I will tell a story about Song Zhiwen meeting King Luo Bin." King Luo Bin was the one who drafted the call for Wu Zetian for Li Jingye.This article scolded Wu Zetian bloody, but it made Wu Zetian praise it.It is conceivable that his writing is good and his talent is high.Legend has it that King Luo Bin disappeared after the failed attempt to challenge martial arts.How did Song Zhiwen meet him?This is really strange! "Song Zhiwen was a famous poet in the early Tang Dynasty. He was from Fenzhou, Shanxi. He was demoted to the south of the Yangtze River because he offended the powerful. One day, he visited Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou and stayed in the temple at night. That night, the moon was as bright as day, and the surrounding The beautiful scenery of the mountains aroused his enthusiasm for poetry, and he blurted out two lines of poems: "Jiuling is lush and dense, and the Dragon Palace is lonely." , thinking hard, but couldn't get a better continuation poem. At this time, an old monk came over with an oil lamp, ready to enter the hall to light the ever-burning lamp. Seeing that Song Zhiwen was always reciting those two lines of poems, he knew If he couldn’t do it anymore, he walked up to him and said, let me help you continue! Song Zhiwen stared at the old monk suspiciously: “You can also write poetry? The old monk said, try it! He meditated on the oil lamp For a moment, say, what do you think of these two sentences: "The building looks at the sea and the sun, and the door faces the tide in Zhejiang." Those two sentences are much stronger. With the reminder of the old monk, Song Zhiwen successfully composed a good poem chanting Lingyin Temple. The next day, he went to find the old monk with the eternal lamp, but he could not find it. The abbot told him that the old monk last night was King Luo Bin, and he left Lingyin Temple early in the morning. Song Zhiwen was very surprised, and silently thanked King Luo Bin for his generosity." Scholars usually read stereotyped essays, and the poems they make are only test post poems used in the imperial court, and they read very little other books.They had never seen the story contained in Meng Chen's "Poems of Ingenuity", so they all applauded. Zhang Zhidong naturally knew this story.But on this occasion today, Yang Shenxiu told an interesting story, so he applauded accordingly. Yang Rui said: "This story is nice. According to what you said, you have to recite a poem by Song Zhiwen." "Okay." Yang Shenxiu thought for a while, and said back: "The audio books outside the mountains are broken, and after winter and spring, I am more timid near the hometown, so I dare not ask people." Zhang Zhidong nodded and said: "This is Song Zhiwen's best poem. He expresses the complex emotions that people have in a special situation. Let's all drink a glass of wine for the good story of Yi Village!" " A dozen cups were raised high, and then they all drank them all in one gulp. "It's your turn, who will speak first?" Yang Shenxiu said, looking at the representatives of the scholars. After the boys gave way to each other, a scholar leader who usually likes to show his face was pushed to be the first to speak.This person's name is Lu Lin, he has great ambitions and can speak well. He stood up and said openly: "I will tell Mr. Zhang, Mr. Shi Shan and everyone a story about Wang Bo, a famous person in Taiyuan in the Tang Dynasty. Wang Bo moved to Yangzhou, Jiangsu Province with his father when he was young. Soon after his father passed away, his family fell into poverty, and his life became increasingly poor. He had to live in Yangzhou Huizhao Temple to study poetry and books. Every morning and evening, when the bell rang, he went to the monks in the temple to have a fast meal. After a long time, the monks hated him, so he changed to In order to eat first and then ring the bell, when Wang Bo heard the bell and went to catch up with the meal, the monks had already finished their meal. Wang Bo knew that the monks hated him, but he had no place to go and no money to buy food. He had no choice but to endure this humiliation, and every day when it was time to eat, he would go to the dining hall before the bell rang." At this time, a scholar couldn't help but snickered.The companion sitting next to him saw that Futai was listening intently, so he pushed the snickerer with his arm, and the scholar quickly shut his mouth. "Wang Bo just bit the bullet and lived in Huizhao Temple for a year and a half, and he really passed high school. Twenty years later, Wang Bo served as the governor of Huainan and stationed in Yangzhou as the inspector of the school. Huizhao Temple, he had the idea of ​​revisiting the old place. There is an old monk alive in the temple. He was ashamed when he heard that the Jiedu Envoy was the poor scholar who had a fast meal, so he hurriedly inscribed Wang Boyuan on the wall of the temple. Cover the poems with green gauze to show respect. When Wang Bo came to Huizhao Temple, he saw the poems on the wall. The comparison between the past and the present aroused his infinite emotion, so he picked up a pen and wrote two more poems on the wall. One is: "Twenty years ago, this courtyard was visited, and the Magnolia hair salon was newly built. Now when I go to the scriptures, the tree is old and the flowerless monk has a white head." Geli bell after dinner. The dust has been blowing to the face for 20 years, and now I have only got a green sarong.' The officials who accompanied Wang Bo knew that the Jiedu envoy had such a miserable experience, and they were all deeply moved." Zhang Zhidong said: "Wang Bo's experience of being poor and studying hard when he was young is indeed very touching. Scholars from poor families should follow Wang Bo as an example. It's just that after Wang Bo made a fortune, he was not very clean as an official. He searched too much on the common people. In this point, you must remember not to learn from him in the future." Chief Shi Shan immediately emphasized: "Master Zhang said these words just now very well. We must learn from Wang Bo who endured humiliation when he was young, and we must guard against his ignorance of the people after he became a high-ranking official. In a few days, I will specially send Master Zhang Say these few words to all academicians." Yang Rui played the role of supervisor again: "According to the rules, you have to recite a poem by Wang Bo." Lu Lin said, "I've memorized two poems by Wang Bo just now, doesn't that count?" "No, no!" Yang Rui shook his head vigorously. Lu Lin scratched his head and thought for a long time, finally came up with a song, and said loudly: "In the past, I offered gifts to Jiangmei, but today I am traveling in spring, but I am sad. There are only new bamboo trees on the three paths, and the old grandson is only seen on the four sides. The place where the light is hidden between the walls, Chuan Shangning forgets when he netted. Seeing the names and surnames written on the side of the bridge, he knows that the pillars are not ridiculed." Yang Rui sneered and said, "It's another song 'Now I'm Getting a Green Sarong'. It can be seen that Wang Bo never forgets the poverty of his youth, so he is a little narrow-minded." All the scholars echoed and laughed. Zhang Zhidong raised his glass and said: "The story is well told and the poems are memorized fluently. Let's have a drink with him." Laughter started again, and the table was full of joy. Yang Shenxiu said: "We will tell more about the story Lu Lin told in the future. Whoever tells another one will try to surpass him!" At this time, a scholar named Duan Changnian was pushed out.The Duan family is a wealthy businessman in Taiyuan City. He is not very good at reading, but he is generous and generous, and he is very popular.Based on this, he was honored to be promoted as a representative and had a meal with Futai. He stood up and said, "I will tell Mr. Zhang a story about a Korean gangster returning to a prostitute." The word "return to the prostitute" aroused great interest among the young scholars, so they all put down their chopsticks and listened attentively to this romantic story connected with a prostitute. Duan Changnian touched his chubby chin, and said unhurriedly: "When Han Huang was guarding the west of Zhejiang, the famous poet Rong Yu was the governor of Qianzhou in his jurisdiction. Rong Yu has a close relationship with her as a prostitute. The general of Leying in Zhejiang heard the name of the drinking prostitute and reported it to Han Hun. Han Huang then ordered her to be called to Leying. Rong Yu was reluctant to leave the drinking prostitute, but he couldn’t keep her. At the banquet, Rong Yu wrote a lyrics for the wine prostitute. The lyrics are written like this: "I want to go to the pavilion on the Spring Breeze Lake, and the wicker and vines are the love. Five tones." Then he said to the wine prostitute, after you arrived at Master Han's place, you sang this song. When you arrived at Han Huang's place, at a banquet, the wine prostitute really sang this song. Han Hun asked her: "Rong Shijun Love you? She said yes. Asked again do you miss him? She answered yes again, and shed tears when she said that. Han Hun's face darkened when he heard it, and he said to the wine prostitute: "Go down and change clothes, wait Let me deal with you. The people who accompanied the wine at the banquet saw that Mr. Han was angry, and they all sweated for the wine prostitute. Han Huang summoned the general of Leying and said to him sternly: "Rong Shijun is a famous scholar in western Zhejiang. He You have feelings for this drunk prostitute, why did you transfer her to Leying without finding out? Isn’t it my fault? A wine prostitute with a hundred bolts of fine silk, send someone to escort her back to Qianzhou." Yang Rui said happily: "In the past, I only knew that Han Hun was a great painter in the Tang Dynasty. He painted the "Five Bulls Picture", which completely painted the shape of a cow, but he didn't know that he was also a gentleman who knew the beauty of adults. This Rong Yu is really Good luck to meet a good boss." Yang Shenxiu frowned and asked Duan Changnian: "Is Han Hun from Shanxi? I ​​remember he seems to be from Chang'an." Duan Changnian said with a smile: "I don't know where his ancestral home is, but it is true that he was made the Duke of Jin. He is the Duke of Shanxi, so it is not too outrageous to say that he is from Shanxi. Mr. Zhang , what do you say?" Zhang Zhidong said with a smile: "If you conferred the title of Duke of Jin, you are considered a native of Shanxi, but if you conferred the title of Duke of Lu, Yan Zhenqing will become a native of Shandong?" All the scholars laughed.Someone shouted: "Han Gang is not from Shanxi. If he violates the rules, he will be punished with three cups of cold water!" Zhang Zhidong smiled and said: "Punishment is to be punished, but he told a good story. When you become high-ranking officials in the future, you should be as considerate as Han Gang, and don't bully others. If you bully others, they will hate you. For a while Can't take revenge, and will vent when they have the opportunity. Therefore, since ancient times, many people who have been dismissed from office have been reviled by others, and they are in a sad situation. Rong Yu will support him as Lao Tzu. Do you think so?" All the scholars answered in unison: "Yes!" Zhang Zhidong said with a smile: "For the sake of his good storytelling, three cups of cold water will not be fined. Let's bow to everyone!" "Okay, I bow to Futai, the head of the mountain and everyone." Duan Changnian bowed respectfully to everyone. A scholar named Liu Sen didn't wait to be urged by the head teacher, and volunteered to say: "Just now Duan Changnian told the story of a drunken prostitute, which reminded me of a loving and righteous prostitute in the Tang Dynasty. She is not a fake Shanxi native. She is a real poetess of Taiyuan Prefecture. Let me tell Mr. Zhang and everyone." A prostitute poet in Taiyuan Prefecture in Tang Dynasty.Who is this person?Even Mr. Shi Laoshan, who was in the history of Broadcom in Shanxi, couldn't remember it for a while.Everyone was full of interest, and Zhang Zhidong was also suddenly interested.Everyone stared at Liu Sen. "It is said that in the first year of Emperor Dezong of Tang Dynasty, there was a scholar named Ouyang Zhan. He was a Jinshi in the same year as Han Yu, Li Guan and others. He was a gifted poet who was filial to his parents and kept his friends. A prostitute in the village had a good friend, and agreed to send a car to marry her one month after returning to Chang'an. After returning to Chang'an, Ouyang Zhan received a letter from his family saying that his mother was seriously ill and would return soon. He was distracted for a while, so he left in a hurry. Returning to his hometown in Chang’an. Ouyang Zhan is from Quanzhou, Fujian Province. It took more than two months to travel from Chang’an to Quanzhou. When his mother recovered from illness and he returned to Chang’an, half a year had passed since the appointment with the prostitute. The prostitute thought that Ouyang Zhan had changed his mind. Worrying became sick, and finally she couldn't afford it. Before she died, she cut off her hair with scissors, and sent a little sister in a brothel to Chang'an with a poem of death. The poem of death is written like this: "Since the farewell Rong Guang is half thinking and half hating Lang. Wanting to know the old-fashioned cloud bun, he opened a gold box for slaves.' When Ouyang Zhan returned to Chang'an and saw this lock of hair and this deadly word, he was so sad that he followed this prostitute We passed away together." Zhang Zhidong listened to this sad and moving story quietly, feeling mixed feelings and thoughts.From the infatuation of this Taiyuan prostitute, he thought of a woman's love affair.From the love of a woman to the warmth of his wives Shi and Wang.When they were alive in the past, how much thoughtfulness and love they gave themselves!In the two years since Mrs. Wang's death, he has never received the warmth of a woman again.A sense of nostalgia for his wife weighed heavily on Zhang Zhidong's heart.In an instant, he felt a strong desire to get another woman from the depths of his heart. Duan Changnian really wanted to bring someone who was punished to accompany him, thinking that there might be such an infatuated girl, but he had never heard of such an infatuated man, so he shouted loudly: "You made up this story! This Taiyuan person doesn’t even know that there is such a prostitute poet in Taiyuan. Stories made up can’t be counted, they will be punished, punished!” Yang Rui, Lu Lin and the others also cheered together: "Punish, punish!" Zhang Zhidong waved his hand to stop the noise of the crowd, and said in a heavy tone: "The story he told was not made up by himself, it is recorded in "Taiping Guangji". Taiyuan prostitute died because of love, Ouyang Zhan died after seeing the poem Everything is true. Ouyang Zhan's poems are also included in "Full Tang Poems." Then he turned to Liu Sen and asked, "Do you still remember the poem that Ouyang Zhan gave to the prostitute in Taiyuan?" Liu Sen said: "The poem is quite long, and I have a bad memory. I can't remember it all. I only remember the first and last four lines." Zhang Zhidong said: "Then you can recite the first and last four sentences for everyone to listen to!" Liu Sen backtracked: "The first two sentences are: 'Drive the horse gradually to feel the distance, turn back to the dust of the road.' The last two sentences are: 'Liuping and Xihu, early and late blind date.'" Zhang Zhidong sighed and said: "Taiyuan prostitutes are young, beautiful and talented, but they fall into fireworks, and their lives are not good. Ouyang Zhan was a young man. Famous for his poems and prose, but failed in his career. He was not a Jinshi until he was forty years old, and he never became a high official in his life. His life is not much better than that of a prostitute in Taiyuan. One is Liuping, the other is Xihu. , sympathetic to each other. Their love is sincere, so there is such a touching and earth-shattering incident. You are still young, and you don’t know what is true love and what is most cherished in the world. When people reach middle age, they slowly Slowly understand. It’s just that when the middle age understands, many true feelings have been dismissed flatly, and it’s too late to regret. Shi Laoshan is long, it’s getting late, let’s eat here for today’s meal! Scholars All the stories are well told, and in my opinion, the best one is the story of the Taiyuan prostitute and Ouyang Zhan. Liu Sen, I will reward you!" Liu Sen hurriedly stood up, both excited and nervous.All the scholars were also thinking: What reward will Mr. Futai give him? "Yicun, bring a pen and paper!" Yang Shenxiu took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the bookshelf.Everyone knew that Futai was going to write, so they hurriedly cleaned up the dishes. Yang Shenxiu spread out the paper.Zhang Zhidong picked up the pen, pondered for a moment, and wrote seven bold and elegant characters on the paper: While everyone was chanting silently in their hearts, another paragraph of small words appeared on the paper: Master Shi Laoshan, who has always been a sage as an example, never thought that Zhang Zhidong would write such a sentence and present it to a young student.With eyes full of doubts, he looked at Zhang Zhidong's expression that was not at all frivolous and superficial, and was puzzled.Yang Shenxiu and the other scholars saw the other side of Su Ri's upright and stern Futai through this, and they felt that they were getting closer to him spiritually.