Chapter 34 Section VII

I grew up in a poor magistrate's family... Mibu Tadazen began to narrate. I tasted the taste of poverty when I was young, so since I became sensible, I made up my mind that no matter what, I must go to Beijing to seek a higher official position. "It's really not good to have a low official position. Unless you are a high-ranking official, you can't live a normal life at all." This is the mantra of Zhongcen's father. Zhongcen likes writing waka very much.Although the writing is not very good, but I have been able to compose pretty good Waka since I was a child. Zhongcen wanted to make a living out of waka, so whenever there was a waka competition, he relied on a channel thinner than a spider's thread to sell his works desperately.However, it fails every time.

If you have money, you can not only get more powerful channels, but also increase the chances of promoting your works.However, Zhong Cen not only has nothing to do, but also has no connections or acquaintances in the capital. For this reason, he once cursed his father's incompetence, and even complained about his own life experience.As time passed, he gradually realized that he also lacked waka ability. Although the work is not bad, it is only good, and it is not up to the benchmark for entry. Having said that, I can tell the good and bad of Waka. As long as you hear others recite, you can immediately judge the level of the other party's works.In other words, it is possible to tell the difference between a masterpiece and a mediocre one.

Zhong Cen noticed this.Therefore, he also knows how many brushes he has in his waka talents. "Having the ability to appreciate waka and being able to compose waka seem to be two different things." Zhongcen said. That year, Zhongcen came to the capital again to promote his waka, but he was still unable to do what he wanted, and he realized more and more painfully that he really lacked waka talent. The travel expenses he brought were all spent, and he had no money to go back to his hometown, so Zhongcen had no choice but to come to Ruishan. Forget it, give up Waka.If I can return to my hometown safely this time, I probably won't go to Beijing again.

I will no longer write waka in the future. Zhongcen climbed the mountain with such thoughts, and he couldn't help crying as he climbed. It's spring.It is the season of wild cherry blossoms.In front of the mountain path, you can see the cherry blossoms that have already bloomed. The branches of the wild cherry blossoms droop due to the weight of the petals. There is no wind around, but the petals of the cherry blossoms are falling colorfully. In the whole new green mountain, only the area where the wild cherry blossoms are blooming is covered with a hazy white light. What a beautiful view this is...

Apart from writing waka, I don't have any other talents.And this only waka talent is actually inferior to others. At a young age, Zhong Cen has already seen through his own talent. In Zhongcen's eyes, white cherry blossoms are a sad color. At this time, Zhongcen heard a solemn voice from nowhere. It's a masterpiece, and, well, deja vu.Strange, where did you hear that? Just when Zhongcen was puzzled, the voice of reciting the same waka came to his ears again.How strange.Then again, who was reciting this waka at that time? The voice seemed to come from the cherry blossoms blooming in front of me.However, it seemed to come from above the cherry tree.However, there was no one on the cherry blossom branches, and there was no one around.

I see.It turned out to be "Manyoshu". There is indeed this waka of unknown author in "Manyoshu". Zhongcen followed that solemn voice and began to recite it himself. As soon as the voice finished reading a sentence, Zhong Cen spoke out the next sentence. After finishing the reading, a series of hearty laughter suddenly came from above the trunk of the cherry blossoms. However, no matter how hard Zhong Cen looked, he still couldn't find anyone. Zhongcen wondered to himself, could it be some ghost that people can't see but loves waka? It must be the ghost who saw the cherry blossoms in full bloom in the mountains, fell in love with the magnificent beauty of the cherry blossoms at first sight, and couldn't help reciting the familiar waka.

However, even though the other party was a ghost, Zhong Cen didn't feel any fear at all. Back then, that was all. After returning to Shejin Country, a few days later, on a certain night, Zhongcen was thinking hard again.It turned out that he wanted to compose waka again. It was late at night. However, no matter how hard I racked my brains, I still couldn't squeeze out a word. It seems that since he realized his lack of talent, he has been unable to write a single word more than before. "Lichun..." Zhongcen read out a word. The beginning words feel pretty good.But it should be followed by "I want to come" or another word, Zhong Cen is hesitant.

"Lichun..." Zhongcen read out again. Suddenly, someone's voice sounded from nowhere: "It's almost the beginning of spring, Yoshino Haru is late in Japan..." "Yoshino?" Zhong Cen read out. "... Where did Bao Xia come from?" Someone's voice ended the sentence. A waka was completed beautifully. "Who is it?" Zhong Cen asked out loud. "It's me, it's me," the voice answered. "I?" "It's me. Didn't we meet in Ruishan a few days ago?" the voice said. "At that time?" The voice didn't answer who he was, but instead asked Zhongcen: "How? Do you want me to compose a waka for you?"

"Waka?" "That's right. You were very troubled at the time, thinking that you lacked waka talent?" "Aren't you a ghost yourself?" "Yes, I am what you call a ghost. However, I was not born a ghost." "yes……" "Do you know the waka in the "Manyoshu" of 'Looking at the light green field, the field is like a sunset, it is fragrant and colorful, and the cherry blossoms are also beautiful'?" "Of course I know. Didn't you recite this waka under the cherry blossom tree in Mount Eizan that day?"

"This waka with an unknown author is exactly my work." The ghost raised his voice. "real?" "Among my works, besides this one is still alive, there are one or two others. And the author is unknown. It's really sad, it's really heart-wrenching." The ghost became more and more passionate, "Such a thing can Do you forgive me?" Ow! Ow! The ghost burst into tears. "After I died, it was because I was too attached to this waka that I was unable to become a Buddha and became a ghost now." The voice of the ghost also said that after becoming a ghost, whenever he sees beautiful cherry blossoms, he will naturally open his mouth and recite his waka.

"Don't you want to participate in the waka competition?" "Thinking..." "Then let me compose the waka. I will help you compose the waka, and you can take my waka to the competition." "Can I compete?" "Of course, because I did it." The ghost replied. The ghost said again, aren't you going to give up Waka?That being the case, that’s fine, I will write the waka, you will take pleasure in participating in the waka competition, and I will take pleasure in my waka being recited at the competition venue.Isn't that great? Zhong Cen was confused for a while, and finally agreed to the ghost's proposal. Since then, whenever Zhongcen received a notice of a waka competition, the ghost would appear. "I'm here." The ghost said every time, "What should I write this time? By the way, how about this?" And every time he happily helped Zhongcen compose a waka. In this way, one year has passed, and three years have passed... "As a result, that ghost also possessed his son Zhong Jian until today." Zhong Cen said to Qingming and Boya.