Beauty is made by heaven and earth, by manpower and by hands. From a distance, it looks like a general's hat, and from a close look, it looks like an indigo robe. Like steamed bread, but bottomless, like sesame seed cake. Wowotou laughed on his back: I am better than going to North Korea today! The future is temporarily hidden, and the glory will only appear when it comes.
Looking back, there were rich people everywhere. The master never talks about it, and the director is lazy. Ordinary companions intersect with handmaiden and beggar. Look at me coldly again: say that my skin is rough, my face is dark and thick, my head and cerebellum are small, and I am angry; And I was burned in the fire, soaked to the skin, burned all over, bitten with my mouth open, and used to feed chickens and cats. Endless grievances, I also have a mouth.
In a blink of an eye, the years are short and hungry, and the wind and rain can't be adjusted. When the price rises, the sentence is twice as high; Great product, changed face. The master came back happily, and the master's wife made it herself. The servants all miss my coat, so I will come here sooner or later. Begging my street to call dad and leave my bachelor. Come to my door and cry; No matter how many grandparents I call, it is hard to see my beauty.
I didn't betray my country and play politics, I faked it. I really have the means to bring back the dead, and I am worthy of being a hero who helps the poor. It is better than pill powder that tonifies deficiency and strengthens strength, and Dan ointment that saves people from suffering. I can't get there. There is a fire in my throat, and there is smoke in the roar of burning. My mouth is very dry. I can't help crying. Noisy in the five internal organs. I can't help but see flowers at the moment, and the wind blows down; If I don't arrive, it won't be interesting to sit around without his glib hero. I didn't realize that the task of wagging my belly and tail was to bend over. If I don't arrive, the elm willow will suffer, and the skin leaves will go. I didn't arrive, and the girl who didn't go out can't be ashamed. Everyone begged me and every family was crying and screaming.
Wait a minute. Today people value me, that is, the ancients. Who doesn't treat me as a treasure? The name of the general I saved is actually higher in ability: I can't reach it, Dashun plows the wilderness in the shade, picking flowers and picking EU, and Chu Yang is hungry; I didn't arrive, Wu Zixu had oral sex in Danyang; I didn't arrive, Liang Wudi starved to death in Taicheng, Confucius had no food, and his followers were very angry. Laughing at me faintly makes me often sneer: Laughing means that the person who laughs at me holds me in both hands. Those who despise me now know that those who win me will never change their faces all day; The man who lost me changed his face in three days. Excuse me, schedule, let's talk about who is short, who is low and who is tall. You can't even beat me, so you can't pretend to be any character or accent.
In Zhongqian Village, Luqiao Town, Weishan County, during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, there was a Zhongxiang River, which was said to be the Venus in the sky.
Zhong Xiangxi was born in a poor family and often lacked food and firewood. He followed the example of Yan Hui, a disciple of Confucius. He lives in a shabby alley, dressed in rags, drinking a spoonful of food and enjoying reading. When he was young, he was famous for writing good articles.
This year coincides with the opening of the exam in Beijing. Every four years, Zhong Xiangxi studies classics hard and learns a lot. Even if he lacks travel expenses, he has to take the exam. Before he left, his wife washed his patched rags, steamed several pots of sorghum steamed bread for him, and filled a bag full of them as meals for a thousand-mile trip.
Zhong Xiangxi bid farewell to his loving mother and wife, carrying a bag of sorghum buns, and embarked on a journey to catch the exam. He walks during the day and stays at night. Eat a cool wowotou when you are hungry and drink a bowl of mountain spring water when you are thirsty. Seeing that the number of wowotou in his pocket decreased day by day, and there were two wowotou left in his pocket, he rushed to the examination room in Beijing. Who knows, the examination period has passed and three games have been played. It doesn't matter this night, in four years. A loving mother and a good wife at home are still eagerly looking forward to their coming home to be the number one scholar in the middle school, but I didn't even enter the examination room, so I was ashamed to go to my hometown, relatives and friends. Along the way, I slept in the wind and went through hardships. Zhong Xiangxiang thought of this, and his clothes couldn't help getting wet. Later, he simply stood beside two sorghum wowotou and burst into tears. The cries of sadness and anger alarmed the idle people. Guys, you're holding me back and asking me endless questions. When everyone knew that he was a Confucian scholar who missed the exam, some felt sorry for him, and some accompanied him to tears.
Coincidentally, on this day, Emperor Qianlong made a private visit incognito learn about the selection of talents and abilities in the examination room. Emperor Qianlong saw two hard and shiny sorghum wotou guarding Zhongxiang River, and his heart was very painful. I was moved by compassion. I know that this Confucian scholar may be a talented person. Why don't I give him a chance to make up the exam? So Emperor Qianlong pointed to Wowotou and said to Zhongxiang River, "Don't cry, just write a poem with this Wowotou!" They were suspicious and looked at each other. Ready-made Four Treasures of the Study pen, ink and paper inkstone. Zhong Xiang was overjoyed, with a writing brush in his hand, and absorbed in meditation. He stared at the Wowotou that accompanied him day and night, thought about it, and felt that the past was unbearable, and the world was cold and sad. I saw him covered in thick ink and his pen was swept away by the wind. The pen is full of tears, a little blood, and completed a masterpiece "Wowofu" that shocked the world and made the gods cry.
Zhong Xiangxi's "Wo Wo Fu" uses Wo Wo's words to describe Wo Wo's experience in a comparative way, which shows that Wo Wo has played a great role in people's lives, especially in the lives of the poor. However, Zhong Xiang -xi's description of Wo Wo actually expressed his personal grief and indignation.
At that time, Emperor Qianlong saw Wowofu and even said yes. Make up the Chinese Xianghe Jinshi, and be transferred to this ambassador. Zhong Xiangxi didn't pass the exam, but he became the secretary of the emperor, relying on an article "Lie Lie Fu". Zhong Xiangxi and his article "Wo Wo Fu" is a legendary story in southwest Shandong, and he is called "Wo Wo Jinshi".
Zhong Tanyao (? -1742), real name, word direction, paradise, is the sixty-fifth generation grandson of Nakako. He is young and poor, determined to study hard, gifted and knowledgeable. According to legend, in the first year of Qianlong (A.D. 1736), he went to Beijing to catch the exam and fell seriously ill on the way. He arrived in Beijing after his recovery, and the examination period has passed. At this time, he was penniless and had no way to go home. He had no choice but to wander the streets and make a living by selling poems, and was ridiculed by some boring literati. He was very angry. I happened to meet Gan Long, who visited incognito. When I saw him complaining, I asked him why. He told me about the mistake of taking the exam because of illness. In order to test his literary talent, Gan Long ordered him to write an article about eating Wowotou. He quickly wrote "Wo Wo Fu", which Gan Long enjoyed very much after reading it. At that time, he was awarded the title of "Imperial Scholar". The article "Wowofu" is also widely praised throughout the country, and it is almost a household name, known to all women and children.
After Zhong Zhuo became a scholar, he was soon changed and scattered, and was awarded editor and editor. He served as deputy examiner of Hubei examiner for three years (1738) and as road supervisor of Shaanxi for five years (1740). After he became an official, he criticized the extravagance and waste of imperial festivals and showed superhuman courage. After reading it, Gan Long was very unhappy, but knowing that he was loyal to the monarch and criticized correctly, he accepted his advice and promoted him to Dr. Suggestion.
In the sixth year of Qianlong (174 1), in March, Zhong impeached Wu Jiaju, the commander of the important step army and assistant minister of Hubei Province, and exposed that they illegally took bribes of more than 10,000 taels of silver and more than 2,000 taels of gold in the case of Xu and Yu Changgeng. Eshan is the trusted minister of Qianlong, and Qianlong defends him. Zhong argued that the case should be investigated in person. At his insistence, Qianlong had to send several famous ministers to make an impartial investigation. As a result, the facts were conclusive, and Eshan was hanged reluctantly. Ministers involved in the case, such as Wu Jiaju and Chen Hao, were also dismissed. Zhong also received a commendation from Qianlong and was promoted to the imperial capital.
In the seventh year of Qianlong (1742), the descendants of Eshan found an opportunity to frame Zhong for revealing the secrets of the imperial court and were dismissed for investigation. He was worried and angry and died in prison. Because officials are incorruptible, they don't even have money to buy coffins after their death. His master raised money to buy a coffin and buried it on the northeast slope of Zhongqian Village. His deeds were recorded in the Biography of 700 Celebrities in Qing Dynasty, and his unjust death also caused the grief of Beijing officials. A student in Jiangxi, Cui Mo, wrote him an elegy:
The gloomy clouds and fog make the spring chill, and the matter is over.
Throughout the ages, several people are proud, and Jiuyuan is loyal to the liver.
It's easy to donate if the family style is not reversed, but it's difficult for me to punish the Lord if I'm guilty.
Suffering is a regret in prison, and illness has nothing to do with it.
Therefore, for hundreds of years, the story of Jinshi Zhong has been sung by people around Beihu Lake.