Author Wang Zhu, whose name is Dewen, is from Ningbo. He was a famous scholar in the Northern Song Dynasty. The poem of a child prodigy written by him is an enlightening reading with wide influence.
Wang Zhu was born in a county official's family. He was smart and studious since childhood. He was able to write poetry at the age of nine, and he was known as a child prodigy. His name as a "prodigy" began with a story:
One day, the magistrate of Qinxian County led juren and scholars from the whole county to visit the Confucius icon in the Confucius Temple. After kneeling three times and knocking nine times, the county magistrate suddenly found a poem written in charcoal on the wall of the main hall:
Yan Hui watches the stars at night, and the master heads for the rain.
how many officials and officials have left, and who is willing to repair their salary?
The inscription below has the name of Wang Zhu, a nine-year-old boy.
The county magistrate looked around the main hall. Not only was the hall dilapidated, but Confucius and Yan Hui's icons were short of posts and shoulders, which really undermined their dignity and made them feel ashamed. But on second thought, how can a nine-year-old child write such a poem? I'm afraid someone is pretending to be a child and deliberately satirizing me? Thinking of this, he told the officer, "Go and find out what kind of person this Wang Zhu is and ask him to come and see me."
Wang Shu's father's name is Wang Yuanji, and he works as a petty official in the county. Because of his poor family, Wang Shu helped his family herd geese, and used the gap between herding geese at night to read and write. One day in early spring, Wang Zhu drove a group of white geese to graze in the wild. When he saw the lush grass in front of the Confucius Temple, he let the geese graze and read a book by himself under the big tree. Unexpectedly, after a sudden gust of cold wind, heavy rain fell from the sky, so I quickly put away my books and drove the geese into the Confucius Temple to shelter from the rain.
as soon as Wang Zhu entered the temple gate, he saw the bottom of the temple broken, cobwebs knotted, icons broken and bird droppings everywhere. Thought, my father used to say that the civil military commanders in the imperial court were only students of Confucius, and now they are enjoying themselves as officials one by one, but Old Master Q is sitting in such a ruined temple, and no one will take some money out to repair it. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. When he saw the charcoal left in the corner of the temple, he raised it and wrote this poem on the wall, only to be discovered by the county magistrate.
When the county magistrate inquired about Wang Zhu, Wang Yuanji was just standing by, so he quickly knelt down and said, "This Wang Mo is a despicable villain and offended your honor. Let me call him and listen to your master's lesson!"
Wang Yuanji rushed home in a hurry. When he saw Wang Zhu, he said, "You've made a big mistake! We're in big trouble! Come with me to see the master! "
Wang Zhu asked, puzzled, "My son studies all day, herds geese, keeps his place, and never does anything immoral. Where does the disaster come from?"
"where to start? What poem did you write in the Confucius Temple? Your master found it today and asked me to call you to teach you a lesson. "
"what's the disaster? Isn't everything written by the child true? I'm going to see him with dad. "
Wang Zhu went to the Confucius Temple with his father and met the county magistrate. The magistrate asked, "Did you write the poem on this wall?"
Wang Zhu answered unhurriedly, "Exactly, please ask your master for advice?"
"Why did you write such a poem?"
Wang Zhu said, "As long as you look at this temple, can you still not know the purpose of writing this poem?"
the county magistrate was secretly pleased to see his answer, but he still had doubts. Then he said, "So you wrote this poem, and that's a child prodigy!" " When the county magistrate saw that Wang Zhu was wearing short clothes, he laughed, "It's just that the clothes of a child prodigy are so short, sir. I have never seen a child prodigy wearing such short clothes!"
Wang Zhu didn't believe that the poem was written by him when he heard the county magistrate. His eyes rolled, and his mind came to him. In front of everyone, he bowed to the county magistrate and blurted out,
A child prodigy has short shirts and sleeves, which makes the spring breeze.
I didn't go to the Emperor of Heaven, so I came to pay my respects first.
when the magistrate heard this, he was very talented. He was overjoyed and said, "A good poem is a child prodigy! It will be a great success in the future! Have a reward! Have a reward!
because of this, the name of Wang Zhu's prodigy has spread around Ningbo. In the third year of Song Yuanfu's reign (AD 11), he entered the earth, taught Professor Mingzhou, wrote "An Exegesis of the Spring and Autumn Period", went through the official and went to the Xianwendian University, raised Taizhou's Taoist Temple, built a room in the West Mountain, and called all Confucianism to give lectures. The villagers called his room "Confucianism Hall."
the poem of a prodigy compiled by Wang Zhu has been circulated in the world in the form of five-character jingles, which has far-reaching influence at home and abroad. In order to avoid oblivion, it is recorded as follows:
Poems of prodigies
The son of heaven values heroes and heroes, and the article teaches Er Cao;
everything is inferior, but reading is high.
if you are young, you must study hard, and your articles can stand on your feet;
Zhu Zigui was full of scholars.
Diligence in learning is rewarded, and thousands of books is the window of fireflies;
three winters are enough for today, who laughs with an empty stomach.
I have learned a lot since I was a child, and I have a high ambition all my life.
Others have swords, but I have a pen like a knife.
the court is Tian Shelang, and it is the hall of the emperor at dusk;
a man should be self-reliant.
learning is the room of the body, and Confucianism is the treasure on the table;
as a prime minister, you must use scholars.
Mo Daoru's mistakes, poetry and books are worthy of people;
if you are up to speed, you will be better off if you are poor.
How can I teach my children once they have won all the money?
name book brocade axis, Zhu zizuo's court.
there are thousands of meanings in ancient times, so it is necessary to learn before learning;
sages and sages are born among themselves, so that children can be educated.
prodigy's shirt is short, and the sleeves make the spring breeze;
I didn't go to the Emperor of Heaven, so I came to pay my respects first.
Although young, there are more and more articles;
I'll pass the exam in one fell swoop after waiting for the 15th and 16th.
compared with the times, the township books are promoted by classes;
The title of the immortal Guiji, Tianfu will be published first.
I like the selection of young people and money, so I can be high-handed and handsome;
The firefly window is newly lost, and the Wild Goose Pagoda was named earlier.
When I first ascended the throne in early years, the emperor was proud to return;
there is a third-class wave in Yumen, and there is a thunder on the ground.
when the parents are not old, they will enter the subject at one stroke;
jinyi returned to her hometown, and it was a man.
the jade palace handed down the golden list, which was a gift from the monarch;
Three hundred heroes, accompany me to Yingzhou.
a generous husband will be loyal and filial;
to be an official, you must make a picture and strive for the first place.
palaces beckon and shrug, and streets compete for things;
the wind and cloud will meet today, and the emperors will live forever.
the sun shines and the moon shines, and the mountains and rivers are strong and the emperor lives;
peace is beyond reward, and I wish to write for thousands of years.
after a long drought, when it comes to sweet rain, you meet an old friend in another country;
On the wedding night, when the gold medal is in name only.
the earth pulse is harmonious and dynamic, and the young flowers are full of new eyes;
a plum is broken, and everything is rejuvenated.
the willow color is soaked in green, and the peach blossom reflects wine red;
You visit Yezi in Chang 'an, and you get drunk with the spring breeze every day.
In March after Shujing, the warbler flowers are already semi-sparse;
after a bath, I sigh and return.
after a little rain, I have a cold food;
at the hair of azaleas, blood and tears are dyed into Dan.
Spring is clear and bright, and sunny days are beautiful;
at this festival every year, it rains a lot.
at dusk in fengge, it's cool in the open porch;
Yuehua is in Hubai, where can I deliver lotus fragrance?
When the rain begins, Jin Min sends it to cool.
the book window should be self-refreshing, and the lights are long at night.
under the court, melons and fruits are aged, and floats are smelled in the clouds;
arguing is like Hao Longzi, only drying the books in his stomach.
On the ninth day, Longshan drinks, and Huanghua laughs and chases ministers;
drunk watching the wind fall off the hat, dancing and loving the moon to keep people.
climb the mountain yesterday, and lift it again today;
Chrysanthemum lotus is too bitter, so it's a double ninth festival.
the northern emperor ordered that the weather be fine and the sun be peaceful;
the peasants and workers build new soil, and Tianqing Na Jiahe.
three poles outside the eaves, a new line is added;
when you go on stage to watch the weather, the clouds and things are happy.
It's better to raise money in winter and return to bucket handle in spring;
a friendly greeting lasts one night, and a guest's temples urge him for two years.
Three autumn leaves can bloom in February;
when you cross the river and wave in thousands of feet, you will enter the bamboo.
When people are in the sun, the peach blossoms are red.
every year in February and March, the spring breeze comes at the bottom.
the courtyard is dark and the flowers are fragrant with snow;
a branch with light rain and tears wet the imperial concubine's makeup.
the branches are covered with frost and white, and there is no word to smile at Xiaofeng;
Qing Fang, who is the couple, has a small pink color.
show respect for your country, and open more wealthy families;
after a visit to linxuan, there are thousands of flowers.
There is a plum in the corner, and Lingzhai blooms alone;
knowing from afar is not snow, but dimfragrance.
Ke Gan is like a stone, and his heart is firm and resistant to the cold of the year;
whoever makes friends in life should look at the bamboo pine.
there is no gentleman in residence, and friendship can withstand the cold of the year;
where the spring breeze is frequent, the daily newspaper is safe.
The spring water is full of beautiful scenery, and there are many strange peaks in Xia Yun;
the autumn moon shines brightly, and the winter ridge shows solitary pine.
Poetry, wine, piano, chess, romance;
you are famous for your leisure and wealth, and nothing can distract you.
The Taoist Academy welcomes the Xianke, and the calligraphy hides Confucianism;
the court cut off the phoenix bamboo and raised the arowana in the pond.
Visit the fragrant grassland in spring and enjoy the green lotus pond in summer;
autumn iron yellow wine, winter snow poetry.