There is the original poem below, the fourth line from the bottom.
Spring waters are all over the ocean, and Xia Yun has many strange peaks. The autumn moon is bright and the winter ridge is solitary and loose.
The author, Zi, is from Ningbo. He was a famous scholar in the Northern Song Dynasty. The poem of a prodigy written by him is an enlightening book with wide influence.
Wang Zhu was born in a county magistrate's family, and he was smart and studious since childhood. He can write poetry at the age of nine and is known as a child prodigy. His title of "child prodigy" began with such a story:
One day, the magistrate of Qinxian county led the county juren and scholar to visit Confucius icon in Confucius Temple. After three kneels and nine knocks, the magistrate suddenly found a poem written in charcoal on the wall of the hall:
Yan Hui watches the stars at night, and the master walks in the rain.
How many officials have been issued since then, and who is willing to repair their money?
The inscription below bears the name of a nine-year-old boy, Wang Zhu.
When the county magistrate looked around the hall, it was not only dilapidated, but also the icons of Confucius and Yan Hui lacked shoulders, which was really detrimental to their dignity and shameful. 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 said to the officer, "Go and find out what kind of person this Wang Zhu is and invite him to see me."
Wang Shu's father, Wang Yuanji, is a small official in the county. Because of his poor family, Wang Shu helped the family to keep geese, and used the gap between geese at night to read and write. One day in early spring, Wang Zhu drove a flock of white geese to graze in the wild. He saw the green grass in front of the Confucius Temple, so he let the geese eat grass and read by themselves under the big tree. Unexpectedly, after a sudden cold wind, it began to rain heavily. 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. I thought, my father used to say that all the officials in the imperial court were just students of Confucius, and now they enjoy being officials one by one, while Old Master Q is sitting in such a ruined temple, and no one will spare any money to repair it. The more he thinks about it, the angrier he gets. Seeing the charcoal left in the corner of the temple, he lifted it up and wrote this poem on the wall, only to be found by the county magistrate.
When the county magistrate asked Wang Zhu, Wang Yuanji just stood by and said, "This Wang Mo is a despicable traitor and offended adults. Wait till I call him and listen to your master's lesson! "
Wang Yuanji hurried home. When he saw Wang Zhu, he said, "You have created a catastrophe! We're in big trouble! Come with me to see master! "
Wang Zhu asked inexplicably, "My son studies all day, herds geese, keeps his place, and never does anything immoral. Where did the disaster start? "
"Also said where to start? What poems did you write in Confucius Temple? Your master found out today and asked me to call you to teach you a lesson. "
"What's the disaster. Isn't everything written by children true? I'm going to see him with my father. "
Wang Zhu went to the Confucius Temple with his father and met the county magistrate. The magistrate asked, "Did you write this poem on this wall?"
Wang Zhu answered unhurriedly: "Exactly, please ask your master?"
"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 magistrate exulted at his answer, but he still had doubts. Then he said, "So you wrote this poem. What a prodigy!" When the magistrate saw that Wang Zhu was wearing short clothes, he smiled and said, "It's just that the clothes of prodigies are short, sir." . Never seen a child prodigy wear such short clothes! "
Wang Zhu recognized the county magistrate, but he still didn't believe that this poem was written by him. As soon as his eyes turned, he became smart, bowed to the county magistrate in front of everyone, and blurted out:
The prodigy's shirt is very short, and the sleeves are spring breeze.
I didn't go to the emperor's, so I came to pay homage to "xianggong" first.
The county magistrate listened, very talented. He was overjoyed and said, "Good poetry is a child prodigy! It will be a great success in the future! There is a reward! There is a reward!
Master, the name of Wang Zhu prodigy has spread all over Ningbo. In the year of Song San (A.D. 1 100), he was buried, taught Professor Mingzhou, and wrote "An Exegesis of the Spring and Autumn Period". He went from an official to a university student in Xianwendian, promoting the Taoist temple in Taizhou, and built a room in Xishan, calling it "Confucius Temple".
The child prodigy poems compiled by Wang Zhu have spread in the world in the form of five-character poems, which have had a far-reaching impact at home and abroad. In order to avoid being forgotten, this is recorded as follows:
Prodigy poetry
The son of heaven attaches great importance to heroes, and the article teaches two Cao; Nothing, but reading is high.
If you are young, you must study hard so that the article can stand; Zhu Zigui is full of scholars.
Learning hard, firefly window thousands of books; Three winters are enough for today, and whoever laughs is empty.
From elementary school to many things, I have high aspirations in life; Others have swords, and I have pens like knives.
The dynasty was Tian Shelang, and the emperor was in court; There are no seeds at home, and men should be self-reliant.
Learning is the room of the body, and Confucianism is the treasure of the table; As a prime minister, you must use scholars.
Mo Daoru's crown is wrong, and poetry and books pay off; If you are rich, you will help the world, while if you are poor, you will benefit your health.
If children are full of money, how can they be taught once? Famous book Jinzhou, Zhu Zizuo court.
There are thousands of words in ancient times, and you must learn after learning; Sages and sages all come out, so it is a child.
The prodigy's shirt is very short, and the sleeves are spring breeze; I didn't go to the emperor's, so I came to pay homage to "xianggong" first.
Although young, there are more and more articles; Wait for 15 and 16, and I will pass the exam in one fell swoop.
When the big ratio was due, the township book was promoted step by step; The title is Xian Guiji, and Tianfu will ascend first.
I like the selection of money in youth, only high-pressure handsome; The firefly window is newly lost, and the Wild Goose Pagoda has long been famous.
At the beginning of the year, the emperor proudly returned; Yumen has three waves and one thunder.
Enter the subject in one fell swoop, when parents are not old; Jinyi returned to her hometown with a man.
The jade palace passed the gold medal list, and the king gave me a gift; Three hundred heroes, accompany me to Yingzhou.
Generous ambition, loyalty and filial piety; To be an official, you must have a plan and strive for the first place.
The palace is called left and right, and the street is fighting for things; The wind and cloud will meet today, and the emperor will live forever.
The sun and the moon are in the sky, and the mountains and rivers are strong and the emperor is born; Peace cannot be reported, but hope to write for a thousand years.
I met an old friend in another country after a long drought. On their wedding night, when to be no.1.
The earth pulse moves in the sun, and the young flowers are full of new eyes; When a plum branch breaks, everything recovers.
The willow color is soaked in green, and the peach blossom reflects wine red; Traveling in Chang 'an, you get drunk with the spring breeze every day.
In March, it was already semi-sparse; Whose son is released by bathing, and he returns with three sighs.
Counting the sound of rain, a cold food came; Rhododendron hair, blood and tears stained Dan.
Beautiful spring, beautiful sunny days; It rains at the end of this festival every year.
At dusk in Fengge, the open gallery is slightly cool; Yuehua is in Hu Bai, where is the lotus fragrance?
When the rain begins to harvest Ji, send it to cool down. The book window should be self-refreshing, and the night is long and the lights are long.
Chen melon and fruit is in court, floating in the clouds; Struggle is like Hao, just drying books in the stomach.
On the 9 th, Longshan drank alcohol, and Huanghua laughed and chased the minister; Watching the autumn wind blow off my hat, moon, moon, moon.
I climbed the mountain yesterday and lifted it today; Chrysanthemum lotus is too bitter, and it is the Double Ninth Festival.
The northern emperor ordered the weather to be fine, loved the sun and loved peace; Agricultural workers build new soil, and the weather is fine and the harvest is fine.
Three days outside the eaves, a new line was added; Watching the weather on the stage, the clouds are happy.
Raise in winter and return to bucket handle in spring; Greetings are every other night, and guests are urged for two years.
Three autumn leaves can bloom in February; Thousands of feet crossed the river and entered the bamboo.
People are in the sun, peach blossoms are red; Every February and March, everything laughs at the spring breeze.
The courtyard is dark and the flowers are fragrant; A light rain, tears wet the royal makeup.
The cream makeup is white, and Xiaofeng smiles without a word; Fang Qing in this couple is pink.
Pour out different national appearances and open more giants; After winning the prize from Lin Xuan, it became bright and colorful.
There is plum in the corner, and Zhai Ling is alone; I know from a distance that it is not snow, but Dimfragrance.
Dry as a stone, strong in heart against the cold of the year; The friends in life should be * * * bamboo pine.
There is no gentleman at home, and friendship can stand the cold of the years; The spring breeze often moves, and the daily newspaper is safe.
Spring is full, and Xia Yun has many strange peaks; The autumn moon is bright and the winter ridge is solitary and loose.
Poetry, wine, chess, calligraphy and painting, romance; Fame is idle and rich, and nothing is scattered.
Daoyuan welcomes Xianke, and the book hides Confucianism; The court cut down the phoenix bamboo and raised the arowana in the pool.
Tour the grassland in spring and enjoy the green lotus pond in summer; Autumn iron rice wine, winter snow poem.