Ancient and modern famous league, there must be comments! ! Come on! !

Pears are sour in the abdomen.

Jin Shengtan was sentenced to death by the court because he offended the emperor and was involved in the case of "Crying Temple against Grain". On the day of the execution, it was bleak and solemn, and a small graveyard in Fiona Fang was surrounded by swords and shadows, which seemed eerie. Jin Shengtan, a literary critic who despised the imperial court, stood alone in the prison car with his chest as thin as a snake and shackles. On the execution ground, the executioner held a ghost knife, and the cold light shone, which was creepy and chilling. Seeing that the execution time is coming, Jin Shengtan's two sons, Li and Lian Zi (nickname), are even more sad when they look at their loving father who is about to leave forever, and they burst into tears. Although Jin Shengtan was sad, he took his time and thought faster. To comfort his son, he said calmly, "What's the use of crying? Come on, I'll write you a couplet. "So he sang the first couplet. My son knelt on the ground and cried his throat dry, and his intestines were about to crack, so he couldn't bear to write couplets. He thought for a moment and said, "get up, don't cry, I'll make you a couplet." Then read the next couplet. The audience was very moved and sad. The word "Lian" and "Xi" in the first pair of couplets are homophonic, indicating that I am deeply sorry to see my son's grief; The homonym of "pear" and "Li" in the second couplet means that I am about to leave my son, and my heart is bitter. This pair of farewell to life and death, superb, meticulous, punning, rigorous confrontation, can be described as superb, shocking. I saw a flash of cold light, accompanied by this earth-shattering, weeping eternal swan song, a generation of talented people and literary superstars fell prematurely.

Jin Shengtan wrote an inscription.

Running water today;

The predecessor of the bright moon.

-Jin Shengtan inscribed Buddhist scriptures

Singing Taibai poems through the ages;

Dajiangdong went to the undergraduate course.

-Jin Shengtan's research

There are few real scholars in the world;

There have been many disappointments since ancient times.

-Jin Shengtan feels the status quo

A civil servant with a small face;

Treacherous court official in three dynasties.

-uncle Qian's

Jin Shengtan's uncle, Qian, is a crafty and cynical person. He was originally the minister of rites under Ming Chongzhen, and later Li Zicheng went to Beijing. He turned to Ma Shiying, a traitor from Nanming. Seeing that Nanming was about to fall, the Qing soldiers went south. He changed his face, knelt down and surrendered, and became an assistant minister of the Qing Dynasty. On this day, assistant minister Qian celebrated his birthday, and Jin Shengtan went to celebrate his birthday. At the banquet, the two shook their heads and congratulated each other. Unique Jin Shengtan with a straight face, supercilious and silent. After three rounds of drinking, a guest who made a fortune came to kiss up to him. He said, "Mr. Qian, your nephew, Mr. Jin Xianggong, is a talent from the south of the Yangtze River. Today's event is just to buy a wine paper and open your eyes. " At that time, it received rave reviews, but Jin Shengtan did not refuse. He stood up and smiled faintly. "It's very kind of you to refuse, so I have to make a fool of myself. Just mention a couplet! " I saw Jin Shengtan holding a bucket pen full of thick ink and writing: "A civilian with a small face; Everyone was shocked when they saw it. Shifan's hand, which was smoothing his beard, trembled and unconsciously pulled out some beards. Thought, this boy is too arrogant! Can these seven words be scribbled? I saw that Jin Shengtan wrote four big characters unhurriedly: "Elder of the Three Dynasties ..." All the guests smiled when they saw it. Qian Shilang was afraid that Jin Shengtan would come again, and he put up his thumb: "People are lucky, real talents!" " "Who knows Jin Shengtan laughed coldly, did not hesitate, finished writing" brush brush ",threw a pen and went away. When everyone looked at it, they saw that Jin Shengtan had written fourteen words: "A civilian with a small face; Treacherous court officials in the Three Dynasties. " Qian Qian B's eyes turned white, his hands and feet were cold, and he couldn't say a word.

Taiwan Province pavilions, such as wealth, will be there when the time comes;

A well-known Arbor Day will last for a long time.

-Jin Shengtan's research

Big boy, walking around the streets, shopping from south to north;

Young old people, sitting on the couch, read from the solstice in winter to the spring and autumn in summer.

-Jin Shengtan's writing skills

There is a full moon in the sky, a half moon on the ground, and a half moon every month;

Tonight is the end of the year, the year of the Ming Dynasty, year after year.

-Jin Shengtan topic seasonal festivals

One Mid-Autumn Festival, Jin Shengtan occasionally surfed the Internet, but struggled to surf the Internet in the middle of the night. The next day, he wrote this on the online wall and meditated every day, but he couldn't do it well. It was not until New Year's Eve that the group celebrated its birthday. His wife sighed, "Tonight is the last day, and tomorrow is the beginning of the year." Hearing this, Jinsheng jumped up and said, "The bottom line is right!" Then I continued to write the bottom line on the wall.

The old man is willing to give up a few pennies, and it is enough to add a few years to the monk's sermon. Hu Weiwei, the golden couple led the sky; Ah, the jade emperor is too poor to love rich people;

That woman stole two pieces of meat. It's enough to break the rules and bring meat and punch two mouths. Why bother? Send a horse face and a cow head to hell. Ha, ha, ha, the prince values livestock over the people.

-Jin Shengtan's title stage (4 1+4 1=82 words)

====================================================================

Jin Shengtan's comment on the 44th couplet of Water Margin

Li Kui jy suddenly had a holiday;

Sung river is not true after all.

Song Jiang Ye Sheng is worse than death;

Li Kui jy's mother died and was born benign.

Li Kui jy met a ghost in the village with her mother;

Song Jiang takes the Lord, and the stockade sees God.

Sung river Ye Can can't bear to see a living robber;

Li Kui jy Niang can't wait to see the dead blade.

When Li Kui jy met a ghost, he saw two axes.

Song Jiang met God and received three volumes of gobbledygook.

Song Jiang met Xuan Nv, and Xuan Nv was a treacherous man.

Li Kui jy met the white rabbit, which was purely filial.

When Li Kui jy brought her mother home, she brought two real tigers.

Song Jiang brought three fake books when he returned to my grandfather.

====================================================================

Jin Shengtan's Response and Co-writing

Jin Shengtan's Response to Old People's Couplets

The cat squatted on the wall, the wind blew its hair, but the hair didn't move the cat; (Middle-aged)

The eagle stands in the treetops, and the moon shines, but the shadow moves the eagle. (old man)

-Appendix: How do the elderly cope with middle-aged people?

Jin Shengtan commented on many ancient classics in his life, and once called Li Sao, Zhuangzi, Historical Records, Poems of Du Fu, The Water Margin and The West Chamber as the "Six Talented Books" in the world. There are also two books, The Water Margin and The West Chamber, which are very original. Later, The Romance of the Three Kingdoms was called "The Best Talented Book in the World". One morning, Jin Shengtan was drinking tea in the teahouse and heard four or five people talking about lovers on the nearby table. One of the bearded elders said to a middle-aged man, "I have this couplet." Your first line is:' The cat bends over the wall and the wind blows the hair, but the hair doesn't move the cat', and my second line is:' The eagle stands on the treetop and pats the moon, and the shadow moves the eagle.' "。 Hearing this, the middle-aged man said, "You are really an old hand. I admire you! "

On the moon cake; (old man)

Chinese sugar cloud cake. (Jin Shengtan)

-Jin Shengtan responded to the old man

The bearded old man twisted his beard and said, "I'll give you a pair, too." After that, I put my finger on the moon cake: "In the first part, there will be' Shangsu moon cake', but my first part refers to food, so the second part is only allowed to be relative to food." When the bearded old man finished, everyone scratched their heads, because "going to the Soviet Union" is the homonym of "Shangshu" and it is difficult to correct it. Seeing that no one answered for a long time, Jin Shengtan was anxious and blurted out: "What's so difficult! This is not enough for China Sugar Cloud Cake. " In his second couplet, not only "Chinese sugar" is homophonic with the official name "main hall", but also cloud cakes are food, and everyone nods.

Big boy, walking around the streets, shopping from south to north; (old man)

The young old man, sitting in a recliner, reads spring and autumn from winter to Sunday to summer. (Jin Shengtan)

-Jin Shengtan responded to the old man

The bearded old man looked at Jin Shengtan. Seeing that he was handsome and had an extraordinary talk, he invited Jin Shengtan to have tea with him. Jin Shengtan didn't refuse, and sat up with the teapot. The bearded old man bowed his hands and said, "It seems that Mr. Wang is good at dialogue. I have a pair here. I want to ask this gentleman. What do you think? " Jin Shengtan said happily, "Tell me quickly and let me try." The bearded old man unhurriedly said the first couplet: "Big boy, go up and down the street, go shopping from south to north." Everyone thinks that Jin Shengtan is hard to match. Unexpectedly, Jin Shengtan bowed his head and thought for a moment and said, "Young old man, sitting in a recliner, reads Spring and Autumn Annals from winter to summer." As soon as his voice fell, he won the applause of the whole audience. The bearded old man didn't know he was the famous Jin Shengtan until he asked his name, and everyone was even more amazed.

-

Jin Shengtan's comprehensive couplets

2: 30 midnight; (An abbot)

Mid-Autumn Festival in August. (Jin Shengtan)

-Jin Shengtan is the abbot of Guobao Temple.

Three years before Jin Shengtan was unjustly killed in the "Crying Temple" case, he had just finished reading Water Margin and The West Chamber, and then went into the Guobao Temple to take a nap. One night, he was addicted to calligraphy, tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep in the middle of the night, so he put on his clothes and held a candle to see the abbot in the temple, hoping to criticize him through Buddhist scriptures. After learning of his purpose, the old abbot with golden hair and fluttering beard said slowly, "If you want to approve books, I have one condition first. If you can make couplets, I will take out the Buddhist scriptures for your approval, otherwise please forgive the old monk for losing face. " It was the middle of the night, and suddenly I heard a few bangzi sounds outside. The old abbot had a brainwave and blurted out the first part. But Jin Shengtan thought hard and racked his brains, but he couldn't get the bottom line, so he had to regret it and keep it in mind. Three years later, Kim was beheaded for the "Crying Temple Case". On the execution ground, Jin Shengtan, who had just passed the age of knowing his destiny, was fearless and poised in a crisis. He drank the wine in the prison with dignity and said, "beheading is very painful, but it is also a pleasure;" Cut your hair and drink first, have fun! " His beloved son was in agony and rushed to the execution ground in tears to bid farewell to his beloved father. When I saw my son crying tearfully, I comforted him and said, "Stop crying and tell me what day it is today?" The son choked and said, "August 15th, Mid-Autumn Festival." Hearing the word "Mid-Autumn Festival", Jin Shengtan laughed and said happily, "Yes! Got it! ..... Mid-Autumn Festival in August. " And asked his son to go to Guobao Temple immediately and tell the old abbot that he had made the bottom line. However, a generation of writers can no longer approve Buddhist scriptures.