Not long ago, the invitation to the Poetry Society arrived. This invitation was specially made with cut flowers. It said Haitang Poetry Society on it, and the date below. Isn't this the date when the results were released? This is interesting, yes

It’s hard to say if he didn’t do it on purpose, but why did the Haitang Poetry Club look familiar? Zhang Zijun thought hard for a long time, then slapped his thigh and said to himself: “This is not the proposal of Jia Tanchun to form a poetry club in “A Dream of Red Mansions”. Haitang

The three gatherings of the Poetry Society were themed on crabapples, chrysanthemums, crabs, and red plums, and a total of twenty-five poems were composed. Although "A Dream of Red Mansions" has a "propositional poem" written by Concubine Yuan when she went to visit her relatives, as well as "A Song for Burying Flowers"

", Peach Blossom Club and other various opportunities to write poems and lyrics, but Haitang Poetry Club is a literary club that Cao Xueqin describes with great detail and detail. It includes detailed procedures for establishing articles, drafting titles, composing poems, and reviewing poems. Everyone can show off their poetic talents.

It reveals each other's inner world and highlights different personality traits.

Could it be that this Liu Sheng also came from time travel? Damn it, it can’t be a coincidence. No matter what, since I have agreed, I will go there. The next day is supposed to be the day when the results will be released. The whole family has made an appointment to watch the results together. It seems that it will be

The arrangement was rearranged, Ziya and Zizhe stayed at home, Erbao first sent Zhang Zijun to Haitang Memorial Hall, and then asked Erbao to see the list.

Along the way, the capital was full of refugees fleeing from famine. Many of their children and their daughters were begging along the street. Some were lying on the roadside as if they were dead. I heard there were more people outside the city. When Zhang Zijun came to the outside of the charity hall, here was

It has long been surrounded by many literati, most of them are students wearing scholar uniforms, and there are also candidates who came to take the government examination this time, one in the east and one in the west, surrounded sporadically, passing through these people,

What caught my eye was that the lintel plaque read Furong Memorial Hall, with large gold characters on a black background. He came directly to the door, and was about to take out the invitation and hand it to the door, but was stopped by three scholars and said: "This little brother, can you

I would be very grateful if you gave me the invitation as a gift."

Zhang Zijun was stunned and replied: "Don't you have an invitation? There are names on it, so it's of no use to you. Oh, by the way, the host didn't invite you, so what are you going to do? It's boring."

One of them said: "This young master is unaware of something. Today's poetry meeting is different from usual. The exam is about to take place. Gao Gu, Gao Dajun, and Yao Kui, the Minister of Rites who was just transferred from Nanjing,

These two people are expected to become the great masters of this examination."

Another said: "This young master, I am Yang Shoucheng of Yinxian County. I shouldn't bother you. The examination is about to take place and I have to do it. Come on, come on. Let me introduce you. This is Li Bingyi of Jianchang, whose courtesy name is Desou."

It was Li Jun from Yongxin. He thought that his little brother had a good face and was not like a flamboyant person, so he lowered his face and asked for help.

Wow, there are still such excuses for asking for favors. The three of them are also suave and have great reputations. They don't look like unscrupulous people. This puts Zhang Zijun in trouble.

While they were greeting each other, someone suddenly shouted, isn't this the wise brother Zijun? What are you doing standing by the door? Please come in quickly. The person who came was none other than Liu Sheng. Zhang Zijun turned to Liu Sheng and said, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Here we are, but our three comrades cannot get in without an invitation, so we can only say goodbye here. Mr. Liu is here just in time, can we let my three comrades have a poetry gathering together?"

When Mr. Liu saw that it was indeed three scholars following Zhang Zijun, he said: "Since we are fellow students, there is no reason to push others away. Come! Come! Come, you three."

It was Mr. Liu who spoke, and it was obvious that the disciples could not stop him. Yang Shoucheng was overjoyed, and the three of them greeted each other again. Zhang Zijun also said some words of courtesy, took out the invitation and handed it to the disciples, and then he had his own

The servant led the door in.

Entering the courtyard, it is like entering a private garden in the south of the Yangtze River. The corridors in the courtyard are winding and winding along the pool. It is the first time that Zhang Zijun sees the style of an ancient mansion. There is an indescribable heaviness to it.

It feels like bricks are bricks, tiles are tiles, and there are many pillars. It is not like the reinforced concrete building 500 years ago.

After some manipulation at the door, Yang Shoucheng, Li Bingyi, and Li Jun obviously regarded Zhang Zijun as a comrade, and they showed humility to each other along the way. To Zhang Zijun, why did these ancients regard this kind of poetry so important?

But one thing is certain, if you are a chef, you will definitely not make progress cooking in a small restaurant all day long. On the other hand, if you are in a big restaurant, surrounded by experts cooking together, you will definitely make progress. For literati

He said that after getting the title of scholar, hanging out with a bunch of boys all day long would be a setback for him. On the other hand, if he associates with people who are all around him, he will improve his horizons, and over time his own cultivation will also improve.

Already.

This means that when people go up high and their social status improves, it is difficult to integrate into the bottom class. Moreover, the ancients paid special attention to birth and family status. The so-called being well-matched does not mean getting married, but is directly reflected in daily life.

Walking to the inner courtyard, there is a large place, facing the water on one side, and five large rooms on the other side. The windows and doors are all open, and the lights are decorated. There is only one missing banner, "Welcome leaders from all walks of life." Facing the big place,

On the other side is a stage. It can be seen that this was originally a place for gatherings and singing in the courtyard of the house. It can accommodate hundreds of people. Servants and maids shuttled through it. It was very lively. If you want to get in, you can sit in the circle.

After everyone signed in and signed by the cave door, Zhang Zijun and his party were led by the doorman to a pavilion near the water. Fruits and snacks were prepared inside, and the drinks were filled. The four of them happened to be seated. From this point on

Look, the quality of this poetry club cannot be lowered.

After sitting down, the servants at the pavilion took care of them. Everyone made a pot of fragrant tea, and the small peat stove beside the pavilion boiled water again. This evil feudal society, this scene is really luxurious, and there is hunger and famine outside the city.

All over the fields, the orioles were singing and the swallows were dancing here. Zhang Zijun suddenly understood what it means to be a Zhumen with the smell of wine and meat, and the bones on the road that were frozen to death. Every time I read Du Fu's poem before, I couldn't feel anything at all. But now these two lines of the poem are so...

The place is thought-provoking and shocking. Only by experiencing it personally can you have a personal experience. Unknowingly, he chanted: "Encouraging guests to comel hoof soup, frosty orange pressed fragrant orange. Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road. The prosperity and dryness are different at a distance.

, it’s hard to describe the melancholy again.”

Li Bingyi was stunned and said: "Brother Zijun, why are you so sad?"

Li Jun rolled his eyes at Li Bingyi and said, "You still can't tell that this brother Zijun is thinking about the tens of millions of people outside the city."

Only then did Zhang Zijun wake up and said: "Three wise brothers, you are just being rude. I just felt it and wanted to recite this five-character poem by Du Fu without realizing it. Didn't you realize something?"

Obviously, these three people were a little bit behind the times, and Zhang Zijun was not surprised, because they were people of this era, and he was obviously being hypocritical.

In the end, Yang Shoucheng patted the table and said: "I admire brother Zijun for having such an intention, but I can't do it any better. When I see this scene, I can think of thousands of people outside the city. If you have such an intention, you should respect me."

One cup.”

It can be seen that Yang Shoucheng is smooth and observant. Li Jun is shrewd and intelligent. Li Bingyi seems to be honest, but in fact he is also shrewd.

After having a drink with each other, Li Bingyi said: "Looking at the young and weak brother Zi Junxian, why do you have such an opportunity to come to this poetry meeting? I think the annual Haitang Poetry Meeting invites all the famous Confucian scholars of the day, and how many great scholars came here at that time.

The students waiting for me to take the exam in Beijing are looking forward to it, but I can look familiar in front of many great scholars."

Li Jun added: "Brother Desou (Li Bingyi), we want to get to know more contemporary literati in order to improve our studies. We have no intention of following others' influence. Brother Zijunxian, don't even think about it."

Li Bingyi said: "Yes, of course."

Zhang Zijun understands what they mean. The three people in front of him just want to go out and have fun, but they don't want to be mistaken for forming a clique. They also want to get acquainted with literati, but they don't want to be thought of as inferior. Alas, this is a common problem among all humanities. The main thing is face.

, There are millions of articles in my heart, and I don’t accept anyone in my eyes. But when facing the future, I am too arrogant and will not be chased by the common people. I can only admire myself. How many people in this world are willing to be so ignorant of fame and wealth?

Those who give in to fight for rice will end up miserable, so this kind of high-end and high-end poetry party is really attractive.

The more Zhang Zijun said, he didn't know why he was invited to these poetry gatherings. He really didn't know the reason. The more mysterious it seemed to Yang Shoucheng, and the more he couldn't figure it out, the more curious he became. This is the spirit of the book business. No matter what, everyone came in today.

Well, the most important thing is that you can participate in this poetry meeting.

As more and more people arrived, many people were whispering to each other, commenting on whose articles, whose words, whose poems and new works among the literati, some of them greeted each other, and there was no end to this.

The scene was a good opportunity for each other to get to know each other. Unfortunately, Zhang Zijun didn’t know anyone. Although he, Yang Shoucheng and the others occupied a prominent pavilion, it was like a paradise in the world. No one came to say hello, and no acquaintances could talk to each other.

Many people also took a detour.

The poetry club has a certain process. With the arrival of two important figures, Gao Gu and Yao Kui, the scene became quite heated. Liu Sheng, Li Sheng, and Cao Heng are all members of the poetry club. It can be seen that the arrangement of the poetry club is

Inviting people, following procedures, and regulations are all managed. In Zhang Zijun's eyes, they are the staff of the event organizer.

The process of the poetry meeting is usually similar to a competition in the Tang Dynasty. Three poets, Wang Zhihuan, Wang Changling, and Gao Shi, played together. At that time, they each had many poems composed to music and sung among the people. When they arrived in the capital city of Chang'an,

While drinking in a restaurant (Flag Pavilion), I saw a group of singers singing. They sat down and listened quietly. Wang Changling suggested: "We have always thought that we are good at poetry. Every time we recite poetry, it is difficult to distinguish between us. Today

Just listen to the singing of these singers and see whose poems are sung more often, and whose works are considered the best." After a while, a singer sang Wang Changling's "Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Tower". Wang Changling smiled knowingly.

, lightly drew a small mark on the wall next to it. After a while, a singer sang the first four lines of Gao Shi's "Crying Single Father Liang Jiu Shaofu" sadly, and Gao Shi also happily drew a

Mark. Then, the third singer sadly sang Wang Changling's "Autumn Poems of Everlasting Faith", and Wang Changling proudly drew the second mark. At this time, Wang Zhihuan said slowly: "Don't be too happy, you two."

Good morning, just now some poor singers sang vulgar songs, elegant songs of spring and snow, they didn’t dare to sing! You saw the most beautiful singer over there. If she doesn’t sing later,

I will never compete with you about my poetry in this life; if what she sings is my poetry, you both will worship me as your teacher." Before she finished speaking, the beautiful woman started singing with a generous and tragic tune.

"Liangzhou Ci": "Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain. Why does the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not reach Yumen Pass." Wang Zhihuan said proudly: "Look, I'm not bragging, am I?" The three of them laughed. This

The story is also called "The Painting on the Wall in the Flag Pavilion" and is recorded in "Ji Yi Ji". Later generations called it "The Poetry Competition in the Flag Pavilion".

The most famous one is the Qushui Drinking Bowl. It can be regarded as a grand event in the history of culture and a big gathering of literature. During the Wei and Jin Dynasties, celebrities emerged in large numbers. They respected nature and indulged in the mountains and rivers. The activity of the Qushui Drinking Bowl was one of their first

The competition of poetic talent is their respect for nature and a gesture of active integration. Later, the "Qushui Shang" carrying profound cultural connotations became a form of poetry gathering, and the famous Wang Xizhi's "Orchid Pavilion Collection"

"Preface" comes from activities such as Qu Shui Shang.

Next is Feihua Ling, which is one of the "drinking orders" often played by literati in ancient times. The word "Feihua" comes from the poem "Flying Flowers Are Everywhere in Spring City" by Han Hong, a poet of the Tang Dynasty.

.For example, if the last word of the poem spoken by the person is required to be the word "花", such as "Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city", the poem spoken by the next person must also be a seven-character poem with the last word "花"

, such as "The reed flowers in front of the island have been reflected". You can recite the poems of the predecessors, or you can improvise; when someone can't compose a poem, can't recite a poem, or recites a wrong poem, the magistrate will punish him. In such a poem
Chapter completed!