What kind of poetry is considered a good poem?

Following the rules is just the basics, expressing emotions is the sublimation.

But if it can be appreciated by both refined and popular people, is catchy and has a certain level of ambition, then it can be considered a masterpiece.

After receiving a "good poem" from Mr. Wu, the poet immediately stood up and stood in front of the crowd with his hands hanging down, his face showing excitement.

I saw that this man looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, of medium height, and he was dressed in ocher-colored cloth that had been washed cleanly. The cuffs were frayed, and there were calluses on his hands. It looked like he came from a poor background.

This image is very consistent with what he said in his poem, "It's a pleasure to live side by side with thatched eaves".

Mr. Wu looked at this person with admiration on his face, and asked him harmoniously: "Today's test question is originally about chanting Zhi. You are indeed good at writing this poem, but you don't know where your poetic eye is? What is Yong Zhi?"

The young man's name has just been read out by Mr. Lu. His family is in the west of Yongzhou City, and his name is Yu Qiao.

When asked by Mr. Wu, Yu Qiao quickly replied: "It is said that people are looking for medicine in the morning, and they study under different lamps at night. In reply to Mr. Wu, students do not dare to have lofty ambitions. They only wish to be able to light up the lamp and read every night, which is considered a blessing."

So happy!"

This wish was both humble and sincere, and Mr. Wu was immediately moved.

He said: "I am a doctor of official studies. I can recommend three students every year to enter the official studies with filial piety and integrity. Come here and follow me to the academy tomorrow."

So, does this mean that Yu Qiao was favored by Mr. Wu and recommended to enter the official school?

The crowd suddenly burst into an uproar. The stairs to the sky, this is the ladder to the sky for the lower-class scholars! Just like that, Yu Qiao stepped up to it?

In front of the Star Reaching Tower, there is indeed no shortage of legends!

The atmosphere became more and more lively, and discussions continued for a long time. People may be full of admiration for the woodcutter, but more eager eyes were still cast on Mr. Lu.

In comparison, Luo You, known as Luo Jinglun, although he is the son of Yongzhou Prefecture Mu, he is obviously not the protagonist in this area of ​​Zhaixing Tower.

Luo You's expression did not change. He stood aside and continued to listen to Mr. Lu's poetry reading as if he was careless.

Mr. Lu read another ten poems, but only one of them was praised by the gentleman behind him. This means that there are currently only two people who have been qualified to enter the Star-Zhaing Tower, including Yu Qiao.

people.

The busybody whispered: "Today's question doesn't seem difficult, but there are only a few places."

"Isn't that right? After all, Mr. Wu is here in person today."

Mr. Lu read another ten poems. This time, two of the ten poems were praised by Mr. Lu, and two more people could enter the Star-Zhaing Tower.

When Mr. Lu reached out to pick it up again, there were only a few poem scrolls left in the tray.

Before Luo You's poem was read, Mr. Lu picked up one and said with a smile: "The author of this poem... is Zhang Yun from Ping'an Fang in the east of the city."

"The title of the poem "Cicada" is borrowed from the cicada to express one's ambition? It's not common."

Mr. Lu paused for a moment. At this time, Luo You, who was standing a little further away from the long table, suddenly frowned slightly.

Cheng Ling saw it and felt that Luo You's expression was very subtle at this moment.

At this time, Mr. Lu recited a poem: "I hang my hat to drink the clear dew, and the flowing sound is from the sparse tung trees. I keep my voice high and far away, not to borrow the autumn wind."

Just reading it, I heard Mr. Wu blurt out and praise: "What a person who speaks loudly and keeps himself far away, not just to borrow the autumn wind!"

The onlookers were also in a commotion. They came to watch the Star Building. Although not all of them were scholars, there were very few who were illiterate.

The more you listen and see, the more you will develop at least some basic appreciation skills.

Good poems can directly touch people's hearts. "It is not just to borrow the autumn wind to speak loudly and from a distance." With only a few crosses, the poet's aloofness and broad-mindedness are shown.

There is a feeling that is definitely not vulgar and makes people’s eyes brighter.

Mr. Wu also praised: "Drinking the clear dew and emerging from the sparse tung trees, how can this be a cicada? It is clearly a noble self-explanation! The meter is just neat, but the artistic conception is even better!"

Then asked: "Where is the poet?"

A young man in his early twenties stood up. He was tall and thin, with clear lines on his face and sharp jaw angles. Just standing there gave people a particularly aloof feeling. feeling.

The thin cloth restrained his body, but it only made people feel as if he was about to fly away in the wind at any time.

This person is Zhang Yun, the author of the poem "Cicada".

As soon as he stood up, people immediately felt emotional: It was him, no wonder he could write the poem "Cicada"!

Amid the commotion and chatter among the crowd, Cheng Ling noticed that Luo You's face had turned extremely ugly in just this short period of time.

And people are still praising Zhang Yun one after another: "It turns out to be Zhang Yun. Among the official schools, it is said that his reputation is also very loud. He can often get into the third grade in the examination."

"Zhang Yun's poetic talent turns out to be so extraordinary. After today, I think Zhang Yun should be given a nickname, called Chan Chan Talent!"

"Zhang Yun does not admire powerful people. He was once recruited by the children of high-ranking officials in the state government, but he severely scolded him..."

"Shh!" For some reason, the talking crowd suddenly became quiet.

It turned out to be Luo You. Just when Mr. Lu put down Zhang Yun's poem scroll and was about to go back to the tray to get a poem scroll, Luo You suddenly strode forward.

He walked very fast, and in an instant he was in front of Mr. Lu and held his hand.

Mr. Lu turned his head, looked at Luo You and said, "Brother Luo, what do you mean?"

Luo You's face was tense, but he was speechless for a moment. He couldn't explain why he wanted to stop Mr. Lu from getting a poem scroll, but in fact he had a reason to stop him!

In an instant, the two looked at each other.

The bystanders didn't know what was going on. They just felt that Luo You's movement was very sudden. In fact, in the flash of lightning between the two people, a contest had already begun.

Mr. Lu's hand that was pressed by Luo You suddenly moved, and a strange force like ice followed the junction of the two hands and struck Luo You's hand like a needle.

Luo You's eyes darkened and he immediately raised his hand.

The hand that Mr. Lu was struggling upward was affected by inertia, and he immediately raised it, chasing after Luo You.

At this moment, Luo You's other hand moved out like a ghost, and in an instant he stole the opportunity and touched the poem scroll.

Mr. Lu: "You!"

Luo You had already touched the poem scroll away. With a shake of his hand, he rolled up the paper and held it tightly in his hand.

Mr. Lu said in a deep voice: "Brother Luo, take away the poem volume on the spot. What, you don't like today's poem title?"

Luo You's expression became more serious. He first took a deep look at Mr. Lu, and then turned to look at Zhang Yun who was standing in front of him.

Zhang Yun is thin and tall, with a rather dignified appearance.

Luo You's eyes were cold and he was about to speak. At this moment, the corner of his eye glanced at the last poem scroll left on the tray.

At this moment, the angry Luo You changed his mind. He calmed down and suddenly said: "Brother Lu, in this world, there is often only one reason for a scholar to hide his poems and not want to show them to the public."

Mr. Lu immediately said: "What?"

His eyes subconsciously followed Luo You's eyes and fell on the tray, the last poem scroll.

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Note: 1. There are few neighbors in remote alleys, and they like to live side by side with thatched eaves. Pears are often steamed in the same stove, and sorghums are watered in the same canal. We go to the morning to find medicine, and we divide the lamp to read at night. Although we are in the city, we still have to be like woodcutter and fishermen. —The original poem "Inscribed on Neighbors" was written by Yu Hu in the Tang Dynasty.

2. Drooping down to drink the clear dew, the sound of flowing tung trees. Standing loud and far away, not borrowing the autumn wind. - The original poem "Cicada" was written by Yu Shinan of the Tang Dynasty.

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