The flowery flowing prose they played was ten times more elegant than the meandering flowing wine.
There are eight white jade platforms under the peach blossom tree. The participating literati each sat on the white jade platform and waited for the petals to fall. Whoever's white jade platform the petals above fell would recite a poem.
Think about it, in late spring, the clothes are as white as snow, the petals are falling, the white jade is the platform, and the wonderful writings are handed down from generation to generation. How elegant is it?
A poet wrote two lines of poetry: Flowers fly by themselves in front of the white jade stage, a little bit of beautiful red wine and a glass of red wine.
Think of it as a painting.
The four people turned around the main trunk of the peach tree, which was like a huge barrier, and saw the white jade platform in front of them. What surprised them slightly was that there were already three beauties sitting on the white jade platform. The three women were looking up, waiting for the petals to fall. Next to them, they were waiting for the petals to fall.
There were also several girls, smiling and talking in sweet tones, guessing who would be hit first.
The petals falling from the top are more unpredictable than the meandering water of a wine glass. No one knows which petal will fall off the branch first.
A few petals fell down and landed on the white jade platform of a beautiful woman. The beautiful woman raised her mouth with tears in her eyes: "Why is it me again?"
A beautiful woman next to her smiled softly: "Who makes me feel pity for you? Hua'er is pitying you..."
The beauty was dissatisfied: "Hua'er is not taking pity on me, but is specifically trying to punish me. I want to change my seat. This place attracts wind, and the flowers will fall when the wind blows..."
"You can change seats, but recite poems first! Don't cheat..."
"I'm definitely not cheating, I recite poetry... Last night the spring breeze was gentle, it was already the third night when I fell asleep, people outside the wall were crying, and I realized it was Qingming."
The smiles on the faces of Lin Su and the other four people suddenly froze, and they looked at each other in confusion. The four great talents listened to three women reciting poems, shouldn't they be the university professors listening to children talking about academic issues? But the woman's poem was fresh, natural, and extraordinary.
Moreover, it was very suitable for the occasion, no less than the average literary genius in the world. Even Lin Su's elder brother Lin Jialiang, wanted to write such a poem, it was not easy.
And she just chanted casually.
who is she?
Huo Qi was not from the capital, so he really didn't know these people. Li Yangxin knew this guy, Mianhuasuliu, who was a frequent visitor to the brothel. One of the women he met was Xie Xiaoyan, the most famous oiran of Cuiyu Tower.
"If she is the ever-changing Xie Xiaoyan, then I can guess the remaining two. One is Immovable as a Mountain and Bi Xuanji. The one who just recited the poem must be Liu Fufeng and Lu Youwei."
"The three most talented women in the capital?" Lin Su's eyes lit up.
There are only a handful of people in the world who can be called talented women, but before he entered the capital, he had heard people say that there were three talented women in the capital. Their level of poetry and lyrics was extremely high, and they were definitely not inferior to the literary geniuses in the capital.
, some people even say that if women can become officials, the three of them will be high on the gold list and dazzle the world.
Lu Youwei got up: "I can change my seat now. I am determined not to sit there. Three petals fell on my head in a row. I look like I'm easy to bully..."
She got up and ran towards another white jade platform. As soon as she stepped on this white jade platform, her face suddenly turned red because she saw a man who was looking at her with a smile. He was Lin Su.
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"Lin... Young Master Lin..." Lu Youwei said with a smile, she didn't dare to look at him again.
Lin Su was slightly startled: "Do you know me?"
"Three days ago, the three of us were in the Star Reaching Tower, but we were separated by gauze curtains. Mr. Lin didn't recognize us. But we have seen Mr. Lin's peerless style." Lu Youwei's voice was a little trembling, but she still said what she said.
very clear.
Lin Su understood, and he bowed slightly: "We were just going up the mountain to have fun, and we didn't want to frighten the three talented women. We really shouldn't. Let's leave now, and the three of us will continue!"
Xie Xiaoyan, who was on the white jade stage at the back, said, "We just said that there are too few people to enjoy ourselves. Can the four young masters also join in and play the song 'Luohua Ling' together?"
Before Lin Su could answer, Li Yangxin immediately became excited: "That's great! Li Yangxin, a young man from Lanzhou, is so polite."
"Lanzhou Huiyuan Gong is famous all over the world, and the sisters in the Cuiyu Tower are looking forward to Mr. Li." Xie Xiaoyan smiled sweetly.
Li Yangxin is so happy that he can't wait to go to Cuiyulou to try out the fire. Although Cuiyulou has always been a showman but not a person, there are occasionally those who can break through the conventions. Once they break through, they become even more legendary.
"Xiaosheng Youzhou Huo Qi."
"Youzhou Huiyuan Gong, a thousand-year-old family, a legend of this generation, a great name that I have admired for a long time!" Xie Xiaoyan saluted.
Huo Qi is also excited. Compared with others, his biggest advantage is the family behind him, the Huo family in Youzhou. It is an amazing family. Its history is almost the same as that of Da Cang. It can be regarded as a thousand-year-old family. In Youzhou, it is
Stomping your feet, the power of shaking the earth.
Zhang Haoran gently cupped his hands: "Zhang Haoran, a young student, is not like the three of them. He is not a master."
Xie Xiaoyan smiled softly: "To be a Taoist, you have your feet on the clouds; to be a writer, you are to write the world's most magnificent essays. Even though the dragons and tigers are leaping forward in the Beijing Examination, Mr. Zhang is still at the top, so why should he be modest?"
This woman is really good at talking.
When facing completely different people, every word you say hits the other person's excitement point exactly.
Her eyes moved to Lin Su, who smiled: "Since the three beauties are interested, let's have fun?"
He stopped his steps and signaled Lu Youwei to come and sit on the white jade platform where he had just been standing.
Lu Youwei bowed slightly, sat down, looked at her nose, her eyes and her heart, not daring to raise her head to look at him, her heart was beating fast...
Lin Su, on the other hand, took three steps back and sat below Lu Youwei.
Zhang Haoran and Huo Qi sat down one after another. Only Li Yangxin wanted to sit in the empty seat that Lu Youwei left just now. But Bi Xuanji raised his eyes slightly. Li Yangxin suddenly felt that the air was a bit cold, so he sat down next to Huo Qi.
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The four men are still in a row, and the three women are also together.
The maid next to me brought fruits and refreshments, and a pot of wine was placed in front of everyone. It was "by the white clouds". The wine poured down, and the fragrance overflowed. The blurry rain and mist were blocked by the layers of peach blossoms above. It was really a place.
Wonderful place.
Zhang Haoran said: "When the flowers fall and you recite poems, those who can't recite will be punished with a glass of wine, right?"
"Exactly!" Xie Xiaoyan said: "The only difference is that if we sisters can't chant, we can only drink fruit wine instead of liquor. Do you agree, four gentlemen?"
"Of course I agree!" The four of them nodded at the same time.
Zhang Haoran added one point, do you need precious pens and gold paper to write down your respective poems?
The biggest advantage of writing down poems with pens and paper is that the poems are judged the moment they are written on the paper, and everyone can know the quality of the poems.
Generally, reciting poems and writing lyrics among friends does not require precious pens and paper, but today Lin Su was present, and he still wanted to see if he could write colorful poems on the spot.
Lin Sudao: "Today is mainly a play between three talented women. We can't take over the show, right? The talented women can't use precious pens and paper, so they should light up the sacred incense?"
Talented women cannot use precious pens and precious papers because they must be literate people to use them.
The four men among them are literary people, but the women are not. No matter how high they are, they cannot use precious pens and paper, but Lin Su really wants to know what kind of poem Lu Youwei just recited.
In his opinion, she should be able to win the lottery. If she wins the lottery, her reputation will skyrocket and create a huge miracle.
Think about it, it’s legendary for men to write colorful poems, but what if it’s a woman?
Everyone looked at each other with a strange light in their eyes.
Especially Bi Xuanji, her eyes are very bright, as if there is a little star hidden in them. The three talented women are famous in the capital, but what can they do if they are famous in the capital? They are girls, and everything they know about literature and Taoism is just
How can three arrogant and talented women really be willing to not do their job properly? However, this is the shackles of being a woman, and no one can break it for them, and no one can break it.
But today, the entire Da Cang Literary Legend does not discriminate against them because they are girls, and even wants to create a condition for them so that they have the opportunity to witness how their poetry temple comments...
The holy incense burns and reaches the sky!
Lin Su glanced at Lu Youwei: "Before the next petal falls, I really want to know what the temple said about your poem just now. Miss Lu, how about you read it again?"
When the holy incense is lit, there is no need for gold paper or pen. All you need to do is read the poem and you will be judged.
Lu Youwei cast her beautiful eyes at Lin Su...
Lin Su nodded lightly: "Don't be afraid. All the saints created the way of literature and wanted it to prosper, so why did they ever bother to differentiate between men and women? If you write a poem today, the saints will only be happy and will never blame you."
Lu Youwei glanced at her two sisters, who also had excited expressions on their faces, including Bi Xuanji, who was motionless, and nodded to her at the same time.
Lu Youwei bit her lip and began to read: "The spring breeze was soft last night. It was already the third night when I fell asleep. People outside the wall shed tears, and I realized it was Qingming."
When the poem came out, the peach blossom petals in the air seemed to have stopped rising and falling, the whole world fell into a state of solidification, and the rising holy incense seemed to have solidified...
The expressions of the three women slowly changed. Could it be that the woman's recitation of poetry really offended the saints?
Why is it so special?
Suddenly, in the endless silence, a peach blossom petal fluttered down and landed on the tip of Lu Youwei's nose. A ray of colorful light centered on her and spread out, making her face look like a dream...
"A colorful poem!" Lin Su laughed loudly: "Is this the first colorful poem by a woman in the world? Congratulations, Miss Lu! You have opened a new door to literature."
The three women looked at each other, all seeing surprise in each other's eyes.
From this moment on, literary education is no longer exclusive to men. Women can also have a place. This may seem like a small step, but it is a big step for the entire literary world!
"The Sword Comes"
This step was deliberately guided by Lin Su.
This is also the beginning of his great plan.
In feudal society, who said women were just accessories? He started with men's most high-end literature and opened this door!
This is the greatest achievement of the Xishan Poetry Society today. With this, the Xishan Poetry Society will always be remembered in the annals of history!
"Miss Lu, another peach blossom petal has fallen on you, you have to sing another song." Zhang Haoran said with a smile.
Lu Youwei's heart was in a state of confusion, how could she still recite poems? "The little girl is still in a state of mind, so she doesn't dare to recite any more. I'll force her to drink wine as a penalty!"
She held up the fruit wine in front of her and drank a glass. The original red color on her face increased by three points.
The second peach blossom petal fell and landed in front of Bi Xuanji.
Bi Xuanji picked up the petals and read a poem softly: "The ancient Buddha at the Green Lantern is silent at night. How can the gods and Buddhas be separated in two ways? They can easily see the Tathagata's face. They don't see the breeze or people."
The poem falls, the three paths of golden light, the poem of golden light!
Although she did not win the prize, she is still quite extraordinary. Her poems are not good at describing scenes and objects, but this poem has a Zen feel that makes people think.
Both sisters wrote good poems. Xie Xiaoyan was nervous and looking forward to it. She also wanted to see what level her poems were. She had never thought that she could use this method to test them before, but today, she can.
of……
The third petal fell and actually landed in front of her.
Xie Xiaoyan was more nervous than excited when the incident came. She hesitated for a while and read a poem: "The sound of rain on the Qinhuai night has stopped, will the children of Xiling stay? No wonder the east wind is warm in the capital. On good days, rogues can rest for half a day. A new poem and tears
Sprinkle, the two hearts meet in the wilderness for three autumns, and at the Qingming Festival, we offer sacrifices to each other in the distance, and the wind lasts for ten miles... weeping in Zhongzhou."
Thinking of this, tears streamed down Xie Xiaoyan's face, and she was completely different from the past.
And Lu Youwei, holding the peach blossom petals in her hands, burst into tears...
This is……
Lin Su and the others looked at each other in confusion.
At the end of the poem, the golden poem is half-stepped into color!
The fourth petal fell and fell in front of Zhang Haoran. Zhang Haoran pondered for a long time: "Three talented women are in front of me. Haoran feels ashamed. I owe you this poem!"
Raise the glass of wine and drink it all in one gulp.
The fifth petal fell in front of Huo Qi. Huo Qi thought for a long time and drank a glass of wine.
The sixth petal fell in front of Li Yangxin.
Li Yangxin raised his glass and smiled softly: "As soon as these three poems by Three Talented Women came out, I really couldn't write anymore. Drink!"
If it were just an ordinary poetry gathering, they would have the courage to write no matter how good or bad they were. But today's situation is a little special. The three women who wrote poems in front of them were one Cai Shi, one Half Step Cai, one Jin Guang Shi, and three
The level of poetry is incredibly high. With their level, it is really difficult to reach it. Since I know I can't reach it, I simply don't show off my shame.
Four men, three killed in action!
Lin Su had a heavy responsibility on her shoulders, but the seventh peach blossom petal seemed to be a joke. Just as it was about to fall on Lin Su, a sudden gust of wind blew by, and the petal fell in front of Lu Youwei.
There were still tears in Lu Youwei's eyes. She seemed to be immersed in Xie Xiaoyan's poem just now. She was shocked when she suddenly saw the petals in front of her. She stretched out her hand and the petals fell accurately on her fingertips.
Lu Youwei picked up the flowers on her fingertips, buried them in the ground outside the white jade platform, and recited softly: "When the flowers fall and the flowers fly all over the sky, who will pity the flowers when they fade away..."
Everyone raised their eyes in shock, the most shocked was Lin Su.
She buried flowers and also recited "The Song of Burying Flowers"? Is this possible?
When she reached this sentence, she got stuck and couldn't pronounce the third sentence...
The silver light was circling, seeming to be urging. The two lines of poetry led to the silver light. It was really a big deal. If it was finished, as long as the following ones didn't collapse, it would most likely be a gold poem or even a colorful poem. Unfortunately, she couldn't follow it after all.
, her head is sweating. She just said these two sentences purely out of emotion. She didn't even realize that she was composing a poem when she was reading it. This is the best state for writing poetry, but it is also the easiest state to get stuck.
Because when she realized that she was composing a poem, she had already withdrawn from the artistic conception of the poem and could no longer enter.