In class, Li Yueze looked at Su Yan suspiciously and said, "Poetry Society? Are you okay?"
Su Yan told Li Yueze about Song Wenze's invitation to the poetry meeting during class the next day, but Li Yueze's mouth twitched unstoppable, and he was so happy that he was defeated.
Su Yan leaned listlessly on the table, glanced at him, and said, "It's obvious, no."
"It's too late if you don't work. Then Song Wenze has a very high prestige in Jian'an City. The younger generation of literati are vaguely led by him. You can't do it if you don't go. Then you can adapt to the situation. At most, you can't give up." Li Yueze smiled.
Su Yan glanced at him contemptuously, too lazy to pay attention to him, and stopped thinking about it, and closed his eyes and rested.
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As the sun sets, the sun quietly penetrates into the thin clouds, like a red flame, slowly hiding into the vast mountains, and the sky becomes dark.
Su Yan had already arrived in Jian'an City at this time, and the poetry meeting was at night, so Su Yan and Qiao Junyao made an appointment to meet in front of the Flavor Building in the evening and go together.
Su Yan came to the front of the Flavor Building and waited for less than a quarter of an hour. Qiao Junyao came in a carriage, called Su Yan to get on the carriage, and went up to the edge of Pinghu together.
Pinghu is a very famous lake in Jian'an City. It has beautiful scenery and is also a famous golden and pink place in the ancient feather dynasty. Many poems by literati and poets have been passed down.
When the two arrived at their destination, the sky had completely darkened, but the lanterns were brightly lit by the plain lake, with countless lanterns and colorful lanterns hanging among them, and there were also the pleasure boats on the lake, which made the world clear and bright.
The venue for the poetry festival was on the shore of this flat lake, and some people had already arranged all this. There were small pavilions on the flat ground, with stone tables and benches listed among them. There was a high platform in the middle with lights on it.
There are some gorgeous decorations hanging, which has a good atmosphere.
When the two arrived, there were not many people here, standing together in groups of three or five, their headscarfs flying, well-dressed, and they were very attractive to guide the country. The clear laughter kept echoing in the air.
The two of them walked along the way. Although not many people knew Su Yan, Qiao Junyao was a famous pride of heaven in Jian'an City. Therefore, many people knew her. They stopped and greeted her, and then greeted her.
Su Yan next to him said.
"This is Miss Qiao Junyao and Miss Qiao? She is really beautiful and has a peerless charm."
"That's natural. Miss Qiao is not only proficient in both piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also has both civil and military skills. Now in the General Palace, if she can have a kiss on the beauty, she would be dead without regrets."
"Okay, stop dreaming."
When the group saw Qiao Junyao passing by, they were amazed and sighed.
"Huh, Su Yan?" While the two of them were walking, a voice suddenly came from behind, which made Su Yan stunned. There were people who knew him in this poetry meeting. It was really strange, so he turned his head in surprise.
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"Li Zhiyuan? You are here too." The person who came was pretty and bright, and he was actually Su Yan's classmate in Jiashu. He was similar in temperament to Su Yan, and he was one of the few Su Yan in the palace.
One of my friends.
"Haha, it's you." Li Zhiyuan greeted him and laughed in a harmonious way. "Oh? Miss Qiao is here."
Qiao Junyao responded with a smile, and then Su Yan pulled her to stand there, stopped walking forward, and started chatting with Li Zhiyuan.
The full moon hangs high in the sky, and the moonlight shines like silver light, reflecting the shimmering waves on the flat lake, like the Milky Way falling in the mortal world. A vaguely visible pleasure boat with a halo on the lake, and the paddles on the boat cut through the water
The traces are like ink paintings, both real and illusory.
More and more people came, greeting each other, and for a while, people were crowded with laughter and laughter.
Suddenly, the lights on the middle platform suddenly became brighter, attracting everyone's eyes. A figure in white clothes walked up to the platform, with a handsome appearance and starry eyes, which was Song Wenze.
"Damn it's a shame..." Su Yan was so angry that he saw Song Wenze coming to the stage, he muttered in a low voice, which attracted Qiao Junyao's big eyes.
"My friends, today is the day of the Pinghu Poetry Conference agreed by our Jian'an Poetry Society, and it is also one of the rare events in our Poetry Society. Today, we will gather you here to provide you with a stage to display your talents and to make friends with poetry
, to promote everyone's feelings." Song Wenze said in a short voice, which attracted a lot of applause from below.
"Tonight we will select a poet's leader based on the poems and essays, and we will have many prizes. We also ask everyone to use their skills to win such honors."
Su Yan sat down at one of the stone tables, supported his chin with his right hand, and yawned from time to time. Looking at this boring and boring poetry meeting, his thoughts floated nowhere.
When Li Zhiyuan and Qiao Junyao saw Su Yan's expression, they looked at each other tacitly and laughed in a low voice.
"Please ask Brother Song to give a question."
"Yes, Brother Song's talent is obvious to all. Please ask Brother Song to give the question." Someone below shouted, asking Brother Song to give the question one after another.
Song Wenze declined a few words, then responded, frowned, and paced on the stage, thinking about the theme of the poem.
After a while, Song Wenze's eyes suddenly condensed into one place, and then he smiled and said, "There are a lot of green on the branches, and the little buds are hidden deep in a few red spots. Haha, okay, today we will write about this fairy among the flowers - Begonia."
As soon as these words were spoken, they caused a lot of noise, with different expressions, either excited, meditating, or indifferent.
"It's half an hour, and the papers are handed in on time." Song Wenze said, and then a maid came in one after another, putting white paper, ink pen and other things on the tables everywhere.
Su Yan looked at the ink brush in front of him and felt a little embarrassed. Although he had written calligraphy before, it was far worse than these ancient talents. If he wrote it, he would not have to read the poem, but his font with flying dragons and phoenixes was
It was a joke, so I simply didn't move, picked up the pastries on the table, and started to taste the tea.
As time passed, everyone's papers were collected by the maids, and then there were professionals specially invited by the poetry club to select them, and then the best ones were selected and announced, and finally everyone decided together.
After all the answers were submitted, the people below began to talk, with different expressions, and some people laughed happily, obviously very confident in their poems and wanted to win the honor.
"Why don't you write?" Li Zhiyuan asked, looking at the white paper in front of Su Yan.
"I don't want to do it." Su Yan knocked on melon seeds and said pretending to be a master, which attracted everyone next to him to look at him and then sneered.
Qiao Junyao stroked her forehead helplessly, gave her a blank look, and then looked at the platform, obviously also caring about her own achievements.