"Yes, good poem, good poem." The praises came one after another, causing Dong Guoliang's face to light up with joy. And the poem soon spread from the poem boat to nearby boats, and then This attracted bursts of applause.
Two great talents came on stage one after another, and the other invited people also took the initiative to stand up. One after another new poems were released as they splashed with ink. But most of them were mediocre in content. Occasionally, there were one or two that were pretty good. The poem will be sung, and the fame of the person who wrote the poem will spread along the Luoshui River and become famous in Daliang City.
Shen Ao was still sitting in that corner, with no intention of going up.
As the saying goes, a good meal is never afraid of being late. Just now, Shen Ao listened carefully to everyone writing poems, but soon he shook his head. Although due to the learning trend in later generations, he himself did not have too deep attainments in poetry, but Even if the poem is not good, he can still feel it.
At least in Shen Ao's opinion, so far, there have been no poems that can shock people's hearts, or make people remember them in their hearts. It is disappointing to think that the poetry meeting was originally like this.
The poetry session is halfway through.
At this time, most people have already published their own poems. Some have attracted applause and praise from everyone, while others are drowned in the tide of poems. Others simply read other people's poems and Just keep silent, because the verses they prepared are really nonsense and cannot be used.
At this point in the conference, not a single good poem has appeared, and many faces showed disappointment. Even the eldest princess behind the curtain looked displeased. In the past few years, the quality of the poetry conference has improved year by year. If it goes down further, I really don’t know what these self-proclaimed talents are doing on a daily basis.
Behind the white gauze curtain, Bai Qiutong, Liu Xiangxiang and other women also looked disappointed. They came here just to see what poems had been handed down from ancient times, so that they could add rhymes and sing them to attract more customers. But now it seems that the goal is difficult to achieve.
Beside a large table in the hall, a young man was surrounded by several so-called talents. "Brother Luo, so far, no masterpieces have appeared. It's time for you to take action."
Luo Qing, Hanlin waited for the imperial edict.
He has no rank, and is responsible for proofreading and rewriting the history in the Hanlin Academy.
Hanlin is the forest of Wenhan. Being able to enter it shows that his literary talent is extraordinary. Otherwise, no one would let him get ahead.
After being encouraged by everyone, the young Luo Qing stood up. The people at the same table shouted loudly, "Get out of the way, get out of the way, Luo Daizhao is going to write a poem."
Hearing his shout, a large space was immediately vacant in front of the square table in the main hall. For a moment, his shout also attracted the attention of other people in the poetry boat.
"But Luo Qing?" After hearing Luo Daizhao's address, the eldest princess's voice came from behind the curtain.
"Master, it is Luo Qing." Zhuyun also said with appreciation. Anyway, a person of some status has finally appeared. I hope he will not disappoint the eldest princess.
Luo Qing strode to the square table, reached out with his right hand to hold the brush in his hand, and after a moment of pondering, he began to wave his arms continuously. In a short time, the song "Embracing Qu Yuan at the Dragon Boat Festival" fell on the paper.
Different from the four seven-character quatrains written by others, this time it took eight paragraphs to complete. After the writing was completed, someone on the side had already started singing.
Every time when the Dragon Boat Festival is approaching and Qu Zi is spoken, a sad song rises from the Miluo River.
Those who are loyal and serve the country are slandered, but those who are compassionate and caring for the people are demoted.
The admonishers have no ambitions for the country, while the officials have only the ambition to help the world.
Raising a glass to invite people to drink and offering sacrifices to the loyal and virtuous, Li Sao sang an eternal song.
"Lift your wine glass to invite the loyal and virtuous, Li Sao has an eternal chant. Not bad, at least you can see it." The eldest princess behind the curtain looked obviously relieved. If the whole poem can be said, even one sentence of "Let's go"
If you don’t have any words of praise, it would really be a loss of face.
Seeing that the eldest princess's face looked better, Zhuyun also echoed, "Master is right. This Luo Daizhao deserves to be admitted to the Hanlin Academy at such a young age. He is indeed quite talented."
As soon as "Embrace Qu Yuan at the Dragon Boat Festival" came out, the atmosphere on the poetry boat became much more lively. Then Pan Lu, who was once known as a child prodigy, also stood up and sang "Mourning for Qu Yuan".
The rolling water of Xiang floods the loyal soul, and the millennium of Miluo is sad and flat.
The king of Chu has gone with the dust, and he mourns three villages and one Kunlun alone.
It also attracted praises from everyone. The face of the eldest princess behind the curtain became even more beautiful. Even the beauties behind the white gauze curtains, the talented ladies also praised it one after another. More like Bai Qiutong and Liu Xiang
Xiang has already begun to think about how to compile these poems into music.
Luo Qing and Pan Lu were also surrounded by people. They looked excited, and the proud look on their faces was reflected in the boast.
"Hahaha, the poem is pretty good, but it still lacks some of the domineering power of a man, alas." A shout echoed on the poem boat, and a young man with a body like a hemp pole laughed.
He walked towards the square table in the middle of the hall.
"Shi Zitong."
Immediately, someone recognized the identity of the person who came, and some people couldn't help but slowly retreat back. Even Luo Qing and Pan Lu, who had been reprimanded by words just now, gave up after hesitating.
It was not because they were afraid of this person's talent and learning, but because of his identity as the third prince's staff.
When Shi Zitong was young, he became famous in Daliang City for his unparalleled knowledge. However, he later contracted a strange disease and became thinner and thinner. He was ashamed of his poor appearance, and finally ended his career as an official in the court.
Lu. In ancient times, officials paid great attention to official etiquette. If you have crooked melons and cracked dates, I'm sorry, you have no chance to become an official, even if you are amazingly talented.
He originally thought that his life was over like this. During this period, many of his former friends abandoned him and even made fun of him. This made Shi Zitong unable to see hope for the future, and even had the idea of committing suicide. Everyone was disappointed.
Unexpectedly, the third prince Tang Xiu appeared at this moment and was accepted as his staff. As a result, Shi Zitong turned around. In addition, he was talented and learned. For a period of time, he kept looking for those who had once
The talented people who have fallen into trouble are making insulting remarks to each other one by one.
His talent and learning were already extraordinary, and he had a backer like the Third Prince. As he went back and forth, more and more so-called talents were insulted by him. When his name was finally mentioned, everyone had to give in. Just like now.
, as soon as Shi Zitong appeared, the so-called talents retreated one by one, and no one dared to meet his edge.
"Haha, hahaha." Seeing that everyone retreated as soon as he appeared, Shi Zitong was even more proud. He came to the square table like no one else, and after holding the pen, he looked at the people around him and saw them.
They all looked at themselves with somewhat frightened eyes, and then laughed again before putting pen to paper.
When Shi Zitong was writing, no one dared to come forward and watch. They just looked at a piece of white paper covered with black words as he waved his hand. Then he handed the written verses to the chanting official aside.
While he was dealing with other things, he began to write again. It was obvious that he wanted to write not one song, but at least two.
The chanter had already taken the paper with the verses written on it and read out loud according to the rules - "Lamenting Qu Yuan"!
In the fifth month, the Dragon Boat Festival is known, and the dynasty is in darkness and has no food to eat. Qu Yuan threw himself into the river in grief and anger, full of hatred for the thorns and whips, and Chu Ba's corpse.
So domineering!
As soon as the poem came out, everyone was shocked. They were also sighing at Qu Yuan, but the idea of this poem was more straightforward and more domineering.
This is not the end yet, next is another song "Asking the Sky"!
A leap of one's body will shock the whole world. Everyone in the world is confused and I am alone in my innocence. A song about Li Sao has been passed down through the ages, and singing wildly does not leave a good reputation.
As soon as this poem came out, the entire poetry boat burst into exclamations of exclamation. Even the princess behind the curtain also looked solemn. From this poem, she could already feel Shi Zitong's overbearing personality and his contempt for the world.
Heart.
Perhaps because of his experience, Shi Zitong's poems give people a very arrogant feeling. But I have to say that the words and sentences are all of the best quality. They are not a bit better than the poems written by other talented people today.
For a time, all the talented men, beauties, and talented women were speechless. They may not like Shi Zitong's character, but they have to admit that his poems are still very touching, and they are very good poems.
This person is afraid of comparison. When you are not as good as others, you will often become discouraged, and the whole person's momentum can't help but relax. In contrast, Shi Zitong stood there and laughed arrogantly, but he didn't seem to feel it.
It was enjoyable. Although many talented people did not dare to look into his eyes, he knew that some people were still unconvinced in their hearts. At that moment, he said aggressively: "You are not talented. If so-and-so is you,
It would be better to stay in the boat without shame and jump into the Luoshui River."
"You..." After hearing Shi Zitong's humiliating words and even knocking down a boatload of people with one stroke, everyone couldn't help but look at each other angrily.
"What? Why are you staring at someone, aren't you? Let me tell you, there are more people here than you, unless there are more people than you, you are incompetent, so why are you afraid of what others say?" After Shi Zitong finished speaking, he also
He couldn't help but laugh, which also attracted more angry looks.
The eldest lord behind the curtain also turned a little pale at this time.
Whether these talented people are really knowledgeable or just seeking fame, they must have been invited by themselves. Now that Shi Zitong relied on some literary talent, he demoted them all to nothing. Has he ever thought about where his own face will be put?
The angry eldest princess really wanted to call someone to drive Shi Zitong off the boat. But she thought that he was the third prince's son. If he was kicked off the poem boat for no reason, she was afraid that if the news spread around, her unreasonable reputation would be ruined.
Already.
Just because she didn't punish this person, she still had anger in her heart. At this moment, she really wanted to have a great talent appear, say some good words, knock Shi Zitong to the ground completely, and finally drive him underground.
The eighth floor is the best.
Not only was the eldest princess angry, but all the beauties and talented ladies behind the white gauze curtain also looked unhappy.