In the Turtle Crane Garden of Pan Mansion, the Zhishui Poetry Society has also reached its climax.
The music sounded, pieces of paper were passed around in everyone's hands, and the singer's light voice was singing tonight's excellent poems. The atmosphere here is relatively serious compared to the Puyuan Poetry Club, because the heavyweight
There are many characters, but the various performances can still make the atmosphere lively and yet quaint.
Turtle Crane Garden is a garden with exquisite layout and ancient charm, with various mountains, rocks, waterways, corridors, courtyards and pavilions. During this time, lanterns with riddles painted on them were laid out, and everyone held a banquet in the garden. The women sat on one side, and the students
On one side, the host and a group of famous and knowledgeable elders were on the other side. There was no special stage set up, but the song and dance performances that occasionally appeared in the gardens were indeed very natural and impressive. Many people who came to this poetry meeting
It's a top brand with a good reputation, and it's obvious that a lot of thought has been put into it.
Naturally, the poetry meeting also included lantern riddles, performances, moon-viewing and other activities, and there were even speeches by many knowledgeable people, such as Pan Guangyan, who was the host, and even the prefect of Jiangning came over at the beginning and said
After saying something like "You are the pillars of the country", this is enough to explain the status of the Shisui Poetry Society. Of course, tonight's night of carnival, in order to avoid problems in the city, the prefect is required to stay in charge of the Yamen as a rule.
He couldn't stay long and left in a hurry.
If the talented people at the poetry meeting have good works, they will often stand up and comment with everyone. Every once in a while, someone will send a few poems of good enough quality, and the paper will be circulated in everyone's hands for viewing. If the poem is really
Okay, or if you have other opinions, someone will get up and recite it and discuss it with everyone. Pan Guangyan and others will naturally make comments.
Mr. Qin was sitting on one side of the banquet. Next to him was Mr. Kang Xian, who was still quite elegantly dressed. He was the Mr. Kang who quarreled with Ning Yi. His given name was Mingyun, so many people also called him Ming Gong. His
The background is very complicated, and there is no shortage of wealth and honor, but even in terms of literary and Confucian accomplishments, it is enough to be praised by everyone. Among the dozens of talented people present, there are two or three who have received his teachings.
As a teacher, Mr. Kang has always been strict, and everyone is a little afraid of him. However, he did not criticize anyone tonight. In fact, he was satisfied with the quality of the Shishui poetry meeting tonight.
At this time, he was chatting and laughing with Mr. Qin in a low-key manner. In fact, by this time, generally speaking, all the really good poems have been published, and the two of them were discussing this at this time.
"...The autumnal equinox stops overnight, and the ghostly spirit is at its most shining. It's good to be born in the sea, and Xu looks at the past. The sky is full of doubts, and all kinds of strange things want to hide. He has no analogy in the evening, and the morning chicken cannot be heard... Qin Gong
, Li Pin’s Mid-Autumn Festival poem “Operation to the Moon” by Li Pin from the Lichuan Poetry Society is truly brilliant. Although he is not the best in writing, in my opinion, this poem is probably going to be the most popular tonight.”
"It is both a ghost and a ghost. It can be regarded as a deviant approach, but it gives people a sense of grandeur. It only stirs up people's thoughts and does not have any weird color. This poem has the style of the Tang Dynasty. Li Pin and Li Dexin are indeed logged in
You are among everyone, but Ming Gong, you have always been strict with yourself, Zhishui actually has a few good poems today, here, for example, this one just now."
Mr. Qin smiled and picked up one of the poems: "The sky is as blue as water, the silver lining is clear and shallow, and the golden waves are clear. It is suspected that it is Chang'e's treasure mirror, hanging high in the palace of Guanghan. The forest leaves sing autumn, the curtains are like paintings, and the fragrant osmanthus wind
Fa. Every year on this eve, Yulou is in great prosperity...don't you be partial?"
"Haha, you and I are not judges. We are just appreciating what we feel. There is no reason to be biased. Well, this word is indeed good..."
"In my opinion, the two best articles tonight are among them."
Mr. Qin has always kept a low profile and made almost no public comments tonight. He only talked about this among friends. In fact, Cao Guan Cao Zongchen of the Zhishui Poetry Society and Li Pin and Li Dexin of the Lichuan Poetry Society are indeed the most responsible people in Jiangning at this time.
He is one of the famous talents, and the people below are mostly comparing their poems. Although they are not the best in writing, they always have to compete with each other in terms of verbal momentum.
Everyone was commenting on the poems, and Pan Guangyan was also talking to Cao Guan with a smile. After a while, someone sent in new poems, which were divided into three parts and passed around to everyone.
Really good poems, which can enter the hall, will basically not come out again by this time, but there are still good ones. Everyone laughed and discussed while passing a page each. One page was passed to Mr. Qin and Mr. Kang,
Mr. Qin picked it up and looked at it, but he started laughing.
"Uh? How?" Kang Xian asked.
"Haha, I just didn't expect that there would be a good song from Puyuan at this time. Let's take a look."
"Oh? Puyuan." Mr. Kang also laughed. He read the poem over and then looked at the name "Xue Jin" below. He shook his head and put it down, "Zhongping is impressive, but not very impressive."
Novel."
At this time, someone below shouted: "Gentlemen, I didn't expect that Lichuan could have a good poem at this time. From my point of view, this one is actually quite good."
Someone who knew him smiled and said, "Then just read it." The man nodded, and after a while, he began to read the poem: "This poem uses a water-melody song. Listen, everyone: The autumn sky is as pure as water, and the moon is as clear as water.
The mirror is unsettled on the stage. I am so happy in a lonely place, and my words and smiles take away the atmosphere..."
As he read this, he suddenly seemed to feel something. He turned around and looked at the stage where Pan Guangyan and other seniors were sitting. At this time, an old man had already stood up, holding a piece of paper in his hand, and hurriedly walked towards Pan Guangyan.
He went over and flicked the paper with his fingers, seeming to be mumbling something. This old man had some friendship with Qin Lao and Kang Lao. When he saw him getting up, Pan Guangyan had also come over, so he put down the paper and used his
A low-pitched voice said to the people around him: "Everyone, please take a look at this song."
This was also the head of the Shui Tiao singer. Seeing that several people on the stage noticed other things, the person below who was reading poetry was stunned. Pan Guangyan reacted, smiled and raised his hand towards him, indicating to continue, but did not look at that person at the moment.
Paper. After the person finished reading, he thought about it, made a few comments with a smile, and then picked up the paper and looked at it. After a while, he also murmured and frowned. Everyone in the audience and even the female guest
Everyone over there is looking over.
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After all, Pan Guangyan has a good temper. As the leader of the crowd, Cao Guan said with a smile, and then everyone else also laughed. The atmosphere relaxed for a while, but Pan Guangyan also smiled: "He is also a water tune singer. This
The first poem... let me read it to everyone: When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky with my wine. I don’t know what year it is in the palace in the sky... I want to ride the wind back, but I am afraid that the high places will be too cold. Let’s dance to find out.
How does a shadow seem to be in the human world?"
The lyrics of the song "Shui Tiao" resounded in the courtyard. Before the first half of the song was finished, there was no sound of conversation among the people present. Pan Guangyan, a great scholar in the literary world, was reciting the words in his hand carefully according to the rhythm.
Although the poetry is not recited quickly, it fits the artistic conception of the words and sentences in one go.
Everyone here is a person with profound literary skills. Just hearing this, they have already noticed the ethereal, grand and far-reaching artistic conception of this poem. The initial question seems simple. At this time, the literary world was booming, and various poems inevitably pursued complexity.
After exhausting the changes, some arguments also advocate that if it is a moon chanting poem, it is best if the word "month" does not even appear. However, the beginning of this sentence is a question of when will the bright moon appear, but in conjunction with the next sentence,
But the artistic conception has been unfolded naturally, and when we reach the palace in the sky, the artistic conception of the poem has naturally and unobtrusively transformed from the gurgling stream to the mountain water, and then the next few lines of "I want to ride the wind back..."
, it directly transforms the artistic conception of the entire upper half of the palace into an atmosphere like the Yangtze River rushing into the sea. At the same time, it is so ethereal, without the slightest smell of fireworks, and in just a few words, it is the atmosphere of a fairy palace that is refreshing and refreshing.
Since the Tang Dynasty, poetry has developed over hundreds of years, and there are many works with profound and grand artistic conceptions. However, by this time, many poetry works have often gone on the road of exhausting the complicated changes. If we can go back, we can return to our original nature.
Naturally, there are some, either simple or complex, and each has its own characteristics. However, there are only a few whose artistic conception can reach this level. This artistic conception has expanded along with the changes in poems, and it is easy to lift. It is so natural that it is the same as the heyday of the early Tang Dynasty.
The literati's unconstrained style, uninhibited and unrestrained yet never deviating from the theme, are similar to each other. In just a few steps, the master's spirit of this water melody song has been fully revealed. Pan Guangyan paused, looked up and looked down.
A group of talented people continued to read out the next line.
"Turn around the Zhu Pavilion, lower the Qi household, and the light is sleepless. There should be no hatred, why will it last forever when we say goodbye... People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is difficult to do in ancient times... I hope that people will live long and live together thousands of miles apart.
moon."
"... I hope that people will live forever, and we will share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away." The words were catchy. After finishing reading, Pan Guangyan murmured and repeated the last sentence. He looked at the crowd and kept nodding slightly. After a long while, he sighed.
He breathed out, "...What a beautiful poem." At this time, some people in the garden looked at each other, and some people murmured and repeated the words, and it was unusually quiet. In fact, if it were other words, it would be fine, but the title of this water melody song is
It does have a charm that has not faded for thousands of years. In the eyes of poets and poets, there is even a comment in later generations that "the Mid-Autumn Festival poems, as soon as the water tune song comes out, the rest of the poems are useless." At this time, everyone here took this as a
Students, they have studied poetry for decades, some even for a lifetime. When they listened to it, they suddenly felt something similar to this kind of momentum.
It was also in such an atmosphere that Mr. Kang reached out and took the paper. He read it once and nodded slowly. After a while, when he looked again, he seemed to have noticed something and blinked in confusion.
, "Huh?" he said. Then he frowned and thought about something, with a wonderful expression on his face. Noticing his appearance, Mr. Qin, who was still thinking about these words in his mind, turned his head.
"What's wrong?"
"Heh... just take a look."
He handed over the paper, and Mr. Qin squinted his eyes and read it word by word. From the time of the bright moon to the time when we shared the moonlight thousands of miles apart, he found nothing wrong. It was indeed a good word. He took a breath and gently
He shook his head, then narrowed his eyes and paused.
There are naturally a few more words behind the words, but at this time everyone was still feeling these sentences, and Pan Guangyan had not paid attention to them just now.
There was a signature on the lower left side of the paper, and there were seven words written there.
——Su Mansion.
——Ning Yi.
——Ning Liheng.
Mr. Qin was stunned for a moment, then looked at Mr. Kang, and after a while, he laughed dumbly.
"ha……"
On top of the small building of the Su Mansion, Ning Yi got up to drink water and suddenly sneezed so hard that he almost choked. He fell asleep in a daze and pulled the quilt tightly.