Ye Qingyun wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. It was really uncomfortable.
With the theme of autumn?
He can dig out a dozen songs from his mind at random.
Seeing the pained expression on Ye Qingyun's face, others thought that Ye Qingyun was stumped by this.
"It seems that this person is not good at writing poetry either."
"Yes, with the theme of autumn, it stumped this person directly."
"It's not surprising. After all, Du Wei is the poet saint of our Tang Dynasty. Not everyone can answer the questions he asked."
...
Everyone talked a lot and felt that they could accept it.
At least Ye Qingyun cannot compare with the poets of the Tang Dynasty in terms of poetry writing.
"How? Can you compose a poem within one stick of incense?"
Du Wei asked.
Ye Qingyun scratched his head.
"Uh, one song is enough, right?"
As soon as these words came out, Du Wei was stunned.
Everyone else was also confused.
What's the meaning?
Is one song enough?
Can you still make several more songs?
"Can you do it?"
Du Wei asked a little surprised.
Ye Qingyun nodded.
"Have it already."
Everyone immediately looked at Ye Qingyun in shock.
Ye Qingyun cleared his throat.
Open your mouth and come.
"The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is covered with frost, the river maples are fishing and the fire is facing melancholy."
"Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rings for the passenger ship!"
As soon as this poem was uttered, everyone present was stunned.
Especially the poet Dewey.
At this moment, he was no longer a poet, but rather lost his mind.
Dewey stood there in a daze, his whole body shaky.
It was like I had received a heavy blow.
Dewey kept reciting the poem that Ye Qingyun just recited.
The more you read, the faster you read.
The more I miss you, the more depressed you become.
It’s over!
No need to compare.
Ye Qingyun's poem directly tore Dewey's pride as a poet into pieces once again.
"What do you think of my young master's poem?"
Shen Tianhua asked everyone at the right time.
He was also extremely shocked.
In the past, I only knew that Ye Qingyun was an extraordinary person with unfathomable cultivation.
But I didn't expect that Ye Qingyun actually had such attainments in poetry.
"It seems that the master is indeed a master, and he is proficient in everything. It is really unpredictable!"
In Shen Tianhua's heart, his awe for Ye Qingyun deepened.
Everyone looks at me and I look at him.
What else can be said?
Anyone who is not a fool can appreciate the style and artistic conception of this poem.
Although the whole poem does not use a single word "autumn", the artistic conception conveyed makes people deeply feel the strong autumn spirit.
The feeling of loneliness and desolation of autumn comes to my face.
Exquisite!
Breathtaking!
It simply cannot be described as good.
It can be called a famous poem through the ages.
Everyone in the Tang Dynasty knows that this poem is very good.
But it would be better if this poem was written by Du Wei.
But it happened to come from Ye Qingyun.
This makes them very embarrassed.
If you praise it too much, wouldn't it embarrass Du Wei?
Therefore, everyone present could only hesitate and hesitate to speak too directly.
"well."
It was Du Wei who spoke himself.
He sighed and looked at Ye Qingyun with admiration.
Then he hugged his fists towards Ye Qingyun.
"Mr. Ye, you really impressed Du."
Ye Qingyun smiled and clasped his fists.
"No, no, that's ridiculous."
Du Wei shook his head with a serious face.
"Can you tell me the name of this poem?"
"Well, this poem is called Night Mooring at Maple Bridge."
"Night Mooring at Maple Bridge? What a poem, what a name! Appropriate!"
Du Wei was startled, and then he was full of praise.
"This poem contains detailed thoughts, including the scenery in just four lines, allowing us to continue to see a quiet and distant artistic conception."
Others dare not comment, nor are they capable of commenting.
Du Wei himself commented.
He really loved this poem.
"On an autumn night, there are fishing fires on the river bank, and travelers are lying and listening to the sound of bells in the quiet night. All the scenes are described with a unique eye."
"One stillness and one movement, one light and one dark. On the river bank, the combination of the scenery and the character's mood have reached a very high level of tacit harmony!"
"It's wonderful! It's wonderful!"
Du Wei became more and more excited as he talked, and finally burst into tears.
This made Ye Qingyun a little shocked.
Why are you still crying?
Do you want to be so excited?
"Lao Du, please stop talking. Now it's Mr. Ye's turn to ask the question."
Yi Tianxing said from the side.
Only then did Du Wei calm down.
"Master Ye, please give me a question."
Ye Qingyun didn't want to embarrass Du Wei.
He just wanted to end this unreasonable fight as soon as possible.
Ye Qingyun looked at it casually, and then stared at a big peach tree not far away.
"That's it."
Ye Qingyun pointed at the peach tree.
Everyone looked at the peach tree one after another.
A very ordinary peach tree.
But because it grew in the palace, it was well taken care of by the people in the palace, and it can be said that it has lush branches and leaves.
Although it is autumn, the peach blossoms are still in full bloom.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
A peach tree, this shouldn’t be a difficult question.
With Du Wei's ability, he can definitely create a top-notch masterpiece easily.
Everyone looked at Du Wei with anticipation.
And what about Du Wei?
He looked at the peach tree, and for a moment he felt his mind was empty.
Although peach trees are very common, the more common they are, the harder it is to write poetry with them.
Because writing poetry requires adding emotion.
If you don’t have your own true feelings, the poems you produce will inevitably be extremely inferior.
A peach tree, what true feelings can Du Wei have towards it?
Even if you want to express your appreciation for the lushness of the peach trees, there is no way to start.
He frowned and thought hard.
Finally got an idea.
Du Wei pondered for a moment and began to compose a poem.
"A peach blossom tree is in full bloom, and thousands of flowers come into view."
"If you can go out and worry about it, just wait for the flowers to bloom and the willows to bloom."
This poem really made Du Wei rack his brains.
Even after it was done, he himself felt dissatisfied.
Because the artistic conception of the previous sentence and the latter sentence are slightly different.
But this is the limit of what he can do in a short period of time.
He can certainly make better poems, but he needs to slowly refine them and spend some time.
“What a poem, what a poem!”
"I'm willing to accept the defeat!"
Ye Qingyun decisively admitted defeat, which was called a clean and tidy decision.
Everyone looked at him with strange expressions.
We are not fools, so we can naturally tell which of the poems the two of them just wrote is good and who is bad.
Ye Qingyun's decisive surrender was too deliberate.
Du Wei looked bitter.
"Master Ye, I lost."
"No, no, no, I lost!"
"..."
I have never seen anyone rushing to admit defeat.
Du Wei no longer argued about winning or losing, but instead asked: "Master Ye, can you write a poem with the theme of peach trees?"
