At the door outside the building, Xu Juyun and Wang Fengyuan stared at each other. Today's situation was beyond their expectations.
"There must be something wrong with this couplet! I hope Brother Xu can tell me!" Wang Fengyuan asked through gritted teeth.
I wrote a few but were not recognized, but the boy wrote one and was allowed. Xu Juyun could not not be biased towards him, so the boy must have been fooled by the real theme.
"This is not allowed." Xu Juyun looked at his friend bitterly.
He was entrusted by Wei Guogong to preside over civil affairs here. Of course he knew Wei Guogong's awkward thoughts, but could he express them to his mouth? He also wanted to make some friends, but he couldn't say it.
"You can do this!" Wang Fengyuan planned to directly activate the cheating mode.
"This really doesn't exist!" His friend couldn't figure out the secret, and Xu Juyun couldn't help it.
The first four characters in the second couplet of the boy just now are Xiaoyuan Xihui, which is obviously opposite to the East Garden, and also implies that a garden should be built here, which must be to the taste of Wei Guogong.
What's more, the quality of this couplet was so high that the servant even threatened himself that if he dared to show favoritism and refused to let it go, he would give the couplet to Xu Tianci's East Garden. If that happened, Wei Guogong would not spare him.
Seeing Xu Juyun like this, Wang Fengyuan was a little anxious. Why did he lose control again today? He was suppressed when he came up with the name of the building, and he was preempted by others when he wrote the couplets. He was robbed of all the limelight.
But today's highlight is writing poems. He was still behind, but the boy came up first. For some reason, Prince Wang had a vague premonition.
Regardless of the couplets, let’s go up first! Prince Wang waved his hand and decided. As a cheating player, you have the privilege of not abiding by the rules of the game!
Compared with the couplets at the door, the poem inscribed upstairs is obviously more important. Finalize that first, then let your friends praise it, and then go back and slowly ponder the issue of the couplets.
Poetry is nothing if no one helps and praises it! Unless it is so high that it can crush everything, even a blind man can see how powerful it is!
As long as my group goes upstairs, it's their home court!
Xu Juyun thought about it for a while and agreed. Today he was entrusted by Mr. Gu, the head of the Nanjing Literary Circle League, and his main task was to help Wang Fengyuan.
After all, Wang Fengyuan is the successor carefully cultivated by Mr. Gu, and he must be praised. He failed to win the Dongyuan Gathering last time, so there is no room for failure this time.
However, Qin Dewei and his party climbed up the stairs and leaned on the railing to look out into the distance. They were all filled with emotion. The location of the renovated building is really good, taking up the entire view of Mochou Lake.
"Such a beautiful scenery, if you can come here more often, it will not be so easy to see it in the future." Qin Dewei suddenly said to Xu Shi'an while sighing with emotion.
Then he added: "Can't you see what Xu Wei Gong is thinking? If Xu Wei Gong builds a garden in this enclosure, it will be difficult for outsiders to come in and play."
Xu Shi'an, a blue-blooded purebred, raised his head arrogantly: "I am originally from the Xu family. The Duke of Guo built a large garden. How can he not let his own relatives come in for sightseeing? No matter what, I am also a future official of the Xu family. I have class.
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Qin Dewei, a commoner, was speechless, but the beauty of Gu Wang said: "Don't waste time, start writing poems quickly, I'd rather you write it."
Wang Meiren was surprised that she asked herself to write the book for her like last time?
Xu Shian said dissatisfiedly: "Why did you abandon me?"
Qin Dewei pointed out a fact: "You, a hundred households that even King Hui of Liang can't memorize, do you want this title for?
But I have to give you a task. Go and guard the stairs and prevent Xu Juyun, Wang Fengyuan and his gang from coming up!"
One thing about Xu Laosan is that he usually doesn't shy away from anything Qin Dewei asks him to do. He immediately goes to the stairs and sits on the steps, directly blocking the passage upstairs.
The best location on the entire floor is, of course, the side facing the lake. There is a screen-like screen wall built between the stairwell and the lake side.
At present, except for the decorative patterns on the corners, the screen wall is still blank. It is obviously a place where poems are waiting to be written. There is also a slightly larger pen and ink placed under the screen wall.
Qin Dewei measured it and couldn't help but sigh: "This screen wall is too big. How many poems does Xu Wei Gong want to leave behind?"
Wang Lianqing also looked up at the huge screen wall: "No one has written a poem yet. I don't know if it is because no one dares to write a poem, or because the newly built building has no one to write a poem."
Qin Dewei made a very irresponsible guess and said: "Based on the fact that Xu Wei Gong is so concerned and competitive, someone may have asked the question, but it dissatisfied Xu Wei Gong and was washed away again."
Wang Lianqing raised his pen and stood in the middle: "Tell me, what should I write?"
Qin Dewei leisurely sat down against the railing and directed Miss Wang: "Why are you standing in the middle? Stand on the far right."
Wang Meiren couldn't understand and questioned: "The middle position is the most eye-catching and important position. Why don't you write your poem in the middle?"
Qin Dewei smiled sadly: "Who said I won't write in the middle? But I have to start from the far right."
Wang Lianqing, who was holding the brush high, suddenly had an ominous premonition. He started writing from the far right, where should he end?
When Xu Juyun took Wang Fengyuan and the county academicians up from the first floor, they found someone lying on the stairs, blocking the way.
"Xu Juyun, you are so unethical in what you do." Twelve-year-old Xu Shi'an pointed at Xu Juyun, who was in his thirties, and said in an old-fashioned way:
"Just now, you were pretending to be impartial down below, and now you see someone taking the lead, so you just lead them up in a hurry? What kind of prince is this? What kind of works do you have?"
One side is condescending and righteous, while the other side is feeling weak and short of breath, so they can only argue back and forth.
Xu Shi'an deliberately delayed the time and said: "We are doing something inside, and we will come down after it is over. Why are you in a hurry? When you are writing poems, do you want a group of people around you to disturb you?"
Xu Juyun said to Wang Fengyuan: "Don't be impatient. Even if you ask him to write two strokes first, what will it do? The quality of poetry is never determined by the order of precedence."
At this time, there were some faint sounds coming from upstairs.
A woman kept panting and said: "It's not over yet? You don't even feel sorry for me! This posture is so sore!"
"It's coming soon, it's going to be better soon. If you bear with it a little longer, you'll feel better soon." Another slightly immature male voice said.
Xu Juyun and the bachelors from Yiqian County looked strange. Is this what you, Xu Laosan, said to do?
Xu Shian turned around in astonishment and looked at the screen wall behind him, but he couldn't see what was going on on the other side of the screen wall, but he could imagine and figure it out!
You, Qin Dewei, drove Xu Laosan away, but you played games with Sister Wang alone? Do you still have brotherly loyalty?
Xu Shian quit, jumped up from the steps, and rushed to the other side of the screen wall.
Xu Juyun and the bachelors from Yiqian County looked at each other, and then followed him up. If there was really something unsightly, they didn't mind watching it.
As soon as he turned around, Wang Fengyuan's eyes suddenly split, and he saw that the originally large screen wall had been covered with densely written words.
A woman in a bright red robe embroidered with gold butterfly patterns was half squatting, trying her best to write the last few words in the corner. Another young man in commoner clothes stood beside him, pointing.
Then the woman slammed the pen to the ground, as if she had been tortured, and staggered towards the railing, while the boy in cloth clothes spoke with a smile.
Now there was no blank space at all, and he even wrote a nonsense poem! Wang Fengyuan, who had suffered many setbacks today, couldn't help but get angry and shouted: "You women and children, you dare to destroy the screen wall, you will live or die!"
The young man in commoner clothes looked back at Wang Fengyuan and muttered disdainfully, "I'm afraid he's not a fool."
When Wang Fengyuan was about to say something else, Xu Juyun pulled him and motioned to read first. Wang Fengyuan raised his eyes and looked carefully at the words on the wall with the county scholar.
"In March of the ninth year of Jiajing, Duke Wei of Xu rebuilt the abandoned building by Mochou Lake. On a spring day, I climbed the building and could not help myself when looking at the beautiful scenery. My spirit burst out and I wrote thirty-six lines of poems to commemorate it. I also imitated the ancients' method of repeating characters.
The word "Fang" revolves around.
In whose house are the fragrant trees lush and verdant, with thousands of blossoms and leaves shining all around... The fragrant thoughts arise with the fragrant trees, and the fragrant scenery flows due to the fragrant trees. It is difficult to spend the fragrance with resentment, where can the fragrant people enjoy the feast?
As soon as I move my fragrant toes, the fragrant birds are fragrant, but the fragrant mud annoys the fragrant swallows. I don't mind the fragrant sleeves folding the fragrant rosettes, but I still pity the fragrant butterflies lingering on the fragrant fans. But if I chase the fragrant news into the fragrant years, I would rather know that the fragrant grass leaves behind the fragrant mother-of-pearl. The fragrant mother-of-pearl
The fragrant trees are still there, but the fragrant trees come back in autumn...
Looking at the flowers in the mirror is originally charming, and the hairpin is turned back to call out the beauty. How is it like the pine and laurel guests in the past, the carved clouds are sweet and the snow is worthy of climbing."
Everyone read the book in silence and were speechless for a while. I have to say that the whole article is really fresh and beautiful, as if the spring scenery is leaping out.
Moreover, it is long, with thirty-six sentences and seven words, and the total number of words is nearly 250! Together with the preface, which is more than 300 words, it is no wonder that it covers the entire screen wall.
Someone even counted and found that the twelve sentences in the middle section actually used twenty-three Chinese characters in a row, making it smooth, natural, pleasing to the eye, and perfect. The technique was so powerful and terrifying!
The choice of words and sentences may be criticized, after all, there is no best in writing, but this powerful technique of repeating twenty-three words in a row can directly crush it, who can compare with it?
When Xu Juyun stopped checking the door, many people took the opportunity to go upstairs. More and more people were watching. Someone on the spot exclaimed: "This is really a powerful work!"
After Wang Fengyuan finished reading, he subconsciously looked at the signature. There was another very familiar signature - a play by a primary school student, written by Wang Lianqing.
Wang Fengyuan suddenly raised his head, pointed at a certain boy and shouted: "So you are a primary school student!"
The first time he appeared next to Wang Lianqing might have been a coincidence, but the second time was definitely not a coincidence! Then Wang Lianqing was not a fool, and there was no reason for him to accompany this little boy again and again.
Qin Dewei ignored Prince Wang and only spoke to Beauty Wang: "Are you happy?"
Wang Lianqing, who was tricked into raising a brush and writing more than 300 large characters on the wall, felt as if her arms were filled with lead and she couldn't lift them up at all. She couldn't hit anyone even if she wanted to.
She looked into the crowd and said, "It's a pity that Senior Sister Feng disappeared and I didn't see her."
Wang Fengyuan shouted again: "People who hide their heads and show their tails don't dare to give their names!"
Qin Dewei stood leaning on the railing, looking at the distant mountains, and said calmly: "I like to be reclusive by nature, and I hate frivolity. I am not a person who is diligently seeking fame."
Wang Fengyuan was furious again. Who are you trying to say is seeking fame? Who is showing off?
You are not seeking fame, but you have written a wall of poems to leave others with nowhere to go. What are you trying to do?
Mr. Wang has nothing but many friends! Someone immediately stood up to support Mr. Wang.
I saw a fat scholar saying: "To put it bluntly, this poem is not a big deal. It is just an imitation of the "Moonlight Night on the Spring River" written by Zhang Ruoxu of the Tang Dynasty!
"Spring River with Flowers and Moonlight Night" has more than a dozen characters for "jiang" and "yue", and you have the characters for "fang", that's it. The level is much worse, let alone creativity, it's just something that the prince disdains!"
But Wang Fengyuan was very angry. Could you please stop mentioning "Spring River with Flowers and Moonlit Night"? Didn't you remind others that you compared this song with "Spring River with Flowers and Moonlit Night"?
I’m tired, this time my friends still can’t do it, I’m considering changing to another group.
Qin Dewei looked up to the sky and laughed: "How outstanding our students are in Daoxian County, but it turns out that the famous Wang Jishan is just like this!
Regarding Xiaozi’s work, there are indeed traces of its predecessors’ origins, but it is not “Spring River with Flowers and Moonlight Night”!
It’s a pity that you, the Six Dynasties sect, can’t figure out the origin of this poem. Wang Jishan, Wang Jishan, you really disappoint me!”
I don’t know how many times Mr. Wang has been furious. The comments just now were made by a fat man. Are you going to slap me on the head?
Qin Dewei shook his head: "I wanted to talk about poetry and lyrics with you, but now seeing how educated you are, I might as well forget it."
After finishing speaking, Qin Dewei walked through the crowd, waved his sleeves and went downstairs.
Qin Dewei's self-evaluation just now was a bit high-ranking, and most people didn't understand it. What is the source of the context, and why can he ridicule Wang Fengyuan, a poet of the Six Dynasties School, for being ignorant?
While everyone was scratching their heads and scratching their heads, thirsty for knowledge, someone laughed three times and said, "When it comes to the origin of this poem, it is a variant of Qi Liang style!"
Then he saw this man standing up, cupping his hands and saying to everyone around him: "I am He Liangjun, a student from Songjiang Prefecture. I just arrived in Nanjing for the first time and am not familiar with the place..."
Wang Fengyuan stood numbly outside the crowd, looked at his Baiwuyiyongzhu teammates, and then at He Liangjun.
Other people's masterpieces, pig teammates, reading comprehension... In a trance, it feels like yesterday happened again.
He Liangjun also finalized the reception for tomorrow's Nanshi Building Street, and then began to explain: "I recently happened to specialize in the "Selected Works" to study the Six Dynasties, so I gained a little bit.
The origin and context of this poem should be a tribute to Xiao Yi's "Spring Day" of the Six Dynasties, which means that spring brings beauty to the Spring Festival. In this poem, the spring breeze passes by, and the word "spring" is superimposed. And in the poem on the wall, the word "fang" is superimposed.
Judging from the style characteristics, it is more like imitating the Six Dynasties Qi Liang style than the Spring River Flower Moonlight Night. That is why the original author lamented that the Six Dynasties poets did not know the origin of this poem, which is really ironic...
This primary school student is extremely talented, and he is absolutely extraordinary! We put all our effort into creating, but he may just be showing off his skills out of boredom."
Xu Juyun was speechless. What Wei Guogong wanted was to be popular. Wouldn't this kind of fancy show-off skills be popular?
I looked at Prince Wang Fengyuan again and found that I couldn't help him even if I wanted to. It's not that our army is incompetent, but the enemy's army is too strong.