Ignoring the unruly Liu Jibai, Chu Gong got new inspiration after a brief chat with his friends.
Communicating with each other is a common thing. How can it be considered a foul when it comes to scholars? There is no ghostwriting!
Chu Gong's thoughts suddenly surged, and he waved the wolf hair in his hand. In just half the time of burning the incense, he had already completed a five-rhyme poem.
"Where does the autumn wind come? The geese are returning home in mourning.
Close to the Dongting Water, you can climb to the balcony of the mountain alone.
The heart is long and lonely, haggard and only the shadow is fading.
Where can I repay my family and my country? My shadow lingers under the moon."
After the poem was finished, everyone savored it carefully.
This poem is so much better than what Chu Gong did before!?
Is this the true strength of Yuezhou Jieyuan?!
A poem with five rhymes vividly expresses Chu Gong's mood in the early autumn when he climbed high to think and worry about the country and the people!
It instantly sublimates the mood of autumn. Since ancient times, the heart of autumn has been split in two. Autumn and sadness have always been associated with each other.
"Okay! Chu Jieyuan's poem is excellent!"
The person who spoke this time was not the younger brother who had been the admirer before, but a talented man from the capital. He had the reputation of being a civil servant, and was known as a talented person in the capital. He was also preparing to strive for fame in the spring of next year.
Just now he had dismissed the Yuezhou Jieyuan, thinking that his talent was mediocre, but as soon as this poem came out, he immediately made him face up to his opponent Chu Gong!
"Since the autumn wind has risen to the level of national worry, Brother Chu's height is the height that young people like us should be. We are worried about our country and our country. When we can show our talents, we will be better for the welfare of the people!"
This kind of thinking is exactly what most young people think.
Even Liu Bin, who was on the second floor, savored it carefully and said, "Not bad! It's really a good poem!"
It is rare for a state to have such poetic talent in Jieyuan!
Yang Qingyuan immediately smiled after listening to this poem on the third floor!
The great masters of the past dynasties borrowed words to use.
Then he picked up a pen on the side and wrote. He finished writing the upper and lower columns in a few dozen breaths, and then handed it over to the master of Qingwu Academy.
After taking Yang Qingyuan's poem manuscript and reading it, Master Qingwu couldn't help but chuckle.
"Master Yang, what a loss!"
Then she handed the poem manuscript to the maid at the side and said, "Pass it on!"
At this time, Chu Gong was already confident of winning, and this poem was a superb performance for him! He may not be able to write such a good sentence in a different place!
This one! I’m sure to win!
When he saw the maid coming downstairs with the manuscript, Chu Gong confidently stepped forward and took the manuscript from the maid's hand.
"I won't bother you girl this time, let me recite it for everyone!"
Afterwards, Chu Gong gracefully unfolded the manuscript in the maid's hand, and when he was about to read it, he stood blankly on the spot.
Everyone didn't notice it at first. They were still discussing Chu Gong's poems just now. They didn't notice anything strange about Chu Gong. On the contrary, Chu Gong's younger brother had already noticed that his boss was a little strange.
He stepped forward and asked, "Brother Chu, what happened!?"
Then he saw the piece of paper in Chu Gong's hand, and he followed Chu Gong and stood on the spot.
Gradually, more people discovered Chu Gong's strange behavior, and more and more people gathered around him.
The originally noisy Qingwu Courtyard fell silent, with only one scholar looking at the paper and reading softly:
"The young man didn't know the feeling of sorrow, so he fell in love with the stairs. He fell in love with the stairs and forced himself to talk about his sorrow in order to compose new poems. Now that he knows the feeling of sorrow, he wants to say it but doesn't want to say it. He wants to say it but he says it's a cold autumn..."
After reciting the word, the whole place fell into silence.
Even Liu Bin read the last sentence over and over again, "It's a cool autumn day."
All the literati and poets present looked at each other in astonishment.
The general meaning of Chu Gong's poem just now is - in autumn, with nothing to do, alone, by the Dongting Lake, climbing a high-rise building in Yueyang, worrying about the country and the people, to the point where it is difficult to eat or sleep peacefully.
Under the moonlight, only shadows linger.
The whole article is just one word - "sorrow"!
I thought there was nothing wrong with this word just now, but now after listening to the poem "Ugly Slave" by Master Qingwu, and comparing it with Chu Gong's poems, it seems too artificial and unnecessary.
At this time, Chu Gong looked full of energy, wide and fat, with a rosy complexion. How could he look like he was losing weight day by day because he was worried about his family and country?
However, this is actually a common problem among many literati. They usually don't pay attention to this. If they talk about it, I'm afraid most people will be labeled as "explaining worries for the sake of writing new words".
Liu Bin, the minister of etiquette, couldn't help but look towards the third floor, where the master of Qingwu Academy was. The sorrow in his book was not the sorrow of separation, but the sorrow of family and country. It was euphemistic and implicit, but not revealed... But when I read it,
The author's worries and melancholy can be seen between the lips and teeth. This is already an excellent work, and one word will be passed down from generation to generation.
How could Qingwu Academy Master, a female businessman, have such experience? How could he have such a big heart!?
Of course, Yang Qingyuan obviously has more say in the matter of the ambition of the Qingwu Academy Master! His own ambition for his family and country does not dare to be compared with that of the Qingwu Academy Master! It means that Li Mochou is here to be able to fight!
Getting back to the topic, Liu Bin can conclude that there is an expert's guidance behind the master of Qingwu Academy, and Liu Bin has already made a guess in his mind.
Based on that person's poetry skills, the sadness, anger and melancholy revealed in the whole poem may not be an expression of emotion but more a slap in the face!
"Young men don't know the feeling of sorrow, so they forcefully talk about sorrow in order to compose new words..."
Chu Gong had just finished writing about the sorrow of his family and country when his opponent wrote such a sentence... Liu Bin sighed secretly, hoping that Chu Gong would not leave any psychological shadow.
But it is very likely that after tonight, Chu Gong will never dare to write about sorrow again!
At this time, the expressions of the talented scholars and scholars around them also changed slightly.
Their basic appreciation ability is still there, and this word is indeed much higher than Chu Gong's poem.
Of course, the more important thing is that the wording of this poem is really heart-wrenching!
"Young people don't know the feeling of sadness, so they fall in love with upstairs. Falling in love with stairs, they forcefully talk about sadness in order to compose new words..."
The word "young man" doesn't just refer to Chu Gong? This is a map cannon that mocks all the young talented scholars present, and they all feel as if they have been shot in the chest.
The key is that they can't fight back because the other party is telling the truth.
Life has just begun, and I have not experienced many things. Without rich life experience, how can I have so many worries and sorrows?
Thinking of the melancholy poems I once wrote, I couldn't help but feel a burning feeling on my face.
At this moment, Chu Gong's face turned pale, and he stared blankly at the paper, as if his heart had been hit hard by a sledgehammer, and he was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.
If Chu Gong's psychological quality hadn't been good enough, he might have cried on the spot during the performance!
Looking up at the direction of the third floor, Chu Gong's heart was full of grief and anger.
To compose a new poem, I force myself to express my sorrow... Why do I have such a deep grudge against you?! You want to attack so cruelly!
Chu Gong felt that after today, he might leave his name in the literary world and become a legend through the ages - the villain who composes new words and expresses sorrow!
A few years later, perhaps the number one scholar exploring flowers or even today may be forgotten by future generations, but Chu Gong's name will be mentioned as long as the allusion of "forcing new words to express sorrow" is mentioned, and it will be passed down through the ages!