Chapter 20 Poetry and ink, Fan Lao shoots the case
"Nine Courtyard Poetry Society, First Title, Autumn."
From a tall building in the distance, a slightly aged but energetic voice came.
This is the person who came up with the question in the Red Mansion. He has already given the question.
And then, it is time for many talented people to show their talents.
After hearing this topic, many talented people have already started thinking hard.
The rules are very simple. Within a quarter of an hour after the topic is given, the talented scholar must submit the poem on the topic.
It will be handed over to the mountain chiefs in the Red Mansion for review. After the review is completed, three articles will be selected and handed over to everyone upstairs for appreciation.
And everyone will choose one article as the leading article.
Although many talented people say they are far from those great talents, once the poetry meeting begins, they all start writing vigorously.
Xu Hanliang, who was not yet full, continued to eat his food slowly, completely ignoring Li Shishi who was standing beside him.
Even after the poem was titled, it still looked ordinary.
This made Master Li on the side feel a little anxious.
"Sir, is it time to compose poetry?"
Half an hour had passed before Master Li asked.
"No rush."
Xu Hanliang waved his hand and didn't care.
Now there are already some poems, which have been spread to the Red Mansion one after another.
Wei Chenghe had already written a poem and handed it to the maid waiting in the distance.
When I turned around and found that Xu Hanliang was still eating there, I couldn't help but feel proud.
He said in a loud voice: "What you hear is false. Articles are made by nature and can be obtained by chance. Even if some people become copycats, they can only gain temporary fame."
While talking, he looked in the direction of Xu Hanliang.
Many talented people who were equally jealous of Xu Hanliang also began to discuss in low voices.
Xu Hanliang knew very well about these scholars.
If they were just a humble son of a sinner, they would be full of pity for themselves.
Once you walk in front of them, you will be stabbed in the back by their words.
Hearing this, even Master Li on the side could not help but feel a little suspicious.
She came to Changshu a few days ago. Out of boredom, she got a copy of "The Romance of the West Chamber" from her sisters.
Whether she is a charming oiran or a maid from an ordinary family, their pursuit of love is similar.
After reading a copy of "The Romance of the West Chamber", Master Li felt uneasy for a long time.
Not only because of the beautiful writing style of "The Romance of the West Chamber", but also because of Cui Yingying's pursuit of love.
Even he couldn't help but connect Cui Yingying with himself.
Although Cui Yingying is our young lady, she is the canary in the cage just like herself.
But Cui Yingying has the courage to break the shackles, but she is different.
Because of this, he wanted to meet the author of this book.
She originally thought he was a carefree and romantic young man, but after meeting him, she couldn't help but be a little disappointed.
Could it be that Xu Hanliang is really a copycat?
Time passed moment by moment, and these talented people either failed to show it, or they had already submitted their poems.
Just when everyone thought Xu Hanliang was about to give up, he looked at Li Shishi on the side.
"Miss Shishi, can you help me practice ink?"
Master Li was startled for a moment, then nodded.
Xu Hanliang spread the rice paper flat, and the brush was already moistened in the pen washing dish.
After getting some ink on it, Xu Hanliang began to write.
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In the Red Mansion.
Several mountain chiefs were selecting poems in their hands, but they were shaking their heads frequently.
Most of the more than sixty pages of poems are general and cannot be considered elegant at all.
After selecting and selecting, I could only pick out two poems that were acceptable.
Looking at the signatures, it turned out to be the two great talents from the Liangzhe area.
These mountain leaders couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, lamenting that this was the worst class they had ever led.
"There are only two pages, so please submit two pages so as not to stain the eyes of some adults with other clumsy poems."
A mountain leader sighed and handed it to the boy beside him.
When the boy heard this, he picked up two pages of poems and slowly went upstairs.
"It's pity that the talented people from Zhejiang and Zhejiang provinces are mediocre. When will the day when I, the talented person from Jiangnan Province, will make his mark?"
Another mountain chief also began to mourn.
"Chief Shan, here is another poem."
Outside the door, a maid hurried in.
"Send it over."
A mountain chief waved his hand casually, but he didn't hold out much hope.
But when he took the rice paper and saw the verses on it, his expression became a little dull.
Seeing this scene, the mountain chief next door took the rice paper with some doubts.
After reading the poem, I was already shouting: "What a poem, what a poem!"
"Have I, a talented scholar from the south of the Yangtze River, really fallen to this level?"
On the third floor, an old man held two pages of poetry and lamented.
"It's just poetry and songs. Can this thing save the country?"
Hearing this, Mr. Fan leaned against the window and said disdainfully.
As a practical person, he has always looked down upon poetry, especially those related to autumn.
All poems related to autumn have the meaning of bleak autumn wind, withering of all things, and overwhelming sadness.
In Mr. Fan's opinion, crying and crying are of course useless.
Therefore, he just took a look at these two poems and then made no comments.
Just when everyone was struggling with which poem to choose as the leader, the boy went up to the attic again.
"My lords, these are the last poems selected by the mountain chief."
After hearing this, the last Changshu County Magistrate took the poem from the boy's hand.
After seeing the signature of this poem, I was a little surprised.
"Is it him?"
Changshu County Magistrate whispered.
The sound was not loud, but it fell into Fan Lao's ears.
Mr. Fan frowned: "Could it be that he is a student you know? Don't be partial to him just because we know each other."
"Students naturally don't."
When Jiang Wen heard this, he nodded immediately.
"Read it and let us hear it."
Hearing this, Mr. Fan nodded.
"Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say that autumn is better than spring."
Just after he said a few words, everyone around him fell silent for an instant.
Although these first two sentences have no fancy words, they are quite fascinating.
Especially Mr. Fan, who disliked Qiu Shi, had already begun to listen attentively.
“A crane flies above the clouds in a clear sky, bringing poetry to the blue sky.”
The poem was originally focused on the ground to describe one's different feelings about autumn.
And this last sentence brings the perspective directly to the sky, which has the meaning of clearing the clouds and seeing the sun.
"color!"
Mr. Fan suddenly clapped his hands and shouted loudly.
Just this poetic meaning can overwhelm the other two autumn poems.
Not only Mr. Fan, but also several other officials also cheered.
Fan Lao, who was excited, took the poem directly from Jiang Wen's hand, wanting to see who the talented person was who wrote the poem.
But after seeing the name on the side, his expression became a little weird.