Song Mu was looking at the bright moonlight outside at this moment. The moonlight brought a bit of coolness and dispelled the trace of alcohol on his body.
The bright moon is in the sky, bright and flawless.
The rushing river in the distance and the sparkling moonlight reflected on the tiles on the attic window sill in front of me are so beautiful.
Song Mu turned around and saw everyone in the field again.
Seeing the hopeful and doubtful looks from everyone, he pursed his lips slightly at this moment, felt relieved, and then took the bookcase that had been handed over to him.
Song Mu sighed softly and apologized in his heart. At this moment, he also picked up the brush and dipped it in ink.
Since Mr. Dongpo's "Mid-Autumn Moon" is not satisfactory, let's convince everyone with Mr. Dongpo's masterpiece.
Ren Yuanyu, who was watching Song Mu's expression from the side, suddenly changed his expression at this moment.
Although he had some understanding of Song Mu's poetic talent, looking at Song Mu's current state, it seemed as if he already had poetry in his heart and was just waiting to write it out.
This made Ren Yuanyu feel a little bad. Could it be that Song Mu was just hiding his clumsiness?
On the contrary, he got the idea?
After seeing it for just a moment, Song Mu began to dip his toes in ink. At this moment, the faces of everyone around him also showed a bit of surprise.
Seeing that Song Mu was not going to recite it first, several students who were nearby also moved closer to the front. Zhang Tianju and others had already arrived beside Song Mu, waiting for Song Mu to start writing.
Even Fang Mingyuan and others who were sitting in front now had a bit of curiosity on their faces.
And Song Mu had already put pen to paper.
"On the Mid-Autumn Festival in Jiashen, I drank happily till the end of the day and got very drunk. I wrote this article to cherish my distant relatives and old friends."
Seeing that Song Mu had written a few sentences of preface, everyone's faces were a little more surprised at this moment, but their eyes continued to watch Song Mu continue writing.
At this moment, Song Mu's pen tip almost landed on the paper, but the expression on his face was a little sighing.
By writing like this, I hope I can be worthy of Mr. Dongpo in the future.
When everyone saw Song Mu pause for a moment, they thought something was wrong with Song Mu again, but then they saw Song Mu start writing with a firm look on his face.
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine."
"I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky."
"I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places."
"Dancing clear shadow, like in the world?"
Song Mu completed it in one go, but in an instant the poem appeared on the page, and the surging talent burst out from the poem!
The whole hall was in an uproar!
When Zhang Tianju next to him read out these words with Song Mu's strokes, he suddenly raised his head, with a look of complete astonishment on his face.
The fairy spirit overflowing all over the paper makes people feel that these sentences are a stroke of genius!
The students standing around Song Mu all let out a slight exclamation at this moment, and Fang Mingyuan and others also suddenly put down their wine glasses, looking surprised.
"Huh? This is just the first half of the battle, can it trigger such a surge of talent?!"
Everyone was astonished, and those downstairs also had expressions of astonishment when they heard that the person who inspired such talent was only the first half of a poem written by Song Mu.
Some people are already walking up quietly, and some people have already taken out pen and ink and written out the Shangque that they just read.
At this moment, Song Mu, who was sitting upright, still looked attentive. He only paused for a moment before writing again.
"Turn around the Zhu Pavilion, lower the Qi household, and the light will shine on the sleepless people."
"There shouldn't be any hatred, why would we be reunited when we say goodbye?"
"People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This has never been the case in ancient times."
"Nung, moon and new moon."
Xiaque's poems were also written in an instant, and everything went smoothly.
And as Zhang Tianju finished reciting, everyone couldn't stop exclaiming.
If we say that the poems he obtained before were already full of talent, the poem written by Song Mu now is simply like the difference between heaven and earth.
The erratic, gorgeous and fairy-filled feeling surprised countless people.
This feeling is extremely surprising, and even makes people feel a little ecstatic.
"Wait a minute, why is the rhythm of this word so familiar?"
At this moment, one student suddenly spoke, and the others suddenly came to their senses, with thoughts on their faces.
And Ren Yuanyu, who was standing in front of Song Mu, was the first to react.
"This word is... Water Melodies Songtou?"
Ren Yuanyu said slowly, and another poem written by Song Mu immediately appeared in his mind.
The song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" was written during the provincial examination, with gorgeous words and rich artistic conception.
Song Mu actually used the same ci brand name, but he created another ci that was so grand. It already had the feeling of a higher level, no, infinite sublimation.
At this moment, Song Mu's expression was calm, and the movements in his hands were also unhurried, and he once again picked up the pen and started writing.
"Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Jiashen Mid-Autumn Festival"
The title of the word was completed, and then the literary spirit surged into the sky. The autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves. Wherever you looked, the literary spirit flowed across the sky, and flowers bloomed everywhere!
At this moment, a huge amount of literary energy quickly poured out from this magnificent Tengwang Pavilion, bringing with it a splendid brilliance.
"What kind of poetry is this?!"
Everyone who saw the violent movement on the building exclaimed, but some people shouted loudly.
"This word is so wonderful. The upper palace is solitary, high and far away, while the lower palace is full of warmth and warmth. It's so wonderful!"
The beautiful words flooded the entire building in an instant. Countless people were shocked by the brilliance brought by these words, and they were deeply moved by every sentence in the words.
Every sentence in it seems to be a famous saying, and each word seems ordinary, but just combined like this, it makes people feel extremely mysterious!
Everyone was amazed at this, and on the top floor of the building, Fang Mingyuan and others immediately stood up. He Shilin next to him looked surprised at this moment, and even frowned slightly.
"This word, does it mean that there are many talents?"
"More than that, it's full of brilliance. This word may be as talented as any other!"
"The word Yuyu soars to the sky, this word already has the meaning of transcendence, which is beyond the comparison of ordinary things!"
Fang Mingyuan sighed with emotion, and what was reflected in his eyes was Song Mu's calm and steady look.
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"This word, with a bit of celestial spirit and arrogance, asked the sky for wine, and I seemed to see the light of my ancestors."
All the officials were astonished by this, and everyone in the scene was shocked.
With such a grand scene, they seemed to have witnessed a moment that they could remember for the rest of their lives.
In the field, Zhang Tianju, Ren Yuanyu and others were also completely stunned. If they were somewhat confident in their abilities before, they didn't think much of Song Mu. Maybe they thought he was just slightly better.
But at this moment, they already had earth-shaking feelings about this.
Song Mu, who was able to write such poems, had completely left them behind. As soon as he started writing, his literary spirit followed him. He just completed a poem and it was able to shock the past and the present.
This poem will be a height that will be difficult for me to reach!
Beside him, Yi Xuesheng had woken up from his drunken state. He looked at the high-spirited Song Mu in front of him, recalled the poem just now, and smiled.
A smile that actually carries a bit of vicissitudes of life and understanding.
The image of picking up the paper ball on the ground that day came to mind again. From that moment on, I already knew,
What does it mean that there is heaven outside the sky, and there are people outside the world.
In the eye of the literary storm, Song Mu was sitting on the top of the pavilion, his hair flying at the moment and his face full of energy.
The monstrous literary energy has already poured out of this place, and now it bursts into the night sky.
Thousands of people in the city who were enjoying the moon and celebrating suddenly saw a flash of neon light in the night sky.