Lin Xuan came to the table, picked up his pen and started writing.
When Meng Yuan saw this scene, he had a bad feeling for some reason.
They guessed that Lin Xuan was not good at writing poems about snow, so they asked such a question, but Lin Xuan started writing it without even thinking about it. It didn't look like he was good at it.
Did Lin Xuan go back and write a poem specifically about snow since the last poetry meeting?
But now that the question has been revealed, it's too late to regret it.
Meng Yuan took a deep breath, eliminated distracting thoughts, picked up a pen and pretended to think.
Lin Xuan chose a poem with not many words. When he finished writing it, Meng Yuan had not yet started writing.
Meng Yuan saw that Lin Xuan had finished writing, but the incense had not burned even a third of it, so he simply put down the pen and wanted to read Lin Xuan's poems first.
Lin Xuan did not go to see Meng Yuan. When the ink was dry, he asked someone to hold up the poem for everyone to see.
Qing Ping Le · Painting Hall Morning Rise
When I get up in the morning in the painting hall, I come to report the snowflakes falling. The high roller blinds are used to look at Jiarui, and the bright color is far away, confusing the courtyard.
The strong energy caused the smoke from the furnace, and the plain grass was cold and the jade pendant grew. It must be that the gods were drunk and smashed the white clouds into pieces.
Qing Ping Le is the name of a Tang Dynasty Jiaofang tune. In fact, most of the names of Ci Pai are the names of a standard tune.
The original name of a roughly fixed part of the music that was often used to fill lyrics in the Tang and Song Dynasties had a fixed format and rhythm, which determined the rhythm and melody of the lyrics.
Although there were many poets in the Tang Dynasty who wrote some lyrics, they were not accepted by the literati because most of the lyrics and music were sung in Goulan tile houses.
During the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, the favor of those in power allowed Ci to develop greatly, and it was accepted by the world, which also allowed Ci to reach its peak in the Song Dynasty.
Although the poem was not accepted and recognized in the Tang Dynasty, this song Qing Ping Le "Morning Rising in the Painting Hall" is different.
The whole poem is majestic and magnificent, especially the last sentence, which should be like a drunken god smashing the white clouds into pieces. The wording is bold and novel, novel and unique, shocking and vulgar yet extremely unreasonable.
This poem is Lin Xuan's favorite among all poems about snow.
Of course, this is also related to the fact that he knows relatively few snow poems.
Later generations were very controversial about the author of this poem. Huang Diao of the Song Dynasty "has no clear and elegant charm, and it is doubtful that it was written by Taibai". Hu Yinglin of the Ming Dynasty also believed that it was a forgery. In "Quan Song Ci", this poem was signed by Yuan Xu of the Song Dynasty.
However, the whole poem is very consistent with Li Bai's writing style. Therefore, later generations were suspicious of the author of the poem, although he was signed by Li Bai.
But no matter who wrote it, future generations can associate this poem with Li Bai, which shows their affirmation of this poem. It cannot be denied that this poem is the pinnacle of all poems about snow in history.
Who is Li Bai? He is known as the immortal among poems, and only Du Fu can compare with him.
Li Shimin was silent.
Fang Xuanling fell silent.
Everyone was silent.
Even big bosses like Cheng Yaojin and Yuchi Gong fell silent.
Although they didn't understand the word very well, they could feel the heroism in it.
Poems use concise words and beautiful melodies to describe and create images to express emotions. They use just a few lines to condense rich philosophies and longings in their hearts, making people involuntarily intoxicated and resonate while tasting.
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A poem is an article, or even a book. The content of the poem covers many aspects such as social life, natural landscapes, political courts, fireworks and willow alleys, remembering the past and remembering the present, sadness and farewell, etc.
Even people who cannot read can still feel the emotions contained in poetry, which is also the charm of poetry.
"Pap~"
The pen in Meng Yuan's hand fell from his hand, fell to the table, and rolled from the table to the ground.
Lin Xuan's poem not only shattered Bai Yun, but also shattered his confidence.
Although the sound was not loud, it brought many people back to their senses.
"Okay, good words!" Cheng Yaojin clapped his hands with excitement on his face.
Cheng Yaojin's voice was like thunder, bringing everyone back to their senses.
Changsun Wuji originally wanted to watch Lin Xuan's jokes, but he didn't expect Lin Xuan to win two games in a row.
Although Meng Yuan's poem had not yet been written, Changsun Wuji knew that the victory was decided.
Changsun was upset, and Cheng Yaojin's cheers made him feel even more upset. He couldn't help but say, "Gong Su Guo said yes, but I don't know what's so good about this poem?"
Cheng Yaojin's eyes widened and he said: "Old Cheng, I don't know what's so good about this poem, but it makes me feel good when I listen to it. It's not like those poems you wrote. Even if you don't understand it, you still don't feel it at all."
Everyone:......
Changsun Wuji's face was ashen, but he could not refute Cheng Yaojin's words.
How to refute?
Putting aside his prejudice against Lin Xuan, this poem is indeed a rare masterpiece. If he said that this poem was not good, it would leave a narrow-minded impression in front of Li Shimin.
Fang Xuanling sighed: "This poem by the Marquis of Jingyang County is enough to be famous throughout the ages."
Everyone looked at Fang Xuanling in surprise. They didn't expect that Fang Xuanling's evaluation would be so high.
In the field, Lin Xuan looked at Meng Yuan and said, "The incense is half gone, Master Meng hasn't written a poem yet?"
In ancient times, one stick of incense lasted about half an hour, but this calculation is not very accurate.
However, the time for one stick of incense is not fixed, and is related to factors such as the length of the incense, the environment, and the wind.
Although the wind is not strong today, it will speed up the burning of the incense. At this time, more than half of the incense has been burned.
Meng Yuan smiled bitterly and said: "As soon as the poem "Master Hou" came out, how dare I write about snow again? I have given up."
There is no harm without comparison.
He asked himself that the poem he had prepared was good, but if he compared it with the poem Qingpingle·Huaitang Morning Rises, it would seem insignificant.
In this case, it is better to admit defeat directly and save some face.
The expressions on the Taihe Academy side were very ugly. They had lost two games in a row now. Although there were calligraphy, articles and debates to follow, but seeing the words written by Lin Xuan, there was no need to compare calligraphy.
In other words, even if they win the article and debate, they still lose in the end.
This is a bit unacceptable for them. They came with full confidence, but now they have lost without winning a single game. When the results of this competition are spread, they will be completely embarrassed.
"What's the next game?"
Lin Xuan was not surprised at all about winning. Just kidding, although this poem is only suspected to be written by Li Bai, it is not comparable to these people.
"Master Hou, wait a moment."
Meng Yuan cupped his hands, came to He Yu, and whispered: "He Daru, what should we do now?"
Although He Yu was a little dissatisfied with Meng Yuan's direct admission of defeat, he had read Meng Yuan's poems before. Although the writing was very good, it was only good. Compared with Lin Xuan's poem, it was a world of difference.
"Let's compare articles below." He Yu said.
No matter what, this competition must continue.
Of course, calligraphy cannot be compared, otherwise we will lose three games directly, and there will be no need to compete with the rest.
Between the article and the debate, He Yu chose the article because he wrote the article himself and he had full confidence.
Meng Yuan nodded, took a few steps forward and said loudly: "Master Hou, academies are places for teaching and educating people. Next time, I will write an article with the title of 'teacher'."