"When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do we know about the past? There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the old city cannot bear to look back in the bright moon.
- The carved lanterns and jade structures are no longer there, and beauty has changed again. I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward."
It is a poem, not a poem, but it reads more artistically than poetry. Mr. Du has seen this format of writing poetry more than once, but he appreciates the content written in it. If he is asked to comment, this poem must be
The best and most beautiful line is the last two lines of the poem, which can be said to be the best through the ages.
Not only did Lord Du appreciate it so much, but all the famous officials present here sighed that it was a masterpiece after hearing what Lord Du read. What surprised them even more was that this poem was actually written by Meng Xinghe?
God has no eyes!
Many students who have not handed in their papers are lamenting for themselves. Even Meng Xinghe, a dabbler, can write such a good poem, where can they put their faces? Put it in their crotch~~
The results of the first round couldn't be more obvious. Meng Xinghe deservedly won the first place, Zhao Haoran won the second place, Ma Wencai won the third place, and two others won the fourth or fifth place. Originally, Ma Wencai was happy for himself,
When he heard that the last poem was actually written by Meng Xinghe, his white face suddenly turned black.
There were still two rounds to go. Ma Wencai believed that he was more knowledgeable than Meng Xinghe, so he naturally didn't take him seriously. He became wary of Zhao Haoran, who was above him.
The second round began, and the time limit was still one stick of incense. The host pulled out four red cloths one after another, and the questions for the second round were immediately revealed.
"Wine, sex, wealth, power" each couplet corresponds to a word and is hung high in the lobby. The five contestants must choose a word as the title and compose an ancient poem of their own within the specified time.
Compared with the previous impromptu poem writing, the second round of reading lyrics and writing poems is much simpler. The five shortlisted talents must write articles within the specified time and submit them to the judges for review, and the top three will be selected to participate in the finals.
The sound of the timer sounded, and the five selected people began to choose the words in the poem and meditated hard. Although the four words in the hall seemed easy to write, it was also difficult to write a masterpiece.
Ma Wencai's eyes have always been on Zhao Haoran. Regarding Meng Xinghe, a dark horse, Ma Wencai is not afraid enough to be ready to regard him as his real opponent.
Since Meng Xinghe was famous for his previous song "Ask How Much Sorrow I Can Have", now that the second round has begun, many people have naturally focused their attention on him. Seeing that he has been reluctant to write, other
The contestants are already writing furiously, but he still looks at a loss. It seems that in this second round, Master Meng will definitely be eliminated."
At this time, someone in the hall reported: "Mr. Zhao has handed in his papers." Then he saw a hall-goer handing Zhao Haoran's work to the judges. There were timid whispers in the hall. As expected, Zhao Xiucai was outstanding in literary talent, less than half a column.
At the right time, I handed in the paper, and I must be very sure of it.
"Master Ma, hand in your paper!" shouted again, and Ma Wencai also submitted his work to the judges. At this time, half of the time limit had passed, and Meng Xinghe was still sitting in his seat blankly, staring at the four people in the lobby.
A weak character.
"Wine, sex, wealth, power." The writing was soft and must have been written by a woman. Meng Xinghe couldn't help but look towards the attic and faintly saw a slender figure hiding behind the curtain watching everything below. He thought about it in his heart, and the corner of his mouth
He actually smiled.
After a while, all the five talents who participated in the competition had submitted their papers, except for Meng Xinghe who did not turn in their papers. There was a lot of discussion in the hall for a while. It seemed that Mr. Hua Liu must have lost this round.
Just when everyone was talking divergently, Meng Xinghe suddenly stood up, crossed the official position and came to the middle of the lobby, and said to the upstairs: "Miss Shi Yu, I am stuck in writing right now, would you like to ask me to play a song for you?"
"Mr. Meng's love!" he replied weakly, and the music of the piano sounded from upstairs. Master Meng heard the sound and said, "I wonder if there will be any wine presented in today's poetry competition?"
He laughed boldly a few times and saw someone below bringing up a jar of fine wine. Meng Xinghe patted open the mud-sealed fine wine and joked: "I wonder if that young lady here would be willing to do something for me?"
As soon as he said this, the people below became even more confused. I wonder what kind of medicine Master Meng sells in the gourd. It is also wine and beautiful women. Could it be that he wants to have fun in front of everyone? What to say?
Mr. Hualiu can really do this.
"Sir, let me do it~~" A petite voice came in response. I don't know if it was the official lady who was willing to accept Mr. Hualiu's invitation.
Meng Xinghe thanked him with courtesy, asked for an inkstone on the spot, poured a little wine into it, and actually asked the lady next to him to grind ink for him.
After the wine and ink were mixed, Meng Xinghe smiled slightly. Then he took out the wolf-hair gold pen from his arms. Everyone felt a golden light coming. When they looked up again, they found that Master Meng had already written the poem and handed it in personally.
When it arrived in Du Ruhui's hands, the incense stick had just finished burning, and the sound of the piano upstairs suddenly stopped at this time.
Meng Xinghe's every move was incredible. Especially the gold pen he took out from his arms at the end, it can be said that it attracted the attention of countless students.
Gold pen~~ Just kidding, how many people in the Tang Dynasty had such valuable things?
Du Ruhui took the poem handed over by Meng Xinghe, his eyes touched the gold brush in his hand, and his face suddenly darkened. When he opened it and looked at the contents, there was only one word written in the whole text, "nothing", and it was less.
One stroke.
Du Ruhui was puzzled, and Meng Xinghe immediately handed him the wolf-hair gold pen in his hand: "Mr. Du, thank you!"
After he said these words, he walked straight to his seat. Du Ruhui suddenly realized it, picked up the gold pen, and filled in the big blank word with one swipe.
"The winner of the second round, Mr. Taoyuan Hualiu." Without any extra explanation, Du Ruhui didn't even read the following article and directly gave the title of champion to Meng Xinghe.
"Wine, sex, power, and wealth." Du Ruhui laughed, and then said: "There is wine, there is sex, there is power, there is money! There is no wine, there is no sex, there is no power, there is no money! Do you understand?"
Although what he said was obscure, most of the people present here were Taoyuan heroes. Although they did not fully understand it, they also understood its intention. Meng Xinghe's writing is not a poem at all, but in the text, there is a poetic eye everywhere, and there are more than one,
What's even more valuable is that it contains a kind of knowledge from beginning to end. It can also be said that there is a needle hidden in the cotton.
No wonder Mr. Du directly took the case and ranked it first, which is worthy of his name.
As a result of the second round of competition, Meng Xinghe naturally took the first place, while Ma Wencai and Zhao Haoran also advanced to the next level. Although they were somewhat dissatisfied, due to the judgment of the minister of the dynasty, they remained silent.
All energy is reserved for the third round of the finals, after all, that is the battle for the top spot in this year’s poetry competition.