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The incense coil is lit. This is a simple tool specially used for timing. Place the incense coil on the copper cymbal. Hang a small hammer with cotton thread at an equal distance from the incense coil. Burn the incense at the point where the cotton thread is straight and break it. The hammer falls down.
, striking the cymbal to make a sound, each scale represents a quarter of an hour, after four sounds, an hour has passed.
Seeing that the incense was already burning, the four young men hurriedly laid out paper and polished ink. Their eyes turned around, their minds were racing, and they began to think of new words.
Li Chong actually had an ulterior motive for this topic. There have been countless poems about parting since ancient times, but only a few of them can be written brilliantly. In this dynasty, Liu Sanbian's "Yulin Ling" has been the most popular in modern times. "Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times.
It’s even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival; where can I wake up tonight, the dawn wind is waning on the willow bank..." Such sentences and lyrics were sung day and night in major singing studios and brothels in the Song Dynasty, and they have endured for a long time.
Li Zhong picked out this topic, which seemed to be a common theme. In fact, he wanted to compare Su Jin's poems with Liu's poems and intuitively judge the quality of the two. After reading Su Jin's other two poems, he just felt
It's extremely good, but what level of quality it belongs to requires comparison.
A moment is equivalent to half an hour in later generations. It can be said to be long or short. Nearly twenty minutes have passed quickly. The four gentlemen over there are not bragging. Four new words have already appeared on the paper. In order to ensure the language
It was exquisitely crafted, and the four of them circled around and carefully selected the words, which seemed to be extremely attentive.
On the other hand, Su Jin was sitting on a stone bench, chatting and laughing with Li Zhong and others. One was talking about the scenery, the other was talking about the scenery, the other was saying that it was sunny and the weather was nice today, and the other was saying
I really want to go for a swim in Xiaoyao Lake.
Seeing that the time was coming, Li Zhong couldn't stand it anymore and reminded: "Master Su, this... the time is almost here, Master Su, why don't you start writing?"
Su Jin said: "What are you busy with? Isn't there still a little bit of fragrance?"
Li Chong frowned and said: "The lyrics need to be carefully considered and the idea is limited. A quarter of an hour is still too tight. Mr. Su, please don't be careless. If you exceed the time limit, you will lose the job."
Seeing his concerned expression, Su Jin felt a little touched in his heart. Li Zhong was quite concerned about him, so it wouldn't be too inconvenient to make him anxious, so he said: "Well, who can help me spread the paper, press it, and grind it?"
Where is Mo?"
Li Chongxin said: Is there such a thing? At home, you have clothes on your hands, food on your hands, and mouth to open. Is it still like this when you go outside? There are no servants or maids on the island. Everything needs to be reliant on one's own. Who will help you grind ink and paper? It's really a joke.
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What he didn't expect was that several people rushed forward to help him. The job of laying and pressing the paper was snatched by a thin, smart-looking young scholar, while the job of polishing ink was taken over by him.
A young lady in red clothes with a round face was snatched away.
Li Chong's eyes almost dropped to the ground. What happened to these people? Is Su Jin so charming? Just now, he used an inkstone to photograph people. He looked like a scoundrel. How could he be liked by everyone?
Li Chong did not study people's hearts. Everyone in this circle claimed to be literati. They acted and spoke as if they were carved from the same mold. After staying with these people for a long time, their behavior and behavior became assimilated, as if this is what counts as literati.
But when Su Jin appeared, he behaved and spoke in a completely different way. Even if he was not used to it, it was still refreshing.
This truth can be clearly proved in later generations. The so-called upper class must talk about finance and politics, watch opera and ballet, and play snooker and golf. However, on some occasions, they make endless dirty jokes. Why? In my heart
The suppressed things in my body just need to be excreted.
Su Jin's seemingly vulgar behavior actually makes these people quite envious. Their fixed thinking determines that these behaviors are things they want to do but dare not do. When such an alternative appears, they actually feel a sense of intimacy.
When the incense was about to burn out, Su Jin picked up the brush and used the gorgeous Wang style cursive style that he had learned over more than ten years to copy. When he finished writing the last sentence, Su Jin casually put the brush on the pen holder.
, just listen to the sound of "dang", the cotton thread is disconnected, the small plumb bob falls, hits the copper cymbal, and makes a pleasant sound. The time is just right.
According to the rules, the five people's poems are not allowed to be signed, and they are hung and displayed by Li Zhong for everyone to comment on. Although the handwriting styles are different, the first condition for a scholar is a good calligraphy, and no one pays attention to the font of the five people.
, but it’s impossible to figure it out literally.
After the ink was dry, Li Zhong personally used small wooden clips to hang the five poems on the colorful ropes in the pavilion. Then he invited others to come forward and taste them. The two people who helped Su Jin grind the ink and lay the paper saw Su Jin.
Their handwriting was thus disqualified, but judging from their expressions, they were already looking at Su Jin with obsession.
Everyone looked at it one by one, and the first poem was "Partridge Sky"
When the remaining red rain is gone, the cool autumn air fills the screen.
It rains in the middle of the night on the sycamore leaves, and the sound of the leaves is parting.
When the treasure harp is played and the golden yang is played, the partridge lyrics are sung together.
Nowadays, it is a stormy night in Xilou. Even if I don’t listen to clear songs, I will shed tears.
The poem is written with a very artistic conception, from the autumn night and autumn rain to the feeling of parting, blending the sorrow of separation and hatred into the scenery. Although it is a bit far-fetched, it can still be regarded as an excellent poem.
Members of the poetry club who liked the poem drew small circles at the bottom of the manuscript to express their appreciation. This poem received thirteen circles.
The second poem is "Treading on the Shasha"
Love is like a gossamer, people are like flying catkins, and the teardrop pavilion stares at each other in the sky.
There are thousands of willows hanging down from the stream, but there is no reason why the orchid boat can live there.
The geese pass by the setting sun, and the grass is lost in the smoke. Now there are countless sorrows. The seasons are floating in the sky, and the gossamers and catkins coming towards the face are metaphors, which very aptly convey the feeling of being confused and lost when leaving. The shortcomings are
The transition from abstract to concrete is a bit stiff, but the first two sentences, "Love is like a gossamer, and people are like flying catkins" are indeed rare and good sentences.
Everyone nodded in praise. This poem was obviously better than the previous poem "Partridge Sky". It scored 18 out of the 24 people, and it was obvious that it was expected to win the first prize.
The third and fourth poems are "Yulin Ling" and "Ruihe Xian" respectively. The former poem is imitated by Liu Yong, but the connotation, wording and emotion are very different. Although there are many words, it only gets six circles.
The poem "Ruihexian" was a direct digression. He was asked to write about parting feelings, but instead he wrote it as a poem about boudoir resentment. Although it was more than fragrant, it was obviously unsatisfactory.
After reading the four poems, everyone was curious about which one was written by Su Jin. When they turned around to look, Su Jin was sitting on a stone bench in the distance, concentrating on tinkering with something in the small cloth bag he brought with him. It seemed that there was nothing at all
I didn't take the outcome to heart.
Everyone looked at the fifth poem again, and saw a gorgeous stroke of cursive writing, as bright as a flying dragon, flowing down in a flourishing manner, which had the connotation of Wang Xizhi's calligraphy. It was a poem called "Magpie Bridge Immortal"
Xianyun is clever,
Flying Stars Spread Hate,
The distance between Yin and Han is so dark.
When golden wind and jade dew meet,
Even if you win, there are countless people in the world.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams.
I can’t bear to look at the Magpie Bridge on my way back!
If love lasts for a long time,
Why are you here, morning and evening!
The crowd roared with admiration, and this word was like thunder that instantly shocked everyone's hearts. Regardless of the language of the word, this word expressed a view of love that no one had ever heard of, "If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last?"
Morning and evening!' This is such an open-minded and wise attitude towards emotions. In comparison, sadness, sorrow, resentment, and desolation are all just floating clouds in Su Jin's poem. For emotions, sincere love and steadfastness,
For people, separation is nothing, this is the touchstone of lasting love.
Su Jin'er listened to everyone's thunderous exclamations, and her face felt slightly hot, "Brother Shaoyou, I'm sorry. Since you haven't been born yet, I borrowed this poem from you first."
Everyone admired it for a long time and drew circles one after another. Apart from the author and two people who helped Su Jin grind ink and lay paper, there were still twenty-four people in the society. The twenty-four circles were densely packed in the blank space. Everyone felt inadequate and chanted one after another.