In the first confrontation between Lingyun City and Beijing, Zhu Ziming's appearance led to a complete victory, which also announced that Lingyun City had successfully advanced. However, Zhu Ziming's outstanding performance hurt the remaining ancient cities that had not yet advanced.
Because Zhu Ziming's poems about autumn are truly unprecedented and unparalleled. I wonder how the talents in other ancient cities can compare with him. The poems he wrote are naturally inferior. Academicians of the Hanlin Academy have already raised Zhu Ziming's poems to the highest position in their hearts.
The improvement of their senses made them less favorable to the poems that followed, making it difficult for several ancient cities to escape the fate of being eliminated.
These talented people from the ancient city who were eliminated all looked ashen, and they could not express their hatred for Zhu Ziming. They were jealous in their hearts, but they were not as good as others, so they could only accept the fact.
The first round of poetry competition ended with Lingyun City winning the first leg. Now comes the second round of competition. Everyone is looking forward to what questions Mr. Fang will come up with, and even more looking forward to what kind of amazing poem Mr. Zhu will write.
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At this moment, Fang Junyi stood up again, looked at the mirror-blue Nanhu Lake in the distance, smiled slightly and said: "The second topic of the poetry meeting is to write a poem based on Nanhu Lake!"
Taking Nanhu as the title... The limitations are smaller and it is more difficult than the first question, but it is not a difficult problem for the talents who are promoted. They just have to make excellent poems.
It depends on your mood and understanding.
With the reference of several ancient cities that have been eliminated, the remaining ancient city talents all understand that the sooner they compose poems, the greater their chances of promotion. However, in order to be able to compose excellent poems and be confident, it does not matter what precedence they have.
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However, the title of the poetry meeting was given on the spot, and there was not much time to develop a good poem. Everyone understood this, and they were even more impressed that Zhu Ziming was able to compose this eternal masterpiece in such a short period of time.
Academician Fang came up with the topic, and the talented scholars immediately lowered their heads, shook their heads, and searched for the artistic conception of the poem. At this moment, an old scholar from Wushuang City stood up. Seeing that his hair was gray, he was probably sixty or seventy years old.
The old scholar said calmly: "Master Fang, I have composed a poem."
"Mr. Hu, please!" This old scholar is an old man in the literary world and has a certain reputation. Fang Junyi knows him, and he said respectfully.
Everyone looked at Mr. Hu, and Mr. Hu quickly said: "The clear sky is good when the water is shining, but it is also strange when the mountains are empty and covered with rain."
If you want to compare Nanhu to eyebrows, it’s always better to wear heavy makeup and light makeup!”
The water of Nanhu Lake is sparkling and beautiful, and it looks very beautiful; on rainy days, under the rain curtain, the mountains around Nanhu Lake are confused and confused, and if they are there or not, they also look very strange. If Nanhu Lake is compared to a beautiful thrush,
Even with light makeup and heavy makeup, she looks so beautiful and delicate.
The fresh melody and the drunken praise make people feel intoxicated when listening to it. It seems that all the beauty of Nanhu is imprinted in his poem. It is really beautiful.
Everyone was silent in the beautiful scenery of the poem. It was so fascinating that they forgot to cheer...
"Okay!" Fang Junyi clapped his hands twice with bright eyes: "Mr. Hu is still a very talented poet, and the younger generation admires him!"
Even Mr. Fang calls himself a junior to this Mr. Hu, which shows that Mr. Hu's qualifications are very old. Everyone thought that tonight was a contest between young talents, but they did not expect that the old scholar's elegance would not be less than before!
"What a poem!" the crowd roared excitedly. Although their hair and beards were gray, they were still high-spirited and admirable.
Mr. Hu clasped his fists and said modestly: "Master Fang, you are so complimentary. I am old, how can I compare with today's talented and talented people..." After finishing speaking, Mr. Hu glanced at Zhu Ziming and said,
The implication is that he is talking about him.
This person is indeed a rare talent. He is so superior to others at such a young age. It is hard to imagine what achievements he will have when he reaches Mr. Hu's age. But his identity is really a bit regrettable. Fang Junyi thought to himself,
At his age, I'm afraid he would be far behind him.
Fang Junyi smiled: "Mr. Hu, there is no need to be too modest. I feel the same way as Mr. Hu."
Mr. Hu gave a wry smile and then said nothing. Hearing Mr. Fang's praise, Wushuang City was promoted. Mr. Hu was slightly relieved. He did not waste the trust and respect of the people of Wushuang City.
Everyone knew who Mr. Fang and Mr. Hu were praising, but they all valued Mr. Zhu's status as their son-in-law so much. They didn't know how he would perform next, and everyone was looking forward to it.
After a while, the talented people in the capital couldn't sit still and wanted to show off. A young man named Shangguan Feng stood up. He was the son of the Minister of Civil Affairs. His literary talent was as good as that of Wei Dongcheng. His fair face was elegant.
Gentle and slowly recited: "The light of the lake and the moon are harmonious, and there is no windshield on the lake surface that has not been polished. Looking at the green mountains and rivers of South Lake in the distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate."
Under the silvery light of the bright moon, Nanhu Mountain becomes more and more green, and the water of Nanhu Lake becomes clearer. The mountains and rivers are integrated into one. It looks like a small and exquisite green snail placed in a carved silver plate, which is very endearing.
The three or four lines of the poem are rich in imagination, appropriate metaphors, and elegant in color. The silver plate and the green snail set off each other and complement each other. The Nanhu landscape in the autumn moon written by Shangguan Feng has become an exquisite arts and crafts treasure, giving people a sense of wonder.
Great artistic enjoyment."
This exquisite poem was even better than Mr. Hu's poem. Everyone applauded and felt that this year's poetry competition was much more exciting than in previous years.
An academician of the Hanlin Academy stood up and said with a smile: "Master Shangguan's poetic talent is really admirable!"
Shangguan Feng had a cold temperament. He thanked him and sat down. The capital was promoted again. Zhu Ziming frowned slightly. This capital is really a prosperous city, a land of crouching dragons and hidden tigers. Any talented person who comes out will make people sigh.
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It is really not easy to defeat them. At this moment, Zhu Ziming really felt a little pressure. He turned back and looked at the starry Nanhu. He saw that Nanhu was flat to the distance. He looked nearly ten miles away and the autumn wind rustled.
Time, with several frosts... His heart moved, there is it!
Zhu Ziming stood up slowly. His movement suddenly attracted everyone's attention. Mr. Zhu was about to write a poem!
Becoming the focus of everyone, Zhu Ziming's expression remained calm, and he chanted in a somewhat low tone: "Ten miles of flat lake is covered with frost, and every inch of blue hair is filled with worry about the past."
Looking at the moon to protect each other, I only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals!"
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The poetry meeting, which was still full of enthusiasm, suddenly fell silent again because of Zhu Ziming's poems. There was no sound in the silent poetry meeting, as if you could hear the sound of a pin falling. Everyone just kept talking in their hearts, only envious
Mandarin ducks don’t envy immortals, only men who envy mandarin ducks don’t envy immortals...
What a beautiful poem, touching...
No amount of words can describe the beauty of this poem. Everyone's lips were trembling and they couldn't say a word!
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ps: At the request of readers, I would like to explain that all brothers in A Chinese Ghost Story should have read it. This poem was written by director Tsui Hark and was adapted by him. The poems of other supporting characters will not be introduced. They were slightly modified by Lao Xue.
After a while, it matches the title. There will be an update today. This chapter is a make-up for yesterday...