Chapter six hundred and ninety second one poem lore
Under the river of stars, the empty boat appears again, like a line between heaven and earth, like a dream.
As soon as the idea of the 'Poetry Society' came up, students of calligraphy and literature, chess, painting, and piano were all like mandarin ducks stretching their necks to ask for a mate, eager to show off themselves, but
This kind of display makes them a little reserved when they get up close, especially when so many people are watching. It would be too embarrassing if they don't do well in the first appearance.
Therefore, although there were countless people around, no one stood up and was the first to write a poem.
Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit tense, Long Cheng in the crowd smiled knowingly, and then shouted: "Why don't we ask everyone from Su to show us your skills first, so as to show everyone a lesson and boost morale."
"Okay, this is a good idea!"
"That's how it should be!"
Su Ping'an was startled when he heard this, and then said shyly: "Let me go first? This is not good..."
Su Ping'an's original intention was to take action himself, fearing that it would hit them too hard and make the poetry meeting even more impossible, but everyone thought he was being modest and started making noises.
"Okay, since everyone insists on this, then I will show my shame!"
Su Ping'an coughed, then stood up, and pretended to take a few steps on the deck with his brows thinking, making everyone think that he had thought of it on the spot.
Seeing his serious look, everyone was looking forward to what kind of masterpiece Su Pingan would produce.
In fact, "composing poems" was just a minor thing in Daxuan Kingdom. It was considered that writers would recite a few sentences when they had leisure time to relax and have fun, or when writing story books, they would also write poems when some plots were suitable.
It will be added as an addition to make the article more vivid and interesting.
But if they are really asked to study poetry, few of them are willing to do it, because among the four streams of Confucianism and Taoism, there is no place for poetry, and it can only be classified as a niche in calligraphy.
It is also a condiment.
Moreover, if you want to move the capital of the gods with your poetry, or encourage literary practice, it is too slow compared to other disciplines, so this is why not many people care about poetry.
"I got it……"
After Su Ping'an walked for seven or eight steps, his eyes finally flashed and he wrote (copied) a good poem. Then he pondered for a while and then slowly read it out.
"The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silvery people are far away in darkness. When gold, wind, jade and dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and we can bear to look at the Magpie Bridge on our way home. If our love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night?"
After reading this poem, Su Ping'an looked up at the starry sky at a 45-degree angle. His gaze was deep and reflected in the starry sky, as if he was one with the starry sky. The shining starlight fell on his body, making him even more elegant.
and a dusty temperament.
When this picture is put together, there is only one word to describe it, it is so handsome!
Although the description is very crude, it is simple and direct.
The literary cultivators around were even more stunned. They all seemed to have only prepared to watch the fireworks, but the next second they suddenly saw the shocking scene of a nuclear explosion.
That’s outrageous!
I don’t know how many people in the crowd in the Literary Academy had their mouths twitching at the moment.
We just let you make a start, no one asked you to cut off all the way back. You come up with such a wonderful love poem as soon as you come up, how the hell do you expect us to continue it?!
To put it bluntly, you have finished pretending to be a fork, what should we pretend to do?!
Only Xiao Fuzi among the crowd murmured thoughtfully: "Brother Su, does he miss the eldest lady?!"
Upon hearing this, the faces of the people around him became even darker.
Gan!
It’s not enough to install a fork, but you also bring dog food, which is too much!
Even Long Cheng felt a little pain in his chest now. He covered his chest with one hand, and then breathed in: "Everyone, I suddenly feel uncomfortable in my chest. You can have fun in the next poetry meeting. I won't participate. I
I can rest now. Ah...sss...it hurts so much!"
After saying that, without waiting for anyone to stay, Long Cheng quickly slipped back to his cabin. Guan Feng was still beside him and wondered: "Hey, Senior Brother Long, are you not feeling well? But you were fine just now..."
However, as soon as he said this, everyone else seemed to have reacted and immediately made excuses.
"Oops, my stomach feels uncomfortable too, so I'm going back to rest first!"
"I remembered, I still have a story to finish, I have to finish it quickly."
"Uh...Senior Brother Longcheng is not feeling well. I'm going to check on him!"
In the blink of an eye, everyone on the deck ran away. Even Guan Feng, who was slow to react, quickly woke up and hurriedly slipped away among the crowd. In the end, only Su Pingan, Wang Shaotong and Xiao were left.
Fuzi and Meng Erhu were still on the deck, and even Wen Liang and Feng Shaoyang looked like this and found an excuse to leave in a hurry.
"Hey, weren't they going to have a poetry meeting? Why did they all leave at once?"
Meng Erhu scanned the empty surroundings and scratched his head in confusion.
Wang Shaotong couldn't help laughing and said: "Of course they were all afraid of embarrassment, so they ran away quickly. You are also Su Ping'an. Everyone knows that you are great, but you don't need to make such a big deal right from the start.
, look at it, now everyone is scared away by you, why are you holding a stupid literary party!"
Su Ping'an also put away his posture at this time, shrugged innocently and said: "You can't blame me for this. You can also see that they all proposed it themselves, so you can't blame me for this!"
Fortunately, the group of people in the liberal arts college did not hear this, otherwise they would definitely start to draw circles and curse him.
The original intention of these people in proposing a poetry meeting was to overpower Su Pingan, to show off his face in an area where he was not that strong, and to increase his reputation. But who knew that Su Pingan didn't follow the routine, and was not only good at composing poems?
It's outrageous. You come out with such a powerful verse right away when you first appear. It's just like two kids fighting, and you come out with a 40-meter-meter sword and chop them. What's the difference?
It’s simply bullying!
It was a good poetry meeting, but it ended so hastily. For several days afterwards, everyone looked at Su Pingan and hid, as if they were afraid of being dragged into the poetry meeting.
Ever since Kong Zhou left the capital of the gods, he has been heading westward. After the first few days of traveling to see the scenery and excitement, as we saw more, everyone's excitement quickly subsided.
Already.
It would take ten days and a half just for the situation to break out and reach the border, so for the next period of time, the empty boat suddenly became very quiet.
Everyone is not traveling this time for fun, but to prepare to participate in the Four Kingdoms Competition. Therefore, with the battle approaching, many literary cultivators have not relaxed, but have worked even harder to study.
Those who are majoring in calligraphy and literature will get together in twos and threes to communicate, thinking about what stories to write when the Four Kingdoms Competition is held, and if they decide on a topic, how to write some interesting stories; those who are majoring in chess and literature will
During the non-stop sparring day and night, in addition to the players' own talent and strength, chess skills also require more games to accumulate experience, so they are all asking each other for advice, especially chess, Xiao Fuzi and Wang Shao
They automatically became partners. In addition to accepting daily challenges from some chess players in the liberal arts college, they also played against each other to enhance each other's strength.
Meng Erhu is relatively outstanding in chess, because most of the Go players in the Academy of Arts are unwilling to play against him. He can't find an opponent, so he can only challenge the players in the Academy of Arts one by one. Those people don't agree.
, he irritated his opponent with words, saying that the opponent was trash. As soon as he said this, the chess players in the liberal arts college were furious. They almost started fighting with him several times, but in the end they were all dragged to the chessboard by him.
He said that the grievances between chess players must be resolved through chess, so as to achieve his goal of finding someone to practice with him.
After seeing this scene, Su Ping'an also looked at the latter with admiration, "This guy doesn't look stupid at all, he's still rough but also fine!"