freenovelworld Chapter 709 It should be the fairy drunk
Chapter 709 It should be the fairy drunk
Chapter 709 It should be the fairy drunk
Lin Xuan came to the table, picked up a pen and began to write.
Seeing this scene, Meng Yuan had a bad premonition for some reason.
They guessed that Lin Xuan was not good at writing poems about snow, so they came up with such a question, and Lin Xuan wrote it without even thinking about it. It seemed that he was not good at it.
Did Lin Xuan go back and write a poem about snow after the last poetry meeting?
But now that the inscription has been released, it's too late to regret it.
Meng Yuan took a deep breath, got rid of distracting thoughts, picked up a pen and pretended to think.
Lin Xuan chose a poem with not many words, and Meng Yuan hadn't started writing when he finished writing.
Seeing that Lin Xuan had finished writing, but the incense hadn't burned even one third, Meng Yuan simply put down his pen and wanted to read Lin Xuan's poems first.
Lin Xuan didn't go to see Meng Yuan either. When the ink was dry, he asked someone to hold up the poem for everyone to see.
Qingpingle·Wake up in the painting hall
The painting hall wakes up in the morning and comes to report the snowflakes.Looking at Jia Rui from the high roller shutter, the bright color is far away from the courtyard.
Prosperous light leads to the smoke of the furnace, and the grass is cold and the jade pendant is born.It should be an angel who was madly drunk and smashed the white clouds into pieces.
Qingpingle is the name of the Jiaofang song in the Tang Dynasty. In fact, most of the Ci Pai names are the names of a standard tune.
The original name of a roughly fixed part of music that was often used to write lyrics in the Tang and Song Dynasties has a fixed format and rhythm, which determines the rhythm and rhythm of the lyrics.
Although many poets in the Tang Dynasty wrote some lyrics, they were not accepted by literati because most of the lyrics and music were sung in Goulan Washes.
In the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, the love of those in power also allowed Ci to be greatly developed before it was accepted by the world, and it also made Ci reach its peak in the Song Dynasty.
Although the words were not accepted and recognized in the Tang Dynasty, this Qingpingle Painting Hall is different.
The whole poem is majestic and magnificent, especially the last sentence, which should be a celestial being drunk and smashing the white clouds. The words are bold and novel, novel and unique, shocking and unreasonable.
This poem is Lin Xuan's favorite among all the poems about snow.
Of course, this is also related to the fact that he knows less about writing snow poems.
Later generations are very controversial about the author of this poem. Huang Jia in the Song Dynasty "has no clear and elegant charm, and it is suspected that it was not written by Taibai", and Hu Yinglin in the Ming Dynasty also believed that it was a fake. In "Quan Song Ci", this word is signed by Yuan Xuan of Song Dynasty.
However, the whole poem is very in line with Li Bai's writing style. Therefore, although the author of this poem is signed by Li Bai, the word "doubtful" is added after it.
But no matter who wrote it, later generations can associate this poem with Li Bai, which shows the affirmation of this poem. It cannot be denied that this poem is the pinnacle of all the poems about snow in history.
Who is Li Bai, but he is known as the fairy in poetry, and Du Fu can stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
Li Shimin was silent.
Fang Xuanling was silent.
Everyone was silent.
Even such rough men as Cheng Yaojin and Yu Chigong fell silent.
Although they don't understand this poem very well, they can feel the heroism in it.
The poems use concise words and beautiful melodies to describe and create images, so as to express emotions, and use a few short lines to condense rich philosophies and longings in the heart, so that people can't help but be intoxicated and resonate in the taste .
A poem is an article, even a book.The content of the poems covers many aspects such as social life, landscape and nature, political courts, fireworks and willow alleys, recalling the past and cherishing the present, parting from injuries and so on.
Even people who can't read can feel the emotions contained in the poems from the poems, which is also the charm of poems.
"pat~"
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 Baiyun, 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.
Cheng Yaojin's voice was like thunder, bringing everyone back to their senses.
Changsun Wuji originally wanted to see Lin Xuan's jokes, but he didn't expect Lin Xuan to win two games in a row.
Although Meng Yuan's poem hadn't been written yet, Changsun Wuji knew that the victory was sealed.
The eldest grandson was upset, and Cheng Yaojin's cheers made him feel even more irritable, and he couldn't help but said: "Su Guogong said yes, I wonder what's so good about this poem?"
Cheng Yaojin stared, and said: "My old Cheng doesn't know what's so good about this poem, but it feels good when you listen to it, unlike those poems you wrote, you don't understand it, you don't feel it at all."
Crowd: ...
Changsun Wuji's face was livid, but he couldn't refute Cheng Yaojin's words.
How to refute?
Putting aside the prejudice against Lin Xuan, this poem is indeed a rare masterpiece. If he said that this poem is not good, it will leave a narrow-minded impression in front of Li Shimin.
Fang Xuanling sighed: "Jingyang County Hou Ping's poem is enough to be famous through the ages."
Everyone looked at Fang Xuanling in surprise, they didn't expect Fang Xuanling's evaluation to be so high.
In the middle of the scene, Lin Xuan looked at Meng Yuan and said, "The fragrance is over half, is Master Meng still writing poems?"
In ancient times, a stick of incense was about half an hour, but this calculation is not very accurate.
However, the time for a 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 today is not strong, it will also speed up the burning of the incense. At this time, more than half of it has been burned.
Meng Yuan smiled wryly and said, "As soon as Master Hou's poem comes out, how dare I write Xue again? I have surrendered."
There is no harm without comparison.
He asked himself that the poem he had prepared was not bad, but if he took it out at this time and compared it with this Qingpingle · Huatang Morning Rise, it would seem insignificant.
That being the case, it's better to just admit defeat and save some face.
The face of Taihe Academy is very ugly. Now they have lost two rounds in a row. Although there are still calligraphy, articles and debates in the future, seeing the words written by Lin Xuan, there is no need to compare calligraphy.
That is, even if they won the essays and debates, they lost in the end.
This was a bit unacceptable for them, they came here full of confidence, and now they lost without winning a game, and when the news of this competition spread, they would lose all face.
"What's the next match?"
Lin Xuan was not surprised at winning, just joking, although the poem was only suspected to be written by Li Bai, but 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 surrender, he had read Meng Yuan's poems before. Although the poems were very good, they were only good.
"Let's compare the article next." He Yu said.
No matter what, this competition must continue.
Calligraphy is naturally incomparable, otherwise you will lose three games directly, and there is no need to compare the rest.
Between the article and the debate, He Yu chose the article, because he wrote the article himself, and he has full confidence.
Meng Yuan nodded, took a few steps forward and said loudly: "Master Hou, academies are all places for teaching and educating people. Next time, I will write an article with the title 'teacher'."
(End of this chapter)