Chapter 28 Early Winter Poetry Festival (Part 3)

Finally, some of these people couldn't help it anymore and walked tentatively towards where Su Changan and the others were.

Seeing that Master Yao and the others were only focused on the two pieces of paper that Miss Chang'an had just written, they did not react at all when they came over.

Naturally, the others also hurriedly stood up and came over.

Even those who were originally thinking hard noticed this scene. After listening to the explanation of the people around them, they stood up and came over.

One comes and two goes.

All the people who came to participate in the poetry meeting gathered around the table where Su Changan was sitting, and stretched their necks to look at the paper that Su Changan had not yet started writing, and then tried to look at the two pieces of paper in the hands of Master Yao and Siye Xun.

The people at the back tried their best to see it, but those standing in the front could only see the ugly handwriting on the wrinkled paper.

Xun Siye holds

'After getting drunk, I didn't know the sky was in the water, and the boat was full of sweet dreams pressing down on the starry sky. '

The one in Master Yao's hand is.

'After waking up, I didn't realize that the bright moon was up there, and the shadows of flowers all over my body were supporting me. '

Any man or woman who sees these two lines of poetry, their eyes, which were originally full of curiosity, will now be filled with realization and astonishment, and their eyes will be as sharp as torches, focused on these two lines of poetry.

The students at the back of the crowd could not see these two lines of poetry, but they noticed the expressions on these people's faces. They became even more curious and tried hard to see what was written in them and why all the people who had seen them became like this!

"The sentence in Xun Siye's hand"

The students who saw it finally couldn't help it.

But just as he opened his mouth, Master Yao said, "Be quiet, don't disturb me."

Hearing this, the student immediately glanced at Su Changan, who was still thinking with a pen in his hand, and bowed to Master Yao, then bowed slightly to Su Changan to show his apology.

"Xun Kuang, show the quatrain in your hand to the students." Old Master Yao glanced at the men and women who gathered around him and said in a low voice.

Xun Kuang was stunned for a moment, nodded, looked at the poem in his hand, and handed it to the woman beside him.

"Don't make any noise." Master Yao reminded again.

Everyone bowed in response.

Old Master Yao looked down at Su Changan, who was holding a pen and thinking.

He read Su Chang'an's three poems about plum blossoms and was deeply moved.

So naturally, I am looking forward to what kind of poetry Su Changan can write today.

Especially after the question and answer just now, I am looking forward to it even more.

Now I read those two lines of poetry

Although it is only half a sentence, it is unclear what kind of poem it is intended to write.

But even if it's just these two sentences.

But it is enough to see how talented this girl is!

These two lines of poetry are two different poems, but both are quatrains read by Ting, with rich artistic conception and free and easy style.

Personally, he prefers the scene where a boat is filled with sweet dreams and the stars are shining brightly. The beauty of the artistic conception is like a dream, sober and wonderful, which is really desirable.

But unfortunately.

These two quatrains were thrown aside after they were written, obviously they were not wanted anymore.

This naturally made Master Yao even more curious.

What on earth is Miss Chang'an going to write?

Xun Kuang stretched his head and looked at Su Changan, whom he thought was "a girl only found in heaven". His eyes were full of anxiety and he couldn't wait to see what kind of poems Su Changan would write.

He even threw away these two sentences with wonderful artistic conception.

Could it be that he was going to write another of those beautiful lines like 'the clouds resemble the clothes and the splendor'? ?

Xun Kuang doesn’t know!

But it’s urgent!

Very urgent! !

Among the three gentlemen who hosted the early winter poetry festival, Ms. Shuiyun, a female teacher famous for her wonderful brushwork and painting, seemed the calmest. She just stood quietly at one side, protecting Su Wan'er with her hands to prevent the little child from being hurt by the crowd.

But even so, Mr. Shuiyun still looked at Su Changan carefully, from his thoughtful expression, to the way he held the pen, to the way he seemed to be sitting upright, and so on.

Read from top to bottom

Mr. Shuiyun smiled slightly. As long as a woman is truly beautiful in this world, no matter what she is doing, she will be a beautiful scenery.

Although the students around him had been warned by Master Yao to keep quiet and not disturb Su Chang'an's thoughts, some of them couldn't help but sigh subconsciously when they saw the ugly handwriting on the poem.

But without exception, everyone who spoke naturally shut up immediately.

then

But after everyone read these two sentences, they all looked at Su Changan.

I was only thinking about this Miss Chang'an and wondering what she was going to write!

Such a beautiful sentence is lost like this.

Attracting everyone's attention!

This refers to the current Su Changan.

but

At first, Su Changan sensed Xun Kuang and the others coming, but now, he was completely lost in thought.

I memorized too many poems in my previous life.

Su Changan was a little confused about how to think of a serious question.

As for the two sentences just now

There is one thing to say

But when he saw the title was "Night", Su Changan thought of those two poems.

But I'm going to write

very good!

I only remember the more famous one.

Write the second one

Even better!

Because I only remember the more famous one.

So I had to throw it away.

Then think about Nalan Xingde's "We should share the same sorrow after parting, but the most unbearable resentment is in the bright moonlight" and Li Bai's "Drinking and singing" and so on.

Although I have written a lot of lyrical poems about the night, it is still a bit inappropriate to write them now.

That's why Su Changan spent so much time thinking about it.

? !

Suddenly.

Su Changan was stunned for a moment, but said to himself, how could I forget it!

Immediately

Su Changan finally put pen to paper!

Finally, they saw that Su Changan was about to start writing. Everyone immediately focused and watched the ink fall from the tip of Su Changan's pen.

'A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold'

Everyone was slightly stunned. It was a good sentence, but it was somewhat different from the previous two sentences.

'The flowers have fragrance and the moon has shadow'

Everyone was stunned.

Spring nights are so precious, because the flowers emit intoxicating fragrance and the moon has the beauty of a hazy shadow.

"The sound of singing and pipes is faint in the tower, and the swing courtyard is dark at night."

At first glance, it seems ordinary, just a piece of music and flute playing floating from high up on the building, the sound is very melodious and soft. There was someone swinging on the swing in the yard over there. It was very late at night and the courtyard was completely silent.

but.

If all connected.

The words are simple but the meaning is profound, the lingering aftertaste is lingering, and everything is implied.

Suddenly, it becomes a widely-recited poem.

If you read the whole poem carefully, you will find that the most ordinary line "A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold" is far better than the previous two lines with beautiful artistic conception.

Quiet~~~

Everyone looked at the poems on Su Changan's desk and fell completely silent.

Old Master Yao stared at the poem on the table and murmured, "A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold. This poem fully describes the night scene and expresses the artistic conception."

With such emotion, Master Yao looked around at everyone and said, "Go back, I will show it to you later."

Everyone bowed.

But everyone looked at Su Changan deeply.

The look in his eyes is complicated.

Envy, loss, jealousy, helplessness.

There are all kinds of eyes.

Just because they know one thing.

The winner must be Miss Chang'an.

Old Master Yao bent down to take the paper on the table, and Su Changan naturally handed it over quickly.

After Master Yao took it, he looked at Su Changan and said, "I'm afraid your grandfather will ask your father to drink a few more glasses tonight."

After saying that, he lowered his head to look at the paper in his hand, read softly, and walked towards the main seat.

But this is only two steps

Old Master Yao turned around and frowned at Su Changan: "I have a few calligraphy works by Wang Xiangzhi, a great calligrapher of the previous dynasty. I will have someone send them to you tomorrow. You should practice calligraphy more."

Su Changan was a little unhappy, but facing such an elder giving him something, he couldn't be unhappy, so he immediately bowed and said, "Thank you for the gift, sir. I will practice hard."

Master Yao nodded, turned around and continued walking towards the main seat.

Mr. Shuiyun looked at Su Changan and smiled: "You are very good."

Then, after thinking for a while, he smiled and said, "But calligraphy really needs more practice. When you have time in the future, come to my Shuiyunzhai and sit down. Although I don't have any calligraphy by masters, you can still copy my own calligraphy. I will send it to you together with the calligraphy that Master Yao wants to give you."

Su Changan became even more unhappy, but still returned the gift respectfully.

Mr. Shuiyun returned the greeting gently, then pinched Su Wan'er's face and went back.

Xun Kuang had a lot to say, but for some reason, when he wanted to say something, he looked at Su Changan and didn't dare to say a word, so he looked at Su Changan and said, "Miss Changan, this handwriting is really a bit unbearable to look at. I also have some calligraphy works by calligraphy masters, I will send them to you someday."

After saying this, he bowed and turned around to catch up with Master Yao to look at the poem on the paper.

Su Changan pouted, looking very unhappy.

Sitting back in the chair, he looked at Su Linhan and Su Wan'er who were laughing beside him: "These people have hurt my self-esteem a little bit."

Su Linhan smiled even more happily, and after a while she recovered and said, "The handwriting is a little ugly, elder sister needs to practice more."

It hurts my feelings!

Su Changan looked at Su Linhan.

Su Wan'er whispered, "The handwriting isn't pretty, but the poem is really pretty. I just saw a lot of people looking dumbfounded. So it doesn't matter. It's OK as long as you're pretty."

Hearing Su Wan'er's words, Su Changan's fragile self-esteem was immediately satisfied, and he looked at Su Wan'er again.

It’s said that the more I look at this little girl, the more I like her! !

Although this word is beautiful, Su Changan still feels a little awkward when using it to describe himself, but it is a good word when used to praise oneself!

But at this time.

Su Zhaoxin ran over with a large plate in his hand.

Seeing this little thing, Su Changan was helpless.

But Su Zhaoxin put the plates on the table all at once, two plates, one plate of green bamboo shoots and one plate of a whole chicken.

There was some on their table just now, but Su Changan ate it all.

Su Zhaoxin looked around and said to Su Changan, "Big sister, it's not that I didn't come up to help you chase them away, I really had no choice. I squeezed in several times but couldn't get in. I almost fell down. Thanks to Sister Li, I'm fine. But it's okay, otherwise you'd be the big sister. Just that one poem, I saw everyone stunned, even Sister Li was silent for a long time. But I don't think she understood it, because she doesn't look like a scholar."

Su Zhaoxin said, looking at the chicken and vegetables on the table: "Here, this is on Sister Li's table. I saw you eating the chicken leg and it smelled delicious, so I asked for it. I was going to send it to you just now, but I hesitated for a moment because I thought you were allergic to me. Then those people came over, so I didn't send it to you. You can eat one leg of this chicken, my sister can eat one leg, and the butt and wings can be given to me."

"My second sister doesn't like these greasy foods, so she asked for a plate of bamboo shoots. But if you ask me, this poetry gathering was too stingy. No one refilled the food after it was all eaten. I told Sister Li about it, and Sister Li said she would go and scold them later."

Hearing Su Zhaoxin's words.

Su Linhan shook her head helplessly.

Su Wan'er also glared at Su Zhaoxin and said nothing more.

Su Changan looked at Su Zhaoxin. This little guy was sometimes fierce, but sometimes he was really warm-hearted. He would always care about the people around him when something good happened, and he also knew how to care for others.

But why does he have such a punchable mouth?

Su Zhaoxin looked at Su Changan, then turned to look at Li Xingyue who was looking at him, and looked at Su Changan cautiously: "Big sister, are you still allergic to me? If you are, I'm going back."

Hearing this, Su Changan cursed, "Sit down, don't cause trouble for others when you first meet them!"

Su Zhaoxin grinned when he heard it, and immediately sat down next to Su Changan: "It's not a problem, Sister Li is very nice to me, giving me food and drink, and she is also happy to listen to me talk about your things. However, there is actually one thing I have never told you. Before the poetry meeting, I was thinking, Big Sister, your handwriting is so ugly, what should you do when you come to the poetry meeting to write, so many people are watching, what if you embarrass yourself, and it will also embarrass us. But just now, what did I see, Big Sister?"

Su Changan grabbed Su Zhaoxin and said, "I'm allergic to you again. You should go over there."

Su Zhaoxin's face twisted: "You're not going to say you're not allergic anymore?"

Su Changan immediately said: "When did you say that?"

Su Zhaoxin was even more worried. How could he be allergic? !

Su Linhan on the side finally couldn't help laughing again.

Su Changan turned around and didn't say anything, but he saw Su Linhan still putting the pens and ink neatly in place, obviously she didn't plan to write anymore.

At this time.

Su Changan's poem had already passed through the hands of everyone and finally returned to Master Yao.

Master Yao looked at everyone and said loudly: "You have read Su Changan's poems, but has anyone written a poem?"

Although asking this.

But Master Yao saw that many people had packed up their pens, ink, paper and inkstones like Su Linhan did, and everyone lowered their heads and sighed in their hearts.

Those who can participate in this early winter poetry festival can be considered to have some talent and learning in terms of literary talent, regardless of moral character.

There should have been a lot of excellent works, and when competition was fierce, they should all have a chance to win the top spot.

but.

After all, Su Changan wrote poetry too early, which hindered the scene of flowers blooming in full bloom in previous years.

At a glance.

Nine out of ten people lowered their heads, and a few of them smiled bitterly, putting away the papers they had written on, as they really felt embarrassed to take them out.

After sighing again, Master Yao looked at the young man sitting at a table in the corner and said, "Yan Shu, what about you?"

The young man named Yan Shu was dressed in blue, not luxurious but very clean. When he heard Master Yao call his name, he immediately stepped forward, bowed and said with a wry smile: "Teacher, I dare not show off my ugliness in front of Miss Chang'an's excellent work."

Mr. Yao hesitated to speak and gently waved his hand to signal him to go back.

Then, Master Yao looked at Su Linhan, but seeing that the writing brush and ink on Su Linhan's desk were neatly arranged and motionless, he smiled bitterly and looked at Su Changan: "Su Changan."

Su Changan stood up immediately after hearing this: "The student is here."

Master Yao asked, "Those two lines of poetry were both excellent, why were they discarded?"

Su Changan replied: "Some of them I didn't know how to write, so I gave up."

Master Yao looked a little regretful: "I will improve it in the future. Good works are hard to come by, so we should cherish them."

Su Changan nodded: "Yes."

Master Yao glanced at everyone, then looked at Su Changan and asked, "What is the name of this poem, 'A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold pieces'?"

Su Changan replied: "Spring Night."

Master Yao nodded: "Good. Let me ask you again, it's already winter, why are you writing about Spring Night?"

Su Changan smiled and said, "I was actually thinking of writing Winter Night, but after thinking about it, I found it a bit confusing, so I changed it to Spring Night."

After hearing what he said, Master Yao pondered it carefully, then smiled helplessly and scolded, "Nonsense! If someone else had been the host, your poem about a spring night would definitely not have won the first prize! But after all, we set the topic and did not say when to write it, so it is not against the rules. Moreover, if those pedantic people were here, your handwriting would definitely prevent you from winning the first prize! After you go back, remember to practice your handwriting more, otherwise how can you win the first prize!"

Su Changan smiled awkwardly: "I will follow your instructions, sir."

Old Master Yao smiled at Su Changan, then looked at everyone and said, "The poetry competition will not end here. If you do not submit any poems, Su Changan will be the champion of this poetry competition. But before the end, if you submit a good poem, you can compete for the championship. Students, do not give up. We scholars should have a noble spirit in our hearts. Do not let others' literary talent ruin your own style."

When everyone heard this, they felt a little ashamed and immediately bowed in unison: "We will follow your instructions, sir."

Old Master Yao nodded and said, "Tonight is a poetry gathering. Let's meet friends through poetry. Just have fun. There is no need to follow those clichéd etiquette. When learning etiquette, it is important to keep it in mind, not on the surface. Mr. Shuiyun, Mr. Xun, and I will be here. If you have any questions or want to discuss academic matters with us, you can come. When studying, don't be pedantic! Students, please!"

Everyone looked at each other and bowed again: "Sir, please."

Su Changan watched this scene.

Especially when he looked at Master Yao, he felt that the word "character" seemed worthy of this Master Yao who had hurt his feelings so much.

But the problem is

Looking at the people present whose eyes were shining because of Master Yao's two sentences, Su Changan curled his lips.

very good

It seems that the poem will not end like this.

depressed!

Eat a chicken drumstick to calm down.

But just when Su Changan was about to tear open the chicken leg.

"Miss Li is here." Yan Ruyu said in a low voice.

Turning around, I saw Li Xingyue and Su Zhaoxin walking towards me.

Su Zhaoxin smiled.

When did this little thing run to Li Xingyue's side!

Su Changan was puzzled.

Li Xingyue looked at Su Changan and bowed slightly: "The poem is beautiful."

Su Changan put down the chicken leg and returned the gift: "Thank you."

but

Now the two were only half a step away from each other, smelling the scent of rouge on Li Xingyue's body.

It really is lead powder!

Su Changan confirmed this, but at the same time, he looked at the thick layer of liquid applied by Li Xingyue and frowned slightly. This thing is poisonous, why is it used like this?

Li Xingyue said directly: "Please, Miss Changan, don't let him come over again."

He spoke and glanced at Su Zhaoxin.

Su Changan was stunned for a moment and glared at Su Zhaoxin. It was obvious that this kid had also offended the prime minister's daughter.

Li Xingyue continued, "He didn't do anything wrong, but I was afraid I couldn't help but hit him, so I got into trouble."

Su Changan heard this and smiled bitterly: "I will definitely not let her bother Miss Li again."

Li Xingyue nodded and was about to turn around and leave, but before she took a step, she turned back to look at Su Changan and asked, "Is there any way to write poems of your level without studying?"

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PS: Ah! ! ! One of my chapters is equivalent to two of others! ! I just don't want to make you feel uncomfortable, so I just put it in one chapter. Don't go! ! You must read it, don’t just keep it in your mind! I'm going to cry! !

PS: I have to emphasize again that I really cannot write too much during the period of a new book, as it will affect the recommendations. There is really no way, I am also very anxious! ! After it is put on the shelves, it will definitely be updated with tens of thousands of words, no lie! !

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