Since ancient times, scholars and poets have written many poems describing the scenery of West Lake.
Spring, summer, autumn, winter, plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo, chrysanthemums, and the ten scenic spots of West Lake, to name a few.
Among them, many sing praises of the Broken Bridge.
It is indeed interesting that Miss Chuchu chose the Broken Bridge as the title of her work.
It happened to have just rained, and the lake was covered with mist. Looking around, everything seemed hazy. Xu Yan pondered for a moment and chanted:
The lake and mountains are hazy and misty, and few people are walking on the embankment. I want to cross the river, but my heart is heavy, and I sing loudly, while the water and clouds are vague.
After reciting the poem, Xu Yan saw that Mr. Qian was staring at him straight, and he naturally understood.
He coughed awkwardly and then chanted:
The beauty of the ten-mile West Lake all comes from the Broken Bridge.
The two poems have different focuses and each has its own merits.
What is most commendable is that Xu Yan was able to recite two poems consecutively in such a short period of time.
Naturally, someone wrote down the poem and sent it to the pleasure boat.
As the last of the three levels, this directly determines whether Xu Yan can accompany Mr. Qian on board the pleasure boat to attend the gathering.
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A moment later, the messenger came back and happily told Qian Dehong and Xu Yan that they could board the pleasure boat.
Xu Yan didn't care. He came here to accompany his mentor and acted as a tool.
On the other hand, my mentor was very happy and had no intention of hiding it at all.
Xu Yan suddenly had a bold idea. Could it be that his mentor was an admirer of this Miss Chuchu?
Since ancient times, famous men have loved talented women.
Although my teacher is a little older, he is still known as a disciple of Wang Yangming, and he must have a certain attraction to these beautiful women.
Tsk tsk, that would be interesting if that were true.
The master and his disciple took a boat to the pleasure boat, and soon the boat docked beside the pleasure boat.
Before the boat came to a complete stop, Mr. Qian couldn't wait to jump in, which really scared Xu Yan.
He now believes more and more in his previous judgment.
"You two, please come in!"
Miss Chuchu’s pleasure boat is very big, so big that it looks like a hall.
Qian Dehong took the lead and walked in front, followed closely by Xu Yan.
With just a glance, he discovered that the pleasure boat was filled with scholars and young men in tall hats and wide belts, all of whom looked radiant and happy.
The golden autumn season is the best time to go boating on the lake.
A month or two earlier is too hot, a month or two later is too cold.
It would be even more beautiful if you travel with beauty.
This is probably what these scholars think.
Xu Yan found that the pleasure boat was still moving slowly, although at a very slow speed.
He and Mr. Qian were led to an elegant seat and sat down, with servants serving tea.
What surprised Xu Yan was that he did not find Miss Chuchu in the cabin.
Is there another competition?
Only the winner can see the beauty?
Xu Yan was just pondering this when a man who looked like a tortoise cleared his throat and said, "You are all talented people carefully selected by Miss Chuchu. Today, Miss Chuchu has formulated another question. Those who answer to her satisfaction can enter the inner warehouse."
Wow, as expected!
It has to be said that literary young women have a market everywhere.
It's really interesting that this charming girl has attracted so many talented men from Hangzhou to compete in poetry.
"The topic is about unfaithful people, and both poetry and lyrics are acceptable."
As soon as this question came out, it caused an uproar.
You have to know that Miss Chuchu is the most beautiful girl in Hangzhou. How could such a beautiful girl be betrayed by someone?
This is truly shocking news.
Xu Yan was naturally a little surprised.
However, things in the world of romance are hard to explain, and God knows what exactly happened.
He just needs to write poems and lyrics.
Since I was in the pleasure boat and had to work for Mr. Qian, it was naturally inconvenient for me to recite poems.
Therefore, Xu Yan asked for paper and pen without hesitation and wrote it himself.
He wrote two poems in a row, one on each sheet of paper. After finishing, he handed one sheet to his mentor, who copied it without blushing or beating his heart.
The scholars in the painted boat were racking their brains to write poems and had no time to pay attention to these trivial matters.
Seeing that the time was almost right, Xu Yan and his mentor "handed in their papers".
Wow, competing with so many famous scholars is much more interesting than taking the imperial examination.
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With dozens of poems placed in front of her, Feng Chuchu suddenly felt a sense of happy worry.
She loves poetry by nature, and whenever she writes some new and good words, she will always try to compose music for them as soon as possible.
Today's gathering is also based on this idea, hoping to dig out one or two poems.
However, at the elegant gatherings, there were more people writing poems than lyrics.
Although there were quite a few good poems, Feng Chuchu was somewhat disappointed.
After being in the world of romance for a long time, Feng Chuchu has long been indifferent to love between men and women.
Before she became famous, there was a scholar who fell in love with her and they were in love for a long time. When their love was deep, the scholar said that he would redeem her if he passed the imperial examination.
Feng Chuchu was very happy at that time.
As long as she can redeem herself, she is willing to do anything.
The scholar was very poor, so Feng Chuchu used her own money to help her.
Until one day the scholar suddenly disappeared.
At first Feng Chuchu was still waiting foolishly, but later the scholar never showed up again.
Only then did Feng Chuchu realize that she had been cheated.
All those vows of love are nothing but lies.
That's why she asked such a question.
“A fire once extinguished will never return, a spring once released will never return to its source.
Your heart is already dead, so I will leave my jade ring to the plain.
It is said that those who are unfaithful have no justice over their heads."
This poem is quite well written.
The fire will not be rekindled, and the spring will not return to its source.
These are all very vivid metaphors, with a bit of the meaning of "only when the mountains are gone and the sky and earth are united will I dare to break up with you."
The only difference is that one says that the heart is dead, while the other says that they will never be separated, and the artistic conception is completely opposite.
When Feng Chuchu read this poem, a ripple arose in her heart.
Just consider it passed.
Continuing to read, Feng Chuchu was attracted by a poem.
“If life could always be like our first encounter, why would the autumn wind bring sorrow to the painted fan?
The minds of old friends change easily, yet they say that the minds of old friends change easily.
After the conversation at Mount Li, the night is half over, but I still cry and never complain even though the rain and the bell ring.
How about the unfaithful man in brocade clothes, who made a vow to be together forever? "
This poem is so clear and beautiful, and it points out the beauty of the first encounter at the beginning.
Then the pen turns to "It's easy to change the hearts of old friends, but it's said that the hearts of old friends are easy to change."
It was clearly the unfaithful man who changed his mind, but he put the blame on the other party. How shameless is that?
A few years ago, Feng Chuchu would not have believed that such a person existed in the world. But now she was convinced.
After the conversation at Mount Li, the night is half over, but I still cry and never complain even though the rain and the bell ring.
How about the ungrateful man in brocade clothes, who once wished to be with me forever?
These two sentences are allusions.
The story of Emperor Minghuang of Tang, Li Longji, and Yang Guifei is used to warn people that even if he is the emperor, the vows he made to each other have long been forgotten.
After reading the whole poem, Feng Chuchu felt a sense of loss.
“This poem is absolutely amazing.”
She muttered to herself.
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