Although Xu Yan knew very well that the teacher was doing this for his own good, he still felt somewhat helpless.
Although he gained some fame by reciting poems and writing lyrics after coming to the Ming Dynasty, his opponents were basically all of the same caliber as Zhang Yinian, so there was really no challenge for him.
To put it simply, the King beats the Bronze.
Everything is afraid of comparison.
The person in front of him now is no ordinary person.
Shen Mingchen's status in the Ming Dynasty poetry world is difficult for ordinary people to match.
It is not easy to come up with a poem that crushes him.
But at this point, Xu Yan had no reason to back down. Otherwise, wouldn't he be too sorry for his mentor, Mr. Qian?
Xu Yan took a step forward, bowed to Shen Mingchen, and said with a smile: "Mr. Shen's poem is very well written. Dinghai County Xu Yan will try to match it with a pair."
After saying this, he began to chant:
"To the west of Su Xiao's tomb is my concubine's home, with white lotuses planted in front of the door.
When my lover comes, he will recognize the wine shop, where the jade harp on the stone is covered by the setting sun."
Shen Mingchen was naturally very knowledgeable about poetry, but he was stunned after hearing Xu Yan recite it.
She murmured, "My love, when you come, I'll find the wine shop. The jade harp on the stone is covered by the setting sun."
"Xu Xiaolangjun's poem is written from a woman's perspective, but it is clever."
“Thank you for the compliment, Master Shen.”
Even Shen Mingchen praised it highly, so the quality of this poem must be no problem.
Everyone present praised him.
"Mr. Xu is also from Ningbo? Ningbo has so many talented people."
"It seems that Ningbo scholars are catching up, and it is not impossible for them to catch up with Shaoxing."
"Hey, what do you know? Young Master Xu is Mr. Xushan's latest student. How could Mr. Qian's students be any worse?"
"I see. No wonder he's so talented at such a young age."
Since ancient times, there has been no first in literature and no second in martial arts.
There were two talented people on the scene, both from Ningbo, so naturally some people wanted to see them compete with each other.
Someone started to make a noise, "Please ask Mr. Xushan to give us another question to see who is more talented in poetry, Mr. Shen or Mr. Xu."
"Yes, let's have a competition!"
Everyone seemed to be enjoying the fun, which put Qian Dehong in a difficult position.
As for Xu Yan, he was also secretly annoyed.
If we really compare them, it will be too much of a waste of reserves.
Poems are something that you write one less poem at a time. What should you do when you’ve finished all of them?
He turned to look at the teacher, and seeing Qian Dehong nodded at him, he gritted his teeth and said, "Then please give me a question, teacher."
Qian Dehong stroked his beard and smiled, "Since ancient times, romanticism has always been young, so let's use the theme of youth travel."
Xu Yan made a gesture of invitation, inviting Shen Mingchen to speak first.
In fact, this is also one of Xu Yan's tricks.
Those who write poems first are at a disadvantage. After all, they are more likely to be targeted because they have a sample, and those who write poems later leave a deeper impression on the critics and are more likely to gain an advantageous position.
Of course, all this is based on the assumption that the levels of the two are not much different.
If one is as different as heaven and earth, this subtle influence can be ignored.
Shen Mingchen nodded slightly, closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then chanted:
"The proud neigh of a BMW attracts young men, and their black hair is worn on the subway without money.
On the twelfth day of the spring breeze, the willow catkins are blown all over the embroidered saddles."
Xu Yan thought to himself, what a formidable opponent. But now that the arrow was on the string, it had to be released, and there was no time to hide the poem.
He paced a few steps and chanted leisurely:
"A thousand-dollar sword and ten-thousand-dollar treasure, I throw wine and green wine on the bed of a Hu girl.
The drunken purple horse leaps and calls out to the knights, and the spring breeze blows into the cockfighting arena.
As soon as the two poems were finished, someone started comparing them.
Some say that Yang's poems are more free and easy, while others say that Xu's poems are more heroic.
But overall, Xu Yan has an advantage because of his age.
After all, Shen Mingchen is more than ten years older than Xu Yan, so it would be embarrassing even if the fight ended in a draw.
"Let's sing another song!"
"Let's sing another one!"
Under the "fueling" of the crowd, Shen Mingchen seemed to lose his patience and was the first to chant:
“The green and yellow plums warm the cool weather, and the red and white flowers bloom in the fields.
The swallows' nests are surrounded by mud and water, and the quails' cries are accompanied by rain like smoke."
Xu Yan was not to be outdone and immediately responded with a song.
"The peach and plum trees in the shade are late putting on their makeup, and the cuckoo is calling at the Wanli Bridge.
Returning from moon worship, the people are silent, and the golden hairpin is lost in the west of the bamboo corridor.
Shen Mingchen was already in a poetic mood at this moment and was no longer reserved.
Chanted casually:
"The Chinese tallow tree has young red leaves, and the purple orchid is sprouting new shoots.
The green dragon whiskers bend the bamboo shoots before the wind, and the green phoenix tail adds to the banana leaves after the rain."
Xu Yan thought to himself, since that’s the case, I’ll stick with you to the end.
He chanted aloud:
"Fireflies send off falling flowers, and the lonely spring breeze breaks the pipa.
Someone sent me some calamus leaves, saying he was a papermaker in Chengdu.
Shen Mingchen felt so happy in his heart!
Inspired by poetry, he chanted:
"After the rain, water flows into the ditches in the high fields, and fish swim above the willow branches on the tile bridge.
The plums are green like snow, and the cherry wine is red like oil."
Xu Yan said without giving in:
"At the age of fifteen, I can sail the boat, even if it is in the vast expanse of Qutang.
My lover is drying his nets at Peach Blossom Ferry today, so I'll trade the fresh fish for some wine."
Shen said:
"I was in Jiangdong and my lover was in the west. We once went to Ruoye Creek to pick incense.
The female companion bowed her head and said, "My tears have stained my new red and white clothes."
Xu Jie:
"It is best to cross West Lake in the evening, so as to catch the lotus-picking boats.
The Yue girl and the Wu man were so coquettish, they pulled her clothes and asked for money.
Ponder:
"The osmanthus tree's shadow is like the round moon, and the hibiscus leaves are covered with frost.
I pounded clothes past midnight, and they turned yellow after a few days of wasting time."
Xu said:
"The moon is bright and clear over the autumn lake. I am sober after listening to the fishermen's songs.
Just ask where the Emperor Qin launched his ship, where the white clouds lock the Buddha's head in deep green.
The two of them sang one song after another, and everyone present was stunned.
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