Amidst the excitement, amazement and cheers.
The King of Nanyang finally came back to his senses. He was so excited that he laughed loudly, "Young Master Cui, Mr. Donglai, you two are truly worthy of your reputation!"
"I admire you!"
"Having these two outstanding people in front of us really makes us feel astonished and ashamed."
"Therefore, I propose. How about you choose whether to accept or not accept the following verses?"
These words made the Imperial Envoy Qi, Prefect Song, County Magistrate Ye, and Pei Chongqing all breathe a sigh of relief.
They didn't dare to go on any further.
He was afraid that he would ruin a couplet that could potentially make him famous among scholars.
That would lead to countless people laughing and scolding you!
However, Li Duan, inspired by the heroic spirit of his senior brother Dong Lai and his nephew, also had some ideas.
He picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, then said with a smile, "Then I will continue with the next two lines: The sound becomes more fierce towards the sunset, and the wings become lighter towards the wind."
This sentence also caused countless people to applaud.
Although it cannot be compared with the previous four sentences, Lord Li, as the second assistant disciple, is also talented and learned.
The sound becomes louder towards the sunset, and the wings become lighter towards the wind.
Meaning: As evening approaches, the cicadas’ chirping becomes more intense. The cicadas’ wings flutter in the autumn wind, appearing even lighter.
This sentence not only fits the title, but the sound and picture are also very vivid.
But these two sentences follow Mr. Dong Lai's two sentences, and the writing style and artistic conception are very plain.
So next, we have to build up momentum again.
This is what Cui Xian is good at.
Therefore, after Li Duan finished the poem, he pointed directly to Cui Xian and said with a smile: "Little Cui Xian, you come."
In late summer, a cool breeze blows and ripples appear on the surface of the pond.
Inside the pavilion.
Cui Xian was dressed in red, his robe fluttering in the wind.
He was suddenly called upon but he showed no sign of being nervous.
Instead, he raised his eyebrows, put the cup in his hand on the table, and blurted out: "A single neigh comes out of the distant tree, and the lingering sound reminds me of the empty city!"
King Nanyang stood up excitedly and said loudly: "Okay!"
He said "OK".
The people around finally reacted and started praising and cheering excitedly.
Obviously, the atmosphere was fun!
Good poetry goes well with good wine. Cui Xian completely let go of his hands and feet. Now he could continue the poem without even thinking, and blurt out the next line.
What a quick mind one must have to be able to write poetry so skillfully!
A single cry comes from a distant tree, and the lingering sound reminds me of the empty city!
What it means is: the cry of a lone cicada penetrates the dense woods, and its high-pitched lingering sound echoes throughout the city.
At this point in the literary gathering, people had completely lost interest in other games.
The scholars stood up spontaneously, gathered outside the pavilion, and looked at Cui Xian with amazement and admiration.
Someone else shouted anxiously, "Did you write it down? Did you write it down?"
Because it is so wonderful!
As they clinked glasses and chatted and laughed, they spoke of masterpieces and golden lines.
Who wouldn’t be impressed by his charm?
After today's literary gathering, Cui Xian's name, together with "Listening to the Poems of Cicadas", will once again shock the entire literary and poetry circles!
Mr. Donglai stood up.
He hadn't had such a good time in a long, long time!
Not only the wine and poetry of the day, but also the obedient disciple in front of him, all made the old gentleman extremely satisfied.
He smiled at Cui Xian in admiration, and then said: "This couplet poem has only four lines left. How about you and I each write two lines to end it?"
Cui Xian smiled and said, "Please, sir."
Of the twenty-line couplet poem, sixteen have already been written.
It’s time to wrap up!
The previous text goes from sorrow and fear to joy between host and guest, and then to the weight of metal and stone and the lightness of white hair.
It is extended to mean the loud chirping of cicadas, echoing in the lonely city.
How will this complicated mental journey end?
People looked at Cui Xian and Mr. Dong Lai, their eyes full of expectation.
Also a little nervous.
Because this concerns whether this couplet poem can land smoothly and achieve the final sublimation of the theme!
At this moment, everyone suddenly realized that the eight-year-old Cui Xian was already able to create poems with Mr. Ru Donglai, the most famous scholar in Daliang!
What an amazing achievement!
Looking at the poetry world of Daliang, I am afraid that there will never be such a great figure again, either a hundred years ago or a hundred years later!
Under the gaze of everyone.
Mr. Donglai was also much more cautious, fearing that he would ruin a good work. He thought for a long time before saying, "Sitting among the pines, walking in the lonely bamboo forest."
babble?
How come the flavor became a little lonely in the end?
Sitting among the chirping pines, walking in the desolate bamboo grove.
The general meaning is: sitting quietly under the shade of a tree amidst the inspiring and clear chirping of cicadas, walking slowly and alone in the bleak and lonely bamboo forest.
Obviously, there are no fancy words used in the poem, but when this line comes out, it makes people feel inexplicably sad.
A gust of frost at the age of fifty hits the face, penetrates into the cracks between the bones, and makes people feel cold and at a loss.
That is the ruthless chill of time!
Thinking back to Mr. Dong Lai’s tragic past of losing his wife and children, many people looked with regret and sympathy.
Perhaps this is the charm of poetry and words?
They were drinking and chatting happily the moment before, but at the end, they were unconsciously filled with sadness.
Poor white hair!
Even the most famous scholars in the world cannot escape the shackles of time.
So, how would Cui Xian choose to respond to this sentence?
Because this sentence is the final sentence of a poem.
Everyone looked at Cui Xian.
But Cui Xian only looked at Mr. Donglai. He stood up and left the table, bowed to Mr. Donglai as a disciple, and then smiled and said, "Sir, I want to give you these last two lines of poetry."
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