Ignoring the unruly Liu Jibai, Chu Gong got new inspiration after a brief chat with his friends.
Communicating with each other is a common thing. How can it be considered a foul if something happens to scholars! No ghostwriting!
Chu Gong's thoughts suddenly surged, and he waved the wolf hair in his hand. In just half the time of burning the incense, he had already completed a five-melody poem.
"Where does the autumn wind come? Xiaoxiao returns and the geese mourn.
Close to the Dongting Water, you can climb to the balcony alone.
The heart is long and lonely, and the haggard shadow is only fading.
How can we repay our country? Shadows linger under the moon. "
After the poem was finished, everyone savored it carefully.
This poem is much higher than what Chu Gong did before! ?
Is this the true strength of Yuezhou Jieyuan? !
A poem with five rhymes vividly expresses Chu Gong's mood of climbing high and thinking about the country and the people in the early autumn!
It instantly sublimates the mood of autumn. Since ancient times, the heart of autumn has been split in two. Autumn and sadness have always been linked together.
"Okay! Chu Jieyuan's poem is excellent!"
The person who spoke this time was not the younger brother who had been the admirer before, but a talented man from the capital. He had the reputation of being a civil servant and was known as a talented person in the capital. He was also preparing to strive for fame in the spring of next year.
Just now he had dismissed the Yuezhou Jieyuan, thinking that his talent was mediocre, but as soon as this poem came out, he immediately made him face up to his opponent Chu Gong!
"Since the autumn wind has risen to the national worry, Brother Chu's height is the height that young people like us should be. We are worried about our country and our country. When we can show our talents, we will be better for the welfare of the people!"
This kind of thinking is exactly what most young people think.
Even Liu Bin, who was on the second floor, savored it carefully and said, "Not bad! It's really a good poem!"
It is rare for a state to have such poetic talent in Jieyuan!
After Yang Qingyuan listened to this poem on the third floor, he immediately smiled!
Then he picked up a fine pen on the side and wrote, writing the upper and lower columns in a few dozen breaths, and then handed it over to the master of Qingwu Academy.
After taking Yang Qingyuan's poem manuscript and reading it, Master Qingwu couldn't help but chuckle.
"Master Yang, what a loss!"
Then she handed the poem manuscript to the maid at the side and said, "Pass it on!"
At this time, Chu Gong was already confident of winning, and this poem was also a superb performance for him! Even in a different place, he might not be able to write such a good sentence!
This one! Definitely win!
When he saw the maid coming downstairs with the manuscript, Chu Gong confidently stepped forward and took the manuscript from the maid's hand.
"I won't bother you girl this time, let me recite it for everyone!"
Afterwards, Chu Gong elegantly unfolded the manuscript in the maid's hand, and when he was about to read it, he stood blankly on the spot.
Everyone didn't notice it at first and were still discussing Chu Gong's poems just now. They didn't notice anything strange about Chu Gong. On the contrary, Chu Gong's younger brother had already noticed that his boss was a little strange.
He stepped forward and asked, "What happened to Brother Chu!?"
Then he saw the piece of paper in Chu Gong's hand, and he followed Chu Gong and stood on the spot.
Gradually, more people discovered Chu Gong's strange behavior, and more and more people gathered around him.
The originally noisy Qingwu Courtyard fell silent, with only one scholar looking at the paper and reading softly:
"The young man didn't know the feeling of sorrow, so he fell in love with the stairs. He fell in love with the stairs and forced himself to express his sorrow in order to compose new poems. Now that he knows the feeling of sorrow, he wants to stop talking. He wants to stop talking, but he says it's been a cool autumn..."
After reciting the word, the whole place was silent.
Even Liu Bin read the last sentence over and over again, "But it's been a cool autumn."
All the literati present looked at each other in astonishment.
The general meaning of Chu Gong's poem just now is - in autumn, with nothing to do, alone, by the Dongting Lake, climbing a high-rise building in Yueyang, worrying about the country and the people, to the point where it is difficult to eat or sleep peacefully. Under the moonlight, only shadows lingered.
The whole article is just one word - "sorrow"!
I thought there was nothing wrong with this word just now, but now after listening to "Ugly Slave" written by Master Qingwu, and comparing it with Chu Gong's poems, it seems too artificial and unnecessary.
At this time, Chu Gong looked full of energy, wide and fat, with a rosy complexion. How could he look like he was losing weight day by day because he was worried about his family and country?
However, this is actually a common problem among many literati. They usually don't pay attention to this. If they talk about it, I'm afraid most people will be labeled as "expressing sorrow for the sake of writing new words".
Liu Bin, the Minister of Rites, couldn't help but look towards the third floor, where the master of Qingwu Academy was. The sorrow in what he wrote was not the sorrow of separation, but the sorrow of family and country. It was euphemistic and implicit, but not revealed... But when I read it, The author's worries and melancholy can be seen between the lips and teeth. This is already an excellent work, and one word will be passed down from generation to generation.
How could the master of Qingwu Academy, a female businessman, have such an experience? How can you have such a big heart! ?
Of course, Yang Qingyuan obviously has more say in the matters regarding the thoughts of Master Qingwu! I don’t dare to compare my family and country’s ambition with that of Master Qingwu! In other words, Li Mochou is here to fight!
Getting back to the subject, Liu Bin can conclude that there is an expert's guidance behind the master of Qingwu Academy, and Liu Bin has already made a guess in his mind.
Based on that person's poetry skills, the sadness, anger and melancholy revealed in the whole poem may not be meant to express feelings, but more to slap in the face!
"Young men don't know the feeling of sorrow, so they forcefully talk about sorrow in order to compose new words..."
Chu Gong had just finished writing about the sorrow of his family and country when his opponent wrote such a sentence... Liu Bin sighed secretly, hoping that Chu Gong would not leave any psychological shadow.
But it is very likely that after tonight, Chu Gong will never dare to write about sorrow again!
At this time, the expressions of the talented scholars and scholars around them also changed slightly.
Their basic appreciation ability is still there, and this word is indeed much higher than Chu Gong's poem.
Of course, the more important thing is that the lyrics of this poem are really heart-wrenching!
"Young people don't know the feeling of sadness, so they fall in love with upstairs. Falling in love with stairs, they forcefully talk about sadness in order to compose new words..."
Does the word "young man" refer to more than just Chu Gong? This was a map cannon, which mocked all the young talented scholars present, and they all felt as if they had been shot in the chest.
The key is that they can't fight back because the other party is telling the truth.
Life has just begun, and I have not experienced many things. Without rich life experience, how can there be so much worry and sadness?
Thinking of the melancholy poems I once wrote, I couldn't help but feel a burning feeling on my face.
At this moment, Chu Gong's face turned pale and he stared blankly at the paper, as if his heart had been hit hard by a sledgehammer, and he was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.
If Chu Gong's psychological quality hadn't been good enough, he might have cried on the spot during the performance!
Looking up at the direction of the third floor, Chu Gong's heart was full of grief and anger.
To compose new words, I force myself to express my sorrow... What hatred do I have against you? ! To strike so harshly!
Chu Gong felt that after today, he might leave his name in the literary world and become a legend through the ages - the villain in the sorrow of writing new words!
A few years later, perhaps the number one scholar exploring flowers or even today may be forgotten by future generations, but Chu Gong's name will be mentioned as long as the allusion of "forcing new words to express sorrow" is mentioned, and it will be passed down through the ages!
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