"Master Lu, look, I have written a poem here, titled "Ode to Camellia"..." Shen Biyu pondered for a while, and then read out the poem in the eyes of everyone: "Han Qiang is more beautiful than Song Yun, The beauty of the sky is astonishing, and the years are different. The true nature of the ice and snow is there, and the roots and trees are sparse."
After Shen Biyu read out this poem, the eyes of several young men suddenly lit up, and the ladies and ladies also praised them one after another. One of them, a talented man, stood up and said: "This poem is considered to be excellent. It is very charming and combines the beauty of camellia." The noble character is vividly displayed, and it fits Master Lu's painting very well. Mr. Shen is truly worthy of being a master of poetry, and this poem is truly remarkable." First published.
"Yes, it is indeed good, but I think the sense of sadness behind the freedom and ease is the most consistent with the realm and charm that the painting should have. It is really a superior work."
"If you ask me, you are indeed worthy of being Master Shen. You are worthy of your reputation. In such a short period of time, you can actually create such a poem with artistic conception. It's amazing! It's amazing!"
"..."
When everyone was praising Shen Biyu, Wan Qingchun and Yang Ruoqing stood behind the crowd. Yang Ruoqing didn't say anything, but Wan Qingchun said in disgust: "What about Shen, everyone else is just bragging. I think this poem is just mediocre, but in terms of talent, who can compare to my sister Qing?"
Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "Don't talk nonsense. It's not good for others to hear it. I can't write such a poem... This Shen Biyu has real talent and learning."
Yang Ruoqing knew that her reputation as a talented woman was based on Dream of Red Mansions and a few books, but that was not her own credit. She was just stealing the works of a real celebrity from another world. Although no one in this world held her accountable, but It is impossible to say that we accept it calmly.
Shen Biyu's poems aroused praise from many people at the scene. Many literati interpreted the artistic conception contained in the poems and felt that the poems were excellent and it was impossible to fault them.
Even several Jinshi Hanlin think this poem is good.
Shen Biyu also behaved quite calmly. It was obvious that she was used to similar scenes. At this moment, she was just looking at Master Lu Yuanding quietly.
Lu Yuanding frowned, chanting a poem written by Shen Biyu in his mouth, and then nodded while stroking his beard with his fingers.ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм
But just when Shen Biyu thought that the poem she wrote had been approved by Lu Yuanding, to her disappointment, Lu Yuanding immediately shook his head again.
"It's still close. I can't tell you what's missing..." Lu Yuanding sighed.
These poems are all very good, especially those written by Shen Biyu, which are really excellent.
However, his own paintings were drawn when his inspiration burst out and he was close to a state of selflessness. As long as there was any imperfection, he did not want to inscribe poems on the scrolls.
Shen Biyu was a little disappointed.
However, her accomplishments were indeed outstanding. She only lost her color a few times and then quickly returned to normal, because she knew that writing poetry was difficult and required inspiration.
Inspiration is a very mysterious thing, it comes out of nowhere, and sometimes it doesn’t make sense at all.
But when there is no inspiration, even great poets may not be able to write a masterpiece that will be passed down from generation to generation.
"That's all, all the talented ladies, ladies and gentlemen, the banquet time will soon be approaching. Let's go to the banquet first and talk about poetry. Later, we are thinking about..."
The speaker was the owner of Biyun Garden, Mrs. Lu Yuan, Mrs. Lu, who was twenty-one years old. She was dressed in red and had a strange charm and charm in her eyebrows.
"Yes, it's true that I was too impatient. After all, poetry and articles are not written in one go. Just like painting, it is difficult to create soulful works without inspiration."
Master Lu Yuanding could not help but feel a little disappointed and regretful. He was obsessed with painting. When he finally admired the camellia, he was inspired to paint such a painting that can be passed down to the world.
However, there is no poem that can really match it.
Especially when the painting has just come out and the ink is still wet, this is the best time to mention the poem. If you miss this period, if you make up for it later, there will be flaws and it will not be so perfect.
"Otherwise, are we looking for someone else? I remember there was a lady in the capital who was very talented and created such amazing works as Dream of Red Mansions. She might be able to do it..."
"Mrs. Zhongyongbo Yang?"
"yes."
"Forget it Yang, she has already been immersed in how to make money, and she is already a wealthy businessman who smells like copper."
"Why do you say that? I don't think any daughter's family can match Madam's talent."
"I admit that Ms. Yang has good attainments in poetry, but when it comes to poetry, what is so commendable about her?"
"You have forgotten so many excellent poems in Dream of Red Mansions? Have you read them?"
"..."
After someone mentioned Yang Ruoqing, several people started arguing.
Mrs. Lu Yuan's wife, Mrs. Lu, had a look of embarrassment on her face. This time, because Yang Ruoqing specifically asked to keep a low profile, her identity was not announced. Moreover, Yang Ruoqing was wearing a veil, so people passing by could not see her face clearly, but others could not. Yes, she knows.
She was naturally embarrassed to speak like this to her guest's face.
But now she didn't know what Yang Ruoqing was thinking, and she didn't dare to tell her identity directly, so she was in a dilemma.
But others didn't care, but Young Master Wan Qingchun exploded.
Yang Ruoqing was the person he admired the most, so how could he say anything wrong about her to her face.
He immediately shouted loudly: "My sister Qing can't compose poems? It's just a joke. I, my sister Qing, can compose a few poems for you on the spot."
Yang Ruoqing wanted to stop him, but she couldn't even stop him.
In an instant, many talented scholars who were talking fell silent and all turned their gazes over.
They first noticed the young master Wan Qingchun behind the crowd, and then the tall woman standing next to him.
Even though she was wearing a veil, it couldn't hide her beauty at all.
Many people who knew Wan Qingchun quickly realized that the veiled person was Yang Ruoqing, Mrs. Zhongyong Bo.
Some people still can't believe it, is this really Yang Ruoqing?
It can't be such a coincidence, right?
But then, Lu Yuan's wife Lu's words broke their inner luck.
"Mrs. Yang, it's really not my fault." Mrs. Lu said with a bitter smile.
Everyone who was talking just now became embarrassed. This was a bit of a trap.
It's okay to talk and criticize others behind their backs, but it would be too embarrassing to be heard by the real owner in person.
Some of the thin-skinned ones had a large area of red on their faces, even the base of their ears.
Being stared at by so many eyes, Yang Ruoqing was a little helpless. Luo Fengtang was busy discussing important matters with Qi Xingyun. She went out for a walk to relax and not want to reveal her identity.
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