Sure enough, Zhang Tianju stood up at this moment, which immediately caused everyone in the venue to applaud.
They all know Zhang Tianju's name and seem to admire him a lot. At this moment, they are all looking at each other expectantly. Even the people a few floors downstairs heard that Zhang Tianju was going to write the lyrics. At this moment, they all stood up and looked up. Come.
At this moment, Zhang Tianju also raised his hands towards the surroundings and walked in front of Yi Xuesheng. He looked thoughtful at this moment. After a moment, he raised his head slightly and spoke.
"The golden breeze cools the moonlit night, and the coolness of the jade dew reflects this feeling. The city is fragrant with osmanthus, and the moon is full of light in all directions."
"The princes and grandsons are with their rich family, drinking wine and listening to the musical instrument. There are hundreds of thousands of red lights, and there are numerous feasts."
The song "Bodhisattva Man" suddenly appeared, and as Zhang Tianju finished speaking all this and started writing the ink, everyone in the audience immediately exclaimed, and saw that there was also a surge of literary energy in front of Zhang Tianju, who looked similar to Yi Xuesheng's poem just now didn't show off too much.
And some people are now appreciating the poetry in it, and feel that the rhetoric is even more gorgeous.
If Yi Xuesheng's poem just now combined his student life with the Mid-Autumn Festival's provincial examination, then Zhang Tianju's poem now completely depicts today's grand scene.
Golden breeze, jade dew, red lamp feast, from those few words, it seems that we can already get a glimpse of the prosperity of Yuzhang City on this day.
"Okay, this is really a good poem, almost comparable to Prince Teng's Pavilion!"
"Yes, it reads so beautifully. Only a talented person like Mr. Zhang can write such poetry!"
Many people in the scene followed up with praises, with a look of admiration on their faces, and they kept talking. In just a moment, someone copied the poem and spread it far away.
"Haha, it is indeed a good song, not bad!"
At this time, Fang Mingyuan in the field also started laughing, holding his beard in admiration.
When Zhang Tianju saw that the governor recognized him very much, he unconsciously had a smile on his face, and he bowed his hands to everyone around him quite humbly.
As Zhang Tianju also joined the poetry meeting, the atmosphere of the poetry meeting that shook the attic suddenly became more lively. Many talented people upstairs and downstairs began to recite poems and write poems. In just a moment, unexpectedly, He also wrote a lot of talented poems.
The situation in this scene was even worse. Several adults also came out in person and composed a few poems at the same time, which attracted everyone's applause.
Song Mu was still eating and smiled knowingly when he saw this scene.
But at this moment, another person in the scene stood up, came to the attic, and raised his hands to everyone.
"Seeing how enthusiastic everyone is, I feel a little excited. I will write a poem for everyone."
The person who spoke was Ren Yuanyu, who was second in the provincial examination this time. A thin man of medium height, he raised his hands to everyone and said. Everyone who heard his words also stopped quickly, and most of them had a look on their faces. Look of interest.
After all, this was the second person to compose the poem, and everyone immediately had high expectations. At this moment, all eyes were focused on him.
Ren Yuanyu seemed to be enjoying everyone's attention. He waved his sleeves and paused for a moment before speaking slowly.
"When the sun sets over the river, the bright moon shines in the shadows. I smell the fragrance and remember it before I go up to the stage."
"Ask me while drinking wine about the fullness of the moon, and you will know that today I will be with you."
Another seven-character quatrain.
Unlike Yi Xuesheng's previous poems, this poem is mostly about longing. The emotions of homesickness and longing for others are mixed in it, so that anyone can taste some flavor from this poem.
At this moment, everyone was savoring it carefully, and after a while, they also applauded one after another. Fang Mingyuan and others also nodded slightly, thinking that this poem was really good, and it was worthy of the second place poem.
Ren Yuanyu, who had been praised by everyone, had a bit of joy on his face and raised his hands to all around, but at the moment he looked slightly sideways.
Song Mu, who was quietly reaching out to take the snacks from the table next door, suddenly noticed that the other party was looking at him. At this moment, he quickly sat upright, but saw Ren Yuanyu smiling and cupping his hands towards Song Mu.
"Brother Song, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, why don't you write poems and lyrics with us?"
After Ren Yuanyu said this, everyone around him immediately heard that there was a character like Xie Yuanlang in the scene.
So immediately the student said encouragingly.
"Yes, Jie Yuanlang, please write a poem with us too!"
"Yes, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, Xie Yuanlang's poetry is so talented, let us open our eyes."
Suddenly, many voices sounded throughout the building, making Song Mu, who was sipping tea, stunned.
But looking at it at this moment, not only the students were looking at Song Mu, but Fang Mingyuan and others were also looking at Song Mu, with somewhat different looks on their faces.
Song Mu knew that there was no way he could run away.
Song Mu immediately grinned, stood up quickly, cupped his hands around, and then spoke.
"You have all written some good poems today, and Song Mu admires them so much that it's hard to refuse your kindness."
"Then Song Mu will write a poem."
Song Mu said this and walked out immediately. He looked at everyone, then thought for a moment, and then said directly.
"The dusk clouds are all gone and overflowing with coldness, the silver man turns the jade plate silently"
"This night in this life will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?"
Su Shi's "Mid-Autumn Moon" was slowly spoken from Song Mu's mouth at this moment, and Juren could already mobilize his literary energy to use his words and swords, so the next moment, literary energy rose from Song Mu's body,
Everyone in the venue immediately applauded when they saw this scene, and they were very enthusiastic about this situation. However, the talented scholar Ji Wei next to him was a little stunned when he saw Song Mu's situation.
Because they can all feel that although Song Mu's poem expresses the meaning of cherishing this night. But in fact, the surge of literary energy is not powerful.
At least not as elegant as they thought.
Most of the people came to this poetry meeting with drafts in mind, so the poems were naturally quite satisfactory. This poem by Song Mu cannot be said to be very good, but only above average.
If it was an ordinary move, it would probably be praised by everyone, but Song Mu was Jieyuan after all.
So the people next to him frowned, especially Ren Yuanyu, who had just named Song Mu. The look on his face was actually a bit of surprise.
Song Mu noticed something was wrong, and at this time, Ren Yuanyu spoke again.
"Brother Song's poem is very good, but Ren feels that Brother Song is a bit clumsy today."
"Brother Song, Ren is bold, but he wants to ask Brother Song to make another song."
As he said this, there were people shouting around him. Fang Mingyuan next to him seemed to have noticed something going on here, but he didn't say anything at the moment and just looked at Song Mu.
Song Mu took two deep breaths and was about to refuse, but Ren Yuanyu spoke again.
"I heard that Brother Song is proficient in composing lyrics. It's not as good as today when he just completes a poem with one word. This is considered the ultimate perfection."
Ren Yuanyu was smiling, but Song Mu knew that he had some other emotions.
This Ren Yuan Yu may also be a proud man who relies on his talents. Thinking that he has to understand Yuan, he is probably a little unhappy, so he takes advantage of this occasion to put some pressure on himself.
However, Song Mu didn't care and was about to politely refuse.
And then a voice came.
"Song Mu, don't be nervous. Today's poetry meeting naturally emphasizes spontaneity."
The one who spoke was Fang Mingyuan, who was also looking at Song Mu at the moment. The faces of everyone around him were a little excited. Only Ren Yuanyu's face was a little nervous, but it soon returned to normal.
Song Mu also nodded immediately, but it did not end there and turned around.
In front of me, the full moon has risen to its highest point in the sky. At this moment, a ray of moonlight passes through the eaves, crosses the window panes, and hits the attic.
Tranquility and enthusiasm clashed fiercely here, and Song Mu stood in the middle.
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