"Yes~"
Tang Sufan waved his hand and took a few steps to the side. He raised his chin slightly and looked at the sky with a calm expression. His voice sounded distant and high-pitched: "Thousands of birds will fly away! Thousands of people will disappear!"
Then he took a swaying step forward, with a hint of loneliness and helplessness on his face: "A man with a coir raincoat in a boat...fishing alone...cold! River! Snow!"
"Okay! Okay! Okay!"
"What a man fishing in Hanjiang Snow alone!"
"The mountains and rivers are lonely, the desolate cold land, this poem should be written as a winter quatrain!"
Everyone cheered together, this was another quatrain, which shocked everyone's hearts.
Although he is a young man, he has such literary talents. Could it be that he is a child prodigy who grows up?
Tang Sufan casually glanced at the cheers in the garden, took a sip of wine to cheer him up, and then waved his hand: "Next question!"
Then, the host just gave the next question.
Tang Sufan imitated what a poet should look like in his mind, speaking in perfect sentences and quatrains frequently!
"How about Dai Zongfu...~Look at all the mountains and small mountains~"
"………Nung, moon and new moon!"
"The pale moon and sparse stars surround Jianzhang, and the fairy wind blows down the incense from the royal furnace... The courtiers stand in the Tongming Hall, and a red cloud holds the Jade Emperor!"
"Hahaha~ Come on, come on...next question!"
"...The public has searched for him thousands of times...that person is only in dimly lit places..."
"The beacon light shines on Xijing, and I feel uneasy. Yazhang resigned from Fengque... I would rather be a centurion. Better than a scholar!"
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After half an hour, Tang Sufan's face was flushed, but he was as bold as the wind, attracting the beautiful eyes of all the ladies in the surrounding pavilion...
Tang Sufan waved his hand with unfinished meaning: "Come on, come on, next question! Just come out~"
Standing on the red ring, my steps were already swaying a bit, and I chuckled lightly from time to time, taking a sip of wine, looking very informal and free and uninhibited~
He is not the producer of quatrains, but the porter of quatrains~
Everyone in Qinghe Garden has already been paralyzed by these quatrains, as if the Qinghe Poetry Club has become Tang Sufan's personal show stage.
The talented people sitting next to the red ring have long been speechless, and they only hope that this bullshit poem will end soon.
Sitting here and pretending to be a genius is a bit embarrassing compared to Tang Sufan on the red ring~
Yin Qiaoer, who was sitting not far away, looked at Tang Sufan who was writing poems wantonly on the stage. His starry eyes were filled with joy, pride, but also a bit of loneliness and sadness...
And in the pavilion in the distance, Li Lirou, hidden in the crowd, looked at Tang Sufan who looked like a poet in the center with starry eyes, her thoughts were hard to describe~
Not only her, but also many famous ladies in Qinghe Garden have brilliant eyes, and the figure of the young man who is as ethereal as an immortal is completely carved in their hearts...
Until the end, Kong Yingda brushed his beard with a smile on his face and said: "Tang Xiaolang, there is no title~"
Today is simply a poetry and prose event~
Every piece written by Tang Sufan can be called a quatrain.
In the future, I am afraid that the Qinghe Garden Poetry Contest organized by Kong Yingda today will be recorded in the history books...
Only then did Tang Sufan put away his boldness and dissoluteness. He looked at the reactions of the audience below and in the surrounding pavilions, and sighed in his heart, "Oh, I have nowhere to put my charm~"
Tang Jian looked at Tang Sufan on the red ring: "Hahaha, I'm afraid that after today, Tang Xiaolang will be the little poetry fairy of Chang'an! He will be famous for his talents and become a role model for countless literati!"
Tang Sufan blushed slightly and replied coolly: "The old gentleman is ridiculously complimentary. A young man can't be considered a scholar. He only has a few poems, so he can't be considered a talent."
Kong Yingda smiled and nodded. He is young but neither arrogant nor impetuous. He has outstanding literary talent but has a detached mind. This boy is extraordinary!
Tang Jian said with a smile: "Tang Xiaolang, please don't be humble. If you can't be considered a scholar, then who can be considered a scholar?"
Tang Sufan raised his eyebrows and decided to pretend to be big~
"Old sir, in my eyes, I think I am far from reaching the level of a true scholar..."
Kong Yingda became interested and didn't know why Tang Sufan resisted the name of a scholar.
"Oh? Then Tang Xiaolang, tell me, what does it mean to be a true scholar?"
Tang Sufan looked serious and said to the crowd with great momentum: "A true scholar should establish his mind for the heaven and earth, establish his destiny for the people, inherit his unique knowledge for the saints, and create peace for all generations!!! But I am far from enough~"
Speaking of literati, Tang Sufan naturally mentioned four sentences from Ganqu.
Sure enough, as soon as this sentence came out, Kong Yingda and the other five people before the competition all felt a thunder explode in their minds, as if through the layers of clouds, they saw the concrete answer they wanted to know all their lives...
The five people were stunned, their old eyes gleaming at any time.
The oldest Confucian Wang Ji stood up suddenly, his face flushed, his expression trembling, and he shouted: "Okay!!!"
The rest of the people stood up, and they were shocked beyond words!
Only old people like them, who are accustomed to seeing the ups and downs of the world and pursuing fame and fortune, understand the true meaning of this sentence!
No matter how talented several people are, there is only one word "good" to describe my current mood, and I can't think of any other words...
Kong Yingda also said excitedly: "Okay, okay, Tang Xiaolang, this sentence can be called a world-awakening quote! Wenhai truth!"
Tang Jian quickly tilted his head and said to Kong Yingda excitedly: "Old Kong, these words will never live in the world. I think you can carve these words in front of the Hongwen Hall!"
Everyone who heard this was shocked. A young man's words could actually be engraved in the Hongwen Hall, which was the highest place for literary talents in the imperial court!
Kong Yingda asked: "Tang Xiaolang, what do you think!?"
"If this statement can be of use, let Mr. Kong arrange it."
Kong Yingda nodded with a smile on his face: "Okay, okay, I will advise His Majesty tomorrow and engrave this sentence on the plaque on the door of Hongwen Hall to show the character of the scholar!"
Tang Jian said: "Now it seems that, needless to say, it is Tang Xiaolang who takes the top spot in today's poetry competition~"
Another old man beside him echoed: "That's right~"
Kong Yingda announced directly: "Well, today I will announce that the winner of this Qinghe Garden Poetry Competition is Tang Xiaolang~"
At this point, the first place in the Qinghe Garden Poetry Club was taken away by Tang Sufan.
Many talented people also had to sigh, but they were helpless. After all, they didn’t have the strength to compete with others~
Even Song Yingcai could only hold back his face while blushing and being speechless. He acted as a stepping stone for others and suffered a loss of blood~
At this point, the attention-grabbing Qinghe Garden Poetry Society came to an end.
Kong Yingda said a few words casually, and then asked everyone to leave and go to Qinghe Garden to enjoy whatever they wanted...
Before everyone dispersed, Tang Sufan had just stepped off the red ring when Tang Jian and several old men came over.
Tang Jian said: "Little friend Tang, you can't keep that wine for yourself. Why don't we taste the wine together later? Let's chat together?"
Many people around him who heard this sentence glanced at Tang Sufan with envy. Being able to have wine at the same table with these five people is what many people dream of~
But Kong Yingda joked: "That's not possible. This is the wine that Tang Xiaolang gave me. I still want to keep it and drink it alone~"
The four old men suddenly laughed and cursed~
