"Since you say I'm a waste, do you dare to make a bet with me?"
"Hey, what kind of bet do you want to make?"
Liu Mo's face darkened, "I'll bet you what I said just now, I, Liu Mo, will definitely become the leader of the poetry club today."
"You, the loser who can't even pass the exam? Boss!"
Feng Xueqian was the first to laugh. The yamen joined in, followed by the surrounding tourists and countless other tourists. This sudden frolic spread like a hurricane until the entire poetry society began to shake.
"Just asking if you dare!" Liu Mo shouted sharply.
"Okay, what's the bet?" Feng Xueqian raised his voice.
Liu Mo sneered, "The loser will have to give four thousand taels of silver and kneel down and kowtow in public to admit his mistake." Liu Mo said, "Mr. Feng, do you dare or not?"
"Four thousand taels of silver? Kowtow and admit your mistake? Young Master, I have plenty of silver, and that's not enough." Feng Xueqian smiled, "If you lose, I don't want the silver. I want you to cut off your arms, and you will never be able to do anything again from now on." Pick up the pen and write!”
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.
The officer who was maintaining order didn't want the matter to get into trouble, so he said, "Master Feng, this is a poetry gathering. There's no need to cut off your hand, right?"
Feng Xueqian ignored him and asked viciously: "Humph, you loser named Liu, do you dare or not?"
Liu Mo grinned, "I'm afraid you won't succeed, so come on!"
Lin Shiqi tugged on Liu Mo's clothes to signal him not to be impulsive.
"It's okay!" Liu Mo comforted Lin Shiqi.
I have memorized so many poems by the great poet Li Bai on earth, just wait until you kneel down and kowtow!
Liu Mo cleared his throat, then held Lin Shiqi's shoulders.
"Shiqi, today I will compose a poem specifically for you."
When Lin Shiqi heard this, she was stunned.
Want to compose a poem for me?
Liu Mo closed his eyes and pretended to be deep in thought.
"Read it, why don't you read it quickly." Feng Xueqian said with a smile, "I want to see what kind of bullshit poem you can make."
Liu Mo ignored it and deliberately delayed time.
This move made Lin Shiqi a little nervous.
"Read it quickly, read it quickly!" The onlookers also started to cheer.
At this moment, Liu Mo suddenly opened his eyes, faced Lin Shiqi, and said lovingly:
[The clouds think of the clothes, the flowers think of the face, and the spring breeze blows the threshold and the dew is thick.
If we hadn't seen him at the top of Qunyu Mountain, he would have met at Yaotai under the moon. 】
As soon as this poem came out, everyone fell silent.
Everyone here is a person with profound literary skills. Just hearing this, they have already noticed the ethereal, grand and distant artistic conception of this poem.
You know, this is a poem of praise written by the great poet Li Bai to Yang Guifei.
Writing (Peony) and Lin Shiqi (here, of course, alluding to his wife) together, the flower is the person and the person is the flower, blending the human face with the flower.
Such an unparalleled beauty can probably only be seen in the fairyland of heaven. It is either the fluttering fairy seen on the top of the jade mountain, or the goddess illuminated by the moonlight in front of the Yaotai Palace.
Yushan, Yaotai, and moonlight are words with light colors that set off the face of a flower, making people naturally think of a person like white jade, and also like a warm white peony flower.
In such an atmosphere, a scholar subconsciously picked up a pen and paper and silently wrote down poems.
I forgot about it in the middle and couldn't help but asked: "Mr. Liu, can you say it again?"
"Of course you can."
Liu Mo cleared his throat and read out the poem he just wrote for Lin Shiqi again.
Lin Shiqi bit her lower lip gently and listened quietly. She was already moved to the point of bursting into tears. Her eyes were moist, but they were tears of happiness.
"In my opinion, the best poem tonight is this one."
"Just a few sentences, it is the atmosphere of the fairy palace that makes people feel relaxed and happy, a good poem, a good poem."
All the literati praised him one after another, which made Feng Xue Qian blush.
Liu Mo looked at him sideways and said, "Master Feng, how do you do?"
"You..." Feng Xueqian suppressed his blush, "Did you write this poem?"
"if not?"
"No, no, you plagiarized it." Feng Xueqian's eyes lit up, "Yes, yes, yes, you must have plagiarized it! You are a waste, you can't even pass the exam for a scholar, how can you create such a masterpiece?
Come on, arrest this person quickly. "
Plagiarism is abhorrent in the Poetry Club, and if one is found guilty of such behavior, one will be imprisoned.
This poem was indeed not written by Liu Mo, but Li Bai, the greatest poet on earth, was unknown to anyone throughout the Great Xia Dynasty and was not at all panicked.
Liu Mo snorted, "Then, Master Feng, who did I plagiarize from, and when was this poem written?"
Feng Xue Qian was speechless and could not speak for a long time.
However, at this time, an old man stroked his beard and said. "Mr. Liu, although your poem is a masterpiece, it cannot be regarded as a leader."
Liu Mo looked back and saw that this man's gray temples had turned gray with the weathering of time. He was wearing a long robe and exuded a scholarly atmosphere.
The scholars around him bowed and saluted. Tan Guangyan said, "The head of Jiangyuan Academy, the largest academy in Linyang City, is also the judge of this poetry competition."
"Hello, Mr. Qin." Liu Mo saluted immediately, "I would like to ask for advice."
"I don't dare to give advice, I am just commenting as a judge." Tan Guangyan said: "Tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the poems written in the poetry meeting should also be titled Mid-Autumn Festival and moon appreciation. Although Liu Gongzi's poems are good, they deviate from the Mid-Autumn Festival. question."
At this time, someone shouted: "Yeah, yeah, I'm off topic!"
Liu Mo knew that Mr. Tan did not mean to make things difficult, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was just a reminder.
He bowed again and said immediately: "Then I will make another song."
After hearing this, everyone focused their attention on Liu Mo.
Liu Mo closed his eyes and thought.
The entire poetry meeting fell silent.
After a long time, Liu Mo opened his mouth and read:
【When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine.
I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky.
I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places.
...
People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times.
Nung, moon and new moon. 】
At this time, Liu Mo was reciting Su Dongpo's "Shui Tiao Song Tou·When will the bright moon" seriously according to the rhythm. Although the recitation was not fast, it fit the artistic conception of the words and sentences in one go.
Such a poem that showed everyone's enthusiasm immediately made Tan Guangyan open his mouth. There were very few people in the Great Xia Dynasty who could achieve such an artistic conception in poetry.
"... I hope that we will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart." Tan Guangyan murmured the last sentence, looked at everyone, and kept nodding slightly. After a long while, he sighed.
"What a good word..."
At this time, some people in the garden poetry party looked at each other, some murmured and repeated words, and they were extremely quiet.
"The qualifications of a leader, the qualifications of a leader!" Tan Guangyan said loudly immediately.
Saying that, he quickly ordered his students: "Quick, copy it down quickly, I want to take it and circulate it, hurry up!"
"Ha..." Liu Mo secretly rejoiced, "Master Feng, what do you think?"
