Lu Shiju responded: "Now I realize that my body is trapped in flesh and blood, but my thoughts can go further. Just now I gave Qin Tower to the sun..."
Tantai Wenwang helped Lu Shiju walk a few steps. Lu Shiju raised his hand and said, "Brother Tantai, it's okay, it's okay. It's time to get over."
Lu Shiju walked up to Fu Xie and suddenly knelt down, "Brother Xie, please accept my knee! What are the last two sentences!"
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In the room, Lady Huayin Mudan was reading the poems of the young master. As a famous actor in Qin House, this kind of thing was already commonplace for her.
As the supervisor of the poetry competition this time, he was entrusted by Chen Douzhi, and Chen Douzhi would naturally do this to appease the young masters and prevent them from causing trouble outside fighting for a post.
The peonies pass by one by one, there is no so-called reading, this poem and so on, I will become tired and bored after reading too much, not to mention it is just a formality.
There were two poems that made Peony pause a little. After taking a second look, they put them aside. It seemed that these two poems were already candidates for the top spot.
He'er asked: "Miss, are these two poems well written?"
Mudan chuckled and said, "I didn't expect that there would be some truly talented people among these young masters." She had read thousands of poems, which was already a compliment, and these two poems were obviously more than the others.
As she spoke, Peony read two more poems at a glance. When she saw the last one, she became attentive and looked at the paper without saying a word for a long time.
At this time, Chen Qinglan passed by the door, but did not come in. She just stood at the door and said hello: "Mudan, I'm going out."
Chen Qinglan was about to leave after saying this, but Mudan waved and said: "Sister Qinglan, there is a poem here. Come over and help me read it."
Chen Qinglan walked in and asked curiously: "Is there any masterpiece that makes it difficult for you to choose?"
Peony smiled and said, "You should read this poem first before talking."
Chen Qinglan was about to take over the reading, but Peony retracted her hand in a cowardly manner and said instead: "You'd better read these two poems first. These three poems make it difficult for me to decide who is the top one."
Chen Qinglan smiled and said: "It's strange that these unlearned young men can stump you."
Chen Qinglan read these two poems carefully, but did not spend too much time. One can listen to dozens of such poems at a poetry recitation party. He said lightly: "Let me take a look at the third poem."
Mudan smiled and said: "Sister Qinglan, how about you tell me these two poems first?"
Chen Qinglan replied with two words: "It's rare."
Mudan smiled and said: "That's good?"
Chen Qinglan smiled and said: "How can it be bad to choose a tall one among the short ones?"
Peony asked: "What's so good about it?"
Chen Qinglan said calmly: "The words are gorgeous, the contrasts are neat, the selection is elegant, and every word is a scene and an image."
Mudan smiled and asked again: "Sister Qinglan, in your opinion, can these two poems be rated as excellent works?"
Chen Qinglan was curious. She didn't know why Mudan asked. Didn't you know if it was a masterpiece? She smiled lightly and said, "Mudan, what do you mean?"
Mudan smiled and said, "I just want to hear Sister Qinglan's opinion."
Chen Qinglan smiled and said: "In normal times, these two poems can be regarded as average works, but if they are written by those young masters, they can be rated as average."
Mudan said "Oh", "Sister Qinglan, after so many compliments, it is considered a masterpiece."
Chen Qinglan smiled and said: "There are many advantages, but there are also many shortcomings. First, the rhetoric is gorgeous but too packed. Second, every word is a scene with imagery but no conception. Third, although the old woman can understand it, there is no aftertaste. There is this If it has three shortcomings, it will definitely not be called a masterpiece.”
Mudan chuckled and said, "It seems that Sister Qinglan's requirements are quite high. Fortunately, you won't be the supervisor of tonight's poetry competition, otherwise this title would be empty."
Chen Qinglan said with a smile: "A good poem depends not only on the author's talent, but also on the author's vision and mind. If it is based on the above, it will be in the middle. If it is in the middle, it will be in the bottom. There is no deep determination and big picture. , How can one write a good piece of music? These require profound life experience and lofty ambitions. To write a good piece of music, it will be difficult for those young masters."
Mudan smiled and said: "I understand, I understand. Why don't you, Sister Qinglan, compose a masterpiece now so that I can understand it more thoroughly."
But Chen Qinglan said: "I am good at criticizing poetry, but I only try to learn from others. I can't produce good works even if I get the best of them."
Peony sighed: "It seems that tonight's poetry competition has disappointed you and me."
"It's a surprise but also a disappointment that these gentlemen can reach such a level." Chen Qinglan said with a smile: "Besides, there is a third song."
Mudan said softly: "I'm afraid I'll disappoint you, Sister Qinglan."
"Whether I'm disappointed or not, I'll tell you after watching it."
Peony handed over the third poem, with a weird smile on her lips. Chen Qinglan read the first two sentences: "The black sky reflects the neon clothes building, and the light clothes are scented." After that, she looked at Peony in surprise.
Peony giggled and asked, "Do you have any imagination?"
Chen Qinglan responded: "Yes!"
Peony asked again: "Is there any artistic conception?"
This time Chen Qinglan did not answer immediately. He murmured and read. The first time he read it, it seemed like an old woman could understand it. The Qin Tower under the dark night was brightly lit, and the laughter inside the building was beautiful. The second time he read it, there was something out of the ordinary. When he read it, it seemed like there was something outside the scene. Scenery, and this scene is so elusive for a moment, it seems irrational and reasonable, shapeless and shapeful...
"Sister Qinglan." Peony urged, and Chen Qinglan came back to her senses and responded: "It's tasty and chewy, but it's just..." She said but fell silent, falling into the taste again, there was a kind of speech Inexpressible feelings.
Mudan smiled and said: "When I read these first two sentences, I am as puzzled as you are, Sister Qinglan. The four words "The Shadow of the Dark Night" make me rack my brains, like solving a riddle. If there are only these two sentences, I was afraid that my head would be broken, but fortunately the last two sentences solved the mystery."
When Chen Qinglan heard this, he hurriedly read the next two sentences: "It's not like the Immortal Lord Yun Chanbu, Ling Xiao's straight climb is unparalleled."
After Chen Qinglan finished reading, he exclaimed "Ah!" and said with emotion: "What an Immortal Lord Yun Chanbu, what an unparalleled one. He is both immortal and human. Standing in the humble place of Qin Tower, his eyes are everywhere." And it is heaven and earth.”
Mudan was emotionally affected when she heard Chen Qinglan's praise, and said with emotion: "Sister Qinglan, how do you like this poem?"
Chen Qinglan said directly: "The meaning is not revealed, the layout is charming and majestic, it is a rare masterpiece."
Mudan smiled and said: "I was immediately moved when I first read this poem. The more I read it, the more I was shocked. When did such a person appear among these young masters? This poem is probably a stroke of genius if it is placed on a famous person. "
Chen Qinglan said in a deep voice: "What a Shu Wushuang. This mediocre place in Qin Tower is not a Shu Wushuang. It is a place for ordinary people to have fun. How can it attract the Immortal Lord to come in person? But it is a high praise. Excessive praise makes people feel regretful. Unparalleled..." Chen Qinglan said and started chewing slowly.
After a while, Chen Qinglan suddenly came back to his senses and said with a smile: "I'm afraid you and I are too shallow to truly understand the author's true feelings."
