"plum bossom……"
Seeing his sign, Gu Xu felt quite happy.
Because plum blossoms are one of the Four Gentlemen of Flowers, they have been favored by literati in past dynasties and dynasties, leaving behind many masterpieces handed down from generation to generation - just from the ancient poems that middle school students must memorize, he can think of many.
If he draws something relatively unpopular like "Peony" or "Poppy", then he will have a headache. After all, as a science dog in his previous life, he had not read many ancient poems outside of textbooks.
However, in today's situation, even if it is a plum poem, it cannot be copied casually.
It must also comply with the theme of "Proud of frost and standing of snow".
The song "Sparse shadows are slanting across the clear water, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlit dusk", which is known as "the most beautiful song of praising plum blossoms through the ages", and the very artistic song "Beside the broken bridge outside the post office" cannot be used here. .
In addition, Gu Xu can roughly guess that if everything in front of him is really a test set by "Jinghong Bi", then he must write a poem that will dazzle everyone in order to succeed in this "Hundred Flowers Poetry Society" Passing the customs in Li - at least not inferior to Lu Shiyao's poem about chanting flowers and lotus flowers.
Gu Xu was silent for a moment and gradually had an idea in his mind.
"Madam, do you have any pen and ink?" He turned to look at Mrs. Lu.
"Hundred Flowers Poetry Club" does not require guests to recite poems orally.
The poems that everyone recited just now were also recorded by servants.
However, Gu Xu was the first to propose writing poems himself.
"Is this kid trying to do something unique to attract people's attention?" Someone secretly guessed in private.
But in fact, Gu Xu's idea is very simple.
He just felt that the first time he was doing cultural communication in a different world, he had to be more serious.
"Of course." Mrs. Lu smiled.
Then she ordered the servant to hand the pen, ink, paper and inkstone to Gu Xu.
Gu Xu picked up his pen and splashed ink on the paper.
His calligraphy has delicate bones, beautiful stipples, alternating density and sparseness, and clever whitening.
Just like the symbols he painted, they are elegant and fresh, but also elegant and beautiful.
In an instant, the poem is completed.
Gu Xu handed the rice paper in front of him to the servant, and the servant showed the poem he wrote in front of everyone.
I saw it read:
"There are several plum trees in the corner,
"Ling Han drove alone.
"I know it's not snow,
"For the secret fragrance."
After seeing this poem, everyone was startled. Their previous doubts about Gu Xu disappeared without a trace, and there was even some appreciation in their eyes.
The language of this poem is simple and natural, with neither too gorgeous words nor the slightest trace of carving, but it is very picturesque, making everyone involuntarily imagine the image of white plum blossoms blooming alone in the corner.
"Madam, what do you think?" Chen Anzhi asked softly.
Mrs. Lu thought for a moment and replied: "This young man is a man of real talent and learning. In terms of poetic attainments, he has already broken away from the stage of piling up rhetoric and picking up people's wisdom, and has reached a state of returning to nature and being completely self-contained."
Chen Anzhi nodded.
When she wrote the song "Peony", she was careful in every word and sentence. She not only pursued neat rhythm, but also deliberately used many metaphors, contrasts and other rhetorical figures.
At first glance, the flowers are blooming.
But compared with Gu Xu's poem, it seems to be too craftsmanship and pales in comparison.
It's like a promiscuous woman wearing heavy makeup meets a fairy who has descended to earth without any makeup.
Lu Shiyao, who was sitting at the edge of the long table, also nodded slightly, showing appreciation in his indifferent eyes.
In her opinion, Gu Xu's poem seemed to be written simply and casually, but in fact it had an exquisite layout and arrangement, and his skills in practicing words and sentences were also extraordinary.
For example, "corner" and "Linghan"... reflect the situation that no one appreciates the plum blossoms, and also reflect their proud grace of snow and frost; the last two sentences not only depict the color of plum blossoms, but also use "remote knowledge" and "hidden knowledge". "Fragrance" shows the subtle and refreshing characteristics of plum blossom aroma.
"Well written!" With an appreciative smile on his face, Tang Hui took the lead in applauding Gu Xu.
As for Chu Fengge...he didn't know how to evaluate whether a poem was good or bad.
He just felt that this poem was catchy to read, much easier to understand and more comfortable than the poems of other people here.
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At this moment, in the corner of the wall out of sight of everyone, a plum tree quickly took root, sprouted branches and leaves, and was about to bloom.
"Jinghongbi", who has a picky taste, apparently also unknowingly agreed with Gu Xu's poetry.
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After writing this poem, Gu Xu did not stop writing immediately, but still wrote furiously on the rice paper.
The servant beside him wanted to dissuade him.
But Mrs. Lu waved her hand: "Let him continue writing!"
Soon, Gu Xu finished writing the second poem:
"I am stuck here in the ice and snow forest,
"Different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrance.
"Suddenly my hair smelled fresh all night,
"Thousands of miles of spring spread across the universe."
"This guy is really smart!"
Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Writing two excellent plum poems in a short period of time is not something that ordinary people can do.
Because this requires not only inspiration and talent, but also deep enough cultural accumulation and poetic heritage.
If the previous poem embodies the loneliness of a few plum blossoms blooming alone in a secluded corner, it is the pride of not fearing the eyes of others.
So in this poem, the white plum blossoms are blooming, the fragrance is overflowing, and the jade is clear.
"One poem stands alone in the cold and sticks to oneself; the other poem is completely different from popular customs and helps the world," Mrs. Lu sincerely praised, "It seems that this young man has great ambitions!"
Chen Anzhi beside her also admired Gu Xu.
Because the poems of many people present were limited to one garden and one house, and they all forced themselves to express sadness for the sake of writing poems, which made the table full of artificial melancholy.
There are few people like Gu Xu who can write the broad pattern of "spreading the universe thousands of miles apart".
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At this moment, all the white plum blossoms in the corner are in full bloom.
It's like snow piled on the branches.
The aroma is overflowing and refreshing.
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Gu Xu still didn't stop writing.
After a while, he wrote another poem on the rice paper in front of him:
"Wind and rain send spring home, and flying snow welcomes spring. The cliffs are already covered with hundreds of feet of ice, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches.
"Quiet doesn't fight for spring, she only repays it when it comes. When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she smiles in the bushes."
Although this is a poem, it does not conform to the current rules of Baihua Poetry Society;
But when they saw the content on the paper, everyone was impressed by it and sighed at themselves.
Today, in a matter of seconds, Gu Xu wrote three masterpieces of plum blossoms under the title "Proud of Snow and Lingshuang", which gradually became more and more heroic and passionate in emotion.
Everyone obviously didn't expect that in this poem, the delicate and frail flowers could be shown to be so powerful and high-spirited.
"Today's 'Hundred Flowers Poetry Society', this person should win the first place!" They all thought in unison.
