Soon a boatman responded, and the boatman loudly said: "Master Li wrote a poem."
After a pause, the boatman shouted loudly:
"The rain has begun to clear after pouring fire. The grass is green. Weeping willows beside the eaves sell spring cakes. Painted boats carry flowers to explain the language, and the swallows chant the Luan."
The flute and drum enter Xiling. A light gloom. The car and Luo Gai race back to the city. There is no one in Shui Chuang calling for wine, and the moon is born at the end of the month. "
The boatman finished reciting, and someone on the huge ship repeated it word for word.
Liu Gongzi and others clapped their hands and applauded: "This sentence is elegant and elegant, and it goes straight to the heart! The rain has just cleared, the grass is clear, the world is vivid, the boat is filled with flowers, and the swallows are chanting. This sentence is very wonderful, and there is no water window." When people call for wine and the moon is born, it's wonderful! Wonderful! It's indescribable. Only by tasting it carefully can you play with it over and over again. It's like a beautiful jade."
Zhu Hongni stood on tiptoe and looked at the boat. She could vaguely see a man with a round collar and big sleeves wearing a white muslin t-shirt.
"I know who he is!" the girl said with a smile, "He is Li Pengyin, the second son of the Li family. He is good at euphemistic words. He is also sentimental and quite handsome. He has always been called one of the four young masters of Wanshui. He is also known as Zhou Yue, the famous prostitute on the boat He and Jiang Yitao, a famous prostitute in Yanchung Pavilion, once competed for him and were jealous, and the whole city knew about it."
Mr. Liu smiled and said: "Since it is Li Erlang's poem, I guess it will rank high in this poetry competition."
Wanshui often holds poetry gatherings, but the rewards were small before, mostly to entertain tourists. This time it is different. Although there is a lot of money, it is far less than the rewarded boat. You must know that the standard equipment of the famous families in Wanshui City is in Wanshui City. Shui owns his own boat.
The boatman of the huge ship shouted loudly: "This poem has been appreciated by six poets."
"Six people?" Liu Gongzi said in surprise, "There are fewer people than I expected."
"There are already too many. All the poems invited by the Poetry Club are famous people in the Sui Dynasty. If Li Erlang can be appreciated by six people, his reputation has spread, and this poem will also be widely known."
"A few days ago, Li Erlang composed a song for Jiang Yitao, which was widely sung in Yanchung Pavilion. Now there are good lyrics at the poetry festival. Li Erlang has firmly established himself as one of the four great masters of Wanshui."
These false reputations can obviously bring benefits. Every year, young talents in Wanshui City compete for the false reputation of the Four Young Masters. Just like Li Pengyin, as one of the Four Young Masters, composing a song and lyrics will not only gain the favor of beautiful ladies. , if the lyrics become popular, Yanchunge will have to pay him additional silver.
Another boatman was beating gongs and drums, and the boatman was reciting a poem loudly.
It's just that this poem is crooked. Not to mention the poets on the giant ship, ordinary onlookers are also shaking their heads.
An hour passed.
There are countless painted boats on Wanshui, but only one poem by Li Pengyin has the upper hand. It has been appreciated by six famous poets and no one can shake it.
Mr. Liu suddenly sighed: "Is it possible that Li Erlang's poems are the best in tonight's poetry competition? In such a densely packed painting boat, no one has presented a better poem for an hour! Alas, I still remember last year's poetry competition, there were endless wonderful poems , there are good words one after another, which is a feast for the eyes."
"Mr. Liu, don't be anxious. There are two hours of poetry tonight, and there is only one hour left."
The words have not yet finished.
Beat the gongs and drums urgently.
They were far apart and couldn't hear clearly the content of the poem.
A little later.
The people on the giant ship repeated loudly:
"There is a feast in the brocade, and the orchids are beautiful in the early years.
The colors are scattered far away from the ground, and the bright light is far away in the sky.
The stars are falling when the Han Dynasty is suspected, and the moon is hanging by the building.
Don't have a daughter's smile, come and reflect in front of the nine branches. "
Mr. Liu listened carefully, fell silent for a moment, and then shouted loudly: "What a poem, what a poem! A banquet is used as a metaphor for a poetry meeting, where the whole house is full of friends and people are laughing. Wonderful! Wonderful! It is indeed an extremely rare masterpiece."
The Kaifang Banquet is a custom in the Northern Sui Dynasty. The male host of the family sets up a special banquet and only invites the female host to the banquet. The couple enjoys it happily, changing glasses and changing glasses. Later, as the folk customs opened up, the scale of the Kaifang Banquet gradually expanded. Not only was it fun with the hostess, but also good friends were invited to the banquet. The friends had to bring their wives, and the families drank and ate together to get closer.
The Kaifang Banquet of the Northern Sui Dynasty was much more improved than that of the previous dynasties. It was held twice a year, one during the spring outing and the second after the autumn harvest.
The Poetry Club does not limit the material of poems, but whether it was inspired by the scene or the competition among many talented people, most of the poems were about the lantern festival.
When Shen Li heard this poem, he clapped his hands and said, "This poem is wonderful. It should be appreciated by everyone more than Li Erlang."
The poem says that the brilliant colors of the lights are like dividing the earth, and countless lights are dotting the sky far away. These lights are like stars falling from the Milky Way. The lights hanging high on the floors of the giant ship are like the bright moon, and the smiles of beautiful women are dazzling. Under the bright lights, the beauty is unreal.
Sure enough, this poem was appreciated by a total of twelve poets, surpassing Li Erlang's graceful poem in one fell swoop.
Mr. Liu asked around: "Whose talented person wrote such a good poem? Have you heard the news?"
People on the surrounding boats were all asking.
Two quarters of an hour later, someone shouted: "I'm not from Wanshui, I'm a tourist passing by from other places."
"I think this person will win the first place in tonight's poetry competition."
"Is it true that there is no talented person in Wanshui City who can surpass him?"
"The material of this poem is excellent, and the artistic conception is extraordinary. Perhaps no one of the talented people here can write a poem comparable to it."
Zhu Hongni stood next to Shen Li and asked softly: "Why don't you compose a poem too? Whether it will achieve good results is another matter. You can entertain your body and mind through the poetry party."
Shen Li smiled and shook his head: "There is some ink in my stomach, but we are all passers-by, why should we fight for the boat..."
She immediately stared at the young man and asked, "Do you already have some good poems and lyrics?"
Speaking of which, perhaps because of the atmosphere of the Wanshui Poetry Club, Shen Li immediately wanted to sing a poem.
Since there is no limit to the material and you can use it at will, then you can pull out an eternally famous poem from your belly and ask everyone in Wanshui to listen carefully to see what kind of poem can be famous for centuries and last forever.
Zhu Hongni smiled and said: "You want to go to Jixia Academy, but you don't have any real ability. Even if I give you a letter of recommendation, I'm afraid you won't be able to make it, so it's better not to go."
"How to stimulate generals?" Shen Li asked.
"It's just a way to provoke the generals. Let's see if you fall into the trap."
"Haha...bring me a pen."
The young man was in high spirits and shouted loudly.
Mr. Liu and others all looked at him and asked with a smile: "Mr. Shen is here in Shixing?"
Shen Li smiled and said: "It's a beautiful time, but if I don't write a poem, my hands will always feel itchy."
"Haha... I'll wait and see!" Mr. Liu didn't say any unnecessary compliments. Seeing that Shen Li was young, he was worried that if he flattered her too much, he would be nervous and forget to write down the draft.
Pens, ink, paper and inkstones are all ready.
Zhu Hongni stared at Shen Li holding a pen and meditating.
I don’t know whether it was the poetry meeting that was coming to an end, or whether it was Zhuyu who was in front, arousing everyone’s interest in poetry, and the sound of gongs and drums resounded throughout Wanshui for a while.
Under the attentive gaze of Zhu Hongni, Mr. Liu and others, the young man slowly started writing.
Under the guidance of Mr. Jingjie, his handwriting is extremely regular and strict, but the details are unrestrained and sharp, like a swordsman who pursues killing power wholeheartedly.
Zhu Hongni murmured: "The cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night, the showers are beginning to stop."
Shen Li stopped writing and frowned, seeming to be deeply immersed in the artistic conception of the poem and unable to extricate himself.
Immediately, I put pen to paper and the next sentence was completed in one go.
Liu Gongzi read: "There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent. Where I miss you, the orchid boat urges me to leave. I hold my hands and look at the tears in my eyes, but I am speechless and choked. The thought goes away, thousands of miles of smoke, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast."
The young man didn't know what he was thinking of right now. He sighed heavily and looked up at the full moon in the night sky. It was as if this scene aroused sad things in his memory that he didn't want to think about.
After getting wet with ink, he continued to write, writing quickly and wildly, as if a swordsman had reached the extreme in his pursuit of killing power. No sword in his hand was better than a sword in his hand. Every move could destroy the world.
The girl in the painting boat looked at the fresh words and took a deep breath, as if remembering that summer, she secretly ran to the river without telling her family, and a handsome scholar leaned on the willow tree on the bank. His profile was like a gust of wind, blowing It entered her heart and disturbed her girlish sadness: "Sentiment has been hurt by separation since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival! Where can I wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn breeze and waning moon..."
"The willow bank, the dawn wind and the waning moon." Zhu Hongni looked at the young man and murmured to herself.
Mr. Liu opens his mouth. This poem can be called a high mountain in the graceful style of poetry. If Mr. Shen completes the poem and ends it successfully, he will definitely win the first place in the Poetry Association!
If it ends well, I'm afraid Mr. Shen's reputation will spread all over the country, and he will stand side by side with the young poet immortal of Southern Wu who wrote "Clouds Think of Clothes and Flowers Think of Faces"!
Shen Li took out a breath and finished the work with a pen. Then he said to the boatman: "Read it."
The boatman looked at the whole poem carefully. He knew poetry. After reading it once, he couldn't stop trembling all over. This poem is really wonderful and the best one tonight. No, after tonight, this poem will definitely be spread all over the world. No one can stop it. I don’t know, no one knows!
The boatman struck the gong with all his strength.
The people in the floating boat nearby all looked at them in unison.
At the end of this poem, Shen Li wrote Shen Shixiu.
Shicai also mentioned to them that his name was Shen Li and his courtesy name was Shixiu.
“The chilling cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night, the showers are beginning to stop.
There is no trace of drinking in the tent of the capital, and the place of nostalgia is the orchid boat.
Doubted see tears in their eyes, even Yuning choke.
The thought goes away, thousands of miles of smoke waves, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
Since ancient times, sentimental feelings have hurt parting, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival! Where did you wake up tonight?
On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls.
After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery.
Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them? "
The boatman shouted once, but he felt that it was not enough, so he mustered up his strength and continued to shout in an ups and downs.
Everyone around Shen Li was shocked by this poem. The last sentence, after so many years, it should be a mere waste of good times and good times, but even though there are thousands of styles, who should I tell it to?
What happened to this young boy? How can we have such lingering melancholy emotions, and how can we write such poems that make us feel sad and tearful when we look at them?
Zhu Hongni's eyes were indeed filled with tears. There were endless things she wanted to say, but she couldn't say a single word.
Someone on the huge ship repeated this poem once, and soon he repeated it again. For a moment, as if he was afraid that there were too many people in Wanshui and could not hear it clearly, he repeated it eight times one after another, adding up the previous and later times. The boatman recited it loudly ten times in total, until he finally heard it. Dry tongue.
"This poem has been appreciated by twenty poets and poets. Please come on board and describe it!"
"..."
On Wanshui, countless tourists in the boat were stunned and immediately cheered.
The lights reflected the river water red.
Shen Li looked down and saw that his face was changing.
I don’t know if what I am experiencing in this life is a dream, or if it was a dream in my previous life.
After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?
