Wang Tiexuan now really has no jealousy at all, but is sincerely convinced.
He has been writing frontier poems all his life and has produced many excellent works.
But if you want to say that there is any poem that can seriously surpass the poems and essays written by Gu Beichuan, I'm afraid you really can't come up with it.
This boy's talent in poetry and prose is truly astonishing.
"The star of literature and music falls here, and Huainan's literary world is booming!"
"Huainan culture and spirit are one stone, but Beichuan brother has eight fights alone!"
"Brother Beichuan comes from the place where Huainan is flourishing!"
Everyone else also expressed their admiration, but as they spoke, they already recognized Gu Beichuan as one of their own.
After all, for such poetic talents, it would be ridiculous if they continued to claim their greatness based on their qualifications.
"Such a wonderful work, I wonder if it has a poetic name?"
"Let's call it "Zhen Yumen". I wonder what you guys think?"
"Okay, Zhenyumen is a three-character sentence. Although it is short, it is also concise and comprehensive, and it is quite elegant."
"The poem "Zhen Yumen" will definitely go out of Huainan and be famous in Daqian!" Qin Xiuwen said with emotion.
""Zhen Yumen" is probably enough to rank among the top three among the seven-rhythm frontier poems written in the past three years!"
"If word spreads to Kyoto, I must show those young people my talents from Huainan!"
"It's a pity that the Kyoto literary world has always respected quatrains."
"Although this seven-rhythm poem can become famous, I'm afraid that someone will use rhymes to talk about things."
"It would be great if Brother Gu Xian could compose another quatrain."
It was no longer Wang Tiexuan who said this, but Qin Xiuwen.
After hearing this, Gu Beichuan was really one of the top two.
One poem is not enough?
Brother Qin, this is different from what we promised before.
How can you increase prices temporarily?
Qin Xiuwen seemed to have not noticed Gu Beichuan's expression, looking at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, with a detached attitude.
In fact, this matter has something to do with it.
In the early years, Daqian produced a great scholar who was famous all over the world, especially good at seven-character rhymed poetry.
But later he rebelled against the country and took refuge in Nanliang, further south.
The literary world of Daqian naturally wanted to avenge its previous humiliation, but unfortunately, Nanliang was a powerful country second only to Daqi among several vassal states, and its land area was slightly larger than the three eastern border states combined.
It has always been prosperous in literature and art and has the reputation of being the hometown of poetry.
Regardless of whether it is a civil or military fight, Daqian has no chance of winning.
Moreover, Daqian's main enemy now is still Beiyan, so the matter will be settled.
But the consequence is that the Kyoto literary world is a little more repulsive to rhymed poetry, and is more respectful of quatrains.
Qin Xiuwen was a representative figure in the Huainan literary world, and because of the events of that year, he had some dissatisfaction with some people in the Kyoto literary world.
So at this time, Gu Beichuan wanted to make a name for himself on behalf of the Huainan literary world, and he naturally hoped that this reputation could be spread more thoroughly.
Let those young people in Kyoto see that Huainan can also produce such outstanding talents!
"Okay! Although "Zhenyumen" is good, it is too tragic, and it is about my battle against Beiyan."
"If you can compose another song, you should imagine the scene of our powerful warriors attacking the capital of Beiyan!" Xiang Qingfeng said.
As soon as Gu Beichuan saw what Prince Jing said, he knew that this matter could not go away, so he had to say:
"Ichisuke Kitagawa is a late learner, so I can only try my best. If I don't do well, please don't blame me, Your Highness."
"Gu, what are you talking about? The article is made by nature, and it comes by accident with a good hand."
"I am overjoyed to have "Zhen Yumen" come out today."
"It would be great if you can make a second poem. If you can't, it's normal. How can you blame me?"
Hearing this, Gu Beichuan nodded, put his finger on his chin, and walked back and forth on the high platform, as if in deep thought.
Seeing this scene, everyone on the high platform fell silent, giving Gu Beichuan an environment to think.
However, the students in the audience were talking a lot.
"Write two poems in a row in one day? How is that possible?"
"That is, "Zhen Yumen" is already a masterpiece among frontier fortress poems. If the second frontier fortress poem written is far from "Zhen Yumen", I'm afraid it will be difficult for everyone to explain."
"In addition to the previous five-step poem "Ode to Pork", if this poem were to be completed again, Gu would be able to compose three poems a day, and they would all be top-notch works. It is really... unimaginable."
"Brother Lu, do you think Gu Beichuan can write the third poem?" Tian Jiabing asked.
"Difficult! Although we, the scholars, are fond of singing and drinking and singing hundreds of poems, it is just a joke after all."
"Human talent and ideas are limited. A masterpiece like "Zhen Yumen" may not be possible even if others have been asking for it for months."
"Gu Beichuan is so gifted that he is like a literary star descending to earth, able to recite impromptu songs."
"But if you want to make another song in a short period of time, it is really difficult to reach the sky." Lu Huailiang sighed.
"Oh, everyone is really making things difficult. But with "Zhenyumen" Zhuyu in front, even if Brother Beichuan fails to compose the second poem, others will not be able to say anything. It is really normal."
"Yes, yes, yes."
After a brief discussion, the audience gradually became calm.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the figure pacing back and forth on the high platform.
But compared to the instant poems were written before, the wait this time seemed quite long.
Sure enough it was still too difficult.
Even if he is as stunningly talented and beautiful as Gu Gu, he cannot avoid being so hesitant.
After a long time, just when everyone thought Gu Beichuan was about to give up, his steps... stopped!
I saw the young man raising his head. It was already late autumn, but his face was filled with a bright smile that made people feel like they were enjoying the spring breeze.
This smile made Xiang Zhirou tremble all over.
There was an indescribable surprise in my heart, and my eyes were filled with brilliance.
Take care of everyone and be confident.
As expected, Gu Beichuan said: "Gentlemen, please listen to this quatrain!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was attentive. Even Xiang Qingfeng's body was tense and his breathing was short.
"The long clouds in Qinghai cover the snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks out over Yumen Pass."
As soon as the first two sentences came out, everyone frowned.
Because it doesn't seem to be outstanding.
It's just a simple description of the scenery. Only the words "dark" and "lonely" convey a sense of desolation on the frontier.
It seems that it was a bit forced after all.
But now that things have come to this, it is extremely difficult.
Qin Xiuwen's face showed a slightly lonely look.
However, the next moment, Gu Beichuan suddenly raised his voice and chanted loudly:
"The yellow sand will wear golden armor in a hundred battles. If you don't defeat Beiyan, you will never return it!"
boom!
When the next battle comes out, who will compete with him?
The entire scene fell into deathly silence.
Qin Xiuwen blinked his eyes, first in disbelief, and then he was overwhelmed by a surge of intense joy like a tidal wave.
Who says this poem is not brilliant enough?
Who said that?
Come out and get your punishment!
Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!
It was still Prince Jing who was the first to applaud, breaking the silence.
"Okay! What a yellow sand man who wears golden armor in a hundred battles. If he doesn't break Beiyan, he will never return it!"
"This poem should be heard by Heaven and presented in front of my father's case!"
"If I build up a strong force of warriors, everyone will have this ambition. Why worry about the Northern Yan not being destroyed? Why worry about the ancestral territory not being restored?"
