"Brother Xu, Brother Xu..."
Su Wentian looked at the opposite young man who suddenly fell into a daze, and after calling twice, the other party still did not regain his senses, and he couldn't help feeling very puzzled.
Moving forward in time, earlier...
"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Raise your glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadows become three people..."
"The moon will not drink, and the shadow will follow me. I will accompany the moon for a while, and the pleasure must wait until the spring."
"Eternal knot and ruthless love, long-term love..."
"Ruoqing, this poem..."
As Wan Ruoqing wrote the song "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" on the rice paper with beautiful fonts, the expressions of the talented women of Yunying Poetry Club gradually changed from doubt to shock. After she stopped writing, the elderly woman turned her head. Looking at her, he opened his mouth in an unbelievable way.
"How does this poem compare to what Fang Wentian did?"
Zeng Zuimo saw all the changes in the expressions of the girls just now, and couldn't hold back his heart, he couldn't wait to ask.
When the older woman heard the words, the expression on her face became solemn, and she said: "How can the light of rice grains compete with the bright moon? How can Fang Wentian's virtue compare with this handed down word?"
"Words handed down from generation to generation..." Zeng Zuimo's cherry lips parted slightly, as if a bolt of lightning flashed across his mind.
That unreasonable guy, is his poetic talent so high
"If this poem is spread, I am afraid that it is a talented scholar in Jingguo. No matter when and where, as long as you raise your glass for a drink, you will have to recite the line 'Raise your glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadows will form three people'..." A young man There was confusion in the woman's beautiful eyes, and she murmured.
The performance of these talented women did not exceed Li Yi's expectations.
You must know that this song "Drinking Alone under the Moon", even among all the works of Li Bai, the poet fairy, can be regarded as the best of the best. Quatrains.
Who is Li Bai? He is an existence at the pinnacle of the ancient literary world. Just throwing out a poem is enough to scare people to death!
Wan Ruo Qingqiao's face was filled with uncontrollable excitement. When she heard a broken poem, she only guessed in her heart that this young man should have some talent, but she never thought that the other party's talent was so high.
Leaving aside her personal feelings, the level of this poem is already comparable to that of "Magpie Bridge Immortal".
Of course, in Wan Ruoqing's heart, she still prefers "Magpie Bridge Immortal". Not to mention the origin of her and that poem, in Jingguo, poetry has developed to this day, and due to various reasons, Ci is more prosperous than poetry, and it is more loved by people.
As for poetry, it was indeed very popular in the former dynasty, but for more than a hundred years, the literati in Jingguo still prefer to write lyrics.
Therefore, although this song "Drinking Alone under the Moon" has a very high standard, in terms of influence, it will not exceed "Magpie Bridge Immortal".
However, if you compare this poem with Fang Wentian and the like, it seems too much of a molehill.
When the shock in their hearts subsided a little, everyone couldn't help but look at Li Yi.
For them, through a poem, they can see the character of the poet, and even the thoughts in his heart when composing the poem.
Drinking alone under the flowers on a moonlit night, no one is close, from loneliness to not lonely, and then from not lonely to lonely, poetry is open-minded, and there is no tolerance between things and me. What kind of mind is this
Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadows form three people... After this kind of self-satisfaction, what kind of desolation is it
The expression on the scholar's face was calm, but the hearts of the talented women were already mixed.
Being stared at by so many women, Li Yi was really guilty, coughed lightly, and the pretty faces of the women blushed slightly, only to realize that as a woman, it is very unreasonable to stare at a man like this.
He hurriedly returned to his seat, copied the poem just now on several paper rafts, and passed it on among the people.
Not far from Li Yi, Zeng Zuimo was sitting there, not knowing whether he should be happy or angry at this moment.
Of course, I am happy that I hope to win today's competition and participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting tomorrow night. I am angry that God has no eyes and gave such an unreasonable guy such a talent...
As for the little maid standing beside Li Yi, although her head was still dizzy, she was very happy in her heart.
It seems to be a poem made by my uncle, which scares these sisters...
On the Qixi Festival last month, my uncle also wrote a poem on Xiaohuan's praying sky lantern, called... what is it called, what is it
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"Last month at the Qixi Festival Poetry Festival, Fangzhou beat Su Wentian hard. If it weren't for the "Magpie Bridge Immortal" that appeared out of the sky, I am afraid that the leader of that day would have fallen into his pocket, but today he was overwhelmed by Su Wentian in the Mid-Autumn Ci Without better demeanor, if Bailu Poetry Society doesn't have better poems, it might be defeated this time."
"It's not surprising. It's always difficult to distinguish between poetry and poetry. Fangzhou is good at Qixi Festival poetry. Su Wentian's moon-chanting poetry is very good. It is suitable for this Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting. Fangzhou lost to He was not surprised."
"Speaking of which, the talented women of Yunying Poetry Club should not be underestimated. I wonder if they have any good lyrics tonight?"
"Of course there is. Miss Wan's moon-chanting poem is still above Fangzhou in terms of level, but compared with Fang Wentian, it is still inferior."
Somewhere on the first floor, several talented scholars toasted and drank, judging the outstanding works of today's poetry meeting.
"After all, it's just a woman... In this way, Dongli Poetry Society is the winner today. With this word, Su Wentian may not be unknown at tomorrow's poetry meeting." A man in Tsing Yi sighed and said , and took a paper raft from the passing boy, wanting to see which other poetry clubs have new works.
"That's not entirely true. After all, many talents will gather in Qing'an Prefecture tomorrow, and there will definitely be no shortage of excellent works. Whether Su Wentian can make the list depends on his luck."
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During the discussion, they didn't realize that one of them remained silent for a long time, and gradually a shocked expression appeared on his face.
"I really hope that Su Wentian will become famous tomorrow. In this way, I will be able to boast a few words in the future. I am honored..." A talented man smiled, and before he finished the second sentence, a voice suddenly came from beside him .
"Everyone... wait a minute!"
The voice was a little higher, and the talented man took back what he was about to say, and several people looked at him suspiciously.
The scholar in Tsing Yi still had a look of shock on his face, and slowly passed the paper raft in his hand.
After those people took it, they moved their heads closer, and after just a few breaths, their faces changed.
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The line of sight is pulled back upstairs.
"Brother Xu? Brother Xu?"
Su Wentian yelled for an unknown number of times, until he stretched out his hand and shook his shoulder, the young man woke up.
"Brother Xu, what happened to make Brother Xu so distracted?"
When he looked up, he saw Su Wentian looking at him suspiciously.
Complicated expressions appeared on the young man's face, he glanced at Su Wentian, and passed the paper raft in his hand.
"Brother Su, you... just take a look..."