A moment of effort, without pause, is as smooth as flowing water.
As soon as the poem was completed, Wang Yan wrote, and then spoke.
"Young Master He created a seven-character quatrain with a plum blossom as the title. If he was not a pedant, he also borrowed the plum blossom as the title and wrote the same seven-character quatrain. You are all scholars who have read poetry and books. "
Wang Yan bowed his hands and bowed to the crowd, standing aside.
In extraordinary times, I had to borrow one of Mr. Wang's masterpieces for emergencies. It just so happened that they share the same surname as Wang, so maybe they were a family five hundred years ago!
Wang Yan was grateful and grateful. Although Wang Mian might not be able to see or hear it, he finally expressed his feelings.
Fortunately, the verse is not mistaken, otherwise it would be difficult to end.
To be honest, he still can't remember much of the poems and articles he has learned in his previous life.
This poem is called "Ink Plum", and it was written by Wang Mian, a famous poet and painter in the Yuan Dynasty. Wang Mian is known as the "Plum Blossom House Owner".
Wang Mian loved plum blossoms, planted plums, chanted plums, and painted plums all his life. His understanding of plum blossoms is not comparable to that of ordinary people.
The few Confucian scholars surrounding him carefully read the poem several times in a row, and the man in the golden robe immediately had a look of astonishment on his face, which was extremely shocking.
He Huailiang even took the rice paper on the table in his hand, leaned in front of him and studied it twice, then closed his eyes slightly, as if he was immersed in it.
"My family's washing inkstone pond head tree, all flowers bloom with light ink marks. Don't praise the color, just flow the air and fill the universe!"
As soon as this poem came out, almost everyone present was stunned.
Some literary talents are even more immersed in it, unable to extricate themselves.
I closed my eyes, as if my soul was flying out of the sky, I was in the situation, I unknowingly came to the Xiyan Pond, saw a plum tree standing there, and smelled the fragrance of the blossoming plum blossoms on the tree.
There is not a single word "mei" in the whole poem, but the artistic conception expressed in it is extraordinary and fascinating.
"Don't praise the color, just let the air fill the universe!"
"Every word is pearl! Every word is pearl!"
"Such an exquisite work is rare in the world!"
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People who hear poetry are all convinced! The connoisseurs are all amazed!
He Huailiang was also immersed in it for a while, then he gradually calmed down, let out a long breath, and carefully put the poem back on the table.
He admits that his "Ode to Plum" is really not as good as this one "Ink Plum". It is difficult to compare the two at all. One is in the sky and the other is in the ground. The artistic conception is different by 108,000 miles.
However, he did not admit that he was inferior to this Taoist priest.
He Huailiang recited poems at the age of three, wrote at the age of five, and was able to compose his own poems at the age of seven. At the age of nineteen, he wrote a hundred poems, of which twenty-one were selected, bound into a book called "Huailiang's Poetry Collection", which was published in major bookstores.
At the age of 21, he composed the next song "Sighing at the Red Dust" at the Qingteng Academy in Jiangnan. It was a blockbuster and was awarded the title of "Poem Jun".
He doesn't know if he can make better poems in the future, but he knows very well that this song "Sighing in the Red Dust" is his current pinnacle.
This poem has been personally praised by the current cabinet scholars, and has also been included in the library of the Dasheng Dynasty. After reading it, many celebrities have also praised it.
With his talent, it is actually not difficult to get a job title, just because his family has already been in the officialdom, and he does not want him to be involved in the complicated and dark officialdom, so he would rather be a romantic talent and wander the world.
Although the poems written by this Taoist priest are rare, if they are compared with his "Sighing in the Red Dust", they still pale in comparison.
There's no need to feel ashamed about it.
Maybe this poem is already the housekeeping skill of this Taoist priest
Maybe this is the only song he can get his hands on
Of course, maybe this Taoist priest is indeed brilliant and talented!
Although he looks young and unknown, but the world is big and there are so many talented people and talented people, everything is possible.
"The Taoist priest's poem is really wonderful! He has only opened his eyes today, I really admire it! I admire it!"
He Huailiang bowed his hands and bowed, his attitude changed, and said saluting.
"Don't dare! Don't dare! In fact, this poem is also borrowed by Xiaodao from others. Just because everyone loves, Xiaodao can't bear to ruin Yaxing, and I have to write it down. I really don't dare to take credit and feel ashamed!"
As soon as these words came out, He Huailiang felt a little relieved.
"The Daoist is humble!"
He immediately looked at the Qingpao Confucian scholar beside him. The man immediately understood. Although he was convinced, his attitude was still somewhat reluctant.
"The Daoist forgives the sin! It was me who didn't know Taishan and offended you. You have a lot of adults. Please don't have ordinary knowledge with me."
Regardless of whether the poem was original or not, the other party did write it, and everyone present was unanimous in admiration.
The dignified seven-footed man said what he said was like water poured out. He naturally would not break his promise, and Young Master He had his intentions. This face still had to be given, so he stepped forward and apologized directly to Wang Yan.
Seeing this, the rest of the Confucian scholars also followed suit and apologized.
Wang Yan returned the salute one by one and made a few polite words. Originally, they were planning to invite Wang Yan into the restaurant for a banquet, saying that they were making friends with each other.
However, he was shied away by Wang Yan. He only said that he had something to do and would not be too late to get together again when he had time, so he resigned and left.
He did not disclose his name and Taoist temple in order to avoid trouble.
But after this battle, the poem "Momei" quickly spread throughout the major colleges and even the streets in a short period of time.
This poem was written by a young Taoist priest who did not want to be named, and it was also widely circulated.
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On the same day, Wang Yan returned to Songfeng Temple and was fine overnight.
Early the next morning, Wang Yan and Master set off from Chen Shi, and arrived outside the main entrance of Laoshan Academy in about two quarters of an hour.
Today is the first day of the Scholars Conference, which is also the day of the internal disciple assessment of Laoshan Academy. The subjects of the assessment are all newly recruited disciples from the previous session. Four trials.
There are people around the examination room closely guarded, no one is allowed to approach, and no one is allowed to make loud noises nearby. Violators will be deprived of the qualification to participate in the conference.
All the guests invited by the Academy, critics, and even court officials, will be led to visit the Academy today, familiarizing themselves with the environment, so as to prepare for tomorrow's highlight.
Among the many guests, there were many famous scholars and talents. Wang Yan and Master were two Taoists mixed together, which seemed a bit abrupt.
Fortunately, others didn't care too much, just followed the scholars leading the way, carefully remembering the path, and the area where they will be present tomorrow.
Most of them are invited to Laoshan Academy for the first time, and it is normal to be unfamiliar with the environment inside.