Zhui Xu

Chapter 12: Stop Water Poetry Society

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Pan's Turtle and Crane Garden, the Shishui Poetry Society has also reached its climax.

The music sounded, pieces of paper were passed from hand to hand, and the singer's light voice was singing tonight's excellent poems. The atmosphere here is a little more serious than that of the Puyuan Poetry Club, because there are many heavyweight characters, but the various performances can still make the atmosphere lively and quaint.

Turtle and Crane Garden is a beautifully laid out garden with a leisurely rhythm of ancient charm, with various hills, waterways, corridors, courtyards and pavilions. At this time, during the layout of lanterns painted with lantern riddles, people will hold banquets in the garden, with women on one side and students on the other. Living on one side, the master and a group of well-known and knowledgeable elders are on the other side. There is no special stage set up. However, the singing and dancing performances that occasionally appear in the gardens are really natural and impressive, and many people can come to this poetry festival. It is a well-known top brand and the like, and obviously a lot of thought has been spent on it.

There are naturally lantern riddles, performances, and moon watching at the poetry meeting, and there are even speeches from many profound people, such as Pan Guangyan, who is the host. Even at the beginning, the prefect of Jiangning visited and said: After some words like "You are the backbone of the country", this is enough to explain the status of the Shishui Poetry Club. Of course, tonight is a night of carnival. In order to avoid the situation in the city, the prefect must always sit in the yamen as a rule. Couldn't stay for long and left in a hurry.

If the geniuses at the poetry conference have a good work, they will often stand up and judge with the crowd. Every once in a while, someone will send a few poems of good enough quality, and the paper will be circulated in the hands of everyone to watch, if the poem is true Well, or if there are other opinions, someone will get up and recite it and discuss it with everyone. Pan Guangyan and others will naturally make comments.

Qin Lao sat on one side of the banquet, next to him was Kang Xian, who was still dressed in a rather extravagant fashion, that is, Kang Lao who bickered with Ning Yi. His character was Ming Yun, so many people also called him Ming Gong. His background is very complex, and wealth is not lacking, but even in terms of literature and Confucianism, he is enough to be called a declarant. Among the dozens of talents present, two or three have been taught by him. , called it a teacher, but Kang Lao was always strict, and everyone was a little afraid of him, but he didn't criticize anyone tonight. In fact, the quality of the Shishui Poetry Club tonight was still satisfactory to him.

At this time, he was chatting and laughing with Qin Lao in a low-key manner. In fact, when the time is up, generally speaking, the real good poems have already come out. At this time, the two were discussing this.

"...the autumnal equinox stops overnight, and the yin soul is the most brilliant. It's good to live in the sea, and I can see the sky and the dark. The sky is suspicious and the color is washed away, and all the strange things want to hide. This Mid-Autumn Festival song to the moon by Li Pin from the Sichuan Poetry Association is truly brilliant, although there is no first place in the text, but in my opinion, this poem will be the most popular tonight."

"It's both a ghost and a ghost. It can be regarded as a slanted sword, but it gives people a sense of atmosphere. It only makes people's thoughts agitate, and there is no strange color. This poem has the legacy of the Tang Dynasty. Li Pin and Li Dexin are indeed logged in. Everyone is listed, but Ming Gong, you have always been strict with yourself, and Zhishui actually has a few good poems today, well, such as this one just now."

Qin Lao smiled and picked up a song: "The sky is like water, the silver is clear and the golden waves are clear, and the golden waves are clear. It is suspected that Heng'e will take a treasure and hang it high in the Guanghan Palace. Lin Yuan. The initial question seemed simple. The literary world is prosperous, and various poems cannot help but pursue complexity and exhaustive changes. Some arguments also advocate that if the poem is about the moon, it is better if the word for the moon does not even appear. Such a question, but with the next sentence, has naturally unfolded the artistic conception, and when it reaches the palace in the sky, the artistic conception of the poetry will naturally and unobtrusively change from the gurgling stream to the mountain and water, and then the next "I I want to ride the wind and go home..." With just a few words, the artistic conception of the entire upper half of the queer was directly transformed into the atmosphere of the Yangtze River rushing into the sea, and at the same time, it could be so ethereal, without the slightest smell of fireworks. The refreshing Asgard atmosphere.

Since the Tang Dynasty, with the development of poetry and prose for hundreds of years, there are many works with far-reaching artistic conception. However, at this time, many poetry works are often on the road of exhausting and complicated changes. If you can come back, you will return to the basics. There are also natural ones, either simple or complex, each with its own characteristics. But there are very few who can reach this level of artistic conception. This artistic conception expands all the way with the changes of the poems, but it is light and natural, but it is the same as when the literati were unrestrained and unrestrained in the early Tang Dynasty. The styles are similar, but it is only a mere Shangque, and the spirit of everyone in the head of this water tune has been fully revealed. Pan Guangyan paused for a while, looked up at the talented people below, and then continued to read Xiatie.

"Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, the low-lying household, and sleepless nights. There should be no hatred. What is going to be a good time? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has cloudy and sunny days. "

"... I hope that people will last a long time, and we will live together in a thousand miles." The words were catchy. After reading the words, Pan Guangyan murmured and repeated the last sentence. He looked at the crowd and kept nodding his head slightly. After a long while, he just sighed. In a tone, "... a good word." At this time, some people in the garden looked at each other, and some people muttered and repeated the words, which was unusually quiet. In fact, if it were other words and sentences, it would be fine, but this water tune song head does have a charm that has been passed down for thousands of years and has not faded. The comment that the rest of the words are all wasted", at this time, everyone here is living on this. They have studied poetry for decades, and some even for a lifetime. When they heard it, they suddenly felt something like this.

It was also in such an atmosphere that Elder Kang stretched out his hand and took the paper, first looked at it, and nodded slowly. After a while, when he looked again, he seemed to notice something, blinked his eyes suspiciously, and said "Huh?" Then he frowned and thought about something, his face was wonderful. Noticing his appearance, Old Qin, who was still thinking about these words, turned his head.

"What's wrong?"

"Heh... you look at it."

He handed over the paper, and Qin Lao squinted his eyes and looked at it word by word. From the time of the bright moon to the thousand miles of Gong Chanjuan, he didn't find anything wrong. It was indeed a good word. He sighed and gently He shook his head, then narrowed his eyes and paused.

There are naturally a few words after the words, but at this time everyone is still feeling these sentences, just now Pan Guangyan has not paid attention to it.

There was an inscription on the bottom left of the paper, and seven words were written impressively.

Su House.

Ning Yi.

Ning Liheng.

Qin Lao was stunned for a while, then glanced at Kang Lao, and after a while, he laughed dumbly.

"what… "

Above the small building of the Su Mansion, Ning Yi got up to drink water, and suddenly sneezed so hard that he almost choked. He stumbled back to sleep, pulling the quilt tighter.

Well, the cold won't get worse again...