Zhui Xu

14. Chapter 14 Chapter Water Point Poetry Conference

The Pan Family Turtle and Crane Garden, the Water Point Poetry Conference, has also reached its climax.

The sound of the music rang, and a piece of crepe paper was uploaded and sent by everyone. The voice of the singer was singing the excellent poems tonight. The atmosphere here is relatively more serious than the Pu Park Poem Conference, because there are many heavyweights, but the various performances still make the atmosphere lively and quaint.

Turtle and Crane Garden is a beautifully landscaped, ancient and beautiful garden, all kinds of rocky waterways and galleries. At this time, during the layout of the lanterns with riddles, everyone will open a banquet in the garden, and the woman will live side by side. The students live on the side, the master and the well-known and well-known status of the old and the other side, there is no special stage, but the occasional song and dance performance between the gardens is indeed very natural, impressive, can come to this poetry Most of them are famous heads and the like, and obviously have spent a lot of thoughts on this.

Naturally, there are also riddles, performances, and moon-watching sessions in the poetry. There are even many people鈥檚 speeches, such as Pan Guangyan, who is the master. Even at the beginning, Jiangning鈥檚 prefects have come and said that After saying that “all of you are the talents of the country”, this is enough to explain the status of the Water Point Poetry Conference. Of course, tonight’s carnival, in order to avoid the situation in the city, the prefecture is always going to sit on the door. He can’t stay for a long time, and hastily left.

If there are masterpieces in the poetry meeting, they will rise up and evaluate with others. Every once in a while, some people will send a few poems of good quality. The paper will be circulated in the hands of everyone, if the poem is really Well, or if there are other opinions, some people will start to talk and discuss with others. Pan Guangyan and others will naturally make comments.

Elder Qin is sitting on the side of the banquet. Next to him is Kang Xian, who is still very expensive. It is Elder Kang who is fighting with Ning Yi. His word is Ming, so many people call him Minggong. His background is very complicated, and wealth is not lacking, but even if it is only in literature and Confucianism, it is enough to be called a public statement. Two or three of the dozens of talents present have received his teachings. It鈥檚 called a teacher, but Elder Kang has always been strict, and everyone is afraid of him, but he hasn鈥檛 criticized him tonight. In fact, the quality of the Water Point Poetry Conference tonight is still satisfying.

At this time, he was talking to Elder Qin in a low-key manner. In fact, time is here. Generally speaking, the real good poetry has already come out. At this time, the two are talking about this.

“…The autumn equinox stops at night, and the haze is the most crystal-clear. It is good to see the sea, Xu is watching the meditation. The layer is empty and suspected to wash the color, and it is strange to think of the latent shape. He has no similarity, the morning chicken can not be heard… Honorable Qin Li Chuan’s poetry Li Feng’s this Mid-Autumn Festival is really talented. Although the text is not the first, but as I see it, I am afraid that this poem is the most popular tonight.”

“It is a ghost and a ghost. It can be regarded as a sword and a slant, but it gives people a feeling of the atmosphere. It only makes people think and stir, and there is no sorrow. This poem has the legacy of Tang Shi, Li Pin, Li Dexin, is indeed a login. Everyone is listed, but Ming Gong has always been strict with his own laws. Today, there are actually a few good poems in the water. Hey, for example, this one.”

Elder Qin smiled and picked up one of the songs: “Bitian is like water, Zhanyinhuang is light and clear, and Jinbo is clear. Suspicion is that it will be treasured, and it will be hung in the Guanghan Palace. Lin Yeqiuqiu, the curtain is picturesque, Danguixiangfeng Every year and now, the tower is so clear… can you not be eccentric?”

“Haha, you and I are not judges, just appreciate it, how can it be eccentric? Hey, this word is really good…”

“As I see it, the two best ones tonight are here too.”

Elder Qin has always been low-key, and there is almost no public comment tonight. He only talks about it between friends and friends. In fact, Cao Guan Cao Chen of the Water Point Poetry Conference and Li Pin Li Dexin of the Lichuan Poetry Association are indeed the most Jiangning at this time. One of the most famous talents, the people below, are also comparing the poems of the two of them. Although the text is not the first, the momentum on the verbal is always contending.

Everyone praised the poems. Pan Guangyan was laughing and talking to Cao Guan at this time. After a while, some people sent new poems to come in and divided them into three copies.

Really good poetry, can enter the room, until this time will basically not come out again, but the good is still there, everyone laughs and talks while passing a page. One page passed to Elder Qin and Elder Kang. Elder Qin took it and looked at it, but he laughed.

鈥淗ey? How?鈥?Kang Xian asked.

“Oh, I just didn’t expect Pu Park to have a good one at the moment, you can take a look.”

“Oh? Pu Park.” Elder Kang also laughed, read it with a poem, and looked at the name “Xue Jin” below, shaking his head and letting go, “Zhongping, can be seen, it doesn’t make people Novel.”

At this time, some people were stunned: “Gentlemen, I can’t think of Lichuan’s good words at this time. According to the next view, this one is really good.”

Someone who knows him smiled and said: “Let’s read.” The man nodded. After a while, he began to read the poem: “This word is used in the water, and everyone listens: Qiu Yu is like water, month. The mirror is not safe. The solitary high is Zhang Le, the language is laughter and disappointing…”

When he read this, he suddenly felt like he felt something. He turned to look at Pan Guangyan and other old people on the stage. An old man had already got up, holding a piece of paper in his hand and rushing toward Pan Guangyan. In the past, the fingers bounced on the paper, and there seemed to be words in the mouth. The old man had some friendship with Elder Qin Elder Kang. When he saw him get up, Pan Guangyan had already come over. He put the crepe paper down and used a not too high voice to talk to several people around him: “You look at this. first.”

This is also the water-sounding singer. When several people on the stage noticed other things, the person who was reading the poems below stunned. Pan Guangyan reacted and smiled and raised his hand to him, indicating that he would continue, but he did not go to see it now.绗?paper. After the person finished reading, he reminisced and smiled and commented a few words before he picked up the crepe paper. After a while, he was also whispering in the mouth, frowning, everyone in the audience and even the female guests. Looking over.

“He Weng, if there are any good poems, I will read it quickly. This is a good appetite.”

Pan Guangyan鈥檚 temper is very good after all. Cao Guan, the head of the crowd, said with a smile, and then everyone laughed. The atmosphere relaxed for a while, and Pan Guangyan smiled: 鈥淚t鈥檚 also the water-sounding song, this The first word… I will read it to everyone: When is the moon, I will ask the wine for the sky. I don鈥檛 know the heavenly palace, what year is it… I want to go back by the wind, and I鈥檓 afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, the height is not cold. Shadow, what seems to be in the world.”

The words of the water-sounding singer rang in the courtyard, and the first half of the singer had not finished, and there was no voice of conversation among the people in the room. Pan Guangyan is a literary great Confucianism. At this time, according to the rhythm, he seriously mourns the poetry in his hand. Although he is not quick, he is attached to the artistic conception of words and expressions, but it is in one go.

The people in the room are the people with profound literary skills. Just hearing this, they have already realized the ethereal, atmospheric and distant meaning of this first word. The initial questioning seemed to be simple. At this time, the literary world flourished. Various poetry can’t help but pursue complex and exhaustive changes. Some of the arguments also advocated that if it is a poem, it would be better if only one month of the word does not appear. However, at the beginning of the phrase, there was such a question in the moonlight, but with the next sentence, it has naturally unfolded the artistic conception. When it comes to the heavenly palace, the artistic conception of the poetry will naturally and unambiguously flow from the brook. In order to flow in the mountains, and then the next “I want to go back to the wind…”, I directly turned the mood of the entire upper half into the atmosphere of the Yangtze River and into the sea. At the same time, it was able to be ethereal, without a half point. The atmosphere of the fireworks, a few words, is the heart of the fairyland.

Since the Tang Dynasty, there have been many works of poetry and literature for hundreds of years, and there are many works of far-reaching atmosphere. However, at this time, many poetry works often go to the path of exhaustive rework and change. If you can come back, you will return to everyone. Naturally, there are also simple or complex, and each has its own characteristics. However, there are very few artistic conceptions that can reach the immediate level. This artistic conception expands with the change of poetry. The weightlifting is too light, and the natural ones are the same as those of the literati when the early Tang Dynasty flourished, but they are unconstrained but can not be separated from the theme. The style is similar, only the area is up, and everyone’s atmosphere of this first song has been revealed. Pan Guangyan paused and looked up at the talents below him before he continued to read the squat.

“Turning Zhuge, low tenants, no sleep. There should be no hate, what is going to be a long time… People have joys and sorrows, and there is a lack of gloom in the moon. This is an ancient disaster… I hope people will last forever moon.”

“…I hope that people will be long-lasting, and they will be a thousand miles away.” After reading the words, Pan Guangyan repeated the last sentence in a muttering manner, looking at the crowd, and kept a small amount of heads. After a long while, he sighed. A tone, “…good words.” At this time, everyone in the garden looked at the eyes, and some people muttered the words, quiet and abnormal. In fact, if other words are gone, this song of the first water has indeed had the charm that has never faded for thousands of years. In the eyes of poets, there are even “middle-autumn words in the later generations. The comments of the rest of the words are abolished. At this time, everyone in the room used this as a living. They studied poetry for decades, and some even lived for a lifetime. At this time, they listened, and suddenly felt it, maybe it was like this kind of momentum.

It was also in such an atmosphere, where Elder Kang reached for the crepe paper and looked at it first, slowly nodding his head. After a while, when I went to see it, I looked like I noticed something, and I blinked my eyes in confusion, “Oh?” Then Emei thought about something, and his face was wonderful. Noting that he looked like this, Elder Qin, who was still thinking about the word in his heart, turned his head.

“what happened?”

“Oh… look at it.”

He handed the crepe paper over, and Elder Qin looked at the word with a squint and looked at it from the moment of the moon. From a few months to a thousand miles, there was nothing wrong with it. It was indeed a good word. He vomited and gently Shaking his head, and then his eyes slammed, and paused.

There are still a few words in the back of the sentence, but at this time everyone is still feeling these sentences, only Pan Guangyan has not paid attention to see.

There was a book in the lower left of the paper, and he wrote seven words.

– Su Family.

– Ning Yi.

– Ning Li Heng.

Elder Qin groaned, then looked at Elder Kang, and after a while, he laughed.

“what鈥︹€?#8221;

On the Su Family building, Ning Yi got up and drank water, and suddenly sneezed a sneeze and almost got caught. He slept back in a daze and tightened the quilt.

Hey, the cold won鈥檛 increase again…