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Chapter 13 The Poetry of Stopping Water
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, and the two were discussing these at this time.

"...The autumnal equinox stops overnight, and the yin soul is the most brilliant. It's good to live in the sea, and I look at the dark sky. The sky is suspicious and the color is washed away, and all the strange things want to hide. , Li Pin's Mid-Autumn Festival song to the moon in Lichuan Poetry Society is really talented, 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 the treasure mirror of Heng'e will hang high in the Guanghan Palace. Fa. Every year on this eve, Yu Lou is absolutely brilliant... You shouldn't be biased?"

"Haha, you and I are not judges either, we are just admiring our opinions. There's no reason to be biased. Well, that's a really good word..."

"In my opinion, the two best articles tonight are also among them."

Qin Lao has always been low-key. Tonight, he hardly made any public comments. He only talked about it among friends. In fact, Cao Guan, Cao Zongchen of Zhishui Poetry Club, and Li Pin and Li Dexin of Lichuan Poetry Club were indeed the most responsible for Jiangning at this time. One of the famous talents, the people below, are also comparing the two of them's poems. Although they say that there is no first place in the text, their verbal momentum is always contested.

Everyone was judging the poems, and Pan Guangyan was also talking to Cao Guan with a smile. After a while, someone sent new poems in, which were divided into three parts for everyone to read.

Really good poems, those who can enter the hall, will basically not come out again by this time, but there are still good poems, everyone laughed and discussed and passed a page each.One page was passed on to Elder Qin and Elder Kang. When Elder Qin picked it up and looked at it, he laughed.

"Eh? How?" Kang Xian asked.

"Hehe, I just didn't expect that there would be a good song from Puyuan at this time. Let's take a look."

"Oh? Puyuan." Kang Lao laughed too, took a look at the poem, looked at the name "Xue Jin" below, shook his head and put it down, "Zhongping, it's eye-catching, but it's not very impressive. Novel."

At this time, someone below shouted: "You gentlemen, I didn't expect Lichuan to have a good song at this time. From the following point of view, this song is actually quite good."

Someone who knew him laughed and said, "Then read it." The man nodded, and after a while, he began to read the poem: "This word card uses a water tune song head, everyone listen: Qiuyu is as pure as water, and the moon is as pure as water. The mirror is uneasy. Yu Gu is in a high place, Zhang Le, and the smile is out of the atmosphere..."

When he read this, he suddenly felt something. He turned his head and looked at the stage where Pan Guangyan and the other elders were standing. At this time, an old man had already stood up, holding a piece of paper in his hand, and hurried towards Pan Guangyan. In the past, fingers flicked the paper, and it seemed that there were still words in his mouth.This old man had some friendship with Qin Laokang. When he saw him get up, Pan Guangyan had already come over, so he put down the paper and said to the people around him in a low voice: "Everyone, look at this. head."

This is also the head of the water tune. Seeing that several people on the stage noticed other things, the man below who was reading poetry was stunned. Pan Guangyan reacted and raised his hand to him with a smile, indicating to continue, but he didn't look at that now. paper.After the person finished reading, he thought for a while, smiled and commented a few words, just picked up the paper and looked at it, but after a while, he was also muttering, frowning, everyone in the audience and even the female guest. Looking over.

"He Weng, if you have any good poems, just read them quickly. It's not very kind."

After all, Pan Guangyan has a good temper. Cao Guan, who is the leader of the crowd, said with a smile, and then everyone else laughed, and the atmosphere relaxed for a while, but Pan Guangyan also smiled: "It's also the head of the water tune, this is The first word...I'll read it to everyone: When will the bright moon be there, ask the blue sky for wine. I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is this evening...I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid that the high place will be too cold. Dance to find out Shadow, how does it seem to be in the world."

The words of the song head of the water tune sounded in the courtyard, and before the first half of the queer was finished, there was no sound of conversation among the people present.Pan Guangyan was originally a great scholar in the literary world. At this time, he recited the poems in his hands earnestly according to the rhythm. Although he was not happy, it matched the artistic conception of the words and sentences, but he completed them in one go.

Everyone here is a person with a deep foundation in literary and diction. Just hearing this, they have already noticed the ethereal, atmospheric, and distant artistic conception of this poem.The initial question seemed simple. At this time, the literary world was prosperous, and all kinds of poems inevitably pursued complexity and exhaustive changes. Some arguments also advocated that if the poem is about the moon, it would be better if the word for the moon does not even appear.However, at the beginning of this sentence, when Mingyue asked such a question, but with the next sentence, the artistic conception has been naturally unfolded, and when it reaches the palace in the sky, the artistic conception of the poem will flow naturally and unobtrusively from the gurgling stream. For the sake of high mountains and flowing water, and the next few sentences "I want to ride the wind to go home...", the artistic conception of the entire upper half of the que is directly transformed into the atmosphere of the Yangtze River rushing into the sea, and at the same time, it can be so ethereal, without the slightest bit. The smell of fireworks, just a few words, is the refreshing atmosphere of Asgard.

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 last forever... People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny. It is difficult to complete this matter... I hope that people will live long and live together in a thousand miles. moon."

"...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 sighed. After a sigh of relief, "...good words." 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 happened?"

"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 Mansion.

- 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...

(End of this chapter)