Laoshan Taoist Chapter 20: Start of the conference
A moment's effort, without a pause, it is as smooth as the flowing water.
When the poem reaches the end, Wang Yan writes down, and then speaks.
" Mr. He created the seven-character quatrains with plum blossoms as the theme. He also borrowed the plum blossoms as the topic and made the seven-character quatrains with plum blossoms. Show your ugliness."
Wang Yan bowed his hands to the crowd and stood aside.
In a very period of time, I had to borrow a masterpiece from Mr. Wang as an emergency. They happened to have the same surname as Wang. Maybe they were in the same family five hundred years ago!
Wang Yan was so grateful and grateful in his heart. Although Wang Mian might not be able to see and hear, he finally expressed his heart.
Fortunately, the verse is not mistaken, otherwise it will be a little difficult to end.
To tell the truth, he still doesn't remember much of the poetry and essays he has learned in the previous life. This is one of those poems that are still somewhat impressive.
This poem is called "Mo Mei", and it was written by Wang Mian, a great poet and painter in the Yuan Dynasty. Wang Mian is known as the "Plum Blossom House Owner". Whether it is in painting or in poetry and literature, it is extremely sophisticated Of accomplishments.
Wang Mian loved plums, planted plums, and chanted plums all his life, and he also devoted himself to painting plums. His understanding of plum blossoms is not comparable to that of ordinary people.
The Confucian scholars who surrounded him carefully read the poem several times. The man in the brocade robe was immediately surprised and shocked.
He Huailiang took the rice paper on the table in his hand, leaned forward to study it twice, and then closed his eyes slightly, seeming to be immersed in it.
"The trees by the side of the inkstone in my family are all blooming with light ink marks. Don’t praise the color, just let the air flow all over the world!"
As soon as this poem came out, almost everyone present was shocked.
Some literary talents are immersed in it, unable to extricate themselves.
I closed my eyes, just as if my soul was flying out of the sky, I was immersed in the scene, unknowingly came to the inkstone pool, saw a plum tree standing there, and smelled the fragrance of plum blossoms in full bloom on the tree.
The whole poem does not contain the word "mei", but the artistic conception expressed in it is extraordinary and fascinating.
"Don't let people boast about the color, just let the air fill the sky!"
"The word Zhuji! The word Zhuji!"
"Such an ingenious work, rare in the world!"
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People who hear poetry are all impressed! Appreciation generations are all amazed!
He Huailiang was also immersed in it for a while, and then gradually healed, exhaling a long breath, and he carefully put the poem back on the table.
He admits that his "Song Mei" is really inferior to this song "Mo Mei". The two are simply difficult to compare. It is almost the same in the sky and the other underground, and the artistic conception alone is a thousand miles apart.
But he didn't admit that he was inferior to this Taoist priest.
He He Huailiang memorized poems at the age of three, wrote essays at the age of five, and was able to create his own poems at the age of seven. He wrote a hundred poems at the age of nineteen, selected 21 poems, bound them into a book, and named them "Huailiang Poems" , Published in major bookstores.
At the age of 21, he wrote the next song "Sigh for the Red Dust" in Jiangnan Qingteng Academy. It was a blockbuster and was awarded the title of "Poetry Jun". What an honor.
will be able to make better poems in the future, he doesn't know, but he knows very well that this "Sigh for the Red Dust" is his current pinnacle work.
This poem was personally praised by the current cabinet scholars, and it was also included in the library of the Dasheng Dynasty. After reading it by many celebrities, it was also praised.
With his talent, it is not difficult to get fame and fame. It’s just that he has already been in official careers in his family, and he doesn’t want him to be involved in the complicated and dark officialdom. Therefore, he would rather be a romantic talent and wander around the world. Red dust.
Although the poem written by this Taoist priest is rare, it is still overshadowed by his "Sigh for the Red Dust".
doesn't have to feel inferior because of this.
Maybe this poem is already the master of the Taoist priest?
Maybe he only got this one?
Of course, maybe this Taoist priest is indeed very literary, so he is very talented!
Although he looks young and unknown, but the world is so big, there are so many capable people and strangers, everything is possible.
"The Taoist poem is really wonderful! He just opened his eyes today, I really admire it! Admire it!"
He Huailiang bowed his hands, his attitude has changed, and said in a salute.
"Don't dare! Don't dare! In fact, this poem is also borrowed from others by the trail. It's just because you show love, the trail can't bear Yaxing, so I wrote it down as a last resort. I really don't dare to claim credit and I am ashamed!"
He Huailiang felt a little relieved when he said this.
"The Taoist leader is humble!"
He immediately looked at the Qingpao scholar on the side, and the man suddenly understood. Although he was convinced, his attitude was still a little reluctant.
"The Daoist will forgive me! It’s me who didn’t know Taishan and offended you. Your lord has a lot of them. Please don’t wait with me for general knowledge."
Whether or not the poem was original by him, but the other party did write it first, and everyone present praised it unanimously.
a seven-foot man, what he said was like splashing water. He would naturally not break his promise, and Young Master He had indicated that this face was still to be given, so he stepped forward directly to Wang Yan to apologize.
When the other scholars saw this, they followed suit and apologized.
Wang Yan returned the courtesy one by one, with a few words of courtesy. Originally, they planned to invite Wang Yan into the restaurant to have a banquet, saying that they were making friends with each other~IndoMTL.com~, but Wang Yan shied away, only saying that they were okay. If you have time to get together another day, please resign and leave.
Regarding his name and Taoist Temple, he did not disclose his name and the Taoist Temple in order to avoid trouble.
But after this battle, the poem "Mo Mei" quickly spread throughout the major colleges of Fucheng, and even the streets and alleys in a short period of time.
And this poem was written by a young Taoist priest who did not want to be named, and it became widely circulated.
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On that day, Wang Yan returned to Songfeng Temple, and nothing happened all night.
Early the next morning, Wang Yan and his master set off at the hour of the hour, and arrived outside the main gate of Laoshan Academy within about two quarters of an hour.
Today is the first day of the scholastic assembly, which is the day when the disciples inside the Laoshan Academy are assessed. The subjects of the assessment are all newly recruited disciples from the previous session. The number of students is small, and two examination rooms are occupied. There are four trials in the morning and afternoon.
There are close guards around the examination room, no one is allowed to approach, no one is allowed to make a loud noise in the vicinity, and offenders will be deprived of the qualification to participate in the conference.
All the guests and judges invited by the Academy, and even court officials, will be led to visit the Academy for one day today, familiar with the environment, in order to prepare for the highlight of tomorrow.
Among the many guests, there is no shortage of celebrities and talents. The two Taoist priests, Wang Yan and Master, live in it, which seems a bit abrupt.
Fortunately, others didn’t care too much. They just followed the scholar who led the way, carefully remembering the path, and the area where they would arrive tomorrow.
Most of them are invited to Laoshan Academy for the first time. It is normal to be unfamiliar with the environment inside. Even if some have been there, because they are old and forgetful, they still have to help their memories. a bit.