Seeing the night falling, the lights are on the Qujiang Pond, the people on the side are bustling, and from time to time there are some small vendors interspersed in the crowd to sell, but they don't dare to raise their voices, because tonight's protagonists are the talents in the middle of the Qujiang Pond.Seeing that the time was almost up, Li Er said: "Ladies and gentlemen, the time is almost starting, there are a lot of talents in this poetry meeting, and if you delay it any longer, I am afraid that it will be late at night if you can't appreciate a few poems."
Fang Aiqing, this first question is up to you. ”Fang Xuanling stood up and bowed, "Your Majesty in person, how dare the old minister trespass?"
This first question should be given by His Majesty. ”"Where is it, the monarch and the people will have fun today, and wait for the top three to be evaluated, and I will come up with the last question."
Li Er laughed.Everyone echoed one after another, Fang Xuanling no longer shirked, as the left servant of the Tang Dynasty, he was the first prime minister with real power, and he was naturally qualified to come up with the question, the first question was not too difficult, Fang Xuanling let him write poems based on the seasons.Soon the sound of the horn and the sound of the order shouted towards the painting boats on the Qujiang Pond, the first question, to the season as a poem, the theme of the rhythm is not limited, and the time limit is two incense.In the closest painting boat to the emperor and others, it was Changsun Chong, the initiator of this poetry meeting, who smiled confidently after hearing this topic, pediatric topic, why do you need two sticks of incense?
You can make two masterpieces within a stick of incense."
Well, since it's a summer Qujiangchi poetry meeting, and it's night, it's a good time."
After pondering for a moment, Eldest Sun Chong began to write his answer sheet with a wave of his hand.In order to organize this poetry meeting, the imperial court is also really willing to spend money, not only the lights along the coast, the painting boat on the water, but even the four treasures of the painting boat are complete, no need for students to bring anything, even the paper used is the best rice paper in the Tang Dynasty, second only to the palace used.This is also this time of the tenth year of Zhenguan, if it is placed four years ago in Zhenguan, when the queen in the palace bowed down to grow vegetables to eat, and the emperor led the horse team to train by the way, its national conditions can be seen, the Tang Dynasty is afraid of the tinkling of poverty, and the whole country is tightening its belts in order to take revenge on the Eastern Turks in the north, not to mention a luxurious poetry meeting.After the first question came out, Du Shaoqing was biting the pen to recall those works he would know, after Yu Shinan's guidance, he naturally knew that it was best to compose poems that should be invited to the occasion, only after the current scenery was not obtained, he would give full play to the association and find another way, but that kind of poetry is one layer worse in terms of substitution, at least the audience has to diverge their imagination when they taste it.I don't know why, seeing the moonlight tonight, a seven-character quatrain appeared in Du Shaoqing's mind, it was an autumn evening poem by Du Mu in the Tang Dynasty, and he shook his head, Du Shaoqing laughed at himself, how could he think of her?
No, I should be thinking about my daughter, I haven't seen my child for many days.When he entered the garden and got on the boat before, Du Shaoqing looked towards the emperor from a distance, and vaguely saw a group of women behind the queen, but the distance was too far to see real, and he didn't know if his daughter came with her.It is said that she ran away from marriage back then, so she should have had a bad time in the palace.As far as his mind goes, Du Shaoqing has unconsciously begun to write, with a handful of beautiful block letters, between a few breaths, twenty-eight words have been written: silver candle autumn light cold painting screen, light Luo small fan fluttering fireflies.The night is as cool as water, and you can sit and watch the morning glory Vega.Seeing that he finished writing the answer sheet, the newspaper scholar next to him couldn't help but praise softly: "Good poems, good poems!"
Childe is very talented, but this poem is a little off, it's summer, you wrote in autumn, do you consider redoing it?
”Du Shaoqing smiled and shook his head, "No need, that's it, please hand in the paper for me." ”After signing the name, Du Shaoqing handed the answer sheet to the reporter, these are the junior students selected from the Guozijian, and they can also experience and learn a thing or two here, so as to enhance their knowledge.At this moment, the sound of two people arguing came from the painting boat next to him, and Du Shaoqing vaguely heard a familiar voice, "Just hand over the paper, my own poems, what if you are willing to write one less sentence?"
”This voice?
Why is it so like a girl in Wuzhao, hehe, how is this possible, Xu is hallucinating, this poetry meeting is all for men, and there will be no women, so it should be similar to the sound.Unconsciously, Du Shaoqing remembered the innocent girl with a very individuality, it was really interesting, and they all said that if they were given marriage, they had to accept their fate and marry, otherwise they would resist the decree, but who noticed this girl, she didn't seem to be afraid of resisting the decree, and agreed to regret marrying herself.The time is very soon, that is, ten minutes of time in later generations, such a short time to make a poem, it is really a bit harsh, but compared to the Three Kingdoms Cao Zijian seven steps into a poem, it is far inferior, so the officials of the assessment are not too strict, and they can't cut down eighty percent of the people in one round, which inevitably hurts the students' contention."
Okay, colleagues, I have a good song here, please enjoy: the green trees are thick and the summer days are long, and the buildings are reflected in the pond.The crystal curtain moves in the breeze, and the shelves are full of incense. ”The great Confucian Chu Liang praised loudly, and chanted the work on the spot.Although Chu Liang is not young, he is full of energy and has a loud voice, and the people around him hear it clearly and applaud."
Who is this masterpiece?
Quite meaningful, extraordinary!
”Yan Shigu asked."
Let me take a look, oh, no wonder, it turned out to be the son of Qi Guogong, the eldest grandson Chong, and they all said that this child was the first talent among the young generation in Chang'an, and now it seems to be true, not fake."
Chu Liang touted, smiled and looked at the eldest grandson Wuji, the uncle of the country, the other party's chubby round face was also full of smiles, and he didn't forget to bow his hands to the surroundings to be modest.At this moment, a dissatisfaction came out, and everyone looked back, it turned out to be the great Confucian Yao Silian, "It's bullshit, it's humiliating, what kind of competition are you going to participate in?"
”"Oh?
Jane Yao Silian's words, what kind of poems can trigger your old temper?
”Yan Shigu joked that colleagues all know that Yao Siliancai's knowledge is recognized by everyone, but this straight temper is also famous.Directly threw the answer sheet in front of him, Yao Silian said angrily: "The old man can't read it, and he can't make sense of bullshit." ”Coincidentally, this thin answer sheet did not land, but fell at Xu Jingzong's feet, Xu Jingzong picked it up with a smile, and looked at the answer sheet and read it out directly, "Chang'an has just been summer, playing on the Qujiang Pond, catching fish and wine, catching shrimp and making a bowl."
Poof" just finished reading, Xu Jingzong couldn't help but burst out laughing, it was really a good poem, no wonder it could trigger Yao Silian's temper.Many examiners shook their heads, these talents are also uneven, and it is inevitable that some fish and eyes are mixed.But Yan Shi Guduo asked: "Lao Xu, if you dare to write this kind of poem about fishing and catching shrimp in front of Your Majesty, you won't be a nameless." ”"I'll take a look, oh, it turns out to be Cheng Chumo, the eldest son of Duke Lu."
When Cheng Yanjin heard this, he was furious: "Don't talk nonsense surnamed Xu, what's wrong with the poems written by my old Cheng's son?"
”Everyone laughed, Li Er's original frowning brows were loosened at once, and tears fell from laughter, I thought it was some superficial naughty boy teasing poetry, but I didn't expect it to be that living treasure, but Lao Cheng also stood up to protect the calf, not to mention that your son is poor in poetry, but relies on other examiners, this father and son are also wonderful.ps: Today's three consecutive releases, thank you for your support.