At this moment, He Baichuan walked into the hall. Just now, he couldn't calm down. He went to a secluded place by the lake to get some air. He had already heard a little bit about what happened in the hall. He heard that Lou Qingyi had left.
, feeling disappointed in my heart.
I originally wanted to say hello and say goodbye to a few familiar scholars, but I unexpectedly heard that the person being talked about was Lou Qingyi's husband-in-law, the man who "took" away his beloved.
When someone saw He Baichuan coming in, they whispered to their companions. After all, the scene where He Baichuan and Dan Teng were competing just now was seen, and no one wanted to get into trouble.
But there were those indifferent scholars who thought to themselves and said loudly: "I thought that He Baichuan's poems and paintings would win the first place in today's poetry meeting. I never thought that as soon as "Taishan Pictures" and "Looking at the Moon" came out, the difference would be clear.
, on this point... Haha, don’t you have any opinions?"
Once the excellent works at the poetry meeting are ranked, it will not take long for them to spread in Jiangling. What the scholars talk about and what is sung in the brothels and brothels will be these poems. As for the paintings, although they cannot be passed down orally,
But it will inevitably become the object of competition for copying in art galleries.
In short, the person who is ranked first in poetry and painting must be famous far and wide.
In fact, there is not much difference between the first place and the second place.
But for He Baichuan, who had won the first place many times and suddenly became the second place, the loss in his heart was difficult to conceal no matter what.
He crossed his arms and greeted his companions, but there was a faint gloomy look between his eyebrows.
Seeing this, some people have already begun to comfort him: "Brother Baichuan, your literary talents are known to the lower classes. Those poems and paintings may be someone who made a joke on us, so don't pay too much attention to it!"<
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What he said was not fabricated.
Every year at the Poetry Festival, some great scholars and painters from Gangneung would participate under pseudonyms, not for winning any prizes, but just to show off their masterpieces in a new identity. Look, without the blessing of great scholars and painters,
Whether your works will be appreciated and sought after by scholars.
Of course, this kind of practice is rare, and only bohemian people like Lu Wuya do it.
The man's voice comforting He Baichuan was not very loud, but it still fell into the ears of some people, and it was quickly recognized by some people: "This matter is very likely..."
"Brother Baichuan, please be at ease. When you reach Lord Shen's age, I'm afraid your achievements will be even greater..."
It can be seen that He Baichuan is quite popular among scholars. When someone said this, many people agreed.
He Baichuan had no choice but to thank everyone repeatedly, his face felt like a spring breeze, but his heart seemed to be bleeding. Is it possible for a poet and painter to inscribe a crooked poem on the front of "Taishan Picture"?
I’m afraid even someone as informal as Lu Wuya wouldn’t be able to do it!
Moreover, based on his intuition, this painting and poem were not written by Lou Qingyi.
The two have known each other since they were children. Although Lou Qingyi's poems and paintings are displayed in the form of a fusion of poetry and painting, and the brilliance of calligraphy and painting, the style of painting and poetry are completely different from those of "Mount Tai" and "Looking at the Mountains", and are obviously done by men.<
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However, the steward of the Poetry Club said with certainty that the poems and paintings were given to them by Lou Qingyi's maid.
Based on the above situation, He Baichuan felt vaguely uneasy.
He already had an answer in his mind, but this answer was the one he least wanted to see.
He Baichuan weighed it up in a very short period of time. If he turned around and left at this time, he might leave an excuse for others, saying that he was not broad-minded enough and could not tolerate others' magnanimity.
And isn’t tonight’s poetry recital a great opportunity for him to show off his talent?
Who doesn’t like the name of Jiangling’s most talented person?
The previous poems and paintings suddenly raised the poetry meeting to an unprecedented height. While He Baichuan was hit hard, he also saw opportunities.
I can't write such a poem or make such a painting, but there is really no problem with the evaluation.
With this poem and a painting as the basis, coupled with his exquisite comments, it was enough for him to steal the show in front of everyone.
Thinking of this, He Baichuan secretly made up his mind.
He calmed down a little and said: "Everyone, there are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people. He has been favored by you in the past few years and has made great achievements in this poetry meeting. However, He also knows that his talents are limited and he has little knowledge in poetry and painting.
What?
It's possible, but in front of the great scholars, masters of calligraphy and painting, it's just a mere imitation, just showing off one's ugliness."
He paused and then said slowly: "Just now when you were reviewing the poems and paintings of "Mount Tai" and "Looking at the Mountains", although I was not present, I was deeply shocked when I heard you talk about it..."
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He raised his voice and first commented on the hanging masterpieces of poetry and painting one by one.
He Baichuan's reputation was not in vain. When he commented, he quoted classics and scriptures, every word of which was precise, and Zi Liang and other scholars nodded frequently.
It took almost as long as a stick of incense to finish appraising more than a dozen masterpieces one by one.
Ziliang took the lead and applauded: "Brother Baichuan is really the best among Jiangling's talents. His comments on these poems and paintings just now are very agreeable to my heart. There are some words that I can't think of even if I try hard. I really learned a lesson. I learned a lot."
Yeah!"
"Where, where?" He Baichuan crossed his hands and saluted, "Brother Ziliang is so complimentary."
He immediately changed the topic: "Weng Shen's review was very good. Now, He has the shamelessness to review this song "Wang Yue" again, which is a good way to attract others!"
The people who came to the poetry meeting today are all scholars, but if we break it down, those who write poetry are far better than those who paint, and "Wang Yue" is undoubtedly the focus of people's discussion.
Moreover, He Baichuan has never seen "Taishan Picture", so it is most appropriate to comment on the poem.
Ziliang walked to his side and said: "Brother Baichuan, it's a pity that my mentor criticized this poem, but he and Lu Weng left early soon.
We have been commenting on this poem just now. Although we feel that this poem is brilliant in literary talent and profound in artistic conception, we have not been able to get the essence of it through careful review. It is very confusing. Brother Baichuan can't do anything better than to help us clear up our doubts at this time.
."
Everyone agreed and said yes.
Someone said: "Brother Baichuan's review just now gave me an enlightenment. Now reviewing the top masterpieces in tonight's poetry meeting will give me an opportunity to learn. Everyone, do you think this is true?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone agreed.
With a smile on his face, He Baichuan crossed his hands and saluted again: "I don't dare, I don't dare, I just said it, it's just to attract others. If what I said is inappropriate or inappropriate, I hope you guys will point it out."
Ziliang urged with a smile: "Brother Baichuan, please stop being humble and teach me a lesson!"
This chapter has been completed!