Following Xia Gui's adjustment, Yan Jiu'an's figure appeared on several large screen walls.
Yan Jiu'an's image spoke to everyone, saying that he was old and frail and was no longer able to participate in such a grand event as the flag pavilion mural painting. After careful consideration, he decided to withdraw and recommended Su Wen to participate in the flag pavilion mural painting.
Then he elaborated on the rules for painting walls in the flag pavilion.
The flag pavilion painting wall can be temporarily replaced, but not everyone is eligible to play.
In the picture, Yan Jiu'an is waving his sleeves, and poems written by Su Wen appear on the walls on both sides.
From "Peach Blossom Collection" to "Pear Blossom Collection", there are also some poems Su Wen recited sporadically when he returned to the ruins, and appended to a few short poems after "Pear Blossom Collection".
Guests who can appear on such an occasion will naturally be able to appreciate the value of the poems on the screen wall without Yan Jiuan's interpretation.
Especially when reciting in a low voice, I feel that the Chinese spirit is permeating it, which is even more shocking.
"Excellent work! This man has such a talent... Why is his reputation so low? Is it because the literary world of Yan State is closed? These sour and stinky scholars who have killed a thousand swords can only sing softly behind closed doors. What's the point?
This is poetry, this is the sword, this is the great road!"
The big man was so shocked by some of Su Wen's poems that he trembled all over, especially the poem "Kill one person in ten steps, leave no trace in a thousand miles", which made him feel heroic and passionate. He raised his head and roared loudly.
The pleasure of laughter is just that in the midst of a grand event, one cannot get carried away and can only use a hammer-like fist to hammer the side of the boat to vent one's inner emotions.
"As you all know from these poems, Su Wen is talented and talented. He competes with two poetry leaders on my behalf. Do you have any opinions?"
At the end of the picture, Yan Jiuan's voice was calm and filled with joy.
"No comment!"
The strong man with a loud voice in the lake was the first to respond: "Such talent cannot be buried. Master Yan has made way for a great talent. I admire him! If anyone objects, I, Yan Shiliu, will be the first to let him go."
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"...Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please keep your voice down."
It's just that the other people in Yanliu's boat looked strange, and someone came to one side to persuade him to keep quiet.
As the Crown Prince of Yan, the sixteenth son of Crown Prince Yan, and the grandson of the Emperor of Yan State, his words and deeds represent the face of the entire Yan State.
"Why do you have to keep your voice down? What I said is not unreasonable!"
Yan Shiliu groaned.
"There is nothing you can't do..."
At this time, Lu Chen of Yan State expressed that he had no objection.
"agree……"
Xu Xuanbao from Jingchu also spoke out.
"But rules are rules. Since Su Wen participated in the flag pavilion painting for Master Yan, according to the rules, he should be able to innovate and create a new poem to prove his ability to compete with Masters Xu and Lu on the same stage."
A low voice sounded.
Everyone nodded again and again.
In the past, when people were replaced on the flag pavilion wall painting, the replacement would often create a new word card to show their own strength.
"Of course, it should be so."
Soon, everyone formed a consensus.
"Master Xu is good at writing about feuds, and Master Lu is good at composing new lyrics. If Mr. Su can write two poems, one based on Master Xu's famous lyrics and a new poem, then he can prove that he is qualified to compete with Master Xu.
He is qualified to compete in poetry!"
Someone made a malicious comment.
Of course, those who can express their opinions in such a place will most of the time have their opinions taken seriously.
Soon, Xia Gui conveyed Wanyunlou's will.
In principle, Wan Yunlou, Xu Xuanbao, and Lu Chen agreed to Su Wen replacing Yan Jiu'an, but he had to write two poems to prove that he was qualified to compete on the same stage.
Just like the conditions imposed by good people, Xu Xuanbao asked Su Wen to compose a lyric on the spot, and the lyrics were titled "Slow Sound".
The name of this brand mentioned by Xu Xuanbao was the first article that made him famous when he was young, and it is of great significance.
Lu Chen's request didn't seem to be high, but what he wanted was a long tune. He asked Su Wen to write a long new poem. What's the specific content... It was Xu Xuanbao's best poem about boudoir, or romance, etc.
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It seemed that Lu Chen was trying to embarrass Su Wen, but anyone with a discerning eye knew that Lu Chen was actually teasing Xu Xuanbao.
"Two poems at once, isn't it too deceiving?" When Xia Gui presented the request in front of Su Wen, he looked at Su Wen with some worry.
Yan Jiuan came to Su Wen because he had confidence in Su Wen, but Xia Gui was different. He simply believed that a dead horse should be treated as a live doctor and he would give it a try.
"It's okay...speak slowly?"
Su Wen only felt that... Xu Xuanbao was also a cheating person who could write such a poem.
He immediately asked Yan Jiu'an to reproduce Xu Xuanbao's lyrics, and he was relieved when he found that it was not the one he imagined.
"Write it here and it will appear on the screen wall."
Seeing that Su Wen didn't know where to start, Xia Gui casually made pen, ink, paper and inkstone appear in front of Su Wen.
"Little friend, I will help you sharpen your ink."
Yan Jiuan said with a smile.
"Don't dare bother Master Yan with such a trivial matter!"
Sun Yehou, however, had sharp eyes and quick hands. He jumped aside and helped Su Wen grind the ink.
Only then did he and Zhang Yu recover from the shock.
Especially Zhang?, he was still in a state of disbelief at this time.
He obviously brought Su Wen and Sun Yehou to enjoy the flower wine, but he didn't even drink two glasses of the eight-year-old grape wine from Kun Yuan. Su Wen took part in the flag pavilion mural painting for Yan Jiu'an... If he was sure that he didn't drink too much, Zhang
?They all thought they were drunk and dreaming about such an incredible scene.
Seeing that Sun Yehou had arrived first and snatched the job of helping Su Wen polish ink, he quickly said: "How about I spread the paper for you?"
Su Wen glanced at him with disgust, already picked up his pen, moistened the ink, and started writing on the rice paper.
"Slow voice..."
Su Wen said softly.
"clank!"
As Su Wen started writing, a singer on the high platform also played a slow tune with her bare hands.
"Looking and searching, deserted and miserable."
Since we need to express resentment and worry, Su Wen really can’t think of a few other poets who can compare with Li Qingzhao.
In particular, Jushi Yi An has a song called "Slow Voice".
Su Wen put pen to paper and his handwriting appeared on the screen wall of the high platform.
"What a fast Wensi!"
In the boat on the lake, bursts of exclamations erupted again.
"Good calligraphy! Good calligraphy and good artistic conception!"
An expert will know if it is there as soon as he makes a move. Likewise, only an expert can see the artistic conception contained in a short sentence.
"It's most difficult to breathe when it's warm and then cold."
Su Wen's writing was flying, without any trace of accumulation: "How can three glasses and two glasses of light wine defeat him? The wind is blowing late at night?"
"The wild goose has passed by, and I am sad, but we are old acquaintances."
"good words!"
Unlike the younger generations who are eager to applaud and express their appreciation, many elders in the literary world are very reserved, but after seeing Su Wen's writing to this day, he also feels the beauty in it.
Even if they deliberately raise their aesthetic standards and are unwilling to use words of praise, they still have to consider the literary style that falls from the sky.
Wen Qi circled around the high platform and landed on a painting boat, which was the boat Su Wen was on.
On the high platform, the singer who was playing the melody of "Slow Voice" was also infiltrated by the literary spirit and gained a lot of benefits. After the installation was completed, even Xu Xuanbao couldn't help but nod his head, indicating that this piece of poetry was far away.
Based on "Slow Voice" which I wrote when I was young.
"The consequences will be terrifying."
Lu Chen also praised loudly. He really didn't expect that Su Wencai was so quick in thinking. If he didn't know some inside information, he would really suspect that all this was arranged by the Liang Dynasty in advance.
He and Xu Xuanbao had already heard the news about Yan Jiuan's injury and made some targeted adjustments.
Of course, he and Xu Xuanbao were both arrogant and arrogant people, and it was impossible to kill Yan Jiu'an in private. They even felt that Yan Jiu'an's failure to appear on the wall of the flag pavilion was a loss to them.
After all, a good opponent is hard to find in life. Unexpectedly, although Yan Jiu'an retreated, Su Wen's edge seemed to be sharper than that of Yan Jiu'an when he was young.
"The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, and they are haggard and damaged. Who can pick them now?"
The two great poets had their own thoughts, but Su Wen was quicker to write.
"Watching the window, how can you be alone in the dark?"
"The sycamore trees are drizzling more and more, and at dusk, it's drizzle."
"This time, how come the word "shou" is so special?"
In the end, Su Wen changed his writing style and revealed all the lower parts of the poem.
Suddenly there were little drops of rain falling from the sky.
"Wenqi! Wenqi has become a substance and raindrops have fallen!" Someone was shocked to discover the mystery of rain.
There is no need for anyone to judge, the declining literary style is enough to prove the value of this song "Slow Voice".
"Far better than I used to be..."
Xu Xuanbao beat the time, recalling Su Wen's slow voice.
On another painting boat not far away, Lu Chen raised his wine glass: "What a 'three cups and two light wines, how can I defeat him late at night and the wind blows'!"
He sighed repeatedly: "Sure enough, a new generation replaces an old one. It's impossible not to recognize the old!"
"I'll help you put it away."
Zhang? looked at the rice paper on the table in front of him and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
"Ah……"
Xia Guique sneered and waved his hand, and the manuscript paper for "Slow Sound" that he had just written on the desk fell into his hand. After folding it carefully, he put it into his sleeve.
Seeing that Xia Gui had taken away the poem manuscript, Zhang? could only laugh and did not dare to ask for it.
But at this time, Su Wen got wet with pen and ink, pondered for a moment, and then started writing again.
"Qi's family."
Su Wen wrote down the name of the word brand, and then began to compose lyrics:
"In late autumn, a light rain falls on the courtyard. The chrysanthemums on the threshold are sparse, and the wells are scattered and scattered with smoke..."
"The text was written so quickly..."
Sounds of surprise suddenly came from many boats in the lake.
Many people are still immersed in the sad and sad scene outlined in "Slow Voice" and have not yet been able to escape from it. However, Su Wen began to write new words before he could fully incorporate the literary spirit brought by this new word into his body.
, this quick thinking impressed many people.
"Qi's... it's indeed a new word brand, I've never seen it before!"
The oiran on the high platform was even more surprised to find that as Su Wen finished writing, the guqin in front of her desk vibrated on its own and slowly played several long-tuned notes.
"Rhythmic resonance?"
Although she had been baptized by "Slow Voice", she still couldn't believe her eyes when she saw this scene.
This poem written by Su Wen unexpectedly triggered the interaction between music and poetry, and the harmony of the two paths!
"...the sound of crickets and decaying grass corresponds to the noise."
However, although the rhyme is slow, Su Wen's writing is extremely fast and eloquent. In one time, he completed the above seventy words.
"It is a long tune with slow lyrics and a desolate artistic conception. It is very close to the style of Master Xu Xuanbao. Although it is a little inferior, it is still inferior to my generation..."
Some commentators began to comment: "Let's see how he goes next."
"The days in the lonely house are like years. The wind and dew gradually change, and it's late at night..."
Su Wen dipped his hand in ink and waved it again, his thoughts not sluggish at all.
"No, this time there are three towers: upper, middle and lower..."
When Su Wen wrote "The sky is long and pure, the Jiang River is clear and shallow, and the moon is bright and beautiful," someone was keenly aware of the mystery of this poem.
The upper column creates the desolation of dusk and darkness, while the middle column describes the long night, the scenery, and the waves of people's hearts.
The lower column, supported by the upper and middle columns, is what the poet wants to express.
It's just that... in this way, the length of this poem may not be short.
"As expected!"
Some critics saw that Su Wen quickly completed the middle section, and the next section appeared on the screen wall:
"The scenery here is beautiful. It was a long time ago, and there were banquets in the evening and mornings. There were also wild and strange couples, who would hang out and sing and drink together..."
"...by the opposite window, turn off the light and face the dawn, hugging the shadow without sleep."
Two hundred and twelve words, Su Wen wrote it in one go.
"Boom..."
A majestic literary energy fell from the sky, turned into a violent storm, and set off waves of waves in the lake.
Note: "Qi Shi·Late Autumn" is a poem by Liu Yong. It is the second longest poem in the Song Dynasty, with a total of 212 words. The ancients commented on it: "After "Li Sao" was lonely for thousands of years, "Qi Shi" ended with a desolate song." In order not to
I won’t list the word water in full. I believe that all of you who have read poetry and books must have read the original words.