"The clouds and trees wrap around the dike and the sand, the roaring waves roll up the snow, and the natural chasm has no end."
"The city is lined with jewels, the houses are filled with jewels, and the rich and luxurious compete for each other."
Song Mu's writing style was very smooth, and this poem "Looking at the Tide: Southeast Xingsheng" written by his predecessor Liu Yong also appeared on the page in an instant.
But when writing this half-que, almost no one in the room noticed anything strange. Only those who were close to the writing desk, or who were about to step forward to write poems, noticed Song Mu's movements.
A talented man with some curiosity walked forward and stood on Song Mu's side and looked at the papers on the table.
But the next moment, he suddenly took a breath of cold air, then suddenly raised his head and greeted another scholar at the desk.
The man walked over with some confusion and looked at the poems written by Song Mu. After a moment, he also raised his head suddenly.
The two people moved in unison, looked at each other, and let out a somewhat surprised exclamation, which immediately attracted the attention of several talented people around them. Then someone else came forward, but at that moment, they heard the talented person who noticed it first speak in a low voice.
recite.
"The southeast shape wins, the three Wu cities..."
"The lakes are stacked with Qingjia. There are three autumn osmanthus trees and ten miles of lotus flowers. The Qiang pipes clear the sky, the watermelon songs fill the night, and the old lotus babies play and fish."
A few words came out of the other person's mouth, but they were unexpectedly very catchy. At that moment, someone stopped talking, turned their ears, and listened to the talented man reciting slowly.
And as the scholar slowly recited the poems on the white paper, the extremely grand rhetoric at the beginning made everyone around him unable to sit still.
"Is this a song?"
"The scenery in the southeast, the three Wu cities, and hundreds of thousands of homes. This is the scenery of Lin'an that I describe. Such magnificent words, well, it has a unique charm."
"Hey, it's a bit extraordinary. Is it another powerful and talented poem?"
Immediately, someone stood up and looked towards the desk. There was a bit of curiosity and surprise on their faces.
Although this literary meeting will last for a long time, and there are even some talented people who have written excellent poems, by now, everyone feels a little tired.
And because of a poem by Zhang Xingyang, it almost set the tone of this cultural conference at this moment.
After racking their brains, all the talented people were thinking about it, hoping to win the game again in the evening.
But at this moment, someone actually wrote a poem that sounded very good.
It was just a few words, but it made people feel a mysterious feeling coming over them.
When other people saw someone getting up, they naturally looked away. Some people listened carefully to the poem that was written, and some people looked at Song Mu who was writing. They all whispered at the moment, talking about this tall young man.
Who exactly are people?
When they asked around, no one knew who this person was. Only a few people who had had some dealings with Song Mu before told everyone that he came with Master Shen's invitation.
They looked a little frustrated when they heard this, but the next moment, their frustration turned into surprise.
"Thousands of horses with tall teeth, drunkenly listening to the drums, chanting and appreciating the haze, looking forward to the beautiful scenery in the future, returning to Fengchi to praise it."
Na Juzi read out the last line of poetry written by Song Mu, and at this moment Song Mu had also filled in the title of the poem.
"Looking at the Tide·Southeast Formation"
Song Mu wrote this legendary poem with complete reservation. The next moment, all the talents present suddenly felt a buzzing in their heads, and the next moment, they felt the surge of literary energy around them.
Countless pieces of white paper scattered on the ground were clattering at this moment. I saw the sudden surge of talent on the paper with gorgeous words written on it. In an instant, it stirred up the literary spirit and turned into a tornado!
The majestic tornado of literary spirit swept through the entire attic almost in a moment. The concentrated and extremely rich literary spirit made everyone in the room stand up immediately!
Wen Chengyong had also put down the cup in his hand, and stood up in surprise. Zhang Xingyang also lost his calm expression just now, and now his face was slightly surprised. As for Shu Fang, he was staring at each other with several people at the same table.
His expression was astonished.
"Brother Song, what is his background?"
Next to him, Dai Mingliang's face was already very excited, but he tried his best to suppress it, and now he secretly moved closer to the place where the poems and plaques were waiting to be made.
Song Mu also felt the huge literary spirit in front of him at this moment, but he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
There are seven levels of talent, but there is only one small difference between them. It is a poem with eight levels of talent, so there is no problem.
Song Mu also immediately took action. With the help of this poetic talent, the Dantian in his body immediately started to circulate, and the gathered literary energy was quickly poured into Song Mu's body.
Wen Chengyong had already walked forward from the crowd, and came to the book desk amidst the surprised eyes of the talented people. He looked at the piece of paper with lyrics written on it next to the tall young figure in front of him.
"Seven talents?"
Wen Chengyong frowned and said, with a look of surprise on his face and a hint of interest.
When the talented people around him heard what the Master said, they all looked surprised.
"It turns out to be a poem of extraordinary talent. Has our literary society ever had such a poem?"
"I'm afraid this poem is more talented than Qi Dou. I once saw a Qi Dou poem come out, but it was a bit weaker than this one."
"In any case, this poetry writing is a testament to his mastery and talent. I have never seen this kind of poetry with my own eyes."
Several people gathered in front of Song Mu were talking in various directions, but soon they all boiled down to one question.
That is the person in front of me who wrote this legendary poem. Who is it?
As soon as this question came to everyone's mind, there was almost no solution. Wen Chengyong saw that Song Mu was concentrating on absorbing the literary spirit of this poem. He did not bother him at this moment. He just called a small official to come forward. The other person immediately flipped the book and according to the
The description of the people around me, I saw the other person’s name under Mr. Shen’s invitation.
"Your Excellency, according to the information on his waist card, this person is a talented man from Jizhou Prefecture, Jiangnan West Road. His name is Song Mu."
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Have you seen it somewhere?
But at this time, a scholar next to him suddenly screamed, and then said with a face of surprise,
"You are from Jiangnan West Road, or from Jizhou Prefecture. Could it be that this year's Jiangnan West Road provincial examination candidate is Jieyuan? That person's name is Song Mu!"
"Are you talking about Song Mu, whose poems have been published in Tianwen Magazine for almost two palms?"
"How can this be?"
Everyone who reacted was immediately astonished, and the scholar was also a little confused at the moment, but soon, the boy had copied the poem and recited it loudly outside.
"Song Mu, a talented scholar from Jizhou Prefecture, Jiangnan West Road, congratulates Lin'an..."
The chanter opened his mouth and chanted loudly, and the words in this amazing poem spread to the surroundings one by one.
But at this moment, the people below have stopped one after another.
They didn't know what happened on the pavilion, but they saw on the viewing platform, a white air suddenly rose into the sky, and as the white air rose, the vast scene suddenly unfolded.
It was obviously a winter evening, but everyone felt a bit warm, and someone suddenly pointed to the sky and shouted in surprise.
"Look, what is that in the sky?"
After everyone heard this, they all looked at the sky. They saw the clouds in the sky changing rapidly, and then turned into various brilliant lights in an instant, shining into the city.
The city seemed to be sparkling in the setting sun and clouds.
At the same time, they had just heard the person reciting the content of the poem. The person who recited it seemed to still have some unfinished meaning, and he even shouted something.
"Everyone, this is a top-notch poem with seven talents. The meaning of the words is astonishing! It was written for me, Lin'an, and it is a masterpiece!"
As he said this, on the red cloth spread out on the attic, a craftsman sweating profusely began to copy the poem.
But this time, the position of this poem directly surpassed the poem written by Zhang Xingyang just now. The bright gold characters slowly appeared on the red cloth against the backdrop of the sky.
The common people looked up one after another, seeing this scene and hearing what the other party said, and they all looked surprised.
In the square, Dai Mingde had already stood up from his stool when he heard the man start reciting poems. At this moment, when the other person finished shouting, he immediately shouted loudly and shouted.
"Great lyrics! I finally saw the lyrics written by Song Jieyuan on the spot, and they were actually written for me, Lin'an!"
When the people nearby saw Dai Mingde so happy and heard him say this, the little fat man suddenly paused.
"Brother Dai, what did you just say? Song Jieyuan?"
Several people had just recovered from the vision that filled the sky. At this moment, they were suddenly stunned, and the expressions on their faces suddenly became extremely excited the next moment.
"Brother Dai, is this Song Jieyuan the one we have been talking about, the Song Jieyuan who took the Jiangnan West Road provincial examination this year?"
Dai Mingde's face was filled with a proud smile and he nodded heavily.