The second update is here, please collect and vote.
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The round-faced girl in red who was helping to polish the ink came to report the news happily. Su Jin was not surprised, but affected by her emotions, he also smiled and said: "Thank you for your hard work, girl. Without your help, I wouldn't be able to write well."
Words come.”
The round-faced girl couldn't help but feel happy. This little official from the Su family was really good at talking. He obviously had nothing to do with her, but he still tried to give her some credit. Although she knew he was being modest, she felt happy in her heart.
"The results of the competition are already clear. Among the five poems, "Magpie Bridge Immortal" comes out on top. The author of this poem is none other than the Su family's young master, so the Su family's young master wins..." Li Chong was so excited that his tone even increased a few tunes.
The four of them looked ashen, and Su Jin's lyrics were far superior to theirs. They had just scratched their heads and racked their brains to come up with the masterpiece that they were most proud of in their lives.
There is no need to think about it, and it can be done with just one stroke of the pen, but the wording and artistic conception are beyond the reach of many of my own.
This competition was indeed lost. The tall and thin young man stared at Su Jin's lyrics for a long time, and suddenly his eyes lit up and he shouted: "I'm off topic... I'm off topic..."
Everyone hurriedly turned to look, and the tall and thin young man's face was red with excitement, and he said hastily: "The topic that President Li asked was to write a poem with the theme of 'Farewell'. And this poem is clearly about reunion. This is not a digression.
We won, we won."
Everyone looked at him in shock as he raised his hands in celebration, the pity and contempt in his eyes undisguised.
Li Chong frowned and said: "Mr. Liu, what you are reading is 'Gold, wind, jade and dew will defeat each other as soon as they meet, and there are countless people in the world.' Is this the sentence?"
"Yes, isn't this written about meeting each other? It's exactly the same as the question you asked. I'm almost running to the City God's Temple from here, hahaha."
Li Chong sighed and said: "Master Liu, Master Liu, no wonder your lyrics have not been valued by others since you joined the "Luohua" club. It turns out that it's not that you don't want to write well, but that you really don't have the ability. This method is just right."
It is a breakthrough in the artistic conception of this word. When you see a fallen leaf, you know the arrival of autumn. When you see the drizzle, you think of spring water. This is what resonates with people. Let me ask, the difficulty of meeting each other and the joy of meeting are expressed in this word.
how?"
Mr. Liu said: "It has reached its extreme."
"Then can't you feel the pain of parting from this ultimate joy of meeting? The more joyful the meeting, the more heartbreaking lovesickness. The meaning of this poem is the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl Magpie Bridge Meeting.
We meet once a year. Do we still need to use words to express the feeling of parting after meeting?"
Su Jin nodded secretly, Li Chong had real talent and learning, and had the qualities of a real scholar, sentimental, rich in emotion, and good at associating and summarizing. This poem showed its unique meaning after a brief taste in his mouth.
Su Jin was also a talented Chinese scholar in later generations. The most common and pertinent evaluation given to him at the time for this poem was that he affirmed the epoch-making view of love in the last two sentences and denied the vulgar life of joy in the morning and evening.
, praising everlasting loyal love, which was rare in the era where Qin Guan lived, and this is where the essence of this poem lies.
Li Chong rarely harmed people directly, but this time he attacked Mr. Liu mercilessly. This was tantamount to saying that Mr. Liu was not talented enough and could not even read, let alone write.
Everyone looked at Young Master Liu pitifully. After making such a fool of himself, they probably wouldn't be able to see him at the next gathering of the Falling Flower Poetry Society. A few people who had almost agreed with Young Master Liu just now were secretly happy: It's okay. Don't be impulsive. It's better to hide your humility than to show off your ugliness. The ancients were sincere and I couldn't be deceived.
The crowd naturally gathered around Su Jin. Su Jin enjoyed the admiration of everyone as if they were star-struck, and felt content in his heart.
"Master Su is extremely talented. He is truly an unparalleled talent."
"This poem will soon be spread throughout the Song Dynasty, and Mr. Su's reputation will soon be unparalleled in the world. We are so lucky to be friends of Mr. Su!"
"I am truly lucky to be able to read Mr. Su's masterpieces."
The young men and talented women all spoke freely of their praises, and Su Jin was praised to the heavens.
What's more, several nymphomaniacs and young talented women started asking random questions.
"What kind of books does Mr. Su like to read? What kind of music do you listen to?"
"Mr. Su, what is your favorite color?"
"Master Su, who has had the greatest influence on you?"
"Mr. Su, what's your favorite dish? I'm not very talented, so my boiled fish head is barely enough..."
"Master Su..."
Su Jin was shocked. It turned out that ancient people were also able to chase stars and gossip. After coping with this, he was more tired than three days of farm work. He started to sweat all over his body and had to look at Li Chong as if asking for help.
Li Chong also felt that what this group of people had done was not very good, and they had completely lost their reserve and self-esteem. He couldn't help but sigh that he didn't know people well, so why did he blindly drag so many people into the poetry club.
"What are you doing? You are chattering away, you don't look like a scholar. Mr. Su is already a member of our "Luohua" club, and there will be many opportunities to meet him in the future. If he makes such a noise, will he dare to come in the future?" Li Chongyi said sternly. After some scolding, everyone stopped talking.
Everyone was ashamed of themselves and lost their manners, and they all hurriedly straightened their clothes and restrained themselves. Suddenly they heard Li Zhong softly say: "Master Su, please sign your name..."
Everyone almost lost their temper.
After finally calming down, Su Jin wanted to find the four people to work for free for a day tomorrow, but couldn't find them. After asking again, he found out that they had already taken advantage of the chaos. There was a small boat on the lake, carrying four failed people. The person fled in despair.
Next, Su Jin was famous in all directions, and he had a group of followers wherever he went. Su Jin was also forced to express some opinions on poetry. These theories were of course brought by later generations. They had novel views and unique insights. Everyone was dumbfounded. But after tasting it carefully, I think it makes sense.
For example, Su Jin euphemistically pointed out that the current literary style is more than graceful but not bold enough. This is a portrayal of the comfortable life of the contemporary literati. His words must talk about sorrow, but they are leisurely sorrows, and his sentences must be romantic, but they are pretentious, and there is a sense of unnecessary moaning. In the morbid mood, watching it makes people feel troubled.
Of course, Su Jin couldn't say it too directly. He said this, but he really liked this tone in his heart. This is the petty bourgeoisie sentiment, which is the welfare of the literati in the Northern Song Dynasty. Looking at which dynasties and generations have such a comfortable and wonderful life.
The more people listened, the more they felt that Su Jin didn't look like a businessman at all, and they couldn't identify him with the image of him holding an inkstone and photographing people just now as the same person. The more this happened, the more interested they became in Su Jin.
Unknowingly, at almost noon, three small boats arrived on the island carrying dozens of plates of wine and food, and they sat around in the pavilion to dine. The banquet they ordered was the fine banquet at Hefeng Tower.
While Su Jin was eating, he thought: We can't delay the business. I will make an advertisement as soon as they touch their mouths. Otherwise, these people will just throw up their legs and run away. Where can I catch them?
Lunch was over and after a short rest, Su Jin took out more than ten paintings of sisters Rou Niang and Huan Niang from the cloth bag like a dog-skin plaster seller, flattened them one by one and clamped them on the colorful rope, and everyone gathered around lazily.
Look, what’s painted on that painting is exactly a dozen of Su Ji’s latest high-end clothing renderings.
Li Zhong rolled his eyes. Su Jin still couldn't forget the purpose of coming, so he started to turn his poetry club into a shop. Since he had promised in advance, he couldn't stop him, so he had to gather around and watch together.
Su Jin coughed and started to sell clothes: "Fellow friends, I believe you have already heard about what I, Su Ji, did in Luzhou City recently. You may not have been there in person. Today is the meeting, and Su wants to discuss it with you.
A question about clothing."
Everyone was at a loss, and someone said: "Mr. Su, today is a gathering of social friends, when the time is to play Chinese poems and discuss poetry. Why are we talking about such mundane things as dressing up and serving people?"
Some people turned to see Li Zhong's reaction. Li Zhong was a master who didn't rub dirt in his eyes and would not tolerate Su Jin messing around here.
But Li Chong just looked on with a smile and his hands behind his back, seemingly indifferent to his intentions, which surprised everyone.
Su Jin chuckled and said: "I don't agree with what this dear friend just said. All of you here are top figures in Luzhou City. Brother Li can bring you all together to gather together every other month. What a grand event it is."
, How can such a gathering of elites only discuss poetry and nothing else? According to what I said below, this occasion should be an occasion where poetry, songs, scenery, chess, calligraphy and painting, as well as clothing, food, housing and transportation can all be discussed."
Everyone heard that he stuffed basic necessities, food, housing, and transportation into poems, songs, and scenery, which seemed nondescript. Some people immediately refuted, saying that trivial matters such as basic necessities, food, housing, and transportation were inconsistent with the atmosphere.
Su Jin smiled and said: "You are wrong again. Clothing, food, housing and transportation are elegant things. If you just think that talking about poetry and poetry is an elegant thing, it will be one-sided. Why? Let me explain to you slowly."
Everyone listened to what he said so plausibly, and their interest increased greatly. Everyone was waiting to see how he would describe eating, dressing, walking and sleeping as an elegant thing.dd