The Liangshan Poetry Festival was held in a place called Liangshan. [] And this Liangshan is actually a large rockery in Liangyuan.
At this time, the atmosphere of the Liangshan Poetry Festival gradually became heated.
The large open space was divided into three areas by the owner with lanterns. In a large area on the left, the protagonists of the night were sitting, that is, the famous talents. They were sitting across an open space and facing each other.
, are the women; the great Confucians invited by the Poetry Society to preside over the poetry meeting are sitting at the back of the room.
In the open space between them, there were many singing and dancing performances, and melodious music came from the Liangshan Mountains near the small lake. The atmosphere at the scene was both cheerful and elegant.
There were heavyweights at the scene, and the talented people all behaved very politely. Even when they talked, they talked in a low voice, not daring to speak out, for fear of leaving a bad impression on the seniors present.
Most of the women in the array are family members. However, the few sitting in front of them are the top brass of each brothel. Standing at the top is a woman with an outstanding appearance and an indifferent expression. She is Tianxiang, the courtesan elected by the city official.
This woman, just by looking at her, would let people have her hair wrapped around her. I don’t know how much money it would cost.
Maybe Tianxiang is too gorgeous, so most of the female relatives are sitting far away from her, but around other top women, some women are sitting around talking. But there are also some women in the majority, young women who have not yet been born.
, but he disdains sitting with these women.
Different from the looseness of other poetry societies, the Liangshan Poetry Society has its own procedures.
After a round of public selection, several good poems will appear among the new works created by each talented person before the poetry meeting. These poems are often the first ones to stand out. They not only serve as a starting point for opening up the poetry meeting, but also serve as a starting point.
It has the effect of stimulating other poetry societies to create excellent works.
As soon as the first few poems started to stand out, the talented people's improvisational creation gradually gained momentum. It is often under such circumstances that truly good poems appear.
At this time, good poems will continue to come from other poetry societies. However, few of the poems sent can surpass the works of the Liangshan Poetry Society.
The East Lake Poetry Club just sent Zhao Yibai's poems, and Liangshan sent back two good poems. The talented people spoke modestly and responded to the situation, but in their hearts they were holding back their strength and wanted to
Compare others.
The talented people in the Liangshan Poetry Society will certainly not allow other poems to have a chance to be exposed. Even within the Liangshan Poetry Society, they will work hard to prevent other people from having a chance to be exposed.
While the talented people in other poetry societies are still feeling complacent about having a poem on the list, the talented people here in the Liangshan Poetry Society have already begun to sprint towards having their second and third poems on the list.
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During the dinner, if someone casually mentions, "I won another song," it will always attract everyone's attention. If this new work of "I won another song" can really be on the list and be praised by the great Confucians, it will be better than
The person who has only made one excellent piece of music will still be famous.
There is either quantity or quality. When the difference in quality is not particularly large, quantity often becomes the key to victory.
While everyone was discussing two good poems that had just come out of the poetry club, a servant carrying poems ran in from outside with a poem manuscript.
"The poems from the Linyuan Poetry Club are here..."
The talented people heard something new. They did not expect that the Linyuan Poetry Club could produce good poems now, and they expected that it would not be much better.
When word reached the important people at the head table, someone copied the poem.
But it is a new work by Lin Rong and Lin Zicong. "Today, the clouds are crossing the Magpie Bridge, which should not be seen as smooth and far away. My family actually likes to open their makeup mirrors and thread needles to pray for nine o'clock under the moon."
Everyone passed it around, and discussions started at the table. First some praised it, saying that this poem was natural and a masterpiece; then others said that if this poem was presented to the Liangshan Poetry Conference, it would be great.
I can only put it at the back of the list or something like that.
In order to prove that this statement was true, Wang Shaoyou wrote a good poem and immediately responded to Lin Rong's poem.
Immediately afterwards, Liangshan became even more lively. In half an hour, seven or eight good poems were published. Just based on the number of poems, they had already been selected from other poetry societies. At this time, the poetry society
It's only halfway open.
Gongsun Sheng sat on one side of the banquet, with some fruits placed in front of him. Next to him sat Mr. Zhou, who was still gorgeously dressed. The two of them didn't want to stand out, so they didn't sit in front, but leaned back intentionally.
But they want to hide, but they can't.
In fact, the identities of the two of them are there: one is the prime minister of the field; the other is a relative of the emperor; any one of the two appears, it is a person who stomps his feet and is shocked three times. No matter how important the status of the people here is,
I'm afraid I have to act based on the look between the two of them.
In fact, the two of them can be regarded as the great Confucian scholars of the time. They are knowledgeable and well-informed. Even when it comes to poetry, they are also everyone. Therefore, even if the two of them deliberately hide behind, if they have good poetry, they will probably come first.
Let the two of you have a purpose.
When all the talented people below were in full swing of poetry, Gongsun Sheng was also talking quietly to Mr. Zhou. Mr. Zhou was called Zhou Ji, and in the circle of the older generation, everyone respected him as Jigong. He was really a relative of the emperor.
Jigong was the late emperor's favorite, and his daughter was the late emperor's favored concubine. Although the current emperor is not the biological child of Jigong's daughter, he was protected by Jigong's daughter when the emperor was still young. After the emperor succeeded to the throne,
He also treated Jigong's daughter as his own mother. Therefore, although Jigong was far away, his influence in the court was considerable.
Zhou Ji has a strange temper. He doesn't like others to mention his status as a royal relative, but would rather others remember his knowledge. In fact, Zhou Ji is indeed outstanding in talent and learning. Even if he is given the title of "Hongxue", it is not false.
People love talents and are willing to take advantage of them, but many of the talents he catches his eye are rejected by him. Although on the surface, he seems to be a little less approachable, but these are just appearances.
"...The clouds and the moon and the earth pass by each other. Don't hate me too much before you reach the age. What I hate the most is the car-washing rain in the Ming Dynasty. I don't teach you how to cross the Tianhe River... This Zhao Wanli is also a good poet, but he is very good to me.
If you want me to choose, this poem can be ranked among the top three in all the poetry gatherings tonight..." Gongsun Sheng whispered with a smile.
"Sheng Lao has a sharp vision, and this poem is indeed good. Especially the last sentence, "Don't turn back to cross the Tianhe River," seems to be a lot of determination, which is very evocative. As for the first three, this
The conclusion is a bit premature, here are two poems..." Zhou Ji pulled out two poems from a pile of poems, but they were written by one person.
Old Sheng took it from him and wrote on one of it: If you don't know what you mean by holding the cow, you must invite the Weaver Girl to play with the golden shuttle. I beg for cleverness in the world every year, but I don't know that there are already many cleverness in the world.
Zhou Ji smiled and said, "This one is considered a masterpiece, and it is not inferior to Zhao Wanli's poems. What's rare is that he also has a second poem... I go to Yaoxuan every year on Chinese Valentine's Day. Who knows that there are tears in autumn? Of course.
One year old in the world, why not just have dusk in the sky... It’s a bit rare to have two good songs..."
"Haha... This Wang Shaoyou can be regarded as a great talent, and he is Mr. Zhou's student, so the poems he writes are naturally excellent..."
"What does this have to do with whether he is my disciple? Do I praise him because he is my disciple?"
"Oh, isn't it? Then why does Jigong only have eyes for Wang Shaoyou and not Wu Hongde?" Shenglao pulled out a piece of poetry and handed it to Zhou Ji.
Zhou Ji glanced at it, then smiled and said, "Of course it's a good poem. I'm even better than the Zhao Wanli poem you mentioned..."
The two discussed it back and forth, and finally picked out a few good poems, including one by Lin Rong, but it was actually quite difficult to pick out the number one or two among them.
"We don't need to comment, so why bother? Just drink tea and read poems."
As soon as the two of them smiled, they put down their poems and drank tea relaxedly.