Chapter 196 Spring Dragon Poetry Club, Spring River Flower Moon Night (5)
From the original "fan meeting" to a contest that concerns the dignity of Daning's poetry world.
The sudden appearance of a Dali man gave the Chunlong Poetry Society a completely different meaning.
At present, no one thinks that Su Wu is sure of victory, but no matter what, this poet sage must not lose.
Because he is the last and only hope for the literati in Daning.
For Daning scholars, winning or losing in this competition may be more important than their own lives.
But for the other party, Shen Ran himself, all this is just a small obstacle on his path to spiritual enlightenment through literature.
Today he came just for Su Wu.
It's good to win.
It doesn't matter if you lose.
I'm still young, so there's nothing to be ashamed of.
Looking up at Su Wu who looked like an old god, Shen Ran took a deep breath and bowed his hands respectfully to the former.
"Su Sheng, please!"
A word "please" pierced the night sky, causing a gust of wind to pass by.
Thousands of people held their breath, as if they were afraid of disturbing Su Wu's mood.
However, the latter did not keep everyone waiting for too long.
After about seven or eight breaths, he took a gentle step and stood upright on the bow of the boat.
Long beard, long sleeves, white hair, white clothes...the figure sways in the wind, as if echoing the bright moon in the sky.
After glancing at Shen Ran, Su Wu slowly opened his mouth and softly recited a seven-rhyme poem in a pleased and calm tone.
His voice is not loud, even a little quiet.
But when this poem, like a breeze passing by, was heard by everyone, what was revealed was the prosperous age of a dynasty.
"The spring tide did not hit the beach last night, and the rain brought half the color to the flowers."
"The geese call the Lantern Festival to return to the north of the Great Wall, and the swallows call the Xinshe to the south of the Yangtze River."
"If you don't have fun, you don't need to visit the flowers and trees. If you are sick, there is no need to buy a medicine basket."
"Only give your public loyalty to heaven and earth, and teach your children how to wear crowns and hairpins."
"..."
After reciting the poem, the whole audience was silent.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths, and then...
"Whoa! Whoa whoa!"
The originally calm lake surface suddenly burst into countless bubbles, as if boiling, and then a golden light shone!
The fish leaps over the dragon gate, the sea and the sky are vast, and a poem is heard all over the world!
Two hundred and ninety-nine golden carp leaping!
...
The spring tide flows over the beach, and the flowers are half-opened after the rain.
The Lantern Festival has gone away, Du Ri is coming again, the geese have returned to the north of the Great Wall, and the swallows have reached the south of the Yangtze River.
Why should you be unhappy? So what if you are sick?
All I want in this life is "loyalty to the public" and the support of my children.
Two sentences describe the scene, two sentences describe the emotion.
There is not a word of praise in the whole article, but it seems that a most realistic picture of a peaceful and prosperous age unfolds before everyone's eyes.
He only responds to the public with loyalty to heaven and earth, and teaches his children how to wear crowns and hairpins.
Facing the almost arrogant Shen Ran, Su Wu actually responded with such a poem without any trace of hostility, which truly demonstrated his extraordinary mind and style.
The fight between you and me is just a trivial matter. I have no intention of competing with you. I just want to tell you about the prosperous age of Daning.
"..."
"good!!!"
I don't know who was the first to roar, and immediately the entire Riyue Lake suddenly boiled like a pot exploding.
Everyone's long-suppressed emotions were finally released crazily after Su Wu's poem caused two hundred and ninety-nine golden carp to leap.
"Su Sheng deserves to be a saint! This poem is so inspiring!"
"This is the mind of a saint!"
"No one in the world can match this kind of talent and mind!"
"Two hundred and ninety-nine golden carp! Definitely win!"
"Da Ning's face has been saved!!"
"..."
Some people praised it loudly to relieve their anger, some people chanted it repeatedly in a low voice obsessively, and some people have already begun to discuss the wording and sentence construction of this poem with their friends, and the allusive artistic conception.
Of course, many people have not forgotten Shen Ran.
"Shen! Su Sheng has finished composing the poem! It's your turn!"
"If you can't do it, leave immediately!"
"It's not a shame for you to lose to Su Sheng!"
"..."
Although many people hated Shen Ran to the point of irritation just now, they were not too aggressive at the moment.
This may be because of Shen Ran's poetic talent, or it may be because everyone in Daning has placed themselves in the position of "winner" at this moment.
When winners face losers, most people become more tolerant.
but......
Faced with the urging of everyone, Shen Ran did not have any emotional fluctuations.
Taking a deep look at Su Wu, he knew that it would be difficult for him to win this battle.
But since I have traveled thousands of miles from Dali to come here, I have to give it a try.
And at this moment, what exactly do I want to say...
Unlike Su Wu, who had a smooth journey and became a "saint" in old age, Shen Ran's life path was much more bumpy.
Therefore, although he could understand the sentence "Only serve the public with loyalty to heaven and earth, and teach children how to wear crowns and hairpins," he knew that he could not compose such an open-minded poem.
But why should I be the same as Su Wu?
I am no worse than anyone else, and I also have a different understanding of the world than a "sage"!
Standing in the pavilion, looking at the bright moon above his head, Shen Ran thought for a long time.
Suddenly, he whispered as if talking to himself:
"If there is no one among the guests to share a cup with, who will open the peaches and plums in the hometown for whom?"
"..."
Into a poem?
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then carefully savored the meaning of this poem.
Far away in Daning, Shen Ran is indeed a guest, and "no one has a drink with him" clearly reveals this loneliness.
And "For Whom Peach and Plum Garden Opened" not only takes the feeling of longing for being alone in a foreign land to a higher level, but also vaguely shows a sense of arrogance.
To be fair, although these two sentences are good, they are not as meaningful as Su Wu's poem.
When writing poetry, you should pay attention to embedding emotions in the scenery, so that it can be more subtle and resonate more with the people who listen to the poetry.
But now Shen Ran actually omitted the step of "describing the scene".
It's lyrical from the beginning, but can anyone understand this "love"?
If we just simply wrote "homesickness", the pattern would be too different from Su Wu.
Or...is it something else?
Soon, Shen Ran gave the answer.
He took one step forward and stood up to face the endless crowd of people on the shore of the lake, as if he was confronting these thousands of people alone!
The high-pitched voice penetrated the night and pierced the sky!
"The spring tide does not care about the end of the world, but it also rolls into Xizhou... Muyu is coming!"
"..."
...
If there is no one among the guests to share a cup with, for whom will the peaches and plums of the hometown be opened?
The spring tide does not care about the end of the world, but it also brings the dusk rain in Xizhou.
"Tianyahen" usually refers to guest sorrow, but it can also express love and hatred in Jianghu.
As for the last sentence, "More rain comes in Xizhou"...
The usage here is clear to everyone present.
Xizhou is the closest state in Dali to the royal capital "Baiping".
More than two hundred years ago, under the leadership of six second-level masters, the Daning army fought all the way to Xizhou, and signed a "Covenant with Xizhou" with the Emperor of Dali.
Within five hundred years, Dali voluntarily accepted Daning as its main country, leaving the east of Xizhou and the Daning border undefended, and it was required to pay annual tribute to Daning of one million taels of silver, ten thousand horses, and several other specialties. ,Etc., etc......
To put it simply, it is a typical unequal treaty.
Such a treaty is definitely a shame that will never be forgotten by any Da Li people.
So...you have your peaceful and prosperous life, and I have my hatred of family and country.
In front of thousands of Daning scholars, Shen Ran actually showed a completely different scene in the most straightforward way.
On one side are the victors' peaceful years.
On one side are the losers who carry the burden forward.
"Wow!"
The lake surface rippled, and the same scene appeared again.
Everyone held their breath and stared at the golden tails tumbling in the air.
Ten tails, fifty tails, one hundred tails, two hundred tails, two hundred and ninety nine tails...
Three hundred tails.
It seems that it has been destined for a long time, and there just happens to be one more tail.
"..."
"Plop!"
"How, how is it possible..."
"It's not true, it's not true..."
On the shore, countless red-faced literati fell to the ground with extremely confused expressions.
At this point, it is difficult to distinguish the merits of the two poems from the listening experience, technique, and artistic conception.
But the extra golden carp really told everyone——
Su Wu, the number one poet in Daning's poetry circle, lost.
They couldn't accept this result, but they seemed to have to accept it...
"Kill, kill him..."
Someone suddenly trembled and shouted.
The crowd was silent for a moment, but the same idea spread like a plague.
"Yes... as long as we kill him, no one will know what happened tonight!"
"That's right! Kill him quickly!"
"We cannot let him leave alive!! Daning must not suffer such humiliation!"
"Quick! Kill him!"
"Kill him! Kill him!!"
From one voice and two voices, to one voice and two voices, and finally thousands of people shouting in unison.
The devil-like roar was earth-shattering, carrying the most noble yet selfish emotions, causing waves of chilling waves on the lake.
"Sister Xu, are these people crazy?"
You Jia frowned and looked at Xu Qingwan who had the same expression next to her.
"..."
Xu Qingwan didn't know how to answer this question, but she felt really uncomfortable.
She is a martial artist, so she doesn't understand why these usually well-educated scholars suddenly become like this.
If you can't compare, why should you kill others?
For Daning's dignity?
But what’s the point of this self-deceptive dignity?
Xu Qingwan couldn't figure it out and couldn't help but cast her eyes on Wei Changtian who was still sitting on the boat.
The latter suddenly stood up at this moment and jumped into the pavilion in full view of everyone.
Is Changtian going to... kill Shen Ran?
Xu Qingwan was a little confused, but her hand was already on the bird's crow.
No matter how much she doesn't understand, she will unconditionally support Wei Changtian's decision.
"Someone is going to take action!"
"Hero! Kill this thief quickly!!"
"Yes! Kill him quickly! Don't let him escape!"
Seeing someone entering the pavilion, the noise on the lakeshore became even louder.
However, Wei Changtian had no intention of drawing out his sword to kill. Instead, he turned impatiently to the crowd on the shore who were "cheering" for him and shouted:
"Shut the fuck up!"
...
"..."
The moon and stars are sparse, the wind is light and the sky is white.
Wei Changtian's unexpected move swept away everyone's enthusiasm in an instant, and there was a long silence before someone whispered.
"This, is this person Wei Changtian who killed Prime Minister Liu?"
"It seems...he didn't go to kill Shen Ran?"
"I think he is Dali's masterpiece!"
"I, I remember that he is also very good at poetry! Could it be that..."
"Impossible! Even Su Sheng lost, how can he win? Do you still think that I, the scholar of Daning, have not lost enough face tonight?!"
"But......"
"..."
Some of the discussions on the shore reached Wei Changtian's ears, but some did not.
But he didn't care about these comments, he just looked at Shen Ran and shook his head gently.
He was a little confused at the moment.
The fighting poem just now was the first "famous scene where the protagonist is showing off" that Wei Changtian saw with his own eyes.
To be honest, Shen Ran's actions, words and deeds, apart from being a bit arrogant, are far better than this group of scholars who can only yell nonsense.
At first, he tried his best to ridicule Shen Ran, but when he saw that he was outmatched, he kept silent.
When Su Wu finished a good poem, he started dancing again. After he completely lost, he refused to admit it, and even wanted to kill someone to silence him.
Wei Changtian could somewhat understand the "national honor" in their hearts, but just as Xu Qingwan was puzzled -
What is the point of this self-deceptive dignity?
Maybe it’s because I’m a time traveler and I don’t have a sense of national identity like “I’m from Daning”, or maybe it’s because of the values of “willing to accept defeat” that I developed since I was a child.
Wei Changtian was actually unwilling to stand up for such a group of people from the bottom of his heart.
But Shen Ran is one of the sons of heaven after all...
Pointing to the dark crowd behind him, Wei Changtian said softly to Shen Ran, who was looking at him warily:
"Make it clear beforehand."
"What I do next is not for them."
"Just for myself."
...
Not for them, just for yourself?
Shen Ran couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this and didn't understand what it meant.
And there are thousands of Daning literati who also don’t understand.
"What did he mean by that?!"
"Hmph! I have long said that he is Dali's craftsman!"
"Let's see what he wants to do."
"What's so interesting about this? Is there any good guy who practices martial arts? Go and kill that Shen Ran!"
"That's right! What does that thief who killed the Prime Minister want to do have anything to do with us?"
"..."
The roar of discussion rang out again, but Wei Changtian ignored it at all and just waved his hand to collect the nine pieces of paper scattered on the ground.
Spring sorrow, spring rain, spring night, spring flowers, spring plowing, spring birds, spring thoughts, spring breeze, spring tide.
Nine slips of paper, nine questions.
Just when everyone, including Shen Ran, was wondering what Wei Changtian was going to do, an emotionless voice suddenly came out clearly from the pavilion.
"This word is about spring sorrow."
"Standing in a dangerous building, the wind blows softly. Looking at the spring sorrow, the sky is gloomy."
"The grass is green and smokey, and the light is still shining. No one can say anything."
"I'm going to get drunk on the madness. I'll sing to the wine, and the music will be tasteless."
"As the clothes get wider, I will never regret it. I feel haggard because of Yi."
"..."
Wei Changtian casually threw away the note with the word "sorrow" written on it, ignoring the thousands of people who were frozen in place as if struck by lightning, and the nearly a thousand golden carp that caused a huge wave out of thin air around them, and continued without any emotion.
Quickly said:
"This poem is about spring rain."
"The taste of the world is as thin as gauze over the years. Who makes people ride in Beijing?"
"The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty."
"The short paper is laid slantingly, making grass leisurely, and the fine breasts are playing with tea under the clear window."
"Don't sigh in plain clothes because of the dust. It's still time to arrive home during the Qingming Festival."
"..."
The bright moon was in the sky, and the huge Sun Moon Lake was filled with people inside and outside, but it seemed empty.
At this moment, no one could say a word, not even a sigh.
There was only Wei Changtian's almost perfunctory voice, and the golden carp that never stopped from beginning to end, kept going back and forth to jump out of the water.
"..."
"The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is springy with deep vegetation..."
"The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky..."
"The night comes wind and rain, Whispering Colour......"
"A glass of wine with white jade and green poplars in March. The spring breeze remains for a few days, and each temple becomes silk..."
"The garden is full of spring scenery and can't be contained. A branch of red apricot comes out of the wall..."
"..."
"On this day last year, in this door, the human face and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red color. I don't know where the human face went, but the peach blossoms still smiled in the spring breeze..."
"..."
With the end of the poem "Spring Breeze", Wei Changtian had memorized eight poems in a very short time.
At this time, everyone's expressions and moods can no longer be described in any words.
If I have to say... it should be what it looks like when you see a deity.
After a slight pause and a glance at Shen Ran, who was staring blankly at him, Wei Changtian's tone became a little solemn for the first time.
There is only one last question left.
It was also what Su Wu lost to Shen Ran - Spring Chao.
"This poem is about spring tide..."
"It's called, Spring River Flower Moonlight Night."