After feeling everyone's gaze, Wang Yu was instantly speechless!
He originally... didn't plan to be in the limelight this time, but with his recent fame, even Xun Yu praised him, so he had to take action even if he didn't want to.
Under the gaze of everyone, Wang Yu slowly stood up from his seat, then bowed to everyone, and said: "I only studied the art of war, chess, calligraphy and painting, as well as poetry... I just read a few books of songs in my spare time.
, I’m really not good at this.”
"Ziying, don't be modest. You can compose the song "The Wild Goose Falling on the Sand," and you can also have a eloquent conversation with us and make witty remarks. It doesn't look like you can't compose poetry." Xun Yu seemed to have something to say.
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Xun Yu naturally had his purpose in recommending Wang Yu. He wanted to see if this ten-year-old boy lived up to the legend, or if this was just some kind of hype and the result of what others say.
This is what Xun Yu thought, and Wang Yu also guessed what Xun Yu was thinking, so he would retreat in order to advance, giving Xun Yu an image of humility and completely unlike a young man.
Only in this way will Xun Yu admire Wang Yu endlessly, because Wang Yu is only a ten-year-old boy now, which is a very good shining point.
So, Wang Yu immediately stood up to everyone, but at this time, there was no such term.
"You all speak well, Ziying is far behind, but Brother Wenruo recommended it in public, so Ziying had no choice but to write a poem to show off his shame in public. If there is anything inappropriate in it, I hope you will understand it!"
After Wang Yu said this, his eyes instantly glanced at a place where Cai Wan was hiding. To her right was Cai Yan, who was as big as a kid.
On the other side, the scholars present heard that Wang Yu was going to compose a poem, and they all started talking. After all, poetry is used to express subjective feelings, and it should be gorgeous and delicate.
Fu is used to describe objective things, bright and smooth.
Regardless of the difference between poetry and fu, fu dominated the genre in the Han Dynasty and was the most preferred form of expression of literary talent by Han literati.
When he heard that Wang Yu was going to write a poem, Wang Yun, who knew his ability, was surprised, but then he became happy. After all, a poem can better reflect a person's literary talent than poetry.
After all, poems are relatively short, just twenty or thirty words. As long as a scholar with a little bit of literary talent can compose them with rhymes and rhymes, it is different with poems, because this cannot be done in a moment. Even people as powerful as Xun Yu and Chen Lin, who have great talents, do not have this strength and will figure it out in a short while.
If Wang Yu can really accomplish it, Xun Yu will also be impressed by him. In the future, his success rate in taking Xun Yu under his command will also be greatly improved!
Just when Wang Yun was thinking about it, Wang Yu made his debut with Xun Yu’s humility!
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"Ziying's song "Ping Sha Luo Yan" has already spread to Luoyang. If he can really write a poem today, his reputation will reach an unimaginable level!" Lu Zhi said, stroking his beard!
"Haha, what Ziqian said is true. Why don't you and I listen quietly?" Cai Yong and other outstanding people from the older generation talked with each other.
Even Chen Lin, Chen Yi and others attracted attention.
Chen Ni knew that Wang Yu was erudite and talented and was good at chess, calligraphy and painting, but he didn't expect that he was also very good at poetry. If Xun Wenruo hadn't recommended him today, he, Zang Hong and others would probably have been kept in the dark!
"Sister, sister, I am the eldest brother. The eldest brother is going to compose a poem. I wonder what kind of poem he can make!" Cai Yan said with a smile and clapped her hands.
"Yan'er, he and his father are equals, so you should also call him Uncle Shi. Since he can compose "Ping Sha Luo Yan", he is naturally a man of great talent."
"Even if he is composing a poem impromptu, he can do it easily, but I don't know what he is going to use to compose it?" Cai Wan reminded Cai Yan, and then spoke in a gentle voice!
Cai Yan immediately curled his lips when he heard this, and then whispered: "He is not a few years older than me. Why should I call him Uncle Shi? He is my big brother!"
Cai Wan just smiled and didn't care. Then, her beautiful eyes stared at Wang Yu, who stood calmly among the literati, with unprecedented complexity flashing in her eyes.
"Maybe I'm overthinking, after all, how could a proud son like him..."
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Putting aside the thoughts in Cai Wan's mind, the literati and scholars present were all waiting to hear what Wang Yu used to compose his poems.
At this time, Wang Yu slowly walked to the open space in the middle and began to recall the works in his mind that were suitable for the occasion. Speaking of which, Wang Yu memorized this when he was idle and bored, and he just used it at this time today.
After Wang Yu thought about it carefully, he already had an impression in his mind. He walked forward slowly and glanced at Cai Wan.
Cai Wan, who was on the left side of Cai Yan, met Wang Yu's eyes inadvertently. For a moment, he felt like a little deer bumping into his heart, and a trace of friendship flashed in his eyes. However, when he thought of his incurable disease, he quickly suppressed it.
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Wang Yu smiled slightly, looked at the people present and said: "Dissatisfied with you all, Ziying set out from Jinyang. Before arriving at the capital Luoyang, he passed by Luochuan with several brothers. I felt that Song Yu had great feelings for the King of Chu.
He was concerned about the goddess, so he wrote "Ode to the Goddess of Luo"."
"Song Yu's affair with the King of Chu's goddess?"
After hearing Wang Yu's words, the scholars began to discuss one after another, as if they wanted to guess what Wang Yu was thinking. After all, this legend has a long history.
"Sister, what is it that elder brother said about Song Yu's affair with the King of Chu and the goddess? How come I haven't heard of it?" Cai Yan asked with a puzzled look on his face. His unusually innocent expression was really admirable.
Looking at Cai Yan's innocent expression, Cai Wan didn't know how to explain it for a moment. Although she was only fourteen years old, she was precocious in ancient times. Wang Yu's behavior in the past few days, coupled with Wang Yu's gaze just now, and his The thing to be expressed.
No matter how dull Cai Wan is, she has already vaguely understood what Wang Yu meant.
Reason told her that she should leave here now, but her inner voice chose to hinder her at this time, making her feet unable to obey her orders.
"It doesn't matter, after all, this is his intention for me. I should listen carefully to both emotions and reasons!" Cai Wan found a step for himself in his heart, and then concentrated his energy and listened carefully to Wang Yu's words. Poems.
At the same time, she subconsciously covered her white and tender cheeks, and suddenly found that her cheeks instantly became hot.
This is...
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"As graceful as a startled giant, as graceful as a swimming dragon, as bright as autumn chrysanthemums, and as luxuriant as spring pine trees.
It seems like the moon is covered by light clouds, and the fluttering snow is like the flowing wind.
Looking at it from a distance, it is as bright as the sun rising.
If you look closely at it, it is as bright as a flower emerging from Lubo.
The slenderness is satisfied, and the length is shortened to fit."
Wang Yu held a folding fan in his hand and walked in the garden, reciting the first few lines of Luo Shen Fu in front of everyone.
For a time, the garden became completely quiet, to the point where you could hear a pin drop.
Xun Yu, who was on the side, looked at Wang Yu's seemingly thin back, his eyes sparkling, because the originally thin back instantly became taller in front of him.
In his opinion, Wang Yu is only ten years old now, but he can understand astronomy, geography, music, chess, calligraphy and painting. He is omnipotent. Now he can do such good things. A single talented person is no longer enough to describe him. Talent!
"Good Fu, Ziying is worthy of being the son of Wang Qiaoqi. His father is a Confucian general who is both civilized and military, and is very good at poetry. However, he is only a young man, but he is as good as his father. This word is used very beautifully. And smooth, good, good!"
Cai Yong was really bold, mentioning Wang Teng directly in public, which made Wang Yun and others on the side admire him.
As for the scholars present, they did not feel that Cai Yong's words were inappropriate. They only heard Cai Yong applauding Wang Yu's poems. His words were very beautiful. You must know that Cai Yong is a master of writing. , he praised him, what was wrong with him.
Although some of them could not understand the artistic conception contained in Luo Shen Fu, this did not affect their applause. After being shocked, all the literati couldn't help but envy Wang Yu's talent.
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Seeing the sudden surge in pleasure points, Wang Yu was in a good mood. The so-called pleasure points are actually positive emotions, which can only be obtained when they reach a certain level.
Now, Wang Yu recited Cao Zhi's Luo Shen Fu in public, and with Cai Yong's support, no matter what he is, it will be different as long as celebrities support him.
What's more, Wang Yu's Luo Shen Fu is a good article that will be passed down through the ages.
Wang Yu doesn't feel any guilt for stealing the article about Boss Cao's son Cao Zhi. After all, Cao Zhi has not yet been born. Maybe he still has the possibility of summoning Cao Zhi into the world!
If you really have this opportunity, you can make it up to him yourself.
Maybe, we can also bring over our father Cao Cao from his previous life.
However, such thoughts in Wang Yu's mind were only fleeting, because Wang Yu did not forget the most important thing at the moment. He turned around naturally and looked at Cai Wan next to little Cai Yan.
, suddenly smiled slightly, and then continued to chant loudly.
"If the shoulders are cut into shape, the waist will be as plain as it should be.
The neck is extended and the neck is beautiful, the pure essence is exposed, the fragrance is not added, and the lead is gorgeous.
Yunjiao'e, eyebrows trimmed and connected, red lips are bright on the outside, and white teeth are fresh on the inside.
Bright eyes are good at gazing, the dimples support the power, the posture is gorgeous, the appearance is quiet and the body is leisurely.
Tender and charming, charming in words.
The costumes are unique and the bones resemble the pictures.
The dazzling beauty of the robe, the splendor of Eryao and Bi.
Wear gold and green jewelry and embellished with pearls to dazzle your body.
Practicing the literary shoes of traveling far away, dragging the light skirt of mist and gauze.
The faint fragrance of orchids is lingering in the corner of the mountain.
So suddenly Yan jumped up and down, flying and having fun.
Leaning on Caiyan on the left, shaded by Guiqi on the right.
Fighting with the bright hands in the Marsh of God, gathering the mysterious mushrooms in the turbulent sea..."
This is not the only content of the Luo Shen Fu. Its Fu inherits the tradition of lyrical Fu since the Han Dynasty, and absorbs the romantic spirit of Chu Ci, opening up a new realm for the development of Ci Fu.
It is the most outstanding work among Cao Zhi's poems and poems. It uses romantic techniques and a dreamy realm to describe the true love between humans and gods, but in the end they are melancholy separated because of the inability to combine the "different ways of humans and gods".
This is because the background of the times is different. Wang Yu cannot present all its contents and can only intercept some of the most applicable sentences.
But even so, it can still be called a famous saying throughout the ages.
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"Sister, sister, look at how awesome big brother is. Everyone has stopped. No wonder even dad praises him!"
"Ah, sister, what's wrong? Why is your face so red? Did something happen?"
Little Cai Yan, who was originally in high spirits and full of energy, was startled when he saw that his sister's face was as red as rouge, and she quickly asked.
"Yan'er, I'm fine!" Cai Wan comforted her. Even so, Cai Wan could clearly feel her body temperature rising. After all, she was also a talented woman. How could she not know the meaning expressed in Wang Yu's poem.<
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If the shoulders are cut into shape, the waist is as plain as it should be, the bun is tall and straight, the eyebrows are trimmed, the lips are bright on the outside, and the teeth are white on the inside.
But, does such a beautiful person really say it’s me?
Am I the one with an incurable disease?
Cai Wan wanted to confirm in her heart!
But as her whole body heated up, she suddenly felt a heaviness in her heart, which seemed to become more and more uncomfortable!
She has experienced many tortures, but she still doesn’t know that this is a sign of the disease!
Therefore, Cai Wan could only suppress the throbbing in his heart.
"What am I thinking about? I am just a tragic woman with an incurable disease and her life is at risk. How can I ask for anything more?"
Thinking of his tragic experience, tears of pain flowed from the corners of Cai Wan's eyes!
However, she dried it off quickly, and even Cai Yan beside her didn't notice, because her attention was all on Wang Yu!
Just when Cai Wan was secretly feeling sad, Wang Yu suddenly blinked at her. Cai Wan could no longer hide it, so she could only cover her face with a handkerchief and leave in a hurry. Where she left, there was still a trace of
Light fragrance.
"Wan'er..." Wang Yu looked at the direction in which Cai Wan left. For some reason, he always felt something was wrong. But at this time, it was obviously not the time to think about these things, so he could only forcefully suppress these thoughts. p>
As for Cai Yong, after seeing his daughter's leaving figure, he couldn't help but sigh. He knows his daughter better than his father, how could he not know his daughter's suffering!
These days, Wang Yu comes to visit frequently. Although he is just here to teach his daughter how to play the piano, it is easy for feelings to arise after these visits.
Especially Wang Yu's gaze just now, coupled with his daughter hiding her face and leaving, made Cai Yong vaguely feel something.