At first, Wan Ruoqing said that he would write a Mid-Autumn Festival poem by himself, but the only Mid-Autumn Festival poem that Li Yi could recite was Su Shi's "Shui Diao Ge Tou".
However, "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" has stood at the pinnacle of Mid-Autumn Festival poetry for thousands of years. As soon as this word came out, all the other words were scrapped. The level was so high that it would scare people to death. In this small competition, Li Yi really couldn't give it up.
take it out.
After all, for a poem of that level, it is really not cost-effective to lose one poem just for one hundred taels of silver.
When I came in just now, I had a conversation with Wan Ruoqing and learned that it could be either a Mid-Autumn poem or a Mid-Autumn poem. The first thing I thought of was Li Bai's "Drinking Alone Under the Moon."
This is also one of the few poems that Li Yi can recite completely without cheating, and the other one is "Looking up at the bright moon, bowing down to miss my hometown".
Although there are only four sentences in "Thoughts on a Quiet Night", it has become Li Bai's most profound influence on later generations. The first sentence that every child who starts to study ancient poetry must recite is probably "The moonlight is bright in front of the bed, and it is suspected that it is on the ground."
Frost".
Therefore, the status of this poem in Li Yi's heart was far greater than that of "Drinking Alone under the Moon", and he was reluctant to take it out.
I didn’t expect that this stupid poetry club only allowed lyrics but not poetry. It would be better to just call it a poetry club, which would be a waste of people’s emotions...
"Tell me earlier..." Wan Ruoqing looked up at him, with some hope suddenly rising in her heart, "What do you mean, Master?"
Li Yi actually doesn't have any other intentions. If he ends things here early, he can go home for dinner early...
"I have to trouble Miss Ruoqing to write the book again." Li Yi looked at her and said with a smile.
At this time, Wan Ruoqing finally understood the meaning of Li Yi's words just now.
"He actually wanted to compose another Mid-Autumn Festival poem on the spot!"
Poetry gatherings like Chinese Valentine's Day or Mid-Autumn Festival have extremely clear themes. Above poetry gatherings, they are limited to Chinese Valentine's Day poems and Mid-Autumn Festival poetry. Talents who participate in poetry gatherings often start preparing long ago and even spend several months polishing them.
Only by carefully considering the verses word for word can you have a stunning moment above the poetry meeting.
If they were asked to compose lyrics on the spot, even the so-called top talent in Qing'an Prefecture would probably be able to produce mediocre works.
After "Drinking Alone under the Moon" was rejected, it was almost impossible to write another Mid-Autumn Festival poem that surpassed Su Wentian in a short period of time. They had no hope at all.
"Miss Ruoqing..."
Seeing that Wan Ruoqing hadn't moved yet, Li Yi stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her eyes.
After Wan Ruoqing came back to her senses, she glanced at Li Yi again, hurriedly picked up the pen, spread out a new piece of rice paper, and then stood quietly aside, waiting for Li Yi to speak.
Although I don't know why the young master didn't write it himself this time, I was just confused for a moment and immediately followed his arrangement.
Her move naturally aroused everyone's curiosity.
"What is Miss Wan doing?"
"Is she going to compose another Mid-Autumn Festival poem?"
"Even if she really does it, she can't surpass Su Wentian..."
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Many talented people sighed in their hearts, no one thought highly of Wan Ruoqing.
After all, even the carefully prepared Mid-Autumn Festival poems were suppressed by Su Wentian. How could he outperform the opponent by performing on the spot?
Seeing this, Su Wentian had a look of ridicule on his face. If Wan Ruoqing had to carefully prepare for several months before she could bring any threat to him, and write lyrics on the spot, I'm afraid it wouldn't be as good as the song just now.
"Ruo Qing..." Several women from the Yunying Poetry Club obviously guessed this. Zhao Yunrou looked at her, opened her mouth, and finally just sighed.
Only Zeng Zuimo raised his head and looked at Li Yi. She saw everything he had whispered to Wan Ruoqing just now.
"Partridge Sky."
At this moment, Li Yi spoke calmly.
"Partridge Sky?" The expression on the talented man's face was stunned.
"It's Cipai." Someone said immediately.
"It turns out that the lyricist is that brother." Everyone suddenly understood.
However, as a result, their confidence in Yunying Poetry Society has been reduced a bit.
Although poetry is often mentioned together, both the style and the meter are very different. It would take a huge amount of time and energy to study one of them carefully, let alone both poetry and poetry. Such a talented person
, I am afraid that he has become famous all over the world for a long time, and it is impossible for them not to know him.
The level of "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" was so high that they were amazed. If a poem written on the spot could surpass Su Wentian, then I am afraid Su Wentian would not be the only one in the audience who felt ashamed.
Su Wentian still had a smile on his face and was full of confidence in his heart.
Not to mention that the person in front of him was just a not-so-famous scholar, even the most talented man in Qing'an Prefecture wrote lyrics on the spot, and he was still not afraid.
What they will produce then will be mediocre works again, let’s see how they end up!
When Li Yi's voice came, several women in the Yunying Poetry Society looked startled, and then they looked up suddenly, with a bit of hope in their eyes.
In the exact same scene as before, can this young master turn things around again?
Zeng Zuimo looked at the scholar's face, which still had a calm expression. For some reason, his heart suddenly calmed down.
It was at this time that Li Yi's voice clearly reached everyone's ears again.
"The remaining smoke blows into the night wind, and a bright moon hangs above the curtain..."
When their minds couldn't help but picture the night wind blowing through the mist and the bright moon hanging high outside the curtains, the expressions on their faces became stagnant.
"Because the road is far away, people are still far away. Even if we sleep together, our hearts may not be the same." Li Yi's voice continued, just like Qing transcribing words and sentences on rice paper with elegant and lively hairpin-flowered regular script.
"The love is so strong and the intention is so deep that the blue clouds have gone back without a trace. It should be said that in the past life, love caged the mandarin ducks in two places..."
After reading Liu Yong's song "Niannujiao", Li Yi picked up the tea next to him and took a sip, only to find that the venue suddenly became quiet.
The little maid blinked her big eyes and couldn't help but move closer to Li Yi. The atmosphere was strangely quiet, and the girl felt a little scared.
After a while, a sound finally came from the field.
Su Wentian turned his head, with an indescribable expression on his face. He opened his mouth, but finally said nothing. He pushed away the crowd and strode out without saying a word. It wasn't until his figure disappeared from the doorway among the crowd that he suddenly
The ground erupted into an uproar.
"Using long and slow words to describe farewell and lovesickness, although it is plain and simple, it is also vivid and vivid."
"It seems to be a straightforward narrative, but it is even more revealing of lovesickness and separation."
"I never thought that my brother is an expert in both poetry and lyrics. I admire him so much!"
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For a moment, several people with complicated expressions bowed their hands to Li Yi and said, "Su Wentian knows that he is not as good as his brother, so he has left on his own initiative. In today's competition, Yunying Poetry Society won."
Although the process was tortuous, they still won in the end. All the women in the Yunying Poetry Society showed joyful expressions on their faces, and they secretly looked at Li Yi with their beautiful eyes from time to time.
The whole poem is full of feelings of separation and separation. I am afraid that this young man is missing his beloved...
I just don’t know which woman is so lucky to be favored by this young master...
At this time, in the minds of several talented women, this handsome young man who excelled in poetry and poetry was already extremely talented, surpassing Yang Yanzhou, Shen Zhao and others, and almost as good as "Li Yi" from "Magpie Bridge Immortal"!
