Chapter 317: When the moon is full, write new words again
Jia Lanzheng and other scholars stood in front of Fufang Hall and bowed their hands to the cheering audience.
Judging from the position, Jia Lan stood at the front, and both Zhou Zhuoming and Bao Wenfeng deliberately stood a few steps behind him.
This is a moment exclusive to Jialan.
"The leader is Jia Jieyuan. Doesn't that mean he is the leader of this poetry meeting?"
"It looks like it should be."
"I can't believe that Jia Jieyuan has such a poetic talent. Who said that his poetry was mediocre before?"
The purpose of the Turtle Garden Poetry Society is to exchange knowledge, so the first place will naturally be determined. The leader of the poetry society will receive a horse and ride around the Turtle Garden.
Among the six arts of the gentleman, there is also "imperial".
Many scholars who are interested in becoming famous in poetry fairs will learn some equestrian skills.
"Everyone!"
Just when people were eagerly looking forward to seeing Jia Lan's elegance on horseback, Bao Wenfeng stepped forward unhurriedly to equal Jia Lan and held his hands in front of everyone: "Everyone, on this Lantern Festival with the clear breeze and bright moon,
Why not ask Jia Jieyuan to compose an impromptu lyrics, and let the Song masters from the nearby workshop sing a song for everyone, so that the world can see the grand event of our Shenjing Poetry Festival?"
"Wenfeng, you?" Zhou Zhuoming looked at Jin Gu's classmate in surprise. It was obvious that this was not a part of the poetry meeting, but purely a plan of Bao Wenfeng's alone.
Jia Lan was also a little surprised. He once again smelled a hint of being targeted.
Seeing Jia Lan's silence, Zhou Zhuoming quickly turned around and looked at Duke Yan Sheng who was sitting in Fulin Hall.
Although the lights were bright and dim at night, his eyes were naturally very good. It was obvious that both Yan Shenggong Kong Jirui and Tiantai Mr. Li Xuanzhu were sitting at leisure, waiting to watch the excitement, but behind Yan Shenggong
Kong Wenqin and Meng Ruxin showed a somewhat confused expression.
Bao Wenfeng said with a smile: "Jia Jieyuan once wrote, 'People are at the end of the world, spring is at the end of the world.' Such famous lines show that Jie Yuan's poems are fresh and elegant, and the victory between the north and the south is poor. I wonder if you can give me a few verses.
Waiting for a feast for your eyes?"
"Okay..." Jia Lan stared at the other person for a moment and nodded slowly.
Bao Wenfeng felt a little relieved, then took a deep breath and shouted behind him: "Here comes the pen!"
Jia Lan held the pen in his right hand and laughed loudly and said: "Brother Bao invited me, but I dare not refuse, so I wrote an old piece of my own to commemorate the occasion. Is that okay?"
Zhou Zhuoming hurriedly said: "Since it is Jia Jieyuan's work, it is natural!"
He looked at Bao Wenfeng, who lowered his head and looked away, but did not object. His heart moved slightly, and his face showed a thoughtful expression.
Jia Lan also looked at Bao Wenfeng again, curved his mouth, dipped his pen in ink and wrote a song "The Full Moon" on the paper.
"The Full Moon" is a poem created by Wang Shen, Emperor Yingzong's son-in-law in the Northern Song Dynasty. The poem contains the words "The lanterns are shining brightly, and the full moon is the time", which is taken from the first full moon day of the year on Lantern Festival Night. The original meaning of the name refers to the reunion of people with the full moon on Lantern Festival Night.
meaning, hence the name "Ren Yue Yuan".
The moon is full today, and Jia Lan’s words are truly suitable for the occasion.
Zhou Zhuoming had been standing next to Jia Lan, and he could see it clearly under the moonlight. He only heard him shout "Hello", and ignored Bao Wenfeng beside him, he picked up Jia Lan, cleared his throat in front of everyone, and read aloud
Out of Half Que:
The moonlight lanterns cast shadows and lights on each other. It's also the Lantern Festival. It's like a painting, the music is playing, and it's infinitely elegant.
As Zhou Zhuoming recited, the originally noisy hall became quiet for a while, and even Yan Shenggong in Fulin Hall lost the lightness on his face and became focused.
As he listened, Kong Wenqin's expression gradually changed, this word...
"It's beautiful..."
Meng Ruxin expressed her feelings, looking at Jia Lan's back across many people, her eyes flashed.
Lantern Festival Night is the most beautiful night in early spring. The moonlight and lamp shadows shine together, countless human lights reflect the bright moon in the sky, and there are endless crowds of people.
Under the moonlight, there was a hustle and bustle of singing and dancing in one place after another, and it was dizzying to watch.
Infinitely grand and infinitely elegant.
In the gauze tent on the side, everyone in the Song Dynasty, holding the pipa, unconsciously began to recite, with eyes twinkling like autumn waves.
Just listening to this half, you will know that Jialan's poem is already a masterpiece!
Bao Wenfeng stood there blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.
The unusual movement in front of Fulin Hall quickly spread to every corner of Guishou Garden. People in Xiuzhu Pavilion were guessing what had happened, and soon the servants waiting in front of Fulin Hall came to report.
"Jia Jieyuan improvises lyrics? Go, go, go!"
Everyone couldn't help their curiosity and left one after another.
Sheng Changfeng looked at the people pouring out and looked at Changbai with a grimace: "Brother, can't we go?"
Changbai glanced at his younger brother, adjusted his sitting posture slightly, and said calmly: "Have you never heard that the Song Dynasty people will also sing impromptu in a while? You can hear it here, why join in the fun?"
Xu Lingkuan laughed loudly and cast an appreciative look at Changbai: "The great man of the Sheng family has extraordinary bearing."
He really didn't expect that he would gain so much from attending the poetry meeting for his eldest brother this time.
Not only did I hear songs from the Song family, but I also met the brothers from the Sheng family.
Sheng Changbai...I thought he was just a pedantic scholar, but I didn't expect that he was also a wonderful person.
This calm demeanor is really like it.
In the heart of the fifth master of the Xu family, the image of Sheng Changbai gradually intertwined with that of his elder brother, the current Yongping Marquis Xu Lingyi.
Scanning the children of the Sheng family behind Chang Bai, Xu Lingkuan's thoughts moved slightly. He glanced at the Luo sisters on the side, and then said something in the ear of the Danyang County Lord.
"Two girls, the county master invites you to come over."
"Ah?" Eleven Niang came back to her senses and looked behind her. She recognized that the person who came was the maid beside the Danyang County Lord.
As soon as she turned her head, she saw the Fifth Master and his wife looking at her with smiles, and the county master waved to her.
Xu Lingkuan said to the two girls: "There are many people in the Poetry Club. I was entrusted by my sister-in-law but I neglected the two girls. I am really sorry."
"Fifth Master is too polite." Wu Niang and Eleven Niang couldn't figure out what Xu Lingkuan was thinking, so they replied cautiously.
"Wu Niang, you don't have to be formal on the 11th." The Lord of Danyang County smiled softly and pointed to the opposite side: "This is the brother and sister of the Youyang Sheng family. The ancestors of the Sheng family and my Xu family are in-laws. We haven't seen each other for many years. Today
We met by chance, just in time to invite you to meet."
Wu Niang and Eleven Niang hurriedly greeted the Sheng family and felt a little relieved.
Obviously this is the kindness shown by the Fifth Master and his wife towards their sisters.
The county head smiled and said: "The girls from the Sheng family are about the same age as you, so they just have a companion."
"Exactly!" Sheng Rulan kept nodding her head and quickly called Wu Niang and Eleven Niang to come over.
Sitting down this night, she felt a little bored. Mo Lan was at odds with her, and Minglan was a boring gourd. Now that she had met two new friends, how could she not be happy?
Minglan kept looking at Eleven Niang with her big bright eyes, and happened to meet her eyes.
The two smiled at each other, their eyes full of curiosity.
At this time, Eleven Niang finally recognized Minglan as the woman who played with Jialan at the polo match that day. When they met face to face, she saw Minglan wearing a pink jacket and a hat on her head.
A suet-fat jade lotus hairpin looks sweet and cute, not at all like the golfers galloping on the field that day.
And Minglan looked at Eleven Niang, the curiosity in her heart was no less.
This gentle girl has a lingering sadness in her eyes, but she suppresses it and doesn't want to show it to others.
When Minglan and Shiyiniang met for the first time, in front of Fuleng Hall, Zhou Zhuoming's hands were trembling with excitement as he read out the second half of the words.
The noisy moth is inserted sideways, the light shirt is first tried on, and the leisure time is spent playing. A hundred years and thirty-six thousand nights, I hope it will last like this night.
After reading the entire poem, there was silence for a long time.
It was beyond everyone's expectation. They thought that the second half of Jia Lan's poem would continue the beautiful style of the first half, but unexpectedly, Jie Yuanlang's strokes changed and one sentence suddenly made the whole poem sublime!
Time flies, everyone is changing, and time is like an invisible sieve, slowly filtering people's memories.
Those who stay are always nostalgic.
A hundred years and thirty-six thousand nights, may it last as long as this night! One word immediately evokes people's infinite reverie.
All the scholars looked at Jia Lan with awe.
Such artistic conception and charm make them ashamed.
A burst of pipa sound sounded leisurely, and the notes were like spiritual birds flying, awakening people from their reverie.
That's the pipa played by everyone in the Song Dynasty.
With the pipa in her arms, she stood on the edge of the waterside pavilion, her fingers dancing lightly, and the sound of the pipa flowed like gurgling water.
"The moonlight lanterns shine with shadows and lights..."
The heavenly singing voice transcends everything in the world.