"Canglang Poetry Society versus Haitang Poetry Society?"
In the venue, after hearing the list of the first round, all the scholars immediately started talking.
Of course they have heard of the name of Canglang Poetry Club. It is a poetry club established by students from Yangzhou Fu School.
The members of the Canglang Poetry Society are all outstanding figures in the government schools, including Feng Hanzhang, a young and promising Linshan student who is also well-known in Yangzhou Prefecture.
But where did this Haitang Poetry Club... come from?
In the audience, Han Yuan took a deep breath, winked at Lu Zhe and encouraged him: "Brother Lu, you will come first in a moment!"
Lu Zhe nodded solemnly. Han Yuan had already made arrangements in the private room just now, and he would take the lead.
The reason for this arrangement is very simple, because Lu Zhe's talent is the worst. This is a bit like Tian Ji's horse racing, and let Lu Zhe test his opponent's strength.
Anyway, Lu Zhe will not have any impact on the outcome of the poetry meeting, so it is most appropriate to use him as a touchstone.
Of course, this is just an arrangement made by a few members of the Haitang Poetry Society. In the eyes of Wei Chen and Sheng Changbai, the four of them have almost the same talent and learning. No matter how they arrange their troops, the result will only be a disastrous defeat.
No matter how good the poem is, at least the courage of these four people to dare to fight is still very commendable.
Lu Zhe, who was willing to be cannon fodder, suddenly stood up amidst the encouragement of his friends, with a determined look on his face, and slowly walked into the arena with crab steps.
The person who faced off against Lu Zhe was named Zheng Tao, and he was one of the key members of the Canglang Poetry Society.
When Zheng Tao first saw that his opponent was a boy with a yellow mouth, he felt a little contemptuous in his heart. But when he felt the wind blowing in the wind and the cold water in Lu Zhe's body, the aura of a strong man who will never return once he is gone, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart. p>
Could it be that he is a prodigy from some family?
Zheng Tao's eyes gradually became serious, and he stopped looking down on Lu Zhe.
The first competition was about military poetry.
Zheng Tao seemed to be prepared. He pondered for a moment and then composed a poem, and then looked at Lu Zhe opposite.
Lu Zhe held it in for a long time, until his face turned red and his neck became thick, but he managed to compose a poem.
But what about the quality of this poem... Even Lu Zhe himself was embarrassed to say it out loud.
You can understand just by looking at the weird smiles on the faces of the people around you.
In this first game, Zheng Tao naturally won.
Although Lu Zhe came up with the intention of becoming cannon fodder, being eliminated as soon as he came on the field still made him feel shameless and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
Lu Zhe secretly glanced at the judges' table on the high platform, and then returned to his seat in a gray manner.
When Zhao Luosheng saw this, he couldn't help but sigh secretly. Few people in Yangzhou City knew that this Lu Zhe was his grandson.
It's a pity that although Lu Zhe has his bloodline, he hasn't inherited even the slightest bit of his literary talent.
After Lu Zhe, Haitang Poetry Society successively dispatched three generals: Wang Zhang, Han Yuan, and Sheng Changfeng.
No matter how you say it, Zheng Tao is a serious government student. Where is his background? How can he be compared to Sheng Changfeng, a child who has never even passed the junior college entrance examination?
The result was naturally no surprise. Zheng Tao eliminated all three of them without much effort, completing the feat of one through four. Even Zheng Tao himself couldn't believe it.
The Haitang Poetry Society collapsed so quickly that it was even gloriously defeated, which was beyond the expectations of everyone present.
After a brief silence, uncontrollable low laughter could be heard from time to time.
Sheng Changfeng, who had just been defeated, heard the cynicism from the people around him, and his face suddenly turned red. He lowered his head and retreated to the audience, feeling ashamed to see Mr. Jiang Dong again.
Seeing that Haitang Poetry Society was about to become the laughing stock of all the scholars in the room, Sheng Changbai finally appeared.
Just listen to Sheng Changbai chanting slowly: "White feathers are like frost coming out of the cold city. Hu Feng keeps picking up Chang'an. The top of the city is covered with a western mountain moon. How many soldiers are looking at it immediately."
The first two sentences describe the emergency on the border, the military situation is severe, and the rhythm is rapid and tense. The last two sentences turn from war to lyrical, vigorous and majestic, and the artistic conception is profound.
Sheng Changbai just doesn't deliberately chant the wind on weekdays
Playing with the moon doesn't mean that he doesn't know how to do it. Once Sheng Changbai gets serious, few of his peers can match her ability in poetry.
This song "Song on the Sea" made everyone in the venue clap and applaud.
On the high platform, the three judges headed by Zhao Luosheng unanimously decided that Sheng Changbai won.
After Zheng Tao regretted his defeat, Canglang Poetry Society sent another key member of the society, but he still lost to Sheng Changbai.
The Haitang Poetry Club had been beaten four times by Zheng Tao before and was already recognized as a team. However, out of nowhere, a strong man like Sheng Changbai jumped out. He stopped the decline as soon as he came up and even went through two. The level fluctuated greatly, like a roller coaster.
Everyone was confused.
In the audience, seeing how brave his second brother was, Sheng Changfeng and his friends were so excited that they danced with excitement, their eyes shining brightly, expecting Sheng Changbai to avenge their shame.
At this point, the next question is revealed.
When Sheng Changbai saw the title, his heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he secretly thought that something was wrong. It turned out that the title of this scene was a poem about a relationship between a close friend and a friend.
The so-called boudoir poems mainly express the sorrow of missing a wife, or the emotions of a girl's love for her spring. And this is exactly what Sheng Changbai is least good at.
If Sheng Changbai had this talent, he wouldn't have changed the names of the maids in the study to Yanghao and Langhao.
After all, Sheng Changbai is just a straight man. How can he write the delicate and pitiful tone of a poem about boudoir?
As a result, after Sheng Changbai defeated the two people from the Canglang Poetry Club, he was ultimately defeated.
In the blink of an eye, only Wei Chen was left in the Haitang Poetry Society. Wei Chen seemed to be the hope of the whole village, and all the pressure was concentrated on him.
Sheng Changfeng and Han Yuan were so anxious that their palms were sweating. Wei Chen himself was very calm. He stood up slowly and raised his hand to Zhao Luosheng: "Old sir, please give me a question."
Zhao Luosheng stroked his beard, glanced at Wei Chen, and said with a faint smile: "The name of your poetry club is Haitang, so take Haitang as the title, how about that?"
With Begonia as the title?
Wei Chen was slightly surprised when he heard this.
According to common sense, when people in a poetry club recite poems and sing harmony, the first choice is the name of the club, such as Haitang Poetry Club. The word "Haitang" should be rotten by the members.
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Did Zhao Luosheng choose Haitang as the title because he was afraid that the Haitang Poetry Society would lose badly, so he deliberately helped to reduce the difficulty?
Wei Chen couldn't help but smile bitterly to himself.
It's a pity that Zhao Luosheng didn't know that Wei Chen only joined the Haitang Poetry Club today and had never participated in the activities of chanting Haitang.
Fortunately, Wei Chen had enough stock in his belly. He held it in one hand, walked a few steps, and then slowly chanted: "There is a lot of new green on the branches, Xiaolei hides a few reds deeply, cherish your love and don't spit it out lightly, and teach the peach and plum to make trouble."
Spring breeze."
"Okay, let's teach Tao Li to make spring breeze!"
Zhao Luosheng was already in his 60s, and his beard and hair were all white. Hearing Wei Chen's poem, he immediately stood up and stroked his long beard.
Learn from Begonia, but be careful not to become a peach or plum!"
"Students, please obey your teacher's teachings." All the students in the audience bowed their heads and said yes. Many of them are students in the government and have always treated Zhao Luosheng as a teacher.
After educating the students, Zhao Luosheng turned to look at Wei Chen and nodded appreciatively. Even if Wei Chen's poem was from the past, it was enough to prove his talent.
At this time, Wei Chen was facing off against Feng Hanzhang, a student from the government school who had come out to announce the rules of the poetry meeting.
Just now, Zhao Luosheng praised Wei Chen so much that the pressure on Feng Hanzhang suddenly increased. Fortunately, the topic was not difficult, so he would not be unable to write a poem.
After pondering for a moment, Feng Hanzhang slowly chanted: "The pale autumn face reflects the heavy door, and the seven knots accumulate into a basin full of snow. When I get out of the bath, Taizhen ice makes my shadow, and I hold the Xizi jade in my heart as my soul. The dawn breeze does not dissipate a thousand sorrows,
The lingering rain also adds a trace to the swamp. I lean against the painting railing and if I feel like it, I clear the anvil and complain about the flute to send the evening away."
To be fair, Feng Hanzhang's poem can be regarded as a good work, but he is afraid of comparison in everything. Compared with the poems written by Wei Chen, Feng Hanzhang's poem immediately fell behind.
If the artistic conception is poor, it is useless to pile up rhetoric.
Feng Hanzhang himself is obviously aware of this, but despite his limited ability, he knows it
There is no way to improve it.
He could only place his hopes on Zhao Luosheng. After all, Zhao Luosheng was his teacher in Fu Xue, so he would be biased towards him no matter how much he thought about it.