On the high platform, Zhao Luosheng sighed, frowned, looked at Feng Hanzhang and said: "Your poems are all clichés and idioms. They are too rosy and powdery, and they are inferior in terms of conception."
Zhao Luosheng did not save face for his students at all, and pointed out Feng Hanzhang's problem to the point.
Wei Chen obviously won this match.
Feng Hanzhang stood in the field, his face slightly pale. He had always been proud and arrogant. Before he came on the stage, he had planned to eliminate everyone in the Haitang Poetry Club by himself, but he did not want to end up losing miserably to Wei, who was the last to appear.
Chen.
However, he had to admit that Zhao Luosheng's evaluation was indeed pertinent and fair.
Although he was unwilling to do so, Feng Hanzhang had no choice but to retreat in disgrace.
On the other side, everyone in the Haitang Poetry Club was delighted and overjoyed when they saw Wei Chen defeating a general from the opponent as soon as he came on the field.
Just now, they were almost breathless under the pressure of the people from Canglang Poetry Club. Now, at least the momentum has been temporarily restored.
The next person to appear was Xiao Chong from the Canglang Poetry Society. Like Feng Hanzhang, he was also a graduate of the Fu School.
Xiao Chong stepped into the arena and bowed to Zhao Luo: "Please give me a question, Mr. Zhao."
At this time, a gust of lake breeze happened to blow by, which was biting and cold. Zhao Luosheng tightened his cloak and took another sip of hot tea, which made him feel much warmer.
He glanced at the sparkling cold waves not far away, and couldn't help but sigh: "I'm old and can't stand the cold. The autumn and winter are really difficult for me as an old man. It's better to enjoy the spring! In this case, spring is the best.
Let’s make a topic!”
Xiao Chong got the question and did not dare to neglect it. He immediately began to think deeply. After a long time, he said loudly: "The drizzle wets the neem flowers, and the south wind makes the trees ripe with loquats. Xu Xing did not remember the depth of the mountain, and the orioles crowed all the way home.
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"Good poetry, good poetry!"
After Xiao Zhong finished speaking, the members of the Canglang Poetry Society in the audience began to support Xiao Zhong.
"The soft drizzle, the gentle south wind, and just a few sentences outline the spring of March in the south of the Yangtze River. Listening to this poem is like appreciating a spring mountain tour. How wonderful, how wonderful!"
Hearing the noise from the people in Canglang Poetry Club, Haitang Poetry Club suddenly became unhappy. Sheng Changfeng stood up and raised his voice, unwilling to be outdone: "Mr. Zhao didn't even comment, what are you so anxious about?"
"Okay, stop saying a few words!"
Seeing the smell of gunpowder gradually filling the air between the two sides, Zhao Luosheng quickly spoke to stop it.
Then he looked at Xiao Chong with soft eyes: "I also think this poem is good. From the scenery to the people, it is vivid and full of wild interest."
Xiao Chong was a steady and modest man, and his poems were excellent, and indeed he deserved Zhao Luosheng's praise.
When Wei Chen saw this, his expression became more solemn. After about half a cup of tea, Wei Chen finally recited a poem:
The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky,
The willows on the dike are drunk by the spring smoke.
Children come back early from school,
Busy taking advantage of the east wind to fly kites.
After reciting, Wei Chen bowed deeply to Zhao Luosheng: "This is a student's humble work, and I hope that the old gentleman will give you some advice."
Zhao Luosheng nodded, half smiling.
The young man in front of him is full of talent, but he doesn't seem to be a student in Yangzhou Prefecture, otherwise he could be cultivated well.
"As soon as the grass grows and the orioles fly, as soon as these four words are uttered, the vitality of early spring rushes towards the face. These first two sentences alone have vividly described the scene of early spring."
Zhao Luosheng paused, then continued: "The last two sentences, from objects to people, lovingly describe a scene of a group of children flying kites, and they vividly exaggerate the warmth and charm of early spring.
I can’t help but make people yearn for it!”
"Brother, Xiao lost this game."
After Xiao Chong heard Zhao Luosheng's evaluation of Wei Chen's poems, he already knew who Zhao Luosheng preferred, so he took the initiative to admit defeat to Wei Chen.
Xiao Zhong bowed his hand to Wei Chen and said, "Brother, you are a great talent. I am convinced that I lost. I just have a question in my mind that I hope will be answered."
Xiao Chongcai was much better at learning than Feng Hanzhang, and he was also humble and gentle. Wei Chen had a good impression of him, so he waved his hand and said, "It's okay to ask."
Xiao Zhong asked: "Brother is dressed as a student, and he has obviously entered school a long time ago, but Xiao has never seen him in Yangzhou. May I ask my brother, who is his name, and where did he go to school?
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Hearing Xiao Zhong's question, Wei Chen couldn't help but raise his head and look around the crowd.
At this time, members of the major poetry societies pricked up their ears, and even Zhao Luosheng on the high platform looked at Wei Chen with interest.
If you don’t become famous now, when will you wait?
Wei Chen smiled faintly, bowed to everyone, and reported his family background: "I am Wei Chen in Jiangning. His cursive character is Xingyun. He studied in Jiangning Mansion. I have heard the name of Yangzhou Boat Poetry Club for a long time, so I came to see it.
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"It turns out he is Wei Xingyun!"
"Jianning Mansion's first Xiao Sanyuan in fifty years!"
"He actually came to Yangzhou!"
"No wonder even talented men like Brother Feng and Brother Xiao are not his opponents!"
Everyone in the venue was shocked when Wei Chen announced his name.
The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, and Wei Chen's name were spread to Yangzhou as early as last year along with his poems and articles.
Not to mention that Wei Chen later won three small yuan in a row. Even though many people thought this was just luck, this did not prevent Wei Chen's reputation from spreading throughout Jiangnan Province.
When they heard that their opponent was the famous child prodigy Wei Chen, the members of the Canglang Poetry Club in the audience began to feel a little unable to sit still.
Their president, Feng Hanzhang, lost to Wei Chen. Xiao Chong, who was recognized as the most talented and knowledgeable in the poetry club, was no match for Wei Chen. Although there were many club members who could be sent out to challenge, their level was even higher than that of Feng and Xiao.
If you don’t play, you will only be humiliating yourself.
If we don't come up with a way to deal with it, Canglang Poetry Society will definitely be penetrated by Wei Chen today, becoming a stepping stone for Wei Chen to become famous, and its reputation in Yangzhou Prefecture will be ruined from then on.
This is absolutely unacceptable to Canglang Poetry Society.
President Feng Hanzhang glanced at Wei Chen on the stage, summoned a member with a gloomy face, and whispered a few words into his ear.
Then, under the deliberate cover of several other people, the member quietly sneaked to the area next to the Zuiweng Poetry Club, found Yang Lin, the president of the Zuiweng Poetry Club, and whispered a few words.
Yang Lin struggled for a moment, then finally nodded and handed the visitor a thin booklet.
The man put the booklet in his arms and sneaked into the area next to Yangliu Poetry Society.
After wandering around the field in this way, when he returned to the area of Canglang Poetry Society, this person already had more than ten booklets in his arms.
When Feng Hanzhang saw this, he couldn't help but feel overjoyed. He quickly found Qin Ming, the member of the poetry club who endorsed the fastest, and asked him to take shorthand on the spot, as many as he could remember.
Under the cover of a group of club members, Canglang Poetry Club’s small move did not attract the attention of the judges on the high platform.
At this time, Xiao Chong had already withdrawn. Feng Hanzhang deliberately pretended to discuss it for a while, and finally sent out another person. He did not ask him to win, but only asked him to buy enough time for Qin Ming.
After Xiao Chong came back, he felt that the atmosphere in the club was strange. When he saw what Qin Ming was carrying, he was shocked. He quickly found Feng Hanzhang and persuaded him bitterly: "Brother Feng, if you do this, even if you win, it will be a loss."
You can’t win without force!”
"Brother Xiao, I know you have always kept a clean mind, but this is a decision jointly made by me and the other presidents of the poetry club. It is best for you not to interfere."
Feng Hanzhang looked gloomy and turned to look at Wei Chen, who was high-spirited on the stage.
"This is Yangzhou. If a person from Jiangning is allowed to become famous by stepping on the poetry societies of Yangzhou, it will be a shame for hundreds of students in Yangzhou."