"Oh, don't be angry. After all, you suddenly came over to challenge me aggressively. It's normal for me to be worried like this, right? Let's make a bold assumption and verify it carefully. Since you have said that you will have a good reputation throughout your life.
, then I must believe you, after all, we are all shameless people, right."
Jiang Fan said with a smile.
You want face?! If you really want face, why do you have to gamble on poetry? Do you think this is a casino?
Yu Wencheng cursed secretly in his heart.
Chen Ang snorted coldly and said: "I have been teaching at Taixue for thirty years, and I have taught many students. Even if it is for my own face, I will definitely make a fair judgment! If you treat me later
If you have any objections to my judgment, you can take the poem to ask your masters in Heyang City! Let them tell me whether my judgment is reasonable!"
"In addition, the rules for your poetry writing are very simple. I choose the topic at will, and both of you can write poems or write lyrics on the spot according to the topic. I will judge which one's work is better. As for the topic, I can also guarantee that,
I definitely didn’t inform anyone in advance, it must have been a spur-of-the-moment idea.”
Having said this, Chen Ang glared at Jiang Fan. It was obvious that the last emphasis was specially addressed to Jiang Fan.
"No problem, I still believe in Mr. Chen's moral character. Although it is our first time to meet him, Mr. Chen is upright and does not look like a bad person. I think the three friends from Jinling should not be either.
I question your judgment, Mr. Chen."
Jiang Fan said with a smile.
The three young men, headed by the old man, twitched at the corners of their eyes at the same time.
Who is questioning it? Aren’t you expressing your distrust of Mr. Chen? It’s none of our business!
"Well, since you don't have any objections, I will give you the first question."
Chen Ang stroked the beard on his chin and closed his eyes to think about the problem.
Jiang Fan suddenly interrupted and said, "Mr. Chen, I have a question that I would like to ask you for advice."
"What's wrong with you!"
Chen Ang gritted his teeth and opened his eyes again.
"Ahem, that's right. I want to ask, since the three friends from Jinling have objections to the quality of my poetry, have they... read the poems I wrote?"
Jiang Fan asked with a smile.
"I haven't read it! Do you still hope that the poems you wrote in Heyang City will spread to Jinling? It's not a famous poem handed down from generation to generation. Who is interested in seeing what you wrote?"
Yu Wencheng said very disdainfully.
"Oh, that's it... That's really strange. You haven't even read the content of my poems. How can you conclude that my poems must be bad?"
Jiang Fan looked curious.
"Is there any need to ask? Since the founding of the Zhou Dynasty, all the famous poets and lyricists are from the south! You northerners can't even pass the imperial examination, and you still write poems and lyrics? Don't be kidding! You are just the taller among the short ones. You
Do you really think that your ability to write poems and lyrics is as exaggerated as those masters say?"
Yu Wencheng mocked rather nonchalantly.
Chen Ang was not as obviously hostile as Yu Wencheng. After being silent for a while, he said: "The poems you wrote have not spread to Jinling, but the evaluations of you by the masters who are worshiped by Prince Wu's Palace in Heyang City have already
It has spread throughout the whole Zhou Dynasty. So not only have they not read your poems, but I have not read them either."
"I see, then I understand, please ask the question."
Jiang Fan smiled and stretched out his hand to signal.
No wonder these three people from Jinling are so confident. It turns out they have no idea what poems they have copied...
It was a little strange just now. If they had really seen the works they copied, how could they still look so determined to win?
Even if the famous poems from his own world are brought here, they will lose a lot of years of precipitation and the legend brought by the addition of some historical events, but the quality of the poems themselves is absolutely impeccable.
Anyone with some basic ability to appreciate poetry can definitely see how high the poetry itself has reached.
Originally Jiang Fan thought that these three people from Jinling were planning to cheat and win together with the old man in front of him.
That's why he spoke rudely to the old man.
But now it seems...it was simply because he was thinking too complicated...the other party really planned to use his strength to crush him, and he didn't take him seriously from the beginning to the end.
This is really dumbfounding...
"The first question, um... the first question won't be too difficult, and it will make it easier for you to get off to a good start. Let's use the number 'one' as the title, as long as there is 'one' in the poem.
'That's it. Of course, the criterion for evaluation is still the poetry itself. In order to show fairness, since it is three people versus one person, then the three people do it first and the one person does it last, so that they can have more time to think."
After Chen Ang thought for a while, he said casually.
No one objected to this request. The three young people from Jinling obviously had absolute confidence in themselves and did not think that Jiang Fan would be able to write something good with just a little more time to think.
As Chen Ang finished speaking, the entire second floor of the teahouse instantly fell into silence.
Whether it was Jiang Fan and Jin Ling who were conducting the poem duet, or the dozen other young men and women from Heyang City, all of them began to think about Chen Ang's topic.
This kind of impromptu poetry is a test of quick wit and experience. Because there is no time to study and ponder the words and sentences, and it is impossible to make repeated revisions, there are often more or less flaws in the finished poems.
In the end, the comparison between impromptu poems and poems is often about whose poem is more neat and charming.
If you can come up with unique ideas in terms of structure, you can often win.
As for the deeper artistic conception, it is basically difficult to reflect it in the process of improvising poetry.
Yu Wencheng and the three of them all looked like they were thinking hard. In comparison, Jiang Fan looked too relaxed.
Strictly speaking, Chen Ang's topic is not difficult, but because of this, the topic seems too big. It seems that you can write it any way, but it is difficult to come up with a truly outstanding work in a short time.
Jiang Fan didn't need to think at all. He only had to carefully recall the poems he had memorized in his mind, and then choose a suitable one and copy it.
Anyway, in my own world, any work that can withstand the baptism of time and eventually be handed down can be regarded as a true masterpiece.
The only difference is, 'best' and 'better'.
"Yes!"
After only a few minutes, Yu Wencheng suddenly slapped himself in the face, with a proud expression on his face.
After clearing his throat, he said loudly: "One lake, one water, one sand gull, one piece of green mountain, one bowl of porridge, one glance at the galaxy, one dog, a life of hard work and a lifetime of worries."