Chapter Three Hundred and Twelve Questions About the Picture of Fishing Alone in the Qiujiang River
After reading a poem, Yu Wencheng stood high and seemed quite satisfied with his work.
Lu Xuezhen and Dong Fangshu were the first to applaud, and several others immediately began to praise Yu Wencheng's poem.
The people standing behind Jiang Fan looked at each other in confusion.
They didn't think there was anything particularly good about this poem, it seemed to be neat at best.
The structure is also quite innovative, but everything else seems... just average?
But Yu Wencheng was famous, so the few people standing behind Jiang Fan did not dare to say anything. They just looked at Chen Ang, wanting to hear what the world-famous former imperial master had to say.
However, when they turned to look at Chen Ang, they found that there was no expression change on Chen Ang's face.
There seems to be no intention to comment. It is obvious that this poem did not have any emotional impact on Chen Ang's formation.
"Mr. Chen, what do you think of my poem...?"
Yu Wencheng didn't notice this. Seeing that Chen Ang didn't express anything, he asked directly and expectantly.
Obviously, he was extremely confident in his impromptu poem.
"Well... it's okay. The structure is good, and the mosaic method is also eye-catching. However, the whole poem is not neat, and the wording and sentences are too deliberate. But considering the limitations of impromptu poetry, it can barely be given
Let’s evaluate it.”
Chen Ang raised his eyelids and said hesitantly.
"In the middle? Just in the middle? Mr. Chen, please don't use your own standards to measure us. Everyone knows that your ability to write poems and lyrics, there are few people in the entire Zhou Dynasty who can match you.
If we measure it according to your own standards, then none of us will get a good evaluation."
Yu Wencheng said with a dry smile, feeling somewhat dissatisfied with Chen Ang's evaluation.
"I don't measure it according to my own standards. I measure it according to the universal standards. Apart from the good mosaic structure, this poem is basically useless."
Chen Ang glanced at Yu Wencheng and said very rudely.
Yu Wencheng's face froze, then he laughed twice and stopped talking.
"What about you? Young man, have you written any poems?"
Chen Ang turned to look at Jiang Fan and asked.
"Ah...it does exist. It is also a mosaic structure."
Jiang Fan smiled and nodded.
Inspired by Yu Wencheng, he suddenly thought of a poem that was not famous but was of extremely high standard.
Among all the poems inlaid with numbers, this poem is the leader!
"It's also a mosaic structure? Oh, you're blowing too hard, aren't you? I guess it's too difficult for you to compose an impromptu poem? So you didn't have a clue for a while. After listening to my poem, you want to copy one?
Gee, do you really think the mosaic structure is simple? Let me tell you, the mosaic structure is much more difficult than ordinary poetry!"
Yu Wencheng sneered and vented his dissatisfaction with Chen Ang directly on Jiang Fan.
Jiang Fan glanced at Yu Wencheng and did not say anything to refute, but directly recited: "One coop, one hat, one small boat, one foot of silk fiber, one inch of hook. One song, one bottle of wine, one person fishing alone...One Jiangqiu."
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After finishing speaking, Chen Ang, who originally seemed to have no energy, his eyes lit up instantly!
Although other people in the teahouse couldn't tell how exquisite this poem was at first glance, their first instincts were that Jiang Fan's poem was much better than Yu Wencheng's!
Even Yu Wencheng himself and two other young people from Jinling had the same view.
But everyone still turned their heads subconsciously and looked at Chen Ang.
"What a poem! The fishermen are fishing, drinking and singing, and enjoying the autumn scenery all to themselves. Although they are carefree, they also hide a lot of desolation and loneliness!"
"The first two sentences are almost blank descriptions, but the last two sentences have infinite meaning. The last sentence 'one man fishes alone in the autumn of the river' seems to be a return, but this 'fishing' is no longer the other 'fishing'. Appreciate the autumn scenery of the river and feel the river.
The autumn colors are already 'the virtual and the real'. It can be called everyone's handiwork!"
Chen Ang seemed to be much more energetic. While speaking, his two wise eyes that had seen all the vicissitudes of life were constantly roaming Jiang Fan's body, as if he wanted to see through Jiang Fan.
At the same time, he said: "Young man, what is your name?"
"Mr. Chen, are you just thinking of asking me my name now?"
Jiang Fan said with a smile.
"Of course! I have lived for so many years and have met so many people. If I had to know everyone's name, would I be exhausted? Of course, I only need to ask for names worth remembering."
Chen Ang said proudly.
"So my name is worth remembering?"
"That's right, this poem alone is worth it!"
Chen Ang nodded and said.
"Jiang Fan, Jiang of Jianghe, ordinary Fan."
Jiang Fan said with a smile.
He suddenly discovered that this former Taixue Tufu was actually not an annoying person.
It's just that if you have unique talents, you will naturally have some unique temperaments.
A poem called "Picture of Fishing Alone on the Autumn River" by Wang Shizhen, a poet from the early Qing Dynasty, conquered the former Imperial College Master. I really don't know that if I took out the poems of Li Bai and Du Fu, this former Imperial College Master would be shocked.
To what extent.
"Jiang Fan? Yes, I remember your name. The winner of the first question is Jiang Fan."
After Chen Ang read it silently, he nodded, and then directly announced the results of the first poem.
The people standing behind Jiang Fan suddenly cheered in unison.
Even though they all thought Jiang Fan's poem was better, without Chen Ang coming to announce the result, they still felt a little uneasy after all.
Yu Wencheng's face looked so ugly that it seemed like water was dripping from his eyes. Hearing the cheers around him, he felt extremely harsh.
He couldn't help gritting his teeth and said: "Mr. Chen! I think this judgment is biased. He used the same structure as me and was obviously imitating my poems! Even if his poems are indeed better than mine, considering the imitation,
The question written should also be a tie, right?"
"A tie?"
Chen Ang glanced at Yu Wencheng and said disdainfully: "The gap between the two poems is so big, how dare you say they are tied? Want to tie? Yes, you can follow this format and write another one, as long as it can reach the level of Jiang Fan's poems
In terms of standard, I’ll give you a tie. Let’s see how well you can do if it’s also a copycat?”
Yu Wencheng couldn't help but open his mouth slightly, and he suddenly felt that he couldn't get off the stage.
He knew in his heart that the level of Jiang Fan's poem would be almost impossible for him to compose even if he had enough time to refine it, let alone this kind of improvisation.
Even if it is an imitation, it is useless if it is not of sufficient quality...
The man facing Lao Cheng reached out and patted Yu Wencheng's shoulder, easing Yu Wencheng's embarrassment.
Then he bowed to Chen Ang and saluted: "Sir, please don't argue with Yuwen. He has a rather impatient temper and his words will inevitably lose their order. We lost the first question, please ask the second question."