He poured himself a cup of tea, drank it in one gulp, and then said: "The world of mortals is filled with blooming flowers, and everyone is addicted to it. Their desires are hard to satisfy. In just a few decades of winter and summer, they have been asking for something but not getting it, not being able to give it up, and not willing to give it up.
Gone in a flash."
"At the end of the day, I realized that everything was false, but I am already old and have no more time to waste. It is really a great sadness. This second chapter... Let's take the title of 'Red Dust'. It is 'seeing through'
It doesn't matter if you're 'addicted' or not, just do it."
After saying that, Chen Ang poured himself another cup of tea.
This time, I didn't drink it in one gulp, but tasted it slowly.
Red dust?
The dozen or so scholars from Heyang City couldn't help but look at each other in confusion.
Compared with the first question, this question is undoubtedly much narrower in scope, but it is also much more difficult!
At least for young people, the word "red dust" is too profound and without enough experience and understanding. If it is just piled up with words, it will eventually appear flashy and will eventually fall into the inferior category.
What's more, it is still an impromptu poem, and the creation of the poem must be completed in a very short time.
Under all the conditions, the topic "Red Earth" is like a nightmare.
The three people in Jinling frowned and thought hard. Yu Wencheng, who had just lost a match, couldn't help but start pacing back and forth.
In contrast, Jiang Fan was still sitting leisurely on the chair, crossing his legs, patted his shoulders, and motioned to Lin Wanqing, who was standing behind him, to rub his shoulders.
Lin Wanqing was very obedient in situations like this where outsiders were around. Basically, she would do whatever Jiang Fan asked her to do.
So even though he was not very skilled, he still pressed Jiang Fan gently.
With the support of a strong martial arts realm, the strength can be mastered to the extreme, and it can be channeled through the Qi in the body, so this kind of kneading, even if it is unfamiliar, still makes Jiang Fan extremely comfortable.
So Jiang Fan leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes, and concentrated on enjoying himself.
Chen Ang didn't look at anyone. Ever since Jiang Fan finished his first poem, his eyes had always been focused on Jiang Fan.
The reason why the second question was titled "Red Dust" was actually just to test Jiang Fan.
He wanted to know what level Jiang Fan's poetry had reached!
The poem in the first question made Chen Ang extremely amazed. Even Chen Ang himself could only achieve the level of that poem when his emotions hit him occasionally in his life.
Basically, Chen Ang was very convinced that the first poem written by Jiang Fan had already reached the height that he, an imperial master, had achieved in poetry.
And Jiang Fan still composes poetry impromptu! This is terrible!
No wonder he was evaluated by several masters enshrined in Prince Wu's Mansion as the most talented poet in the Zhou Dynasty. He indeed had real ability!
After today's competition is over, it seems that I must find these poems that Jiang Fan has written before and take a closer look at them.
Let’s see what kind of work can get such high praise!
Chen Ang thought silently in his heart.
It was almost time for a cup of tea when the mature-looking young man suddenly cleared his throat, breaking the silence.
"Mr. Chen, I'm fine."
Chen Ang turned to look at the mature young man and nodded slowly.
The young man took a deep breath and said loudly: "When I was young, I didn't hear about the bitterness of the world, but I have heard about it in my old age. After ten years of living in poverty, I returned to my hometown and became a local sage. I lived in poverty in the busy city and no one cared about me. I devoted myself to wealth only for money.
The endless blue at the Yaochi banquet, the line of red dust and the line of sky, the jade plate and the exquisite delicacies and neon clothes are not as good as an acre of field in the mountain village."
Chen Ang raised his eyebrows slightly, stroked his beard and nodded: "Well, yes, the level is higher than the first one. Although the word 'deliberate' still cannot be escaped, at your age, you can make such a performance on this topic."
The poem is already quite good. It links the title back and forth, contrasts and contrasts, and the technique is skillful. In addition, it is an improvised poem, so it can be rated as above average."
Hearing that Chen Ang was satisfied with his poems, the mature-looking young man couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, his face lit up with joy, and he bowed to Chen Ang.
But before the bowing ceremony was completed, a slight snoring suddenly came to my ears.
"Hey~~hoo~~"
The snoring was not loud, but the second floor of the teahouse was very quiet, so it sounded extremely clear.
In an instant, everyone looked towards the place where the snoring sound came from.
Jiang Fan was seen leaning on the back of the chair, enjoying Lin Wanqing's massage, and fell asleep...
Suddenly being stared at by everyone, an embarrassed look appeared on Lin Wanqing's face.
The hands that were still pressing Jiang Fan's shoulders subconsciously stopped and at the same time gently pushed Jiang Fan.
After all, the time was too short. Jiang Fan had just fallen asleep and had not had time to fall asleep, so Lin Wanqing pushed him and he woke up directly.
His body trembled and he rubbed his eyes. Only then did he realize that everyone seemed to be looking at him. Jiang Fan couldn't help but feel a little confused.
"You fell asleep when you were supposed to be thinking. Can I think that this is because in your opinion, there is no difficulty in composing poetry impromptu? The moment you knew the title, you already had it
A complete work?”
Chen Ang said with a serious face.
"Ah? Ah, this... it took a bit long. Because I had to do the next work, I was bored waiting. In addition, Wan Qing's pressure was so comfortable that I fell asleep without realizing it. I'm really sorry.
.”
Jiang Fan apologized sincerely.
"Okay, then let me have a good look at it and listen to what your poems are about!"
Chen Ang said angrily.
Jiang Fan quite understands why Chen Ang is angry, but he can only blame Lin Wanqing for being so good at pressing it. He is simply a master of hypnosis. Who can withstand this?
After coughing twice, Jiang Fan paused for a moment, and just when he couldn't help but ridicule the mature young man, he finally said: "In Taohuawu, there is Peach Blossom Temple, and under Peach Blossom Temple, there are Peach Blossom Fairies; Peach Blossom Fairies plant peach trees,
And I picked peach blossoms to exchange for wine money."
Um?
The anger on Chen Ang's face couldn't help but dissipate a little.
The face of the mature-looking young man froze, and a shocked expression soon appeared.
“When I’m sober, I just sit in front of flowers; when I’m drunk, I come and sleep under flowers; when I’m half-awake and half-drunk, I sit in front of flowers day after day, and the flowers fall and bloom year after year.
I hope that I will die in my old age and spend my time in wine, and I will not bow down in front of the chariots and horses. Those who have rich chariots and horses will have good fortune, but those who are poor will have good fortune."
Jiang Fan continued to chant.
Chen Ang had already closed his eyes and shook his head rhythmically as Jiang Fan recited, his face filled with emotions that seemed to be enjoyment.
"If the rich and the poor are compared to the poor and the low, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky. If the poor and the low are compared to the chariot and the horse, he has to drive and I have nothing to do. The world laughs at me for being too crazy, but I laugh at the world and can't see through it. I don't see the tombs of the heroes of Wuling, there are no flowers and no flowers.
Liquor…hoeing the fields.”
"good!"
As soon as Jiang Fan finished reciting, Chen Ang suddenly opened his eyes and shouted "Hello" with great energy.