Chapter Ninety-Nine: Spring Snow in Qinyuan
After the delegation of Dongdu University exchanged "chirps and wows" for a while, Yamamoto came out again and looked at Nanlidao:
"It's not a lot of quantity that you can win, in terms of quality, your four songs are not necessarily smart. The text is too straightforward and not beautiful enough, and it can lose in the realm. ”
The so-called literature has no first, and there is no second martial arts.
After literature reaches a certain level, it is indeed difficult to say which is higher or lower between different styles.
Of course, the professors of the School of Deep Sea Art are not to be outdone, they can't write poems, but they still have vision, one of them is called Professor Wang Guozhen said:
"Our Nanli students have made four poems in a row, one is more classic than the other, and from the scene into the love, the scene is blended, it can be described as a rare and excellent work, I have lived so big, I have never seen such a short and concise, shallow and profound five-word quatrain. You touch your conscience and say, you dare to say that such ancient poems are not good?"
Wang Guozhen is a master's tutor majoring in Chinese painting, and he also has a deep study of traditional poetry.
Hearing this, Yamamoto's face turned slightly red.
Ida Huiichi, who has not spoken, said honestly:
"Mr. Nanli. Being able to write such poems at a young age can be regarded as a genius. If the old man was young, it would never be compared. ”
Deeply influenced by Chinese culture, Ida Huiichi has the style of a great Chinese literati, his tone is quite sincere, and his attitude is also very humble.
Good is good!
A bad is a bad one!
There is nothing to argue with this.
"But ......" he muttered slightly: "These four poems do not cut to the theme, I admit that the images of the Yangtze River, the Yellow River, the south of the Yangtze River, and the plum blossoms are all things of Dahua, but the representation is not clear enough, the cherry blossom is the national flower of our Fusang country, and I praise the cherry blossoms, which is to praise the Fusang country, so in terms of the topic, I think you have lost." ”
Listening to Ida Huiyi's words, Nan Li shook his head, it sounded a little reasonable, but after thinking about it carefully, this old man was obviously messing around.
Because Dahua is vast and vast, like a dragon, how can a poem be written.
Only a small country like Fuso can have a national flower. From south to north, from east to west, the climate, environment, topography, food, and culture of Dahua are very different. People's preferences also vary, and it's hard to unify them.
But this is not difficult for Nanli, he stretched his hands a little, yawned and said:
"Those poems just now are just hors d'oeuvres, in order to tell you, I can write hundreds of poems like that in a minute, and the following is the main ......"
People respect me a foot, I respect people, since these little devils are so ignorant, then I will make some fierce materials, once you lose convincingly.
Hearing this, not only the Fuso people, but also the students present were looking forward to it.
Dean Wang's eyes narrowed into a line: "The show has begun!"
Nan Li raised his head, his gaze went over Ida Keiichi in front of him, over Yamamoto Lang, through the window above the auditorium, looking at the distant sky, his eyes deep and low.
He pondered, trying to brew his emotions, like a lion before the explosion, exuding a sharp and pressing momentum.
The whole stadium was silent, and the students' bright eyes widened, staring straight at Nanli, for fear of missing something.
Under the gaze of thousands of pairs of eyes, Nan Li slowly opened his mouth, and his voice was low and majestic.
"The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting, looking at the inside and outside of the Great Wall, but the remaining recklessness, up and down the big river, suddenly lost and surging. ”
The Great Wall, the Yellow River!
It is the landmark thing of the Great China Kingdom, especially the Great Wall and the Yellow River, at the beginning, the pattern is very large, outlining the vast and rich land.
This kind of grandeur is something that the people of Fuso Province, who live on a small and narrow island all year round, can never experience.
"Mountain Dance Silver Snake, the original Chi wax elephant, want to be higher than the Tiangong test, must be sunny, look at the red dress and wrap, extraordinarily enchanting, leading countless heroes to bend their waists. ”
Although the pattern of Nanli's words is very large, there is nothing special at the beginning, especially these few sentences, which are purely writing scenes, depicting the mountains and rivers of the northern country, which are ordinary and decent.
"Poof!"
Yamamoto covered his mouth and chuckled: "Mr. Nan doesn't think that a lot of words is a good poem, right? If so, then we can simply forget about writing articles." ”
Ida Huiichi also shook his head and sighed lightly: "Although the momentum is magnificent, but the emotion is insufficient, it will inevitably float on the surface, and there is nothing to say, which is something that poets should try to avoid." ”
According to what Ida said by Yasuichi Ida, there is nothing wrong with that.
However, Nan Li's face was still flat.
This poem is flat on the top, and the realm of the lower is suddenly turned, the momentum is magnificent, and the artistic conception is broad, and no one can compare with it.
When he first read this poem, he was also deeply shocked by its pride and grandeur.
Later, I learned about the life and deeds of the author of this poem, and I worshiped such a generation of great men.
"I pity the Emperor of Qin and the Han Emperor, slightly lost the literary talent, the Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty, slightly inferior to the coquettish, a generation of Tianjiao Tuoba Khan, only know how to bend the bow and shoot the eagle. ”
He raised his head, shook his head, his voice was subdued, every word was like a professional announcer, and the words struck in everyone's hearts, and a wave of momentum like mountains and seas surged.
The original poem is called "Qin Emperor Han Wu, Tang Dynasty Song Zu, and a generation of Tianjiao Genghis Khan", which are all famous great kings on the earth.
But there is no such thing in the world he is in, and there happen to be heroes such as Emperor Qin and Emperor Han, Tang King Song Xiang, and Tuoba Khan.
These people are all well-known figures in the Dahua country, either to establish a unified dynasty, or to expand the territory and raise the prestige of Dahua. Either it is to develop the economy, attach importance to people's livelihood, and open a peaceful and prosperous world.
Even in Fusang Country, when it comes to these characters, they are also famous.
Therefore, Nanli made some slight changes to the original poem.
It's just that Nanli's poem made everyone frown when they heard it. Think about these emperors through the ages, which one is not famous in war and famous!
But Nanli actually wrote: Emperor Qin and Emperor Han are a little lacking in literary talent, and the Tang Dynasty and Song Xiang are also slightly coquettish, Tuoba Khan, just a martial artist!
This young man is too arrogant, right?
Jing Tian Huiyi frowned, squinted his eyes, and looked at Nanli in wonder, he couldn't figure out what Nanli was going to do?
Nanli was fearless, still looking indifferent, and the last sentence, chanted softly, echoed for a long time in the silent stadium.
"Looking at the past, counting the romantic figures, and looking at the present. ”
The audience was dumbfounded!
soon
Warm applause exploded like boiling water in the hall!
"Wonderful!" an old professor squirted out a mouthful of water.
The last sentence sublimates the whole word to an unprecedented realm, and the artistic conception of the whole word has reached a higher level. ”