"Su Curtain Shade: Acacia Sends the Bright Moon"

"Autumn Suoyi, the old man. How to solve the feelings, only lovesick tears. Sadness wants to break off and regain affection, and the mind is like water, because it is in love.

The wind is sluggish, and it is almost amorous. It's cool in the middle of the night, and homesick sends the bright moon. The moon is like water penetrating homesickness, the wind plays curtains, and the curtain beads think about it. ”

"This is a poem, can the people of the academy also make a poem with Mingyue. ”

After Zhuang Bo finished reading a poem, his expression was quite proud, this was the most proud poem in his life, and he proposed to make a poem with the title of "Bright Moon" at this time, so as to enhance the difficulty.

"Senior Brother Zhuang said well, the previous poems were too pediatric, and this kind of proposition poems can be seen to test the level. Yi Xiao nodded in agreement.

Then he said, "With the title of 'Bright Moon', I think the talents of Bailu Academy should have no opinions. ”

Yi Xiao's gaze swept to the people of Bailu Academy and asked them for advice.

"Naturally, there is no opinion on this. As the "No. 1 talent" of the academy, Lan Xin had no choice but to nod his head.

His mind was racing, and all the knowledge of poetry passed through his mind.

Can......

With Mingyue's verses, he didn't come up with a word.

"Qin Shi, did the academy invite you over to let you be in a daze here?" At this time, Lan Xin looked at Qin Shi in their crowd, and saw that he was leisurely and contented, and he didn't care about himself, and he immediately felt a little angry in his heart.

You didn't make two poems in Rumenglou before, and now you can't let out a fart.

has been fighting poems for so long, and I haven't seen Qin Shi make a poem.

What is the use of Dean Su Meixue sending an invitation to this guy?

He Lan Xin admitted that the two poems of the other party were very well written before, and he admitted that he couldn't write them, but now the other party's performance made him have great doubts.

He wondered if Qin Shi's two poems were plagiarized, otherwise why didn't he contribute to the poems just now?

"I know a poem, and my name is 'Bright Moon'. At this moment, a brown-haired girl with a scorpion tail whip said timidly.

"What verses, let's hear it. "Someone is interested.

Mingyue recalled for a moment and said: "This poem is called "Water Tune Song Head. ”

"When is the bright moon? I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dance to figure out how the shadow seems to be in the world. ”

"Turn to Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

Mingyue thought for a while, and recited Su Shi's Mingyue when she had it.

Because this poem has the word "Mingyue", Mingyue asked her brother to copy it to her, and then memorized the poem.

When she heard that she was going to talk about "Bright Moon", she thought of this poem, so she memorized it.

Su Shi's song "When Will the Bright Moon Exist" came out of the mouth of the bright moon, as if a deep water ** exploded, and the surroundings were silent for a while.

Countless eyes looked at Mingyue in unison, with disbelief.

Whether it is the artistic conception or the wording, this song is definitely a masterpiece.

Mingyue, who felt the many eyes, turned slightly red, and was a little embarrassed.

"We made a song in Bailu Academy, and now it's time for you Qingteng Academy. Wang Ya's expression moved.

Hearing this, the Qingteng Academy was dumbfounded for a while, as soon as this poem came out, how could they still get their hands on those works?

The people of the Peach Blossom Poetry Society were born with a sense of shame, and for a while, they couldn't come up with better poems.

"Little girl, did you write your poems?" asked Liu Qingfeng, the hall master of the Hall, with a face full of shock.

"My brother wrote ......" Mingyue blinked.

"Your brother, who is your brother?" Liu Qingfeng was curious.

"He's my sister. Then a teenager spoke up.

It was Qin Shi who spoke up slowly, and said with a thick face: "I wrote this poem. ”

When he said this, Qin Shi felt very wonderful, as if he was at ease, and that poem didn't seem to have anything to do with Su Shi.

Can plagiarism also be addictive?

Can you also have a clear conscience, not a red face, and a heartbeat?

It's a terrible thought.

But since Qin Shi knew about the existence of the poems in Rumeng Tower, his face became thicker.

Take Dean Bai Lu as an example.

Although he still can't figure out what happened to Dean Bai Lu's poems, he thinks that even Dean Bai Lu has copied them so freshly and refinedly, so what's the problem with copying them himself?

So, he directly changed the surname of the song "When Will There Be a Bright Moon" to Qin.

"Your poem is well written, but there are some errors in the artistic conception. ”

"For example, 'people have joys and sorrows, and the moon has clouds and sunny days, and this matter is difficult to complete'. ”

"Is it wrong that this month is cloudy and sunny? Everyone in the world knows that the bright moon hangs high like a mirror, day and night are the same, and there is no beginning and no end. And you say that the moon is cloudy and sunny, isn't that a fallacy?"

"If a poet wants to write good poetry, in addition to his own talent, he must not be imaginative, but must be realistic. The moon is obviously round, but you have to write it as yin, this is not nonsense. ”

Liu Qingfeng expressed his opinion, and in his opinion, it was a matter of common sense. The author should not make up nonsense and be unrealistic because he wants to achieve a certain artistic conception.

"That is, no matter how good your writing is, if it's not realistic, it's all nonsense. Yi Xiao of the Peach Blossom Poetry Society came back to his senses and struck a blow.

Although we can't write such poems, we don't talk nonsense, we don't write something false.

"Don't you have any imagination at all? If you don't have imagination, I advise you not to write poetry. Qin Shi was naturally too lazy to talk nonsense with them, and now he couldn't explain this round of treachery.

"Without a little imagination, without borrowing some exaggerated techniques, how can the poems be vivid and full of fantasy. ”

"For example, the flying stream went straight down to 3,000 feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way fell for nine days. ”

"It's not that the waterfall really looks like the Milky Way falling for nine days, but with this exaggerated and imaginative technique, is it better to describe the momentum of the waterfall? ”

Qin Shi stiffened his head, casually took out a poem by Li Bai, and reprimanded him.

He doesn't care what kind of hall master you are or someone else, if you want to be a literati, how can you write good things without a little imagination.

Qin Shi's words made the other party speechless, like a thunderbolt exploding in the lake of people's hearts.

No one has ever said anything like that.

Nowadays, poetry and songs, where can you write any whimsical articles, especially in this era of martial arts, literati are a little despised.

As a result, poetry and other things have become less and less valued, and the literary world has become deserted, and there are no great works.

The entire literary world has become extremely sluggish, and the works lack imagination.

"You said it nicely, can you make another poem with the title of 'Bright Moon'. Wang Ya said with her mouth crossed.

"How can one song be enough. The corners of Qin Shi's mouth raised, it seemed that the time had come for him to pretend to be forced.

What a ghost poetry conference, it's not interesting at all.