Liuyu Qushui is one of the important customs of the Shangsi Festival. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the third day of the third month of the summer calendar, people gather around the crooked stream, place wine glasses upstream, and whoever flows with the water will take them out and drink them, and write a poem.

Hence the name of the flowing water.

Wang Xizhi once wrote in the Preface to the Lanting Collection: "...... There are also clear streams and rapids, reflecting the left and right, leading to the flow of the water", this is what is said, the flow of the water is very popular among the readers, and it has gradually become an elegant interest.

Therefore, the academy has taken the flowing water as the main part of the activity as usual.

Lu Shuo followed everyone to the whirlpool pool.

At this time, along the curved and smooth stream, long tables have been laid out on both banks, one after the other, at the same distance, most of them are located in the bend of the stream, apparently for the sake of the preservation of wine glasses.

Everyone sat down according to their preferences.

Lu Shuo sat in the middle, surrounded by acquaintances, Zhou Mao on the west side, Yuan Wenji on the east side, as for the few people sitting in other directions, although Lu Shuo looked familiar, but because they were not the same master, they didn't see each other much, and they couldn't even call their names.

However, this did not affect the cheerful atmosphere among everyone, such a large-scale flow of water was rare, and everyone was novel and nervous, and the set of adult rules in the academy was temporarily left behind.

One of Yuan Zhongdao's scholars shook the bell, and the feast officially began.

The theme of the first round is "Winter Goes to Spring".

Winter goes to spring, sigh the desolation of winter, cherish the beauty of spring!

It's an old-fashioned subject, but it's a little difficult to write something new.

Especially this time, the questioner is still the mountain chief Yuan Zhongdao!

Yuan Zhongdao!

The famous Confucian!

There are so many things I want to do well in front of him!

If you can get his blue eyes, and the two sentences of being instructed are light, Yuan Zhongdao's protégés are all over the world, and worshipping him is equivalent to having a lot of help from his peers.

The crowd couldn't help but cheer up.

Yuan Zhongdao sat on the west side and took the lead in holding a wine glass to write a poem:

The rain is soft in February, and the wind is cold and resting.

The old branches are horizontally and shallow, and the new red is dim over the floor.

Even more pity for the fairy's low green hair, and also envy the peach blossoms.

If you don't want to add Dai in front of the lamp, it is better to go back and get a light boat.

Yuan Zhongdao was reading, and someone over there had already rolled up his sleeves and recorded it with a big stroke of the pen.

"Good poetry!"

As soon as Yuan Zhongdao's words fell, someone immediately clapped and cheered.

The crowd began to analyze the subtleties of his poem.

It is indeed a good poem!" Lu Shuo said in his heart.

The imagery is fresh and simple, combined with the scenery in the mountains, and the combination of a few brushstrokes makes the artistic conception beautiful.

It's really a first-class piece.

"Clumsy!"

Yuan Zhongdao smiled and waved his hand, stopping everyone's cheers and cheers.

Everyone here knows the rules, so I don't need to repeat them! Let's get started now......

Yuan Zhongdao said, gently placing the wine glass in his hand in the stream beside him.

The water flowed gently, and the wine glass swayed down the stream, and after a while, it stopped in front of a long case.

The man took it as usual, took a sip, and gave him a poem.

There are brilliant and mediocre, and so on.

Brilliant cheers and cheers, mediocre clapping and encouragement, in short, the atmosphere gradually ignited, the sound was thunderous, and from time to time there were silk and bamboo to respond, very lively.

Under such circumstances, by the time the wine glass flowed in front of Lu Shuo, half an hour had passed.

Lu Shuo stretched out his hand and fished out the wine glass, taking a sip slightly.

Although the wine has a taste, it is not spicy and the taste is not strong.

Obviously, the person who prepares the wine is very measured.

When Yuan Zhongdao reported the title of the poem, Lu Shuo had been brewing in his heart for a while, and at this time, taking advantage of the excitement, he said heartily:

The branches are fragrant, and the March breeze is cool in spring.

The deep courtyard listens to the splendor in his spare time, and the small window is sunny to the sky.

The lights are still short, and the bright moon has never been long.

It's not that spring sorrow is like spring water, it's nothing more than spring going to the main hall.

As soon as this poem came out, there were those who applauded and those who clapped their hands, half and half.

There was some controversy at his place.

The passion in Lu Shuo's mind passed, and he returned calmly, he sat back in his position, and his eyes were on Yuan Zhongdao at the top.

I saw that his face was both happy and worried, and his expression was indistinguishable, but he was mostly smiling, which made people a little incomprehensible.

"Keep going!"

Yuan Zhongdao smiled and waved his hand, signaling to Lu Shuo.

Lu Shuo followed his words and put the cup back into the stream.

At this time, everyone's eyes followed the wine glass, and there was less on Lu Shuo, Lu Shuo breathed a sigh of relief, but Zhou Mao stretched out his head and leaned over at this time.

"Senior brother!"

Lu Shuo was startled, his body shook, and Zhou Mao hurriedly supported him.

"Why was it shocked?"

Zhou Mao helped him up and complained.

"You're just surprised!"

Lu Shuo sat down and looked at Zhou Mao with a little resentment in his eyes.

If it weren't for you, he would have almost fallen.

Zhou Mao didn't pay attention to his rebuttal, and only asked him, "How did you think of making such a poem?"

Lu Shuo thought of the situation just now, and did not answer, but asked humbly: "Is there anything wrong with this poem?"

"Poetry is good poetry!"

Zhou Mao nodded.

Lu Shuo blinked at him, saw that there was no perfunctory in his eyes, and waited for his next sentence.

Zhou Mao thought for a while before he said: "Poetry is a good poem! It's just that it's not what you should do at your age, which reminds me of a sentence: Young people don't know the taste of sorrow, and they are worried about giving new words! Look at you and look at your poem, there is always a sense of pretentiousness......

Feeling pretentious?

Isn't it appropriate to borrow poetry to express lyricism?

Lu Shuo thought so and asked like this.

Lu Shuo smiled and said: "Words are the voice of the heart, poetry is beautiful and natural, from the heart, the poem you just made, although the words are perfect and emotional, but it is like a fish in a pot of water, and it cannot be widely spread......

Words are the voice of the heart!

When Zhou Mao said this, Lu Shuo's eyes couldn't help but light up.

When he writes poems, he follows the accumulated defects of modern times, always paying attention to the technical things such as leaf rhyme, symmetry, etc., but ignores the essence of the poem, and in the end, the technical things instead restrict the divergence of the essence, and the poem can still be called a good poem, but it is not a good product, at most it can be called second-rate.

"A word to wake up the dreamer!"

Lu Shuo said with a smile. Chong Zhou Mao bowed.

"It's just a matter of ......"

The two of them were talking here, and the glasses stopped again.

This time it stopped in front of Wei Zhao.

Lu Shuo and Zhou Mao hurriedly stopped talking and looked at him.

Seeing him pick up the cup, take a sip and put it upside down on the long case, he casually said:

The white clouds dispersed too quickly, and the rain was endless when the plums fell.

Sick and Shen always feel that Shaohua is short, and the green is deep and remembers Revlon.

has been in the world for a long time, and he has become a rebel journey, and he does not look for the old face in his dreams.

Back then, the spring breeze was a period of hatred, so the fragrance was exhausted.