There will be invitations to the poems, and the posts are concise and gorgeous, which is refreshing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Especially the appearance of the post, it is not a cheesy yellow dragon and red phoenix, but a few rods of ink and bamboo, which looks fresh and natural.

Open the post, with flowing brush letters, the name of the inviter, and a few polite words.

Seeing such a post, Chu Ren couldn't help but smile, turned his head and said to Chu Yao: "This kid can really make a fuss, so he gave the poetry world a stick, and another sweet date." ”

Poetry club, a matter of leaving a name in history, what is not a sweet date?

For literati, especially poets, most of them have a desire to leave a name in history. And with their talents, most of them can't leave a name.

However, if there is a grand poetry meeting, then there must be a collection of poems, and they can take the opportunity to leave their names.

In addition to this, they can earn immediate profits even without considering the posthumous name.

Or some other reason, like some people, want to open their eyes; Others, for example, want to take the opportunity to learn something.

For all these reasons, poets have been mobilized. For a while, there was a surge, and there was a big picture of the Tang Dynasty.

Originally, even if it was popular, it was just a matter of poetry.

But Nalan Xuannuo received the invitation and sent a Weibo message to find out about it. Later, Sun Xian and others participated, which suddenly made this matter even more popular.

Li Bao and others coveted it, and they actually coaxed one after another, saying that they wanted to participate in such a grand event.

They took the lead, and they actually led the online literature circle, so that many people said they wanted to come. Not only that, but the martial arts circle is also, even more enthusiastic than the online literature circle.

Chu Ke and Zongsheng actually expressed their participation.

Qian Hao knew about this situation, hesitated slightly, and then made a decision on the matter. However, in order to convince the public, he still asked Sheng Shi to pay for a poetry meeting.

The prosperous era spends money, the online writers participate, what else can the poets say?

As for the martial arts circle, he is not worried, because there are a group of people in this circle who are poets. And there are also many people in the poetry world, mainly young people, who like martial arts novels.

Qian Hao made a decision, and this matter was naturally settled.

At the beginning of August, the poets began to set off and rushed to Huiji from all over the world.

The Orchid Pavilion of Huiji San'in is the location of this poetry meeting.

There must be a collection of poems in the poetry club, and there must be a preface to the poetry collection, such as Li Bai's "Preface to the Spring Night Banquet from the Peach Garden", and "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng". As Qian Hao, the preface to the poem this time must have been written by him, so—

He chose Lanting, because there is a preface here, which is not available in this world.

Lanting is located at the foot of Lanzhu Mountain, 14 kilometers southwest of Shaoxing, and is a beautiful place on the Shanyin Road. Legend has it that in the Spring and Autumn Period, the Yue King Goujian had planted orchids here, and set up a post pavilion in the Han Dynasty, so it was called the Orchid Pavilion.

In short, picturesque.

On this day, Qian Hao came to Lanting early and stood at the intersection to greet the people who came one after another.

Chu Ren, Wang Xi and other masters of Chinese studies; Qian Yin, Le Zhishan and other older generations; Nalan Xuannuo, Sun Xian and other young generations......

There are a large number of people, attracting the attention of tourists from far and near.

Fortunately, there were no tourists today, and he had said hello, otherwise he would not have been treated as a monkey.

This poetry meeting was not only standardized, but also very formal, exactly in the way of the ancients. Some people may think that this is too old-fashioned and too restrictive.

As everyone knows, the ancients were also very chic, especially the people of the Wei and Jin dynasties.

In their way, not only are they not restrained, but they are very laid-back. Wash away the dust, and the clouds and water are in your heart.

Even though it was the height of summer, the Rantei was surrounded by trees and clear water, and the sun was covered in thick shade, so you couldn't feel the heat at all.

On the contrary, it is cool and calm.

The sages are complete, and the game is played.

The old man threw a pot to drink and talked about history; The young man is singing and reciting poems.

Such a scene, in a trance, really seems to have reappeared in the Wei and Jin dynasties.

Everyone was playing, and Qian Hao was not idle, sitting in the pavilion with Chu Ren, Qian Yin and others, drinking and chatting at the same time, it was really a happy life.

While drinking, Wang Xi grabbed Qian Hao's sleeve and shouted: "Qian boy, write poetry quickly." ”

When the others heard this, they actually looked back at the pavilion and followed suit.

Nalan Xuannuo, standing on the stone near the water, turned around and smiled: "Master Qian must compose a poem, otherwise what is the meaning of this Lanting poem." ”

On the shore of the curve, Zhuge Chengfeng caught a glass of wine floating in and saluted Qian Hao: "Master Qian, the wine is ready, just wait for your poem to drink." ”

In the Lan Pavilion, Wang Xi heard everyone's words, stroked his palms and laughed:

"Haha, the money boy doesn't write poetry yet."

Chu Ren poured a glass of wine, one glass per person, and then looked at Qian Hao with a smile.

That expression, as if to say: There is wine and wine, why not poetry?

There is wine, why don't poems come yet?

Poets from near and far all watched, applauded, or shouted, all urging Qian Hao to compose poems.

"Master Qian, why don't you drink three cups and recite a poem?"

Qian Hao smiled bitterly at first, but when he heard everyone's urging, the bitter smile turned into a deep smile.

And in his chest, a heart was beating, and he couldn't help but want to chant a song.

No, a long howl is a poem.

In the shade of a tree in the distance, a group of online writers, both men and women, were all excited to see this scene.

"Haha, Brother Hao is going to fork again."

Li Bao swallowed the roast duck and said with a lot of eyebrows, as if he was in the limelight.

Huache was silent, excited, took out his mobile phone and began to record the video.

This guy is so calculating, he has planned it a long time ago.

In the shade of another tree, a group of martial arts authors gathered, also excitedly looking forward to it.

Qian Hao glanced at it and saw that so many people were looking forward to it, and his chest immediately became hot, and he couldn't help but want to groan.

Fortunately, he held back first.

He didn't agree, he didn't refuse, he directly picked up a jar of wine, and took a big sip first. After drinking, he took two steps with the jar of wine and groaned with his head held high.

But this is, there is a noise at the intersection, which suddenly breaks the good atmosphere.

Qian Hao was a little annoyed, and so did the others, and many people complained about those noisy people. But when those people appeared, the whining disappeared in a flash.

Qian Hao felt strange, looked back, and suddenly couldn't cry or laugh.

This is no one else, it is actually a group of stars, and Qian Hao knows them all. There are flower bells, Wang Jing, and Zhou Xingxing......

It's not a few, in addition to the ones he knows, there are a group of people he doesn't know.

These people, why are they here?

Qian Hao frowned, and was about to step forward to ask, but there was a commotion at the intersection again.

What's going on, someone else is coming?

Qian Hao was even more unhappy, a poetry club, why did so many unrelated people come?

However, as soon as the person appeared this time, Qian Yin stood up excitedly without waiting for him to get up and ask.

"Haha, why are you here?"

Hearing Qian Yin's words, Qian Hao was even more confused. Who are these people, they are also poets, why is Qian Yin so happy?

Although he was puzzled, he was not in a hurry. I've come here, and I'm afraid I don't know my identity?

However, Wang Jing and others came over, which made him even more puzzled. (To be continued.) )