The Tibetan hook play has come to an end for the time being.

Yang Yun suddenly became the focus of attention from the most unnoticed person on the scene.

Everyone here wants to know what other magical powers Yang Yun has, but unfortunately this is not the scene of the Fighting Law Conference, and the people present are not Taoist priests, Liu Yuanzhuo, who presided over the Yahui, knows and is interested, and no longer mentions the things about Yang Yun's good Taoism, and others can only take back their curiosity thoughts.

"Today's meeting, of course, will discuss poetry." Liu Yuanzhuo said.

Wang Ji said with a smile: "Brother Liu's poetry is excellent, why don't you see what good poems Brother Liu has come out?" ”

Liu Yuanzhuo's face showed shame: "The poetry under me is not as good as Brother Han, so let's ask Brother Han what he has to do!" ”

Liu Yuanzhuo wanted to give face to Han Luo, the eldest son of the Han family, but Han Luo broke his halberd in the previous hidden hook scene and had no chance to show his face, so Liu Yuanzhuo gave Han Luo a chance to perform first.

Han Luo was very free and easy, and shook his head with a smile: "I can't do poetry, why don't I listen to any good poems present?" Or explore what good poems are available in the modern world, and we can follow them. ”

The people present were basically self-proclaimed scholars, and at this time, many daughters of families were present, trying their best to express themselves.

In this era, poetry is the key item of the Jinshi examination, so that everyone has to learn to compose poetry, good or bad, at least the rhyme and peace of poetry are not laymen.

Liu Yuanzhuo and the others were still humble, but the other sons and brothers were not polite at all, and they got up one by one to talk eloquently.

“…… I heard that Jiang Yan of Changzhou created a seven-character quatrain of Yongxue, which is quite elegant, I don't know if you want to taste it? ”

"Is it snowing in Gangnam East Road? He's a native of Changzhou, but Yongxue? Even if it snows over there, it will never be full, far worse than the heavy snow a few feet deep outside the plug, and the poetic artistic conception will be dwarfed when you think about it. ”

The Tang Dynasty was the third warm period in Chinese history after the pre-Qin and Western Han dynasties, the Central Plains not only had large bamboo forests, but also rich citrus, the Luo River and the Wei River basically did not freeze, and there was often no snow in the winter in the Central Plains and Shandong. To the south of Meishan in Jiannan Province and in the land of Fuling in Shannan Province, there are lychees distributed.

Therefore, some people will accuse Jiang Yan's Yongxue poems of not being good at this Yahui.

Soon, some people commented on Li Taibai's "Sword Pavilion Fu" written in Anlu, Huainan Province last year, and ridiculed him for his inadequacy, thinking that he would go to Chang'an to seek official status and show his strengths, but he returned with a feather.

All the people present are the children of the family, and it is easy to be an official, on the other hand, although Li Bai is famous, but because he can't continue to seek officials, these people here don't have much respect in their words.

A group of people discuss poetry, point out the country, and exalt words, and Yang Yun finds himself out of place with this scene.

He could have come out and write a poem or two, but he knew that poetry was basically a famous poem that had been passed down through the ages, and he didn't think it was a good choice to make it on such an occasion.

"Does a master have an interest in writing poetry?"

Wang Ji took advantage of the enthusiastic discussion of poetry among the people present, and leaned into Yang Yun's ear and asked.

Wang Ji intended to recommend Yang Yun to Yizhou Shizi, the promotion just now was very successful, but it only reflected the subtlety of Yang Yun's Taoism, he didn't know whether Yang Yun had poetic talent, he was cautious by nature, so he naturally asked clearly before deciding whether to help Yang Yun recommend.

Yang Yun smiled and shook his head.

Wang Ji immediately understood and no longer forced.

Yang Yun didn't have much interest in Yahui, even if there was a beautiful aristocratic daughter present in front of him, he couldn't raise the slightest interest.

He thought very clearly in his heart: "How can I, a young man who is only fourteen years old, have an intersection with these girls who are to be married?" When I reach adulthood, I'm afraid you will already be a mother. It's not that I don't like beautiful women, I really have a generation gap with you, and I can't get together. ”

Yang Yun didn't want to speak in the poetry discussion, but there were people present who didn't want to let him go easily.

When Yang Yun was wandering outside the world, he suddenly asked, "Brother Yang must have studied poetry quite a bit, right?" We would like to hear Brother Yang's opinion. Or what is Brother Yang's masterpiece? ”

Yang Yun remembered that the person who spoke was named Sima Jie, who was very eye-catching when he was playing the hidden hook game before, but he hid the wooden hook in the other hand when he lost, and he was cunning after it was exposed, saying that there was no hard and fast rule for holding the left and right, and it belonged to a rare "moth" in this meeting.

Sima Jie's targeting of Yang Yun is mainly to show himself, and only in this way will he attract the attention of more people, especially the daughters of famous families.

"People are just Taoist priests, when did you hear that Taoist priests can compose poems? It's a little inexplicable that this Yahui invited him here! There was a person present who was very dissatisfied with Yang Yun, that is, Liu Qingyuan, who had been teased by Yang Yun before, and when he saw someone standing up against Yang Yun, his eyes lit up, and he immediately said in a dissatisfied tone.

Liu Yuanzhuo glared at her and said, "Sister, is this your courtesy to guests?" ”

"Hmph."

Liu Qingyuan snorted lightly and didn't say anything more.

Liu Yuanzhuo said to Yang Yun: "Brother Yang, don't mind, the Yahui is just to find an excuse for our party, and if you have to worry about the details, it will be no fun, and the Yahui will become a mundane thing." ”

Sima Jie didn't give up: "What kind of elegant and mundane things, I asked Brother Yang if he had a masterpiece, it's always right, right?" ”

Yang Yun didn't get up, and said with a smile: "Everyone, please forgive me, I don't have any research on poetry, so I won't be ugly." ”

Sima Jie said: "I'm not good at poetry, just like Miss Liu said, what kind of meeting are you here to attend?" Wouldn't it be better to only know spells, so it's better to participate in Daomen fighting? I heard that Qingyang Palace is about to hold a large-scale festival, and that is the stage for Brother Yang's performance. ”

Liu Yuanzhuo said dissatisfiedly: "Brother Sima, your words are too rude, Brother Yang is today's distinguished guest." ”

Sima Jie straightened his waist: "It's just that I have an upright personality and like to tell the truth...... Now that you're here, what's the point if you can't participate in the graceful things? If it is only because he is a guest of honor in the Jiedu Embassy, we must be humble, is it not against the character of our generation of scholars? ”

Yang Yun frowned when he heard this, and thought: "Picking thorns and finding faults is said to be a scholar's style, in addition to being a scoundrel, this person also likes to secretly change concepts and cause trouble." ”

Wang Ji was very dissatisfied with Sima Jie, he wanted to have a seizure before, but because of Liu Yuanzhuo's face, he didn't blame, and now Sima Jie is directly targeting Yang Yun, he immediately wants to get up and teach him a lesson.

Who knew that before he could get up, Yang Yun had already stood up.

Sima Jie looked at Yang Yun with an unforgiving attitude, and when he saw Yang Yun standing up, he subconsciously took a step back, for fear that Yang Yun would attack him with a spell.

Yang Yun said: "I really don't have too much knowledge of poetry, and it is difficult to get into the elegant hall of ordinary study, but this does not mean that I can't listen with my ears...... Here is a good poem to share with you, but two years ago, I heard about a woodcutter in the mountains and fields, and I was very emotional. ”

"The woodcutter can also write poetry?"

Sima Jie looked disdainful.

Wang Ji asked curiously: "Brother Yang admires this woodcutter's poem so much, I don't know where it comes from?" ”

Yang Yun smiled and nodded: "Between the lonely mountains, the snow is frozen, this woodcutter sits down to rest, and talks with the family teacher, and there is a poem at his fingertips." Poetry: Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow. ”

"Oh?"

Wang Ji pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "Good poetry, good poetry!" ”

These words blurted out, in fact, Wang Ji couldn't say what was good about this poem at all, and it seemed to be ordinary at first glance.

Sima Jie said: "A woodcutter is a woodcutter, and the poems he writes are so boring." If the scenery into the poem, pay attention to the allegorical scene, thousands of mountains and birds fly away and thousands of people disappear, too absurd, if the mountains and wilderness are really unmanned, how did this Lisa Weng come? And how can a person fish on a snowy day? It's ridiculous! This poem can only be described by one word 'strange', and it is worthless. ”

"Hmm."

After listening to Sima Jie's analysis, many people nodded silently, feeling that it was reasonable.

Yang Yun couldn't help but be embarrassed when he heard it.

"Liu Zongyuan's famous poem, a famous poem through the ages, but it was devalued by a reader who wrote a poem just a first glimpse of the way, if it is known by future generations, will it make people laugh off their big teeth?"

Liu Yuanzhuo looked hesitant after savoring it.

Or as Brother Sima said, the scene depicted in this poem is indeed too lonely and lonely, with almost no human fireworks, but when you taste it carefully, the artistic conception is far-reaching...... This woodcutter should not be an ordinary person, otherwise he would never be able to write such a quiet and cold poem. ”

Sima Jie looked at Liu Yuanzhuo with a slightly disdainful gaze: "That means, Brother Liu thinks this poem is good?" I don't know what's so good? ”

"That's right, how grand the idea of thousands of mountains and thousands of paths is, but it corresponds to an old man fishing alone, how do you think about this scene and how is it uncoordinated...... Why does Brother Liu think poetry is good? Another unlearned scholar asked.

Liu Yuanzhuo looked at this posture, as if no one admired this poem, so he followed the trend and said: "What I said before is just my personal opinion, Yahui is to discuss poetry, what do you think, you can speak freely, maybe this poem is indeed debatable!" ”

"Good is good, bad is bad, since they all say that the scene is grotesque, it is equivalent to saying that the artistic conception of this poem is not in line with reality, it is far-fetched and forcibly composed a poem...... It's not good to bake a fire at home on a snowy day, how can there be an old man fishing for river snow in the wilderness where no one is around? Sima Jie said again.

Yang Yun thought to himself: "While desperately belittling this poem, I unconsciously memorized the content of the poem...... Isn't a poem that can make you memorize it over and over again a good poem? ”

Liu Qingyuan seized the opportunity and teased: "I'm afraid that this kind of poetry is only good for people who don't know poetry...... The woodcutter is vulgar and busy making a living, where can he write good poetry? ”

Because of her pride, she showed a narrow smile on her face, her eyes narrowed into a crescent moon, showing a bit of unique beauty, but that brutal and willful appearance made Yang Yun unable to feel pity.

On the other hand, Han Xian lowered her head and pondered, pondering the deep artistic conception of this poem.

"I wonder what Miss Han thinks?"

Yang Yun took the initiative to communicate with Han Xian.

Han Xian, as a beautiful lady, was born with a beautiful appearance and a unique temperament of a noble lady, but sometimes she did not naturally reveal a natural appearance outside the world, and after thinking about it for a while, she nodded heavily: "It is indeed a good poem." ”

Such a simple evaluation made Sima Jie unable to get off the stage, Liu Qingyuan was also a little unhappy, and questioned: "How can Sister Han think that this woodcutter is writing a good poem?" ”

Han Xian said: "Let me first talk about it literally, the words 'thousand mountains' and 'ten thousand paths', in order to serve as a foil for the following two sentences of "lonely boat" and "solo fishing". Without 'thousands' and 'thousands', the 'lonely' and 'alone' below would be bland and infectious. ”

"Looking at the artistic conception again, the birds flying on the mountain and the traces of people on the road are extremely ordinary, but the author puts them under the 'thousand mountains' and 'ten thousand paths', and adds a 'absolute' and a 'extinguished' word, it becomes an extreme silence, absolute silence, forming an unusual scene. The next two sentences were originally static descriptions, but because they are placed in this quiet and silent background, they appear exquisitely clear and vibrant. ”

"In the end, the poetry is catchy, don't you think...... The poem reads smoothly, and a strong sense of the picture arises spontaneously? ”

"That's right."

Liu Qingyuan thought carefully and immediately agreed with Han Xian's statement.

Sima Jie's face turned red: "Is the quality of the poem only judged by whether it is smooth or not?" What's the difference between this and white ding? ”

Someone next to him reminded: "Brother Sima, what you said is inappropriate." ”

Sima Jie didn't say anything to Yang Yun before, after all, Yang Yun had just arrived and had little to do with them.

But now Sima Jie even targeted Han Xian and Liu Qingyuan, which made the guests present feel unacceptable...... Even if you are unreasonable, you can't be abrupt and beautiful, one by one, they jumped out one after another, and enthusiastically competed to be the messenger of the flowers.

Zhang Bai said with a smile: "Actually...... The most beautiful thing about this poem is the word 'snow', 'a thousand mountains' and 'ten thousand paths' all refer to snow, and the canopy of the boat and the fisherman's hat are also full of snow. The author uses the words 'cold river and snow' to closely link 'river' and 'snow' together, giving people a sense of emptiness and distance. ”

"We can imagine that in a cold and silent environment, the old fisherman was not afraid of the cold, forgot everything, concentrated on fishing, although the body was lonely, but the character was high and arrogant, and even a little awe-inspiring and inviolable...... Thinking about it like this, it is indeed a good poem worth savoring! ”

Liu Yuanzhuo was afraid that the scene would quarrel again, so he hurriedly said: "It's better for everyone to taste this poem slowly after they go back, why do you want to decide whether it is good or bad now?" I don't know if your colleagues on the scene today still have good works, take them out for evaluation, or like Brother Yang, you can also hear the poems! ”

"Yes, yes, don't limit yourself to this one."

One person got up, "I will get a song even below, and you will not hesitate to teach." ”