What about poetry?

With scenery, with objects, with feelings.

or write poems casually, regardless of the subject matter, and only those who are highly praised will win; Or set the word order, the proposition is a poem, and the word is intended to be the winner. The former is too wide to adjudicate, suitable for drinking and having fun, enlivening the atmosphere, and winning or losing is not so important. The latter competes on the same topic, fair and just, who is higher and who is lower, has its own public opinion, and it is best used in today's game.

Zhang Zihua is a big zhongzheng, so he naturally asked the question, and said: "There are four times in the sky, spring, summer, autumn and winter, I have four loves, plum lotus chrysanthemum willow, this is eight characters." Lu Xu, you can click two more words, and make up enough for ten! ”

If Zhang Zihua chooses someone else, this is undoubtedly blatant favoritism, because the person who wrote the question must choose a topic that is beneficial to him. But Lu Xu has occupied the position of the first genius of Sanwu for too long, and everyone thinks that no one can challenge him, and it doesn't matter who the person who asked the question is.

For example, on poetry today, in addition to Gu Yun, even Zhang Zihua and Du Mingyu are not optimistic about Xu You. Although Xu You's performance has been impressive, poetry has been the most difficult since ancient times, proficient in Buddhist and Taoist classics, eloquent and wise, but may not be able to write a good poem!

Lu Xu didn't receive the order, looked at Xu You, and said with a smile: "It's better to ask Xu Langjun to braille ......"

Xu You sighed lightly and said, "Why does Lu Langjun raise love? ”

"It's not about love, it's about lest you be vindictive! Although Xu Langjun didn't say it, I know that in your heart, you must think that Dazhong is deliberately helping me, isn't it? ”

Xu You smiled and said: "It turns out that Lu Langjun is actually the Jiao in my belly, and I can even know what I think!" ”

Jiao is a roundworm, there are relevant records in the "Yellow Emperor's Neijing", the legend is that Jiao Zhi knows people's minds, but it is the first time to hear someone such a metaphor, the words are exquisite, both ridiculous and sharp, and many people suddenly snickered, but they didn't dare to laugh too loudly because they were afraid of Lu Xu's face.

Lu Xu has seen Xu You's sharp mouth, and he doesn't entangle with him, the more proud he is now, the more miserable he will be when he loses. Once the poem is over, the victory or defeat is clear, and the humiliation suffered at this moment will be returned a hundredfold.

"It's useless to say more, Xu Langjun, please!"

Xu You was not as happy as he wanted, and said: "I dare to ask, Lu Langjun insists on discussing poetry with me, but do you think that the previous two poems were not written by me?" ”

Lu Xu did have this idea, Xu You has been famous for his talent in martial arts for many years, and he has never heard him write poetry. That lonely mountain poem, as well as the mourning poem, are all strange and exquisite, not like the best that a person like Xu You can write, and it is most likely that Mr. Artemisia Chuan's posthumous work was shamelessly stolen by Xu You. Therefore, he proposed to discuss poetry several times, just to let Xu You show his true face in public and be laughed at by the world.

"Not bad!"

Lu Xu didn't hide it, pretended to be frank, and said: "I suspect you of stealing poetry!" ”

Steal poetry!

In ancient times, it was not as good as in later generations, and plagiarizing other people's works could still be published and distributed in a grand way to make money, and at this time, if anyone was exposed to a plagiarism scandal, their reputation would be completely ruined. For example, Song Zhiwen of the Tang Dynasty, for his nephew Liu Xiyi's poem "The flowers are similar every year, and the people are different every year", he did not hesitate to kill people and bury the corpse, which also left an infamy through the ages, which is still endless.

The crowd suddenly made an uproar, no matter what status they had, such accusations showed an incompatible attitude. Xu You thought to himself, what Lu Xu said was actually right, he quoted the poems of later generations, in a sense, it is indeed a thief of poetry. But as long as the thief is not a contemporary, as long as the talent of the other person is not buried because of this, and in order to survive and struggle, the thief will steal.

"In this case, please ask Lu Langjun to bother with the remaining two words, so as not to be suspicious and suspicious when I get it, and tarnish my reputation!"

Zhang Zihua's face was uncertain, Lu Xu was so childish, he couldn't help but lose his celebrity demeanor, and said: "Don't shirk, Lu Xu, you come!" ”

Lu Xu snorted coldly at Xu You, turned around and stood up, and said loudly: "I'm not as good as Dazhongzheng, I don't love much, only the moon in the sky, and the snow on the ground, just take the words snow and moon!" ”

"Okay, today, with the themes of spring, summer, autumn, winter, plum, lotus, chrysanthemum, willow, snow, and moon cross, you can choose the one you are particularly good at and compose a poem. There are many famous places in Jiangdong in the seat, and they are highly respected, so no one should be unconvinced, right? ”

Zhang Zihua looked around at everyone, no one squeaked, and said with a smile: "Let's start!" ”

"Wait!"

Zhang Zihua looked at it when he heard it, and said with a pleasant face: "What does Xu You have to say?" ”

"One poem per person, it's boring, in order to entertain you, it's better to make it a little more difficult."

"Oh, how do you say?"

"Each of the ten Lang Jun will choose one word to compose a poem, and I, Budo Lang Jun and Lu Lang Jun will cross all the selections and compose ten poems for everyone to evaluate!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole house fell silent, and the same feeling appeared in everyone's hearts: arrogance!

You must know that composing poetry is not cooking, you can fry plate after plate with a spoon, and you don't have to spend too much effort. Poetry, songs, poems, writing poems pay attention to feeling and feeling, touching the scene and sadness, you can write like a god. Like today's propositional poems that limit the scope, the probability of producing a good work is extremely low, Xu You actually said ten crosses, isn't he talking in a dream, it's ridiculous!

Lu Xu was even more convinced that Xu You didn't understand poetry at all, otherwise he wouldn't have said such layman's words, and mocked: "As Xu Langjun said, I'm afraid it will take ten days and a half months, you are an idler, and you have nothing to do, but you envoys can't afford to accompany you." ”

Xu You said with a smile: "In order not to waste the morning light, ten poems should be completed in one stick of incense, what does Lu Langjun think?" ”

A stick of incense, ten poems?

If everyone thought Xu You was arrogant just now, then he might be completely crazy. It is already a great fortune to be able to produce a masterpiece in the time of a stick of incense, even if you do not consider the pattern and artistic conception of the poem, it is not easy to pile up ten poems. What's more, this is a competition, it is necessary to divide the superiority and determine the grade, and the stiff piling up not only does not help, but also reduces his status in the minds of Zhang Zihua and others.

At the end of the day, one word, hard!

Zhang Zihua looked at Xu You with interest, and did not stop him from spitting out wild words, presumably making up his mind to see how many surprises this young man could give him.

Gu Yun struck with both palms, excited, and said, "Weizhi's heart and spirit, I can't reach it!" ”

Lu Xu hesitated, he didn't know if Xu You was really confident or bluffing. It stands to reason that it is almost impossible to make ten poems in one stick of incense, no matter how talented Xu You is, can he compare to Cao Zijian's seven-step poem?

"What, is Lu Langjun afraid?"

Scared?

Lu Xu's mind suddenly swelled, and he sneered: "Afraid that you are a commoner? Okay, just agree that within a stick of incense, you and I will win or lose ten poems! ”

"Good!"

At the moment, a wisp of fragrance was lit in the middle of the room, and the cases were lined up, and ten people sat down, and Hu Xin replaced Zhang Mo into the seat, and began to choose the words they were best at. The first is Zhang Xiuyong, who picked the word spring, the second is Yu Gong, who picked the word snow, the third summer, and the fourth winter...... Soon after the selection was completed, Lu Hui ordered someone to send pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and the spread of the Yanxi paper was smooth and clear, like jade soaked in water for many years, with a faint glow.

"Good paper!"

Zhang Mo's family is poor, and he rarely can afford to use such a high-quality Yanxi paper, so he can't put it down at the moment, and gently caresses the paper. Lu Xu knelt on the futon next to Zhang Mo and said, "Good paper also needs good poetry to complement each other." I hope that Zhang Langjun will show all his strength and live up to the reputation of the five-colored dragon luan! ”

"It's just a false name, so why talk about it?" Zhang Mo didn't know much about Lu Xu before, only knew that his poems and two treasures were well-known in the world, and everyone was full of praise when they talked about it, and they were quite admiring and admiring. Today, seeing that he is pressing Xu You step by step, he has lost the style of a gentleman, and he has a lot of disdain in his heart, and his words are not so respectful, and he said: "But Lu Langjun is known as the eight-tone phoenix play, which is pure and beautiful, but don't stumble, it's better to be compared with me and Weizhi!" ”

Lu Xu sneered, deliberately swept Xu You from the corner of his eye, and said, "Compared with your five-colored dragon luan, I may still be a little interested. As for the others, how could they have taken the roosters and dogs to heart? ”

Xu You's seat was on the other side of Lu Xu, very close, and when he heard him scolding, he smiled and said: "It turns out that Lu Langjun's nickname is called Eight-Tone Fengyue, does it have any origin?" ”

"Lu Langjun is pregnant with poems, Fu Erbao, on Fu, Han Siying, heroic in tone, on poetry, sonorous in opening and closing, pure and beautiful, so people call the eight-tone phoenix, the crown of Jiangdong!"

Five-colored dragon luan, eight-tone phoenix playing, not to mention anything else, just in terms of nicknames, people in this era are much stronger than people in later generations, Xu You suddenly had a whim, I don't know what kind of nickname he will be given in the future, the requirements are not high, as long as it is not a jade-faced Peter Pan or something.

"I see! Pure beauty, from these four words, you can imagine Lu Langjun's attainments in poetry, I'm afraid I can't catch up with the horse! ”

"Scared?" Lu Xu's original sentence was returned, and his heart was extremely happy, and he said: "I'm afraid it's too late......" Before he finished speaking, he found that Zhang Mo had already dipped his pen in ink and was writing carefully on the paper, and then looked at Xu You, licking his face and coming over, looking like he was not finished talking, and his heart was not good: This lazy guy knew that he was invincible, and he actually pulled his mind apart, so that Zhang Mo could win, which was really despicable!

As soon as he thought of this, he no longer bothered with Xu You, and concentrated on writing drafts in his abdomen, he was the best at writing plums, so he started with plum blossom poems, as long as the first poem was smooth, the text would be like a spring, and there would be no obstacles.

With the talents of Zhang and Lu, it is not easy to come up with ten poems in one stick of incense, and they must devote all their energy to searching their intestines and stomachs, and they cannot be delayed for a moment. Xu You was half-lying on the ground with his clothes folded, supporting his side face with one hand, holding a wine jug and pouring himself a drink, neither contemplating his eyebrows nor writing a draft, his leisurely and complacent demeanor was in stark contrast to others.

After the time of the small half-pillar incense passed, Zhang Xiuyong got up and said loudly: "The spring poem is done!" ”

Xu You was slightly drunk, sat up most of his body, and said with a smile: "Far away, please chant Lang Jun!" ”

"Yes, Xiuyong, come and listen!"

"Half a pillar of incense can become a poem, cultivate a great talent!"

"They all say that you are good at poetry, I think you are good at poetry!"

Although Zhang Xiuyong's talent is not as good as Lu Xu and Zhang Mo, he is also slightly famous in Sanwu, he grinned, blew dry the ink on the paper, arched his hand to the surroundings, and said: "Rush to make poetry, Bo Jun smiles." And wash your ears and listen well: the green wattle has a long road, and the pepper is heavy with purple stems. The stream blows out of the suburbs and celebrates Chunying. ”

This poem can only be said to be to the point, and the idea is not high, but it is made in a small half-column of incense, which can be regarded as urgent, and immediately attracted a round of applause. Xu You turned over and said, "Listening to Lang Jun's poems, there will be poetry in the end, Gu Fujun, can you write for You?" ”

Gu Yun smiled: "It's an honor!" ”

Waiting for Gu Yun to take a seat, the pen was fed with ink, Xu You held the wine jug in his left hand, and his right hand was behind him, pacing three steps in a chic manner, and then stood in front of Zhang Xiuyong and asked, "Can Xiuyong Langjun be interested in someone?" ”

This question was abrupt, but Zhang Xiuyong was temperamental, so he didn't care, sighed, and said: "Naturally, there is, but it's a pity that I married another woman's wife last year." ”

Xu Youzuo said: "Xie Langjun! ”

Zhang Xiuyongqi said: "Thank me for what?" ”

"Lang Jun gave me the word 'last year', how can I not thank you?" Xu You's voice turned to vicissitudes, drank the wine in the pot, wiped the wine stains from his mouth arrogantly, and said: "In this door last year, the peach blossoms on the human face were red. The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze! The name of this poem is "Gift Xiuyong"! ”

Zhang Zihua was stroking his beard, his fingers suddenly paused, and when he felt the pain, he realized that he was too hard, and he pulled off two black whiskers. Gu Yungang wrote the first two sentences, and he didn't feel like it yet, but as soon as the last two sentences entered his ears, he was uncontrollably cramped with his hands, almost dripping ink drops and staining the white paper.

Different from Zhang Xiuyong, Lu Xu has written four poems of plum, lotus, chrysanthemum, and willow in the half-pillar incense, and the spring poem only started the first two sentences, and he was still thinking about the following sentences.

Zhang Mo didn't write a spring poem, but he felt the same way, but he was not as depressed as Lu Xu, but he was pleasantly surprised, and looked at Xu You blankly, as if he remembered something.

Zhang Zihua put away the two black whiskers distressedly, and praised: "Extremely hardworking, meticulous and dense, this poem cuts the meaning of spring, but it is touching with emotion." The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze...... Good sentence, good sentence! Zhang Tong, don't hurry up to thank Xu You, a song "Gift Xiuyong" is likely to make you famous through the ages, this is a great grace to leave a name in history, don't slack off! ”

Zhang Tong, the word Xiuyong, is active by nature, loves to make friends, and is good at talking, so he is not Zhang Zihua's favorite child of Zhang, but today he has Xu You's poem as a gift, and he can meet each other, and with the spread of this poem in the future, he will definitely become famous.

Zhang Tong was overjoyed, walked out from behind the case, folded his hands and bowed, and said, "Thank you!" ”

The ancients called the word respect, strangers called Langjun, often called the name between peers, only to be recognized and respected, will be commensurate with the word, Zhang Tong treated Xu You like this, indicating that he has accepted his status as a common man from the heart, and they are equal to each other.

"You're welcome!" Xu You helped Zhang Tong up, smiled slightly, and said, "If there is no Xiuyong, there will be no poem!" ”

At this moment, someone shouted: "Winter poem is done!" ”

Xu You walked up to the man, looked down, and read: "The snow stops in the Yin Gang, and the Danhua Yaoyang Forest." Why bother with silk and bamboo, the landscape has a clear sound. Good poetry, pleasant! ”

The man was a little proud, and said, "In Xia Kongyi, please ask Lang Jun for advice!" ”

"Don't dare, I also have a song, please Lang Jun Yazheng!" Xu You drank another glass of wine and said, "There is no rain cover for the lotus, and there are still proud frost branches in the chrysanthemum." A good year must be remembered, the most orange, yellow, orange and green. ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Zihua's eyes lit up and said, "Okay!" The origin of the winter poem is the most bleak, the atmosphere is declining, Xu You's poem is abnormal, although the early winter remnant scene is written, but it falls on the fruitful orange, yellow, orange and green time, wonderful, wonderful, the song is wonderful! ”

The people of the time preferred oranges, because oranges symbolize virtue, Qu Yuan's "Ode to Oranges", with virtue and selflessness, and deeds to praise oranges. Kong Yi was also refreshed, surrendered to defeat, and said: "You don't need to make you behave like a gentleman, I am willing to bow down!" ”

Then someone stood up and said, "Listen to my autumn poems: the autumn wind enters the window, and the tent flutters." Look up at the bright moon and send a thousand miles of light. Xu Langjun, please advise! ”

Xu You escaped and saw this person sitting in the outermost seat, seven or eight steps away from him, and said with a smile: "The autumn poem has not yet been written, don't worry, let me drink, look for a ...... poetry"

Everyone laughed, and with two high-quality masterpieces in a row, no one dared to despise him, just looking forward to seeing if Xu You could surprise them again.

Xu You walked five steps in a row, stopped two steps away from this person, ran out of wine in his mouth, and said with a smile: "There is!" The silver candle autumn light cold painting screen, light Luo small fan fluttering fireflies. The night is as cool as water, lying down to see the morning glory Vega. ”

Without waiting for Zhang Zihua's condition, a cheer immediately sounded, except for a few people who had a strong relationship with Lu Xu, the others all felt excited. Warriors are good swords, drunkards are good wine, literati are good poems, when you meet a good poem like a beauty on the side, the affection is lingering, when you meet two good poems like a beauty in your arms, ready to move, what if you meet three, four, five? I don't dare to think about it, just think about it, "the peach blossom deep path is a tongjin, and the mandarin duck pillow is less crazy", it is difficult to hold yourself!

Mei Shi ...... The crowd shook off the solitary beauty and occupied the small garden. The shadow is sparse and the water is shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon. ”

"Xia Shi...... After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is not the same as the four seasons. The lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red. ”

"Ju Shi...... The autumn bushes are like pottery, and the edge of the fence is becoming more and more oblique. It's not that chrysanthemums are favored in flowers, and this flower is even more flowerless. ”

"Lotus poem...... The spring is silent and the water is soft. The little lotus showed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly had already stood on its head. ”

Liu Shi ...... The jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down. I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. ”

"Snow Poetry...... The New Year was not blooming, and the grass sprouts were seen in early February. The snow is too late in spring, so it wears the garden trees to make flying flowers. ”

One song after another, there is no dispute, Xu You lost nine people in a row, every time the other party just finished writing a poem, first drink a glass of wine, and then return the salute with a poem. In particular, the capital has a brilliant famous sentence, which is breathtaking, as if standing on the shore and watching the tide, a wave is not flat, a wave rises again, avoiding the stormy waves, and the waves are terrifying, the heartbeat is intensified, the mouth is dry, and it cannot be calmed down for a long time.

When it came to the last person, he smiled slyly and said: "The first nine Langjun all wrote poems first, and then Xu Langjun wrote later, I think I know what the result is." So, the rules have to change, I have to watch Lang Jun do it first, so as not to provoke your poetry and cause me to lose! ”

"Hahaha, interesting, interesting!" Xu You laughed, the wine jug in his hand was tilted, but it was already empty, he staggered a few steps, and said, "Who gave me a glass of wine to drink?" ”

"I'm coming!"

Lu Xu's face was gloomy, he poured a glass of wine, walked up to Xu You, and said, "If you want to drink my glass of wine, Xu Langjun wants to answer me!" ”

"You say!"

"In the first nine poems, you are opportunistic, each poem only takes four sentences, and the time taken is naturally shorter than others writing eight or ten sentences, and it is not a good victory. This poem of the month, it is best to let Gu Feipeng Shuangyu take it orally! ”

The man blinked his eyes and said, "In the lower Gu Xi, the word is double jade." ”

It turned out to be Gu Yun's cousin, no wonder he was so friendly, although he asked Xu You to compose poems first, in fact, the time to laugh has been delayed for a lot of time, so let him think about it well, don't worry.

"Okay, I'm done! Wine comes! ”

Lu Xu put the wine glass in Xu You's hand, watched him drink it all, and fell to the ground with a bang, splashing everywhere. Xu You recited the famous passages of the ages in a loud voice:

"The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together. Thousands of miles with the waves, where is the spring river without moonlight...... Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky. Who first saw the moon on the riverside, and when did the river moon shine at the beginning of the year. Life has been infinite for generations, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year. I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water...... The oblique moon sinks into the sea fog, and the stone Xiaoxiang has an infinite road. I don't know how many people return to the moon, and the falling flowers are full of rivers and trees. ”

Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" is known as a lonely piece that overpresses the whole Tang Dynasty, from ancient times to the present, all kinds of beautiful words are difficult to express. Zhang Zihuateng stood up, didn't care about breaking a few more whiskers in his hand, and took two steps hurriedly, as if he wanted to walk to Xu You, but he suddenly stopped, his face was crimson, his eyes were like electricity, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

The same reaction happened to other people, as the saying goes, treasures are sold to scholars, and all the people in the hall are high-ranking children, and their knowledge may be high or low, but it is enough to distinguish the quality of a poem. This kind of moon poem, unprecedented, unheard of, different from the Jian'an poem of the clear, different from the gorgeousness of the narrative poetry, different from the Xuan Yan poem of the high Yi, different from the freshness of the landscape poem, it integrates poetry, painting and philosophy as a whole, with an unprecedented grand pattern, with the rise and fall of the moon, showing an elegant and distant ink painting, which makes people immersed in it, nostalgic and forgetful, and suddenly gave birth to the vicissitudes of "envy the infinity of the universe, mourn the moments of my life".

Gu Xi was silent for a long time, sighed, tore the poems in his hand that had never been shown to shreds, and a little bit of Yanxi paper, like flying snow, fell to the ground, and said: "Today, no one can be on the right side of Lang Jun in poetry!" Take it orally in the next heart! ”

Lu Xu's body shook for a while, holding the desk with both hands, so that he didn't make a fool of himself. He couldn't have imagined that Xu You's poetry talent had reached such a point of being superb, ten words, ten poems, the first capital can be sung all over the world, one person gets one, enough to be called the best in the poem, one person gets ten poems, isn't it a sage in the poem?

He was not reconciled!

Zhang Zihua glanced at Lu Xu, shook his head slightly, he was not arrogant or discouraged when he won or lost, it seems that this little guy who has great hopes for the Lu family still needs to have a good experience. He raised his hand and said, "A stick of incense, Zhang Mo, Lu Xu, your poems are presented." Gu Yun, has Xu You's poem been written, and it will also be presented. ”

Zhang Mo handed in the poem and said: "I voluntarily admit defeat, not to be modest, let alone to make a name for my friend." Weizhi's poetry is far above me, and admitting defeat is more happy. ”

Many people laughed, they have a relationship with Zhang Moxin, no matter how high their morale is, they can't have even a little bit of confidence in front of such a poet.

Lu Xu endured his anger that he didn't know how to vent, walked up to Zhang Zihua, and handed in the poem. Gu Yun also handed it in, Zhang Zihua praised his words, put the three pieces of paper separately on the desk, and asked the four or five celebrities present to share the same name. After a while, Zhang Zihua announced the results, and it was no surprise that Xu You won, and it was a complete victory!

Ten poems, each of which is top-notch!

Zhang Zihua couldn't comfort Lu Xu and Zhang Mo, and appreciated the poems again, with Gu Yun's wonderful calligraphy, which was pleasing to the eye, suddenly, he found a rule, and said: "Xu You, why are your ten poems all seven words?" ”

Xu You smiled: "Dazhongzheng has a good eye!" People in the world regard five words as precious, but they don't know that beyond five words, seven words can also express the beauty of poetry. ”

"Five words and seven words, all in poetry, should not be distinguished between high and low." Zhang Zihua sighed: "However, relying on Xu You's merits, seven words are expensive from today!" ”