When Li Min signed Liu Fan's name and handed it to the scribes walking in the corridor next to him, Liu Fan saw that the poems handed in were casually placed at the bottom of a stack of poems by the busy officials, so he put a worried heart in his chest, and now he has handed it in, no matter what the situation is behind.

Because it is the dance of the Qingqian girl, the literati in the Liangzhou area who can usually say a few words of "Zhihu also" when they enter the venue basically offer poems to Qingqian, Liu Fan casually glanced at Yan Haicheng and the three of them have been writing nervously since the end of the dance, and they think they are also dedicated to the best poems.

It was almost noon, while Liu Fan and the others were eating all kinds of snacks just served by the servants, while patiently waiting for a few poems that had been hurriedly eaten and then busy, everyone tasted a large stack of works.

Just when everyone in the audience filled their stomachs with rare exquisite pastries and slowly tasted the fragrant tea after the meal, I saw a judge who was close to the sixtieth birthday stood up and hurriedly said to an older judge, "Xianweng, please look at this one!" ”

An old man with gray hair who looked like he was almost old slowly stroked his beard and said, "Oh, it seems that Lao Lu finally got a good poem today, you haven't been so excited in the past two days!" ”

Although he said this, he didn't believe it in his heart, among the nine performances from the beginning of yesterday's finals to the end now, what can be praised by him is only a "Yongmei Poem" presented by Hou Gongzi in Beijing for Qiuhua girl yesterday: "In the ice and snow forest, different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust......" uses plum to metaphorize Qiuhua's peerless beauty and noble character.

Although the poems of the other sons of the rest of the capital and Luoyang also have merits, they can only be regarded as Zhongping at most, and the works of the ladies in Liangzhou are difficult to get into their own eyes, and this performance is the performance of a shallow girl in Liangzhou, and he has no interest at all.

Since Lao Lu recommended it, the old man called "Xian Weng" also took the rice paper and read it, and several other judges also aroused curiosity because of the words of the two, and they all put down the poems they were appreciating and walked over to read them together.

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky, I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is it tonight......"

The more they read, the more frightened they became, and the old man called Xian Weng had a gentle voice when he first started to chant softly, and now he was almost a little trembling, and he read the whole word in one breath, and reread it from the beginning in disbelief, and then sat down and muttered in his mouth, "Good words, how many years have I been, since my debut, the old man has never encountered such a heart-warming lyric!" To put it bluntly, this level can catch up with Li Du! ”

I was about to see the signature of the cashier, when I saw a few judges in the front row, who had already seen a few judges who were a little strange, stood up and said with a smile, "Teacher, what good poems have you encountered, so that students can also open their eyes!" ”

Liu Fan glanced at Ling Han, and the latter immediately whispered: "Grandpa Jiang is the teacher of Master Pan when he was in high school, and he has been living in his hometown Shangzhou since he was appointed as a scholar of the Ministry of Rites. ”

"Okay, okay, Lao Lu, you can read it, let Wang Ye, Li Xiang, Manager Guo and Ziqin also taste and taste, and a few of you should also hurry up and flip through the remaining works to see if there is anything better, if not, let's settle this one."

As he spoke, he thought, "This kind of rare work in the world is rare for decades, so I can turn out the second poem in one breath and let a few people flip it again, but as a judge, I must taste all the poems, and it is just a routine, and I have already set this poem as the first place in the poem in this flower list competition." ”

After listening to the words of the immortal, the judge named Lao Lu picked up the poem, walked to the front of the stage, and read out a poem in a frustrated manner:

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky, I don't know the heavenly palace...... This matter is difficult to complete, but I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

Lao Lu's slightly old voice sounded in the venue, and before he finished the first half of the reading, many people were already full of horror like Ling Han and Li Min just now.

The author uses Li Bai's poetry of "when the moon comes in the blue sky, I stop the cup and ask it", personifies the blue sky, asks the wine, and outlines a picture of the vast moon in the sky, lonely and far away in the open realm for the reader, atmospheric, bold, free and easy, without the slightest bit of fireworks in the world, and the thought is like plugging in the wings of flying, unrestrained, and instantly travels for nine days......

By the time Lao Lu finished reading the whole poem, the venue was already silent, and even the curtain on the stage was quietly opened and looked out, Xu was surprised that there was no sound down there, but at this time no one could notice this detail, and everyone couldn't help but think, "What kind of open-mindedness and extraordinary courage can this be to write such heroic and magnificent words." ”

In the silence, the old man who was called the immortal Weng said slowly: "Old Lu, you haven't finished reading yet!" ”

"Oh, I'm confused, this author is ......"

I saw that Lao Lu hesitated for a moment, and then said with a little disbelief, "Captain Sima Du of the Shence Army...... Liu Fan. ”

After saying this, there was a sudden noise in the hall, many of whom were surprised, but many more people showed a suspicious feeling on their faces.

Even the immortal Weng was a little dazed by the author's name reported by Lao Lu, and hesitated a little before saying, "Oh, this is really a bit unexpected!" ”

After a slight pause, he said: "But although it is unexpected, it is also reasonable, from yesterday to the present, although the poems presented by Liangzhou Shizi are very good, but there are not many of them, and today there is such a beautiful song that has been passed down through the ages, there must be a newcomer to join." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Liu Fan and said, "The three generals just came to the venue before, right?" ”

Listening to Xian Weng's words, Li Min and Liu Fan immediately stood up, and Liu Fan casually pulled Wang Kai, who was dozing off, and replied at the same time, "Exactly." Then the three of them saluted respectfully to the immortal.

"Okay, okay, the three generals, please sit down, when this competition is over, if there is time, my old man still wants to talk to General Liu Fan, I hope the general will not refuse!"

Liu Fan immediately stood up again and said, "Everything is at your command!" ”

After Liu Fan sat down, Xian Weng said to Master Pan, "Ziqin, as far as I am concerned, this is a good poem that has been rare for decades, and I will hand it over to you next, you are now the leader of the Great Qi literati generation, and you will judge this poem for everyone!" ”

After listening to Xian Weng's words, Master Pan immediately stood up and said, "Teacher, I dare to talk nonsense in front of you, and I want to hear the teacher's subtle insights on the way of poetry again!" ”

"Hey, what are you talking about, I'm already at a precarious age, it's time for you to carry the burden, don't you say it today, is it possible that I will return to the West that day, and when this kind of thing happens, can you still call me out of the grave?"

The second prince in the front row, Li Zongxiong, Guo Huaide and several elderly judges couldn't help but look at each other when they heard Xianweng's words.

Master Pan had no choice but to step forward and salute the immortal Weng respectfully, "Then the student will not shirk, and ask the teacher to correct the wrongdoing." ”

Seeing that the fairy Weng smiled and nodded, Pan Dacai said slowly: "This poem is strangely conceived and unique; The upper piece is high-rise, and the lower piece is full of peaks. From the point of view of style, it is "a wash of Qiluo fragrance, get rid of the degree of silk and turn." From the layout point of view, the upper film rises in the air, and the entry seems to be empty; The next piece is layered with waves, returning to the virtual to the real. The whole word is beautiful and majestic, the idea is lofty, the idea is novel, and the artistic conception is fresh and picturesque. In the end, it ends with a wide range of feelings, which is the natural expression of people's feelings. The rhyme and victory, the realm is magnificent, the whole article is a good sentence, and it has a charm that has been passed down for thousands of years. ”