As soon as Shen Yan chanted this autumn nocturne, the entire Wenhui suddenly fell into a terrible silence, and people with a little literary background were shocked. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The first two sentences of this autumn nocturne are written scenes, which are written quite leisurely, the autumn night is slightly cool, and the scenery is bleak; The last two sentences are love, the protagonist is lonely and sleepless, and he is diligent in kiting. This poem is very euphemistic, the feelings are very delicate, and the shy emotions of the children are tightly concealed: the young woman is alone in the empty boudoir, immersed in lovesickness, and can't bear to change clothes; borrowed the kite to relieve himself of loneliness, and he couldn't bear to go back to the house.

The artistic conception of this poem is very high, and Shen Yan borrows the heroine's psychological activities to show her grievances of staying alone in the empty room, and the song is wonderful; Writing the state of mind of the woman, expressing the pain of emptiness in her heart, it is more profound, delicate and vivid, revealing the resentment of the heroine who stays alone in the empty room and misses her husband, showing the skill of Shen Yan's poetry. Yao Mengxian, as the judge of this literary meeting, fell into deep contemplation as soon as Shen Yan's autumn nocturne was finished, and then a hint of brightness appeared in his eyes, and he made a high comment on the artistic conception of this poem.

"Old Master Yao, does this poem really have such a high evaluation?" Hearing Yao Mengxian's comments, Yuan Zhenkai's face was a little gloomy, and a trace of doubt appeared in his eyes, and he asked loudly.

"Yuan Zhenkai, don't you believe in the old man's literary skills?" Hearing Yuan Zhenkai's questioning, Yao Mengxian's face was a little ugly, and he glanced at Yuan Zhenkai coldly, with some doubts in his tone.

"Old Master Yao, the students don't dare, it's just that the students don't know the artistic conception of this poem, so they ask this." Hearing Yao Mengxian's questioning tone, Yuan Zhenkai's heart was a little panicked, and he hurriedly explained.

"Forget it, I don't have the same knowledge as you, the old man has repeatedly asked you to study hard, but you often take the old man's words as a deaf ear, so it's a joke." A trace of disdain flashed in Yao Mengxian's eyes, and then a trace of intense surprise appeared in his eyes, it was really rare for Shen Yan to be able to write a poem with such an artistic conception at a young age, and then it seemed to be talking to himself, and it was like relieving the doubts of Yuan Zhenkai and others, and Lang Sheng's detailed appreciation of this autumn nocturne.

The first sentence of Shen Yan's autumn nocturne points out the time, the night is coming, the moon has just risen from the east, although the autumn dew is raw, but it is still meager and scarce, indicating that the weather is already cool, but it is not yet cold, giving people a sense of coolness, highlighting the heroine's cold and lonely mood. This echoes the following sentence, because the weather is cold, the light and soft Luo clothes worn have felt thin. But I didn't feel the cold yet, so I haven't changed my clothes yet. The words are faintly overflowing with the heroine's feelings of missing her distant husband because of the need to change clothes in the cool autumn.

The third sentence writes about the heroine's action of playing the kite, which is actually a musical song. tells the story that the heroine has been playing the kite outdoors, from the beginning of the moon to the middle of the night, still playing frequently, without the slightest intention of returning to the room. The heroine is so obsessed with playing the kite that she forgets to sleep and eat. In fact, the drunkard does not mean to drink, she is not so obsessed with playing the kite, but "timidly and can't bear to return to the empty room", in order to expose the secret of the heroine's heart.

The last sentence is cleverly conceived and expressed in a peculiar way, through the psychological activities of the heroine, showing her grievance of being alone in the empty room. The heroine is deeply missing her husband who is far away, unable to sleep at night, unwilling to stay alone in the empty room, and can only use the kite to dispel the feelings of desolation and loneliness. The room is empty, the heart is even emptier, and its feelings are sad.

"A poem without a full life experience cannot write such an artistic conception, how can he express such a state of poetry at Shen Yan's age? What kind of experience does he have, and what kind of talent does he have? After Yao Mengxian finished appreciating this autumn nocturne, a trace of doubt and surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Hmph, count you kid lucky, you actually came up with such a meaningful poem." Yuan Zhenkai was obviously unconvinced, Shen Yan suppressed the audience, and the opening work made the atmosphere of the Wenhui fall into absolute embarrassment, Yuan Zhenkai knew that none of himself and others, including these people he invited, could write a poem with such an artistic conception, even Zhan Shihui, who was known as the first young scholar in Jinling, couldn't do it.

Yuan Zhen was very unconvinced in his happiness, but in the face of Shen Yan's autumn nocturne, Yuan Zhen couldn't be convinced, or in other words, it was impossible for him to make poems with a higher artistic conception than Shen Yan.

"No, this Shen Yan is really so powerful, is he a couplet and a poet." Hearing Yao Mengxian's comments, a strong jealousy and unwillingness appeared in Gu Detang's eyes.

Gu Detang originally hoped to use the literary meeting held by Yuan Zhenkai to suppress Shen Yan's arrogance, so as to reduce Shen Yan's image in Qiu Yingxue's mind, but now it is good, instead of lowering the image, it has improved the image, how can he have a feeling of stealing chickens and rice.

"What kind of person is this Shen Yan, not only does poetry and couplets make people of the same generation bow down, but he also has a group of talented people with outstanding ability, and he actually let the other party completely grasp his handle in one action, isn't it unwise to go against him?" also sighed Su Shifu who was standing on the side of the Wenhui, after listening to Yao Mengxian's comments and appreciation, the trend of thought in Su Shifu's heart was like a monstrous wave in the sea, which could not be calmed down for a long time.

"Brother Shen, is it really so powerful?" Hearing Shen Yan's autumn nocturne, Qiu Yingxue sang softly in her mouth, and constantly appreciated the essence of this autumn nocturne in her mind, although Qiu Yingxue's wisdom is not inferior to that of ordinary men, but her literary skills are obviously inferior to Yao Mengxian, and the artistic conception of this poem cannot be thoroughly understood in the appreciation, and after listening to Yao Mengxian's appreciation and comments, a trace of admiration and happiness obviously appeared in Qiu Yingxue's bright eyes, and at the same time there was a trace of doubt.

Shen Shenyan's age is on par with himself, although he doesn't know Shen Yan's past, but without deep social experience and a full grasp of women's psychology and national affairs, he can't write poems with such an artistic conception, what kind of experience does Shen Yan have?

"In the next autumn nocturne as the work of this literary meeting, I hope you will write a more meaningful poem than this one, so that you can study hard." After listening to Yao Mengxian's comments and appreciation, a trace of surprise appeared in Shen Yan's eyes, the wisdom of the ancients, especially the literary skills and wisdom of literary masters, should not be underestimated, this autumn nocturne is a classic work that he stole from the great poets of the Tang Dynasty, I thought that no one present could fully understand this autumn nocturne, but I never thought that Yao Mengxian would appreciate the artistic conception of the poem without any difference.

Although this autumn nocturne was perfectly appreciated and commented on by Yao Mengxian, Shen Yan believed that none of the people present except Yao Mengxian could make a poem with such an artistic conception, even if it was Yao Mengxian, it was not easy to make a poem with such an artistic conception for a period of time, so after listening to Yao Mengxian's appreciation and comments, Shen Yan's expression was very calm, and he knew very well that his poem completely shocked the audience, and no one dared to challenge it, or no one dared to chant poetry again.

Looking at the shocked atmosphere of the audience, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Shen Yan's mouth, and he couldn't help but think in his mind: Don't you know, the so-called familiar reading of 300 Tang poems, if you can't chant poems, you can chant them, and I, I will steal them when I can't chant, and now I steal this autumn nocturne to shock all of you, this feeling is very cool.