Although Xu Yan knew very well in his heart that the teacher was for his good, he was somewhat helpless.

After he came to Daming, although he also relied on poetry and lyrics to make some limelight, his opponents were basically Zhang Yinian's quality, which was really not challenging.

In a popular phrase, it is the king who hangs the bronze.

Everything is afraid of contrast.

The person in front of him now is not an idle person.

Shen Mingchen's high status in the poetry circle of the Ming Dynasty is incomparable to ordinary people.

It is not easy to throw out the poems that crushed him.

But it's all at this point, Xu Yan has no reason to retreat. Otherwise, wouldn't he be too sorry for his mentor, Mr. Qian?

Xu Yan took a step forward, arched his hand at Shen Mingchen, and said with a smile: "Shen Gongzi's poem is excellent. Xu Yan of Dinghai County tried to pair up. ”

After that, he opened his mouth and said:

"Su Xiaofenxi is a concubine's family, and white lotus flowers are planted in front of the door.

Lang came to recognize the place, and the stone Yaoqin covered the sunset. ”

Shen Mingchen naturally knows poetry very well, but he was stunned when he heard Xu Yanyin.

He muttered in his mouth: "Lang comes to recognize the place, and the Yaoqin on the stone covers the sunset." ”

"Xu Xiaolangjun's poem is written from a woman's perspective, but it is ingenious."

"Thank you Shen Gongzi for the compliment."

Even Shen Mingchen praised it, and the quality of this poem is naturally no problem.

Everyone present praised one after another.

"Xu Xiaolangjun is also from Ningbo? There are too many talents in Ningbo. ”

"From this point of view, Ningbo scholars have the tendency to catch up later, and it is not impossible to catch up with Shaoxing."

"Hey, you know what. Xu Xiaolangjun: That's a student that Mr. Xushan just accepted recently. Can a student with old money be bad? ”

"I see, no wonder he is so talented at a young age."

Since ancient times, there is no first and no second.

Two talented people appeared on the spot, both of whom were from Ningbo, and naturally some people wanted to see them compare themselves.

But I saw someone coaxing: "Please ask Mr. Xushan to come up with another question to see who is stronger in poetry, Shen Gongzi or Xu Xiaolangjun." ”

"Yes, try it!"

Everyone looked like they didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement, which made Qian Dehong a little difficult to ride a tiger.

As for Xu Yan, he was also secretly annoyed.

It's really going to go on, but it's too much of a drain on reserves.

What should I do if I write a poem or a poem or a poem, and I'm done?

He turned to look at the teacher, and when he saw Qian Dehong nodding at him, he gritted his teeth and said, "So please ask the teacher to give the question." ”

Qian Dehong stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Since ancient times, the least years of romance have been in place, so let's take juvenile travel as the theme." ”

Xu Yan made a gesture of please and invited Shen Mingchen to make it first.

In fact, this is also a routine of Xu Yan.

Those who compose poetry first have a disadvantage. After all, it is easy to be targeted with a sample, and the later poems leave a deeper impression on the critics, and it is easier to obtain a favorable position.

Of course, all this is based on the fact that the two are at a similar level.

If it is one in the sky and one on the ground, this subtle influence can be ignored at all.

Shen Mingchen bowed slightly, closed his eyes and thought for a moment, and then chanted:

"BMW arrogantly neighs to attract teenagers, and green silk wears the subway to connect money.

The twelve spring breezes of Jinjie are blowing, and the poplar flowers are full of embroidery. ”

Xu Yanxin said in his heart that he was really a difficult opponent. But now that the arrow is ready to be sent, I can't take care of Tibetan poetry.

He paced a few steps and groaned:

"A thousand gold swords, ten thousand gold suits, laughing and throwing orchid green wine beds.

Drunk and purple horses call chivalrous, and the spring breeze blows into the cockfighting arena. ”

At the end of the two poems, someone compared.

Some say that Yang Shi is more free, and some say that Xu Shi is more heroic.

But overall, Xu Yan has more advantages because of his age.

After all, Shen Mingchen is more than ten years older than Xu Yan, and even if it is a tie, his face will be gloomy.

"Let's do it again!"

"One more song!"

Under the "arch fire" of everyone, it seemed that Shen Mingchen couldn't bear it anymore, and took the lead in chanting:

"The green and yellow plums are warm and cool, and the red and white flowers are blooming and farming.

The swallow's nest is muddy and watery, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the partridge. ”

Xu Yan was not to be outdone, and immediately responded to a song.

"Yin Yin Tao Li is late in the evening, and the bridge head is called Zigui.

The people who returned from worshiping the moon were quiet, and the golden hairpin was lost in the west of the bamboo corridor. ”

Shen Mingchen is already poetic at the moment, and he is no longer reserved.

Casually groaned:

"The black tree is red and has young leaves, and the purple orchid is thriving and spit out new seedlings.

The dragon's whiskers are green before the wind is folded, and the phoenix tail is green and the banana is added after the rain. ”

Xu Yan said in his heart, since this is the case, then I will accompany you to the end.

Lang Lang said:

"A little bit of fireflies send falling flowers, and the spring breeze is lonely and broken.

People came to send iris leaves, saying that they were Chengdu papermakers. ”

Shen Mingchen shouted in his heart!

Through the poetry of the chant:

"The rain has fallen into the ditch over the high field, and the willow tips on the tile bridge fish.

The plum penicate is like snow, and the cherry red ripe wine is like oil. ”

Xu Yan said without concessions:

"The fifteenth year of birth can be opened, so I am afraid that Qu Tang will be piled up.

Lang Jin dried the net and crossed the peach blossoms, and the slave exchanged the fresh fish for wine. ”

Shen said:

"The concubine is in Jiangdong, Lang is in the west, and the incense has been to Ruoye Creek.

The female companion bowed her head and said, tears staining the new red and white clothes. ”

Xu Jie:

"The West Lake should be crossed late, and the lotus picking boat should be taken advantage of.

The more beautiful Wu Ke, she asked for money again. ”

Shen Yin:

"Guiying Tuan Tuanyue, hibiscus leaf frost.

Pounding clothes overnight and a half, a few days of waste yellow. ”

Xu said:

"The moon is shining in the autumn lake, and I want to wake up after listening to the fishing song and wine.

Just ask the Qin Emperor where the boat is released, and the white clouds are deeply locked with the Buddha's head. ”

Between the two, you and I have a song, and everyone present is stupid.

Can poetry still be written like this? It's like drinking!

Most of them can compose poems, but most of them have to meditate for a long time before they can come up with a poem.

Look at Shen Gongzi and Xu Xiaolangjun again, it is really a good sentence to chant casually.

This is really more popular than people.

After a short pause, Shen Mingchen continued:

"The evening cool breeze is fragrant in the jade pool, and it is all returned to the crow into the building chapter.

The concubine is not as good as the lotus, and Mo will compare the mirror to the cold pond. ”

Xu Yan smiled faintly:

"Yingying red jade evening makeup is new, and she is quietly leaning on the rhombus self-portrait.

A piece of Qingxia raw sock soles, the palace is rumored to be the god of Luofei. ”

"Tsk, this time it's starting to be a palace word!"

Someone said with emotion.

Shen Mingchen continued:

"The mulberry leaves in the South Park are full of green, and the scenery is full of willow flowers.

The concubine was not as good as Wu silkworm to die, and she was left with spring silk and clothes. ”

Xu Yan continued:

"The edict is new, and the scholars play the Taiping Spring.

The carved plate is red and the flowers of the palace are given to the first person. ”

Shen Mingchen still wanted to compose a poem, but who expected Xu Yan to take the first step and say:

"Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks.

Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south. ”

It has always been Shen Mingchen who wrote one song after another.

Now that the rhythm has suddenly changed, Shen Mingchen was stunned for a while.

He muttered the verses that Xu Yan had just chanted.

"Thousands of blows are still strong, let the east and west, north and south wind..."

After a long time, he shook his head and sighed, as if relieved.

"Young Master Xu, Shen lost."

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