So, without much consideration, the president of the Red Apricot Poetry Society, named Du Chuancheng, had already stood up, walked to the middle of the corridor and bowed to the officials, and said: "My lord, the Red Apricot Poetry Society has thought of the poem, please give me advice." ”

The official nodded and said, "Okay, just go straight to it." ”

Du Chuancheng bowed his head lightly and said loudly: "The poems written by the Red Apricot Poetry Society are: The sound of the twilight horn by the Wuding River, the love of travelers by the Helian Terrace. More than 1,000 miles on the way back from Hanguan, the autumn wind occurred overnight. ”

The sound of the chant fell, the official's eyes lit up, and he said: "This poem starts with the northwest frontier, and shows the reckless and vast scenery composed of the desolate and uncertain river basin and the ancient and gloomy Heliantai, which makes people feel sad when they hear it, and the last two sentences are in the mood of the traveler who lives here, and the desolation and helplessness in the hearts of the travelers are expressed in the upper and lower films, and the scenery and people's moods reflect each other, which is really very good, and the poem of the Red Apricot Poetry Society can be described as superior. ”

"Thank you for the compliment." Du Chuancheng raised his hand and arched his hand, with a calm and calm look, obviously feeling that this poem deserved such praise.

And when I heard this poem by the Red Apricot Poetry Society, the rest of the poetry clubs couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

It seems that this Red Apricot Poetry Society is really a famous person, and its superb level can be seen from this poem alone.

Cui Wenqing glanced at Su Shi, who was playing with the folding fan, and asked with a smile: "Brother Su, how is this poem?" ”

Su Shi smiled faintly: "It's so-so, and listen to what he says." ”

Cui Wenqing nodded, looked up, and saw that Du Chuancheng spoke again: "As for the words written by the Red Apricot Poetry Society, it is for a song "Man Jianghong". ”

The full word is: high sleep in the tent, quiet cold window, and Xiaoxiao rain.

The south building is near, and the three drums are moved, and a water is leaked.

The dots are not far from the willows, and the sound is only in the plantains.

I don't care, I break my hometown heart, and it's sad.

There is no appearance, and the hairspring is fine. Gather and disperse, and the real pearl is broken.

The day should be divided with, and the taste should be parted.

Break my butterfly dream and lose his double pillow mandarin duck sleep.

At this time, don't have a good thought, people are thousands of miles. ”

After drinking this word, Rao is Su Shi couldn't help but light up his eyes.

This poem is a song of rain, the first film writes the sound of raindrops to create the environment, and the next film writes more associations and sentimentality caused by raindrops.

Through the sound of raindrops, I think of the scene of raindrops of willow leaves and rains hitting plantains, and further associate the details of raindrops gathering into water droplets and then dripping and splashing.

These are all synaesthesia that visualizes visual images from the auditory sense.

And even more remarkable is the peculiar analogous association, which associates natural phenomena with the phenomena of life, the ephemeral and intermittent thoughts of dreams, and the dispersion of water droplets to the clutch of life, which is really very ingenious.

The officials naturally heard the extraordinaryness of this word, and said with a smile: "Not bad, the Red Apricot Poetry Society is really outstanding, not to be underestimated, just these two poems, not to mention put them in our D group, I believe that even if they are placed on tonight's poetry collection, they can shine, not bad." ”

The meaning of these words is naturally to express the full affirmation of these two poems.

As a result, the faces of the other two poetry club talents were a little ugly, and their hearts were also full of despair.

But when this is the case, they are not allowed to retreat, whether it is a mule or a horse, they must be pulled out and walked.

As a result, the Chengbei Poetry Society and the Xicao Poetry Society also began to chant the poems they composed.

Sure enough, the poems of these two poetry societies are ordinary, and they have not attracted too much attention from the officials, they are all simple nods, obviously compared to the poems of the Red Apricot Poetry Society, they are nothing at all, and it is extremely difficult to arouse the interest of the officials.

When the geniuses look at the situation, they know that the situation is clear.

It seems that the official in charge of presiding over the competition is determined to let the Red Apricot Poetry Society win, and the Red Apricot Poetry Society is indeed well deserved.

Although there is a poetry club later, compared with the Chengbei Poetry Society and the Xicao Poetry Society, this Yiku Poetry Society is even less famous, and I believe that it will not be able to make excellent poems.

At this time, the presiding officer finally raised his eyes to look at Cui Wenqing and Su Shi, and said lightly: "Yiku Poetry Society, it's your turn now." ”

Cui Wenqing nodded, and said to Su Shiyan: "Brother Su, let's go up, by the way, are you composing lyrics or poetry?" ”

Su Shi said with a smile: "Listen to the respect, you can write poetry." ”

Hearing the conversation between the two of them, Du Chuancheng couldn't help but sneer: "Heh, poetry is okay, the unknown person blows through the cowhide, and he is not afraid of being flashed by the wind." ”

As soon as the words fell, someone echoed and laughed: "Yes, a little-known poetry club dares to challenge the Hongxing Poetry Society, ridiculous!" Amusing! ”

After speaking, the scene burst into laughter.

Rao is presiding officer also showed a smile of unknown meaning, obviously thinking that the two young men of the Yiku Poetry Society were too big.

Cui Wenqing's eyes swept to all the talents, like an ant and mustard around him, and he said without looking back: "I heard that Brother Su is good at words, so please ask Brother Su to compose lyrics and compose poems below." ”

"Good!" Su Shi tapped the palm of his hand with the folding fan in his hand, stood up as a matter of duty, and said loudly: "In the next lyrics "Butterfly Loves Flowers", you listened carefully. ”

After speaking, he walked and said, "The flowers fade and the red and green apricots are small." When the swallows fly, the green water surrounds. The willows on the branches blow very little. There is no grass at the end of the world.

Swing inside the wall, outside the wall. Pedestrians outside the wall, beautiful people laugh inside the wall. The laughter faded into silence. Amorous but ruthlessly annoyed. ”

Yu Yang's frustration fell, and the tent fell silent.

Everyone, including the presiding officer, looked at Su Shi standing proudly in the corridor, and all of them showed shocked and inexplicable eyes.

It's not that they're making a fuss, it's not that they're alone.

And Su Shi's poem can really be regarded as deafening, and it can be regarded as a peerless sentence like a stroke of genius.

With everyone's appreciation, they suddenly encountered such a poem at the scene, and naturally they all fell into deep shock and disbelief.

After a long time, everyone still did not recover from the shock, and only a long wheezing sound was heard in the hall.

Seeing this, Su Shi frowned and said, "How?" How, exactly? Quick review! ”

The presiding officer suddenly came back to his senses, his face suddenly turned red with surprise and joy, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Dare to ask if this poem is really written by Gongzi?" ”

Su Shi shook the folding fan and said lightly: "My son has his own full reading of poetry and books, how can he be the kind of person who plagiarizes other people's poems, naturally it is Wu Su...... Written by Wen Qing. Without paying attention, he almost said his name.

After receiving Su Shi's affirmative answer, the look of surprise on the face of the support officer was even better, he took a deep breath, and tried to preside over the language in his mind, striving to comment on this poem that can be called a masterpiece.

(End of chapter)