First of all, the poem of Yinyue in Sima Tang's hand at the moment is so-so, unsatisfactory, and can only be regarded as middle and lower-class, and he can't get into his eyes.

However, he also knew that he had a high vision, and he thought that ordinary poetry might be good for the poetry clubs of Guozijian.

So I put the Psalm aside and moved on to the second Psalm.

Almost in a short moment, Sima Tang finished reading the second poem, and only thought about it for a while in his heart, and then felt that this poem seemed to be much worse than the first one, and he couldn't help but shake his head and smile, and a faint sense of loss welled up in his heart.

In retrospect, the Mid-Autumn Festival gathering of the previous year was really a gathering of high-level talents and scribes.

At that time, there were not only Sima Tang, but also Su Shi and Su Zhe, not to mention Zhang Heng, Zeng Gong, Wang Guan, Dou Bian and other stunning figures.

And it was also in that year that the poetry club he led competed for the first place with the poetry club led by Su Shi and Su Zhe.

Looking back now, the grand scene of the Yaji back then really made Sima Tang leisurely fascinated, but today when he looks at the contemporary Guozijian Poetry Society, it is unsatisfactory, which really makes him feel very embarrassed.

Perhaps, this is the so-called prosperity must decline, this generation of Guozijian, it seems that in addition to Li Xiaobai and the little sister Sima Wei, there are few poets who can be called demons, which is a particularly regrettable.

After a leisurely thought, Sima Tang couldn't help but sigh lightly, and his gaze fell back on the poems placed on the desk, his original expression of interest suddenly changed, and his eyes suddenly widened, and the whole person suddenly froze as if he had seen something incredible.

This is the third poem he has seen today, different from the first two unsatisfactory verses, this poem of the moon can be described as simple and clear, but without losing the artistic conception, it can be described as catchy, beautiful and moving, it is: the bright moonlight in front of the boat, suspected to be frost on the ground, look up at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown.

is a single poem of five unique poems, but it gives Sima Tang a sense of great ingenuity and simplification.

The poem uses metaphors, foils and other techniques to express the poet's homesickness on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

At this time, Sima Tang raised his eyes and saw that the bow of the ship was sprinkled with a piece of silver light, which was in response to the scene of "the bright moonlight in front of the ship, suspected to be frost on the ground", which can be described as a work for the occasion and is very rare.

In his opinion, this Yinyue poem can be described as a masterpiece, and it can be listed as one of the best works tonight, and I don't know which poetry club can make such a poem, is it Li He Li Xiaobai, the little of Li Du Poetry Society? Or is it Duan Feiyang of the Langyue Poetry Society?

While secretly speculating, he had already set his eyes on the author's signature at the back of the poem, and the words "Yiku Poetry Society" suddenly caught his eye.

Suddenly, Sima Tang was stunned for an instant, a library of poetry clubs, isn't it the poetry society that Wei Wei wants to deal with? Why is this very rare poem of Yongyue actually made by the Yiku Poetry Society?

Full of shock, Sima Tang instantly had a feeling of difficulty.

If this library of poetry society is sparse and ordinary poetry, he can use the power of judgment to judge a library of poetry society out of the game.

However, at present, this Yongyue poem made by Yiku Poetry Society can be said to be excellent in terms of artistic conception and poetry, and it is even more catchy to read, giving people a feeling of simplicity.

If such a wonderful psalm is judged, even if you agree with it, I am afraid that other judges will not agree.

Thinking of this, Sima Tang felt troubled and hesitated.

Thinking about it for a while, he thought that he only had such a sister, and he wouldn't help her, so he gritted his teeth and picked up the brush and marked the word "out" in the blank space of the poem, hoping that the judges who would review the poems would not be too serious, and he would be able to pass the test and judge the Yiku Poetry Society.

Today's chief judge is Wang Zhongzhang, a scholar of the Jiying Palace, who is currently reviewing the psalms submitted by the other three judges and making the final check.

In addition to him, one of the other three judges is from Longtu Pavilion, one is from Guozijian, and the other is the champion of the dynasty, and there should not be much problem in reviewing the poems, so Wang Zhongzhang is just a routine.

Seeing that Wang Zhongzhang seemed to be a little careless, Sima Tang's somewhat apprehensive mood gradually relaxed, and he only hoped that he could pass the test smoothly and complete the explanation of the little sister.

However, at this time, Wang Zhongzhang, who had not cared much about it and flipped the psalms at will, suddenly said "Huh", and pulled out a piece of rice paper from it, showing a look of concentration on his old face.

Seeing this, Sima Tang suddenly became nervous, and his heart couldn't help but thump.

"Master Wang, but what's wrong with the Psalms?" Guozijian Siye Chen Fawen, as today's host, hurriedly asked when he saw the abnormality.

Wang Zhongzhang narrowed his old eyes, and said in amazement: "This poem is very good, it can be said that it is the leader of the Yongyue Poetry Bureau tonight, why was it judged out?" ”

"Is that so?" Chen Fawen was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly stepped forward to take a look, and said softly: "The bright moonlight in front of the boat, suspected to be frost on the ground, raise your head to look at the bright moon, and bow your head to think of your hometown." ”

After reciting it, he savored it, and nodded suddenly: "This poem is absolutely carved, pure and innocent, just like the true color of the folk song of "Midnight", so although it is not an ancient theme of Yuefu, it is full of ancient meaning, it is really a good product. ”

After hearing this, Zhang Changming, a bachelor from Longtu Pavilion on the side, couldn't help but bow his head and said: "The first two sentences are very new. In the last two sentences, between raising and bowing his head, he suddenly felt homesick. Liang with the idea of hometown, long in the arms, occasionally see the bright moon in front of the ship, a touch of hair, is to see the heart of the hometown. And "raise your head" and "bow your head", the affiliate uses it, and you can see the pitching, which is wonderful! ”

Wang Zhongzhang nodded in agreement, shook the rice paper with a rattle, and said with some displeasure: "Such an excellent poem can be described as a masterpiece of Yinyue, even if it is rare throughout the ages, why was it sentenced out, who sentenced it?" ”

At the end of these words, Wang Zhongzhang, Zhang Changming, and Chen Fawen all looked at Sima Tang, who was silent.

Since the three of them think it's good, it's definitely not their judgment, and it doesn't need to be asked that it was also from the hands of this champion of the dynasty.

Facing the three sharp and incomprehensible gazes, Sima Tang's face suddenly turned red, he sat like pins and needles, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

Fortunately, he had already expected that there might be such a result just now, so he was calm at this time, and said in confusion: "This poem is judged to be out of the game, what, is there something wrong?" ”

"It's not just inappropriate, it's really a wrongful conviction." Zhang Changming, a bachelor of Longtu Pavilion, is a straightforward character, and he is also outspoken at this time.

(End of chapter)