At this time, you, Wuyang moved to the small couch, and the scholar on the side stepped forward and arranged the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in accordance with Jiang Liusu's habits.

Jiang Liusu waved his pen with his hand, holding his sleeve with one hand, and put the pen into a chapter.

"Jiang Xinyue"

Reflecting the weight from the depression, the ship is not west. But it is broken to return to fasting, and it is late to fight six dragons repeatedly. Yileng dantian planting, Xiangyang is getting west. Lantern dreams, what about jade.

When composing a poem, if you can describe what you write vividly without mentioning a word, then you are a master, if you can make the poem catchy, then it is a higher level, if you can make the poem beautiful, then it is impeccable.

However, there is no first in the text, and there is no second in the martial arts.

No one is qualified to comment on who is higher and who is lower among poets.

Can you say that the graceful faction is not as good as the arrogant faction? Can you say that romance poetry is not as good as realistic poetry?

Can't, right?

Jiang Liusu's poem is not bad.

A sentence "Reflecting the weight from the depression, relying on the ship is not west." "A leisurely outing will be highlighted. A sentence of "But it is useless to return to fasting, and it is late to fight six dragons repeatedly." "Write about the poet's high aspirations. A sentence "The clothes are cold and dantian is planted, and Xiangyang is getting wester." "Blend the mood change with the change in the sky. A sentence "Lantern dreams, what about jade." "The hazy state of the moonlight is vividly embodied.

Who's to say that this is not a good poem?

Wang Lucao smiled, Jiang Liuzhu, this kid can't help but boast, if he praises a word, his tail will be able to rise to the sky, and he will not want to make progress.

He had to be like this, beating a side drum beside him all day long, sarcastically, and laughing at him before he knew that he wanted to forge ahead. It has to be like Shen Kang, with the mud, and compare, force, so that he can not stagnate.

This matter is an unspoken secret between him and Shen Kang, and it is also a tacit agreement between the two of them.

The two looked at each other at this point and smiled.

Jiang Liusu threw the brush into the pen wash, and the thick ink gradually dissipated in the water, turning into ink flowers of different shades, which was very beautiful.

He raised his neck, straightened his stomach, pouted and asked, "How?" His tone was deliberately raised, and a smug attitude overflowed from every strand of hair.

Wang Lucao snorted lightly, shook the folding fan and paced to Jiang Liusu's side, then suddenly raised his hand, slapped the fan in the palm of his hand, clenched his fist, and took the fan into his arms.

He whispered, "Get out of the way, I'll do it too." ”

The teasing and ridicule on Wang Lucao's face no longer existed, and the expression on his face was solemn, silently respecting Jiang Liusu's faint heart of competition.

Jiang Liusu chuckled: "Hey, okay, in the past, Cao Zhi still needed seven steps to become a poem, Jiang Mou will see, what is Brother Wang's intelligence?" ”

Ho!

Jiang Liuxuan, this kid has also learned to pull hatred?

Shen Kang smiled secretly, and then said, "That's really an honor." ”

Arch fire at both ends...... A living gold medal loss friend.

Wang Lucao squinted at Shen Kang, pulled the corners of his lips, and said with a smile: "It's your turn later." ”

Subtext: You can't run away either.

Shen Kang smiled and said, "Don't dare to refuse." ”

Subtext: Pick up! What if you lose?

Wang Lu rolled his sleeves and waved his pen.

"Looking at the Moon in the North"

Double bullet borrows red makeup, high Zen and hundred tongues. The cold insect is still unmarried, and it is broken and sad. Thousands of miles of frost are still falling, and there is nothing to be done at first. The Northern Expedition and the widow have been widowed, how is the synchronization.

Since ancient times, poems describing war and nostalgia are more likely to make people feel awe and worship, and when they are sung, they are beneficial to cultivating the patriotism of the people, so they are more recognized by poetry collectors.

Wang Lucao's poem can be said to be on par with Jiang Liusu. But it is precisely because of this unique feeling that people subconsciously feel that his artistic conception is higher than that of Jiang Liusu.

How is this poem better than Jiang Liu's?

Jiang Liuxuan also secretly felt strange, but he didn't dare to ask, and raised his eyes to look at Shen Kang: "Tell me." ”

Shen Kang smiled and replied, "Temperament." ”

Temperament, the ancients divided it into two aspects.

One is bearing, and the other is appearance.

It is a recognized fact that people with good looks always have more temperament than people with slightly inferior appearances, and every era has its own unique aesthetics.

For example, in the Wei and Jin dynasties, weak and fair-skinned men and women made people feel temperamental.

In the Tang Dynasty, plump and healthy people made people feel temperamental.

In the Ming Dynasty, the literary quality was courteous and gentle as jade, which was a recognized aesthetic in contemporary times.

As for the bearing.

There is poetry and books in the belly, which is one.

Second, what kind of education you have received since childhood, what kind of environment you grew up in, and what kind of environment you have learned, what kind of bearing you have.

No matter from which point of view, Wang Lucao's temperament is a step higher than Jiang Liushou, put in the two poems, how can the poems of leisure be compared to the poems with a strong national temperament?

That's the importance of temperament.

After Shen Kang finished saying these two words, he smiled to himself and replied: "The poems of the two brothers are all masterpieces, and if you carefully cultivate them, you can enter the poetry collection." It's getting late, there's too much going on tonight, so let's rest early. ”

As he spoke, Shen Kang smiled and said goodbye, turned around and left.

"Shen San?"

Behind them, the two of them spoke at the same time, and nodded at Shen Kang in a meaningful tone.

Shen Kang smiled helplessly, turned his head to look at the two, and arched his hand: "Good sentences are rare, tonight all the talents in the world are taken by the two brothers, where can the younger brother still make good poems?" Another day, let's choose another day...... Besides, hasn't the younger brother already composed a song? ”

Jiang Liuxuan smiled, raised his head, and said, "Both of us are themed about the moon, Shen San, you want to escape, it's too late, right?" ”

Wang Lu calmly took the teacup from the scholar's hand, took a sip, and then, while handing the teacup back, he said, "Who didn't dare to refuse?" ”

Shen Kang let out a long sigh, lowered his head and walked back, glanced at the two of them left and right, and then said with a smile: "Okay, it was the younger brother who suffered on his own and was willing to admit punishment." It's not good, and the two brothers ask for help to change it. ”

It is common for literati to be humble to each other, and Shen Kang's resignation is just a joke between friends.

Wang Lucao and Jiang Liuyu understand, but where does Meng Fanrui understand?

Meng Fanrui, who was drinking on the side, was impatient with Shen Kang, put down his chopsticks with a "snap", pointed at Shen Kang and said, "Don't talk nonsense!" Humil boy, hurry up! ”

Shen Kang pursed his lips and said, "Uncle Meng, you have a soft mouth to eat people!" ”

Meng Fanrui said: "Uncle, I eat with my ability, you hurry up and write poems, those two muddy boys have done it." ”

Shen Kang said secretly, it's really a bystander who is not afraid of big things, this guy is no different from Fang Cai's self.

Roll up your sleeves and put pen to paper.

"Homesick Month"

The city hall recites the Buddha, and the atmosphere is purple and breathless. The boss of the small bridge people, and see Liu Cheng in a circle again. The spring of the sleeping county will be old, and the chapter will be waiting for Ziyuan. Under the park courtyard is empty, and smashes Han Enkuan.

……