The real Song Dynasty scholars were fascinated by good calligraphy, which was far from what later generations imagined. Including some emperors, such as the story of Song Huizong and Cai Jing, the current Emperor Renzong in Tokyo, also has the only hobby of practicing flying white body.

Hearing the uproar of the people, Qian Weiyan knew that he had lost his temper.

Some are ridiculous, why do you get older and can't hold your breath? But if you don't think about it, spreading it is also praising the backward and it is a virtue. Only then did I read the poem, the first few sentences could not explain the problem, but I could already see some general atmosphere.

Readers, I will give you a popular science about the fastest change in the Song Dynasty is poetry, not necessarily plain, easy to understand, it is best to mix a few sentences of discussion, with poetry to reason, with poetry to explain things, in fact, this change, may not be too good. Poetry, not articles, should also have some magnificent language, such as "Lisao".

Therefore, the people of the Song Dynasty always ranked poetry above words, but their attainments were far inferior to those of Song words. After the Ming and Qing dynasties, it was impossible to break through, and the art form of poetry, in fact, was equivalent to the Song Dynasty, which began to fall to the end, and was gradually replaced by Song Ci, Yuan Qu and Ming and Qing novels. However, Su Mihuang made a good start in the art of calligraphy, teaching future generations not to be confined to the rules and regulations, so that the art of calligraphy has been prosperous.

These poems can be said to be typical Song Dynasty poems, simple, easy to understand, but not vulgar. And it is these simple verses, but they are flat and magnificent, although this time they are not participating in the imperial examination, if they participate in the imperial examination, just this style will give the examiner extra points. In comparison, it is better than all students.

How could such a teenager do such a thing as buying poetry?

The difference is too big, right?

Ye Sheng has already written:

Luoshui has been a canal for more than 1,000 years, originating from the mountains and ravines

The water of Zhuling has fallen since the winter snow, and Qiong Yao has fallen into the dust.

Five or six thatched huts fall asleep, and three or two plain plums are quietly spitting incense.

The dog barked and knocked on the door on a cold night, and the stove lit the tea and complained heartily.

The next room asked the answerer, and the north wind swept and covered the sound cool.

The long night is white and lonely, and the bitter pine is green and wrapped in silver.

The cold air of dawn is dark, and the empty village is extinct in the wilderness.

The east wind was shy and the curtain moved, and the eagle shook his head and said that it was cold.

It is difficult to advance and retreat from the self-esteem, and return to the East China Sea to call the classes.

Jiaolongteng brings the waves of the five lakes, and the rain mother puffs up the smoke of the Qinling Mountains.

The big edge broke the silver bottle and cracked, and the iron riders exchanged iron shirts.

Xiaoice powder jade broke, melon step whimpered and walked Huaiguan.

The waterfall giant cloth connects the heaven and the earth, and thousands of rivers descend to the world.

Ye Sheng wrote about Xing, drank two large sips of wine, and disregarded the feelings of others, and continued to write happily:

The trickle embraces the waves, and the shallow grass tells goodbye.

The rippling river flows around Tingzhu, and the bright moon and flower forest are full of misty.

The carp jumps into the water to draw ripples, and the mandarin duck combs its feathers and wanders together.

Micro-scent catches the fog and paces the river curtain, and the manbu light yarn is near the water platform.

The water platform is far away from the makeup mirror, and the anvil is gone.

There are night magpies singing in the distance, and a flat boat breaks through the air

Leaving the boat and mooring on the side of the water platform, the double beads fell into tears.

Taiyin rose out of the pavilion alone, and Tianquan waved his sleeves and hit the railing.

The twin stars are colored to wipe the stars and the moon, and the rainbow salamander takes advantage of the situation to come to the Central Plains.

The cold and warm are held on the big river, and the north and south are stiff between Cai Luo.

The yin wind roars angrily, and the clouds gallop the horse, and the turbid waves empty the hammer and shoot the bricks.

Merchant ships float like fallen leaves, and boats flip like bitter cicadas.

The apes ran wildly to the stone gorge trees, and the warblers and birds panicked in the dry forest bay.

Only here a little bit of astronomical knowledge, in the astronomy of the Song Dynasty, Tianquan is the fourth star of the Big Dipper, last, the main water, for the star, the main Tianli, the Wudao, which is divided into Wu, and the Hejaz is Jingzhou. It's not that the water is in Jingzhou, it's in the south of Zhengzhou, and it's not yet in Xingyang. And it was for this little lady to change the unevenness, so the Lord Heavenly Reason, Vai Wudao dispatched. The Taiyin offender is mourned by the Lord. About this little lady couldn't think of it, so she left the boat to pick her up, so she committed suicide without water. But if you don't write it, it will be contrary to today's peace if you write it.

These two stars are as meaningful as they are chosen...... It's a pity that most of the people here today are afraid that most of them can't think of it, and they don't have the knowledge to think about it.

"Okay, good," Qian Weiyan murmured again after cheering.

This word, this poem......

Some people say that when guests come to the door, the tent shines. The arrival of this son today has made the entire poetry club shine.

Ouyang Xiu looked at it and sighed and said, "The second stack of "Yangguan Three Stacks" is here, Xiwen Gong, you are here." ”

Qian Weiyan recalled the tune of "Yangguan Three Stacks" in his mind, and glanced at the verses on the long axis, this Zhang Chichi's is not playing a song "Yangguan Three Stacks" in disguise with the momentum of the content of the text? No wonder he said that the name of the poem is Triassic Yangchun.

If so, that's even greater!

Suddenly come to your senses, Xiwen? Ye Sheng's poems and words had too much impact on him, otherwise as soon as he heard this word, he would know who was coming.

Turning his head, he saw a middle-aged man with a square face standing next to a young man with a long face. walked over and asked in a low voice, "Xiwen Gong suddenly came here to see him?" He pointed his finger as he spoke.

didn't answer, but Fan Zhongyan pointed at Ye Sheng and said, "Gong Qian, let's talk for a while, let's take a look, how did he write this last stack?" ”

"yes."

Although Fan Zhongyan is famous, what he cares most about at the moment is the student's words and poems. The student squire outside the circle was also so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks, only to hear shouting from time to time inside, many people were out of shape, what did they write? Look at it and don't see it. But some people already know that this son is writing a long poem.

Long poems or short poems are more difficult to write, and there are many debates. It is not easy to write short poems that are short and concise. However, there are still more people who agree that long poems are not necessarily difficult to write, but it is even more difficult to write brilliantly, so long, and it is not easy to pay attention to some rhythmic changes, and the coherence and integrity of the content.

Especially for a sixteen-year-old boy like Ye Sheng, it is even more difficult to control it and win unanimous praise.

This Ye Sheng didn't know, let alone the teacher who was regarded as a real scholar by later generations, stood behind him and watched with interest. I can't know, otherwise my thoughts will be messed up, and this poem will not be able to be written. When Qian Wei was talking, he wrote a few more lines:

The immortals are merciful and adjust the road, and the Jade Emperor is in the Qing Dynasty.

The haze poured out and the clouds returned, and the miserable mist suddenly went to the warm spring day.

Tong and Ogiga are selustening, and bees and butterflies are dancing.

The river goes to the sea unhindered, paving green all the way to the end of the world.

The sparkling light plays the golden song, and the green algae weaves the jasper hairpin.

Crape myrtle flies around the double swallow, and the angelica orchid by the water is a shore flower.

The colorful sail fishing song sings late, and the long pavilion sends friends to the west shadow.

Chaosheng glycol sneaks into the night, and the moon is exquisite and half returns home.

The tide comes and goes, and the river has arrived at Xingyang.

The cigarette caressed the river in the Fu, and the robe whispered to the willow on the embankment: "

This is the Chu and Han dynasties, and the tragedy of the year is not your memory.

The two armies confronted each other, and the flags meandered for a hundred miles.

The scab instigated the earthquakes of the mountains and rivers, and the arrows rained and the lightning roared.

Galloping vertically and horizontally as a running beast, advancing and retreating into black clouds.

Compete with the armor and wear the sternum, and fight for the sword to sweep the face and the soul.

The wound of the horse is cracked, and the murderous spirit is condensed.

The water stains the blood and loses its color, and the wild corpse cave mountain is hidden.

Four years of life and death battles, just for a good name. ”

Fan Zhongyan breathed a long sigh of relief and said, ". actually used the tragic scene of Chu and Han fighting as the last one. What a surprise. ”

Heliu heard that his heart was relative, and the new leaf shook his words: "

It is still difficult to get to this point, let alone the rise and fall of the matter.

Jin Rust Guangli also works hard, don't make the past a teacher. ”

The two of them scattered, and the red wind in the sky was light.

The jagged clouds and trees cover the morning glow, and the high and low pink apricot cages are smoky.

The river flows silently for thousands of miles, and a few white sails appear in the sky.

"Good!" This time, even Fan Zhongyan applauded. In just a few sentences, the theme became clear, the idea was even more noble, and the whole poem was sublimated, which also alluded to the intention of Qian Gong to hold the poetry club. In the end, the aftermath is lingering, and the artistic conception and rhythm also coincide with the rhyme of "Yangguan Three Stacks", and it also has a faint symbolic meaning. Written as a sixteen-year-old stinky young man, it is a rare masterpiece. Of course, his cheers have long been drowned out by everyone.

Ye Sheng put down the pen and said to Qian Weiyan: "Qian Gong, can the kid take Lu Siniang away?" ”

"Yes, yes," Qian Weiyan nodded again and again.

This time, there was no need to shout, and the crowd automatically dodged a road. Some people have a sense of fear in their eyes, and in this era, they believe in ghosts and gods, and they write poems in their twenties that make Zhizhou and others lose their temper, maybe there is. But what does it mean that a sixteen-year-old child has convinced so many big people in the middle of the field to the point of madness!

Shen Pengyuan said: "This is plagiarism! ”

Qian Gong was a little displeased, the so-called copying is ghostwriting, which will be shamed in the future, and it will be even more shameful at this time. Without evidence, it can't be nonsense. Like many poems written in the morning, it is not uncommon for them to be ghostwritten, but no one has anything to say.

Some students around were unhappy and said, "Don't talk nonsense, Fang Caimou can see it very clearly, this son is clearly not familiar with Lu Siniang." If you are not familiar with it, how do you know that she is playing "Yangguan Three Stacks"? ”

Without this tune, the poem would be off-topic!

Shen Pengyuan continued: "Everyone, it is clear that he hooked up with Lu Siniang, so he redeemed her body. Therefore, I learned in advance that she would play this piece and let people write the poem. ”

There is quite a market, otherwise why would Ye Sheng redeem her? See no, the posture is so mediocre, and the age is so old. There are also some people who believe this statement.

Ye Sheng also moved here, staring at Shen Peng from afar, not angry, but pitying, regretful, and finally shook his head.

Turned around and came to the bookcase and said: "On the way to the poetry meeting, the students of Qian Gong saw the fire tree and silver flowers, and they felt something, and they wrote a poem and gave it to Qian Gong. ”

Picked up the pen and wrote quickly, Ning Er watched from the side, and after a while, helped read out the words written.

"Qingyu case...... Yuan Xi ......"

Ning'er's voice was crisp and clean. The whole hall could hear it clearly, and after a while, even Qian Weiyan's expression and standing posture became formal, and he repeated: "The east wind is released at night...... Flower Thousand Trees—"

The first sentence of this Qingyu case is spread out in the atmosphere!

Shen Pengyuan, and the other students, changed their faces instantly......

Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind.

At this time, in the garden, Ning Er's crisp voice. has been replaced by a generous baritone,

On the desk next to him, he raised his pen and wrote a book, only this first sentence came out, and many students' faces changed a little, some were solemn, waiting carefully for the next sentence, and some frowned, and their hearts were filled with bad feelings.

The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and blows down, and the stars are like rain,

BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

In the blink of an eye, it was completed.

Shen Pengyuan sat there and took a deep breath, knowing that all his actions tonight had come to naught, and many people were repeating it.

Students who couldn't be seen in the distance were trying to find a way to squeeze in.

Looking at Ye Sheng, who completed the first half of the writing in a blink of an eye, you are all knowledgeable in doing it, if the water tune song head is gradual, starting from the plain, and opening up the entire elegant and timeless atmosphere with a high technique that does not make people feel abrupt, then this is in front of me from the beginning is an unambiguous opening and closing, like splashing ink landscapes, crazy grass calligraphy, and using the most magnificent tone to unfold the weather from the beginning. "Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind. More blown down, the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night. Just this one, the metaphors that are constantly mentioned have vividly described the entire Shangyuan night scene, as if the excitement has been condensed dozens of times, and then replaced in front of everyone's eyes.

The atmosphere in this hall became a little solemn, Ye Sheng stopped, looked back, on the surface, it seemed to be watching everyone's reactions, but in fact, he was still paying attention to Lu Siniang's whereabouts. Between her walking in front of the white peony, the two sisters were very close to each other and laughing together, and Ye Sheng, who breathed a sigh of relief, sang softly in his mouth: "Moth snow willow golden wisp." The words were still being written, and Ye Sheng's eyes were no longer in sight to see the figure of the beautiful girl. The table pen wrote down a sentence "Laughter is full of dark fragrance". Turning around, he stood still and pondered for a moment, and wrote to the crowd to find him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, I suddenly turned around and saw Bai Peony and Lu Siniang behind me standing behind me like sisters, smiling so beautifully, especially Lu Siniang laughing so naughty, throwing a smile to the sister flower and turning around and writing that the person was there, and the lights were dim. The baritone sighed softly and read the words. It seems to be a knowledgeable person.,Wait a lot.,Drink too much.,Hallucinations? He shouted, "Teacher, why are you here?" Looking up, I saw Fan Zhongyan standing in front of Ye Sheng, twisting his beard and looking at Ye Sheng with an approving gaze. Ye Sheng hurriedly gave a deep salute, and excitedly took the teacher's hand and didn't know what to say. Fan Zhongyan looked at this most proud disciple and was also very happy. After saying a few words to the teacher, Ye Sheng gave a deep salute to Qian Gong and said, "The literary meeting that Qian Lao painstakingly organized was messed up by me again, please punish Qian Gong." ”