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As soon as these words came out, Cai Yong was silent when he heard it, Wang Tang held back tears, and the faces of the whole audience changed.

Even Wang Cang and Xu Gan felt that their newly-acquired acquaintances were too full of words.

"Good!" Ruan Yu got up with a smile, but whether the meaning of this is really a compliment is probably known to everyone.

He saluted Zhang Yu and immediately said, "Since Zhang Lang is so confident in his talents, why don't you improvise another seven-character classic?" ”

"Yes. What's the theme? ”

"When Zhang Lang came before, Brother Wei once made a five-word love poem with the title of love, with your Zhang Lang's great talent, it is better to limit the subject matter to the love between men and women."

Ruan Yu sat down after speaking, but another sentence came out: "Brother Wei's poem has written a lot of scenery and utensils, and at the same time borrows his thoughts and emotions, which is wonderful." ”

This is putting pressure on Zhang Yu.

There are whisperers, and there are laughers.

"Seven words want to create a masterpiece, compared to five words is too difficult, five words are very easy, but seven words inevitably give people a mixed feeling."

"If he can have half the level of love poetry, he can do it."

"I obeyed him Ruan Yuanyu, the three of them were like-minded before, and as soon as he proposed it, they let them fight in the same room!"

However, Zhang Yu still had that outstanding expression, as if Mount Tai had collapsed in front of him and his color remained unchanged.

The title of this poem is "Jin Se".

Jin Se gratuitously fifty strings, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking. ”

When this poem was chanted here, Zhang Yu paused slightly, making a reflection, leaving time for these people to react.

And they did not live up to Zhang Yu's expectations-

Before the whole poem was finished, the hall was already full of vibrations!

First, the sound of the piano, which had disappeared for a long time, was raised, and this time, in addition to the melody still being beautiful and moving, the piano skills have also been greatly improved.

Among the musical instruments, the qin has three strings and five strings, and the zheng has thirteen strings, and the person who plays the qin seems to have really played the fifty strings.

It's a pity that silence is better than sound at this time, and Zhang Yu's poems make people have no time to take out their ears to appreciate the wonder of this qin music.

"Jinse, Jinse. It is written in the "Zhou Rite Musical Instrument Diagram" that Yaser has 23 strings, and Song Se has 25 strings, and those who are decorated with precious jade are called Bao Se, and those who are painted with brocade are called Jin Se. In this way, the beginning of this poem is incomparably beautiful! ”

"These fifty strings, one string and one column, are thinking about the beautiful Chinese years, which makes me Liang Cheng think of those wasted times and secretly regret it."

"He is not very old, but he is very emotional, which really makes me ashamed!"

"This is nothing, look at the second sentence, Zhuang Sheng dreams of butterflies, cuckoos cry blood, there are four allusions in the four sentences, but they are seamless, so it is better to sigh under the allusions!"

"The younger brother is only a shallow learner, Zhuang Sheng Mengdie knows, but what is going on with this Emperor Wang's spring heart?"

The young scribe asked lightly, only to hear Wang Cang on one side reply: "This Emperor Wang is the legendary monarch of Shu at the end of the Zhou Dynasty, named Du Yu. Later, the Zen position retreated, the unfortunate country died, the soul turned into a bird after death, the twilight spring cried bitterly, as for the bleeding in the mouth, its voice was sad and sad, touching the heart, named the cuckoo. ”

"I see, it's a pity!"

Wang Cang continued: "The beautiful Jinse, a song with strings, wake up from a dream tonight, and no longer sleep. The sense of loss and parting in this jumped into the heart of Cang, Brother Zhang was in seven words, and he was far away! ”

Xu Gan also added: "Jin Se is full of strings, mournful and complaining, among which the sadness and indignation, such as hearing the sad sound of the cuckoo, send the spring back." Zhang Lang only relied on this sentence to deserve the title of 'wonderful pen and strange feelings'. ”

"I have heard this 'beads have tears' in the next said, said that there is a mermaid clan outside the South China Sea, the water dwells like a fish, does not waste weaving, its eyes cry, then can produce pearls.

And you must all know that Baoyu has spirit, but up close but not, it is unattainable, it is really beautiful. Now listening to Zhang Lang put these two good examples that have not been involved in his poems before, I am afraid that it will become a good allusion again. ”

"Besides, the original meaning of the word Cang is green, Lantian is against Canghai, and the battle is neat, it can be seen that Zhang Yu does have real talent and real learning."

As the discussion intensified, it came to an abrupt end.

"That's not right."

"Why only three sentences?"

"Zhang Lang, but it's not done yet?"

"Quick, get that last sentence out quickly."

When the literati see a good sentence, it is like a drunkard smelling good wine, and he is impatient, where can he care about it.

Cai Yong looked at the young man in front of him, suppressed the emotions aroused by this poem in his heart, and only felt happy for him, but also sighed.

"Perhaps, he's right? Whether it is poetry or endowment, the style of poetry is just a vehicle, and the really good content, no matter what genre, will shine with a light that is difficult to hide!

If he can maintain a very high standard throughout his life, he may not be able to claim the title of Sect in Seven Words and bring this desolate realm to Tengyong.

At least the first three sentences of his seven-character poem "Jin Se" gave me hope. ”

"Zhang Lang," Cai Yong said, "I don't know what this last sentence is?" ”

Cai Yong has already thought of the words of commentary in his heart, and this poem can really be called the crown of the seven words he has heard. And he is also well-known in the literary world, so it is appropriate to take this opportunity to promote Zhang Yu.

The scribes held their breath and stared, the climax of the piano behind the curtain had arrived, and they only listened to Zhang Yudao-

"This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time."

The piano is like a broken string, and its sound stops!

The sound of inhalation, the color of surprise, and the feeling of pouring the river and the sea are surging in this hall.

The wine glass that Ruan Yu picked up fell to the ground, wetting his clothes and still not knowing.

Wang Cang and Xu Gan glanced at each other, and they both saw the admiration and surprise in each other's eyes.

Wang Tang, Liang Cheng and the others, thoughtfully, looked like they were in a different world.

"The heart is written, the craftsmanship is natural, and there is no pretense. Seven words are not inferior to five words from now on! ”

I don't know which scribe has been convinced by Zhang Yu, but his words have not been answered.

More people are still silent.

Suddenly, a person stood up from the seat and bowed deeply to Zhang Yu: "I, Liu Ti, am now thirty-three, and when I was established, I still didn't achieve anything, I couldn't save the country, I couldn't settle down, I didn't want to make progress to win fame, and I annoyed Weng's mother all day long." Then Ah Weng passed away, so that I woke up like a dream, and after three years of hard study, I finally became famous in Chang'an.

It's just that this sentiment becomes a memory, and I only hate that time! Ti, thank you Zhang Lang for the poem! ”

Liu Ti's words woke up a full audience of people in their dreams.

"I once fell in love with a woman in Zhangtai." A person who looked like a young master of a big clan said, "It's a pity that with the power of my Chen family, it is impossible to be with her." ”

Saying that, the young master surnamed Chen choked up a little, "When she knew that my family had arranged a marriage for me, in order not to embarrass me, she actually ...... It's a cantilever beam—"

He let out a sigh, "On her desk, there are letters for me. She said that if she is destined to not be able to accompany me in this life, then it will be stored in my heart and I will be satisfied...... Hui'er! ”

After listening to this poem, Wang Tang threw all the previous words out of the sky, "This sorrow of loss is because of nostalgia?" I'm afraid that when the love starts, I have already suffered from gains and losses...... the poem "Jin Se" has been one of the best in Wang's heart since then. ”

Ruan Yu showed such a solemn look for the first time, and he saluted Zhang Yu with a wine bottle: "If you are rude before, I hope that Zhang Lang will include it." As soon as "Jin Se" came out, the poems of the first half of Yu's life were all wasteland.

There is your talent in the literary world, and the seven words should be prosperous. With the level of this poem, there is no need for more, ten poems are enough. ”

However.

"Cai Zhonglang!"

On his slightly old face, there were two lines of cloudy tears.

Just like the pearl in the eyes of the merman, soaked in the long wind and frost of the world.