The first update

(There is a gap of 24 years between the year of Ding You and the year of this article, and it is not logical to use Ding You, so it is modified to Ding Chou, which has been revised before)

The sound of silk and bamboo is leisurely, and the plucking of the strings is in stark contrast to the silence of the banquet. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Occasionally, curious geisha poked their heads out and looked down the hall, and saw the scholars getting up and moving towards a young man who had not yet completely faded. Although the clothes are not as luxurious as the rich sons with brocade hats, mink furs, waist jade rings and sachets, there is a talent and temperament that is difficult to hide.

"The autumn of Ding Chou, July is looking forward to ...... I thought there was something amazing at the beginning, but I didn't expect it to be just mediocre words, hehe, in this way, it seems that the lyrics of "Six Orders" are just ghostwriting. ”

Although Su Zizhan's voice was not loud, the people around him could hear it clearly, and they couldn't help but glance at Chen Zhongqing, who was burying his head and waving a wolf's hair, and muttered in his heart, is this mysterious scholar in front of him not worthy of his name, or is Puyu just appearing?

Chen Zhongqing ignored Su Zizhan's malicious slander, and just sprinkled thick ink on rice paper as usual, and was bound to write that poem that was amazing.

The banquet hall was already audible and silent.

Hong Qingqi and Xie Xuanzhen didn't come up as curiously as others, they just stared at the poem tightly, and it was not the point that Chen Zhongqing stole the dazzling limelight, the focus was on the anticipation of this poetry meeting, which was related to another competition of talented and beautiful women in the two Zhejiang and five states.

People who practice martial arts want to be the first in the world of martial arts criticism, and literati are no exception. Although the Southern Jin Dynasty is not as broad as the literati of the former Tang Dynasty, the scholars always have such a vigorous and indomitable backbone.

Xie Xuanzhen smiled at the corner of his mouth, he and Su Zizhan have the same opinion, the head is equivalent to the eye, and it can't be started with a stunning talent, and then it will be limited by the structural framework, and the artistic conception often cannot reach the realm of the unity of heaven and man.

But from the next few sentences, he couldn't laugh anymore.

"The moon rises above the eastern mountains, hovering among the bullfights. The white dew crosses the river, and the water shines to the sky. As far as a reed is, Ling Wanqing is at a loss. The vastness is like Feng Xuan resisting the wind, and he doesn't know where it stops; fluttering like a legacy of independence, feathering and ascending to immortals. ”

The vastness is like Feng Xu's wind, and he doesn't know where it stops.

fluttering like a legacy of independence, feathering and ascending to immortals.

The smile on the corner of Xie Xuanzhen's mouth froze, he grabbed his shirt tightly, and the moment he raised his head, he met Su Zizhan's eyes. This old friend who resigned from everyone couldn't laugh anymore.

The scholars present erupted into a whisper, compared to the mediocre beginning at the previous end, this place turned into an ethereal realm, and the onlookers frowned, already feeling the majestic realm of this poem. Some people squeezed a few steps forward, eager to see what else to come.

The city of Hangzhou, which is full of lights, is like water tonight, shining on the bricks and tiles of the eaves and cliffs, which is particularly gentle.

“…… In addition, I and Zi Yuqiao are on the Jiangzhu, and the fish and shrimp are friends with elk, driving a flat boat with a leaf, and they are respectful of each other. Parasitic mayflies in the heavens and the earth, a millet in the sea. Mourn the moments of my life, and envy the infinity of the Yangtze River. Fly the fairy to swim, hold the bright moon and end long. I don't know it suddenly, and I will leave it in the sad wind. ”

As soon as these words came out, Hong Qingqi and Xie Xuanzhen looked at each other, there was no long description of the scene, just the finishing touch between one or two sentences, and the atmospheric and ethereal realm had already been outlined.

Hong Qingqi picked up the wine glass, looked out the window, and just saw the moon like an eyebrow, hanging bent in the sky.

The pearl ten days of the wine banquet are full of laughter, and the moon outside the window is as cold as a hook. The cold that is unbearable in the heights melts into the bright moon of the wine bottle, and it is drunk down.

Su Zizhan's face was pale, he no longer had the arrogance of his previous arrogance, and when he saw the flying immortal to swim and hold the bright moon for a long time, he finally hibernated and collapsed. In front of him and Chen Zhongqing, who was silent in front of him, there was about a gap of 108,000 miles.

Zhong Qing said: "Ke also knows the water and the moon? The deceased is like this, but he has not tasted the past; Those who are surplus and void are like them, and those who die are not long. The cover will be viewed from the one who has changed, and the heavens and the earth will not be able to take a moment; From the point of view of the unchanging, the thing and I are endless, and how to envy! And between heaven and earth, everything has its own owner, and it is not mine, although I can't take anything. But the breeze on the river, and the bright moon in the mountains, the sound of the ear, the color of the eye, the inexhaustible, is the endless hiding of the Creator, and I am suitable for the Son. ”

When writing this, Hong Qingqi silently put down the pen in his hand, put away the poems on the table, put them at his feet, and listened to them recite the words. Hong Qingqi has withdrawn from the competition for this garden word meeting, and no matter how hard he racks his brains, he cannot be Chen Zhongqing's opponent.

Collect words, lose words.

After Li Lanting listened to the chatter of the onlookers, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, patted the shoulder of his old friend next to him, and whispered, "Brother Zhang, it seems that we have all been put in reverse by Zhong Qing. I have written "Wanghai Tide" before, and I have already written "Huanxi Sha" is already talented, but now it seems that Zhong Qing has reservations...... This "Red Cliff Fu" ...... Hehe, I'm afraid that Zi Zhan was deliberately calculated by him......"

Zhang Xun also nodded, and said with emotion, "Li Taibai's poems and clear wind and bright moon don't need to be bought with a penny, and now looking at this endowment, it is not inferior to Taibai's poems, and his talent is heroic, and even the princes of the Han and Tang dynasties are unreachable." This endowment is generous...... I'm afraid that today, the winner has been decided. ”

After the last stroke fell, Chen Zhongqing took a deep breath and slowly put the wolf aside. Except for the plucking of the pipa strings downstairs, only the breathing of everyone was left at the banquet.

The pen fell into a storm, and the poem became a weeping ghost and god.

Li Ruyan bit her lower lip, she never believed that people's talents could reach such a height, but today in this garden meeting, she finally saw that what is called talent is worthless.

He is more like the pride of the sky, with enviable words, but he doesn't care about squandering.

Poetry and songs are spiritual.

After writing "Red Cliff Fu", Chen Zhongqing raised his head and looked at Su Zizhan who was standing in front of him, his tone was very humble, as if he didn't care about the previous offense, he stretched out his hand to make a gesture of please, and said with a smile, "Please ask Brother Zizhan for advice." ”

Su Zizhan had nothing to say.

Just when everyone thought that Chen Zhongqing was the deserved leader of the Garden Poetry Club, Huang Yinjian, who was watching the show with cold eyes, stood up at this time and said coldly, "Brother Zhongqing, what a bold man, do you really think that I can't see plagiarizing other people's poems?" ”

Huang Yinjian's words made everyone turn their attention to Chen Zhongqing.

However, he still smiled kindly, and asked without annoyance, "Oh? Why? ”

Huang Yinjian waited for the other party to say this, so he opened his mouth and memorized all the "Red Cliff Fu" written by Chen Zhongqing word for word. He has had the ability to memorize poems since he was a child, and it is a piece of cake for Chen Zhongqing's poems.

The scene became extremely awkward, and everyone else was waiting for Chen Zhongqing to refute and explain. A stain of plagiarism may be a lifetime of disrepute.

After reciting "Red Cliff Fu", he stared at Chen Zhongqing tightly, although his resignation was not as good as that of a great talent, but he was sure that he was still a winner.

"Brother Zhongqing, do you have anything else to say?"

The atmosphere became a little awkward, Zhang Xun approached Li Lanting, covered his mouth with his hand and asked in a low voice, "Brother Lanting, how is this good?" ”

Li Lanting glared at him and asked rhetorically, "What do I know?" If it is really plagiarized, there is nothing to say. If it is deliberately difficult for this group of scholars, it depends on how Zhong Qing refutes it. Don't worry, Brother Lanting, with Zhongqing's talent, these scholars want to stump him, and there is still a little pressure. ”

Everyone else has the attitude of watching the fire from the other side, and the vast majority of people are biased towards Huang Yinjian's side, if an unknown outsider takes away the title of Hangzhou's first poetry, they will not accept it after all.

is jealous, even if it is not plagiarism, they have to crusade with one voice. The party is the same and the literati are light, and the original relaxed atmosphere of the garden poetry will be smeared with a layer of tension.

"That's right, when Brother Yin Jian said this, I remembered that I had read this poem before."

"Piao Piao is like being independent in the world, so speaking of it, this song seems to have been seen in the real world."

"I wanted to say at the time, how could such an elegant style of writing be written by an unknown person......"

Doubts rose and fell around each other, pointing the finger at Chen Zhongqing, as if they were about to sweep him away.

Qin Danqing, who came with him and was sitting in the corner, couldn't help but look nervous. He wanted to stand up and protest, but in the face of a group of people in a turbulent situation, people spoke lightly.

Only Chen Zhongqing, who was standing on the cusp of the storm, was unmoved, he just asked the other party calmly, "Oh? Is it? Since everyone here is so sure that it is plagiarism, then you must know that at the end of this Chibi Fu, there is also a poem Fu? In this case, write this poem, as you think, if you write it, I will lose. ”

Huang Yinjian was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to speak.

The people around him were just as stunned as he was.

No one could remember what the poem was called. The atmosphere present became a little awkward, and the people who denounced him just now were silent, including Huang Yinjian.

"Don't be in a hurry to make conclusions, there is still a song "Nian Nujiao Chibi Nostalgia" that has not been written."

With a wave of his big hand, the sleeves of the green shirt fluttered like the wind, and Chen Zhongqing said in a deep voice, "The pen and ink are waiting." ”