The first update

Yu Zhongshan, the old owner of the autumn water, heard that some literati were chanting poems on the top floor, and he couldn't suppress his curiosity and left the account room and walked in the direction of the top floor to see what was going on. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 When I walked to the second floor, I saw that the literati who were originally sitting on the Accord had moved one after another, and went up one floor to inscribe poems on the white wall. He felt a little strange, stretched out his hand to stop someone, and asked kindly, "This son, why did everyone go upstairs?" Could it be that there are some great talents in Hangzhou who write poems on it? ”

The scholar who was stopped on the road saw that it was the shopkeeper of Qiushui, and he was not angry, but patiently explained to him, "Ahem, I just heard that someone mentioned a poem upstairs, the atmosphere is elegant, and the writing is brilliant. Hey, don't talk about it, otherwise you won't be able to grab a good position later. ”

After speaking, the scholar carried his clothes in both hands and walked upstairs with small steps.

After listening to the other party's story, Yu Zhongshan was even more curious about what kind of unfathomable poet came to the store, and why no one informed him. With a state of anticipation, he followed the others up to the top floor of the autumn water, and sure enough, a group of scholars had formed a circle in front of the white wall, pointing their fingers at a square inch on the wall.

There were too many people who came to see the excitement, and he couldn't squeeze in, he could only see the back of his head in black pressure, and heard the people in front of him whispering poetry.

"I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the dust."

The last two sentences are not bland, to the point that they are not too amazing. Just like a middle-aged man who is not confused, after seeing all the conditions in the world and the heat and coldness of human feelings, he emits an open-minded emotion, and a heavy sense of heritage flows out from the tip of the pen, without the charm of being sad for new words. It's a pity that the former Tang Dynasty poet Wei Suzhou has concisely refined this sentence to the point of refinement, and Chen Zhongqing's pen is just standing on the shoulders of the giants of poetry in the former dynasty, and the poems he wrote did not have too wonderful breakthroughs.

Yu Zhongshan frowned, these two sentences were decent, and there was not much improvement.

The next two lines of poetry take a sharp turn.

"Pour out the rivers and seas, and give the world a drink."

As soon as the next two sentences came out, they were shocked.

At a glance, the mind and spirit of the mountains are small, compared with the mediocrity at the beginning of the last two sentences, like a stroke of genius, like a thunderbolt galloping thousands of horses, smashing on everyone's chest. In an instant, the original simple and unpretentious verses opened up the Mahayana realm after these two sentences, and the sea of clouds in all directions was rolled into the mountains and peaks, and the yellow cranes cried.

There is no word to describe the scene, but it makes people spontaneously give birth to the celestial realm of immortals resisting the wind and stepping on the clouds.

Looking back in shock, three feet from the sky.

Atmospheric.

"Good poetry, good poetry."

Yu Zhongshan was overjoyed, he also studied poetry when he was a child, the realm has a share of 369 and so on, the best Yellow River is far above the white clouds or the starry plains and the broad river into the open-minded realm of the great wilderness, such as the hand can pick the stars, and the heavenly people sit and talk.

It's lonely and cold.

This wall has been erected for many years, and it is the first time that we have waited for such wonderful two sentences.

"I have a pot of wine, enough to soothe the dust. Pour out the rivers and seas, and give drinks to the people of the world. Atmospheric, when the floating white. Which scholar wrote like a god, and the broad mind and atmosphere of a generation of poets in the Tang Dynasty were all written in these two short lines of poetry. Who said that there was no poetry after the former Tang Dynasty, I don't think it maybe! ”

Someone took the lead in erupting with heartfelt admiration, followed by exclamations and words of praise, around the young man standing in front of the poem, the handwriting has not completely dried up, but it is destined to become the same as the previous Sandingjia, and quickly spread in the reputation of Hangzhou city scholars.

Chen Zhongqing stood up, turned his head to look at Wei Xianyu, and handed him the wolf. said respectfully, "The little brother is not talented, and the little one is ugly." Now it's the turn of Brother Xian to write. ”

Wei Xianyu still has the mood to write at this time, Chen Zhongqing's poem has already cut off his back road, even if he is allowed to sit here and think about a thousand sentences, ten thousand sentences, he can't write such a mind and courage. In the end, I could only obediently put down the pen and stop talking.

Chen Zhongqing stared at him with fiery eyes, and said word by word, "Brother Xianyu, why don't you use your pen?" Fang Cai didn't say that he wanted to write a poem, so that Chen Zhongqing, who was the first in the garden poetry club, did not dare to write an inscription. Brother Cao, I am ugly, just waiting for Brother Wei to put the icing on the cake, blocking people with nothing to say. ”

Chen Zhongqing's voice was not loud, but everyone present heard it clearly. The more he is raised, the more Wei Xianyu will be unable to get off the stage. More than a dozen pairs of eyes in the back were staring at him.

Yu Zhongshan stood on tiptoe, trying to see who was standing in front of the wall in the background of the jade tree in the wind. He always felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it on the night of the poetry party in the garden, but he couldn't remember who it was for a while.

"Brother Cao, you are deliberately embarrassing under the embarrassment." Wei Xianyu whispered, "Your poem is already in the front, and I am a wooden tree behind, how dare I compete with your sun and moon." ”

He pulled down his face, pulled down Chen Zhongqing's sleeve, and whispered, "Otherwise, forget it, your poem has already won the applause of the house, and no matter how ugly I am, it is just icing on the cake for you, why be aggressive?" ”

Chen Zhongqing smiled stupidly, and he didn't embarrass the other party, because the judgment had already been made after winning or losing, "Okay, since Brother Wei is unwilling to teach, I won't be reluctant to embarrass him." ”

waved his hand and said to the onlookers, "I'm sorry, let me go, it's nothing to look at, it's just a poem." ”

It's just one word.

Qin Danqing was about to hurt with a smile, I don't know if Wang Zhilian wrote that he wanted to be poor and wanted to go to the next level, if he also said with such an expression indifferently, but that's it.

The other scholars had strange expressions and watched Chen Zhongqing leave from the side. Only the boss of Qiushui has sharp eyes, and at first glance, he can see that he is Chen Zhongqing, who won the Sanding Armor that night.

He also made a loud announcement, called the shopkeeper over, gave a few instructions, and told him that Chen Zhongqing's table was free of charge.

Qin Danqing watched Chen Zhongqing throw off a group of self-ashamed scholars and walk towards him, and immediately said with a wicked smile, "It seems that you have blocked all the mouths of that group of people." I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the wind and dust, Brother Zhongqing is not dewy, I am afraid that no one will dare to criticize you on the street from now on, who knows which peddler pawn will come on, so he suddenly chanted a few shocking words. ”

Chen Zhongqing didn't reply to him, but asked inexplicably, "Have you settled the bill?" ”

"Huh? The second child of the shop said that our table is free of charge. Qin Danqing said with a wicked smile, "It seems that in the future, with the great talent, I can save a sum of money for meals." ”

"Let's go."

Chen Zhongqing said directly, "The movement is too big, I'm afraid someone will recognize the identity." Brother Danqing, wait for the lower circle to come up and ask for advice before leaving, but it's too late. ”

The few words he was most afraid of hearing were asking for advice, and most of these literati wrote some pretentious or disease-free moaning poems, and there was really nothing to teach.

The two quietly slipped out before the others came back to their senses, and Yu Zhongshan originally wanted to stop the other party to say a few words, but seeing that Fang Se was in a hurry, he was embarrassed to stop them, so he could only let them leave.

When the onlookers came back to their senses, they found that the poem had not been named, and by the time they turned around to find Chen Zhongqing's back, they had already fled.

only left a background of a masterful style, and that energetic five-character poem.

I'm afraid that from now on, no one will dare to write in this building.

The onlookers gradually dispersed, Yu Zhongshan also realized that there was no drama to watch, and was about to go back to the counter, at this time, he happened to pass by Wei Xianyu's side, and heard him muttering to himself, "Brother Cao is really a talented person, if Chen Zhongqing of the Garden Poetry Club meets him, I'm afraid he won't even be able to take down the Sanding Armor." ”

"Brother Cao?"

Yu Zhongshan stopped and said to the people around him, "This little brother, don't you know that the one who just wrote the poem is Chen Zhongqing, who stopped Sanding Jia from the Garden Poetry Club?" ”