The two muttered on the side, Wang Yuan listened to all these words in his ears, and the surprise in his heart was indescribable. First, I didn't expect that Du Fu was among the scribes who participated in the poetry meeting, and second, I didn't expect that Du Fu, who was respected as a poet saint in later generations, was still an unknown person at the moment, or just a little famous, not the identity of the poet and literary master of the world.

And when he thought that he was going to fight poetry with Du Fu for a while, Wang Yuan didn't know what to feel in his heart; In the face of the future poet, although there is a lot of pressure, it is impossible to make concessions, and I need this opportunity just like Du Fu.

Yan Zhenqing said a few things in one, two, three and four, which are nothing more than rules and some things that must be explained in advance so as not to cause controversy. The sound of the bell rang again, that is, Yan Zhenqing had finished explaining all the things that should be explained, and the sound of the bronze bell was to summon the talents of the two sides to participate in the poetry meeting to compete on the same stage on the pavilion in the middle. Wang Yuan stood up, straightened his clothes, shoes and hats, and slowly walked down the pavilion steps with Liu Xunzhi, Liang Sigui and the other scribes of the Zuo Xiangfu.

Li Shizhi's voice behind him came in a deep voice: "Everyone, my honor and disgrace and face depend on you, who can win the championship today, not only can he become famous in the capital, but he will also give him unimaginable rewards and futures." ”

The people who participated in the poetry meeting arrived in the big pavilion in the middle one after another, and the first thing they did when they entered the pavilion was to bow to the poets and masters on the chairs, and report their names one by one.

Wang Yuan naturally paid special attention to who Du Fu was, and when he heard Du Fu report his name and place of origin, Wang Yuan hurriedly took a closer look at the person's appearance, and what he saw was a middle-aged man in his thirties with a thin body, messy hair, and a haggard face who was bowing respectfully to the gentlemen on the seat. Du Fu was wearing a simple washed white cloth robe, although his face was full of wind and dust, but his expression was calm and calm.

It was Song Nan's turn to step forward and salute. Wang Yuan bowed respectfully, and said: "Junior Wang Yuan, a native of Yong'an Fang, Chang'an County." ”

Several people in front of him sat up slightly straight, and their eyes were fixed on Wang Yuan, and Gao Shi, who was on the left, frowned and said, "You are Wang Yuan who wrote the plum blossom poem and the human-faced peach blossom poem?" ”

Wang Yuan said respectfully: "Clumsy and vulgar, let the seniors laugh." ”

Wang Wei kept looking at Wang Yuan with a pair of lowered eyes, and finally said slowly before Wang Yuan got up and retreated: "Those are two very good poems, at least they can be called the most beautiful works in the past year." You're going to have to work harder today. ”

Wang Yuan gave another salute, walked slowly, and under the guidance of a servant girl, found his place after the third row was a few years old, and sat down gently.

Everyone was seated, Yan Zhenqing stood up again, came to Wang Wei's seat and bowed down and whispered a few words, Wang Wei nodded slightly, slowly stood up and said: "Talents, thanks to the two prime ministers, please be one of the judges of today's Pear Blossom Poetry Club, Lao Yu is very honored." In the past few years, the old and decrepit half-officials have been hidden on Zhongnan Mountain, and they rarely live in the capital, so they don't know that the new branches of Chang'an's poetry circle are emerging and talents, and they are very happy to have so many backward junyan come out at once. ”

Wang Wei has been in a state of semi-seclusion since the twenty-third of the Kaiyuan Dynasty, and the place of seclusion is in the Zhongnan Mountain in the southwest of Chang'an, although he rarely appears in Chang'an City, but because of this, his fame is greater, and the landscape poems he writes are more and more perfect.

"The day before yesterday, Brother Gao Shi and Brother Changling went to the old and decrepit cottage in Zhongnan Mountain to get together, and talked about the recent emergence of new stars in the poetry circle in Chang'an City, as well as several popular works, and the old man was very happy to read it. I am the most literary talent in the Tang Dynasty, from the saint to the common people, all love poetry, the elderly to three-year-old children, all of them are proud of dancing and writing. The poetry of the Tang Dynasty is the essence of our Tang Dynasty that distinguishes it from the previous dynasty, and we all have the responsibility to carry forward the future generations, how can we sit back and watch its decline. In view of this, the old man agreed to come here to participate in the poetry meeting, regardless of the level of winning or losing, regardless of the status of the poet, I just hope that my Chang'an poetry circle will produce new things, and then there will be a masterpiece born, so that the old man can feel that it is worth it. ”

Everyone spontaneously applauded, Wang Wei's words were obviously different from the height, standing in the position of a poetry predecessor to participate in this poetry meeting, in order to promote the future and carry forward the quintessence of the Tang Dynasty, this is a kind of poetry champion beyond the poetry itself An attitude, compared to simply judging the quality of the poetry I don't know how much. Moreover, in his words, he also faintly criticized the two Xiangguo for fighting for power in the field of poetry and literature, but they were hidden in Zhongnan Mountain for a long time, and Wang Wei's way of speaking became extremely obscure, which is a common problem among hermits.

"Since the judges want Lao Yu to come up with a poem for all the talented people present, Lao Yu will not refuse. Just now I saw an old man, some things about the old man and her when he was a teenager have also been spread, everyone knows that Xu Sixteen Niang did have a fate with the old man back then, I know that many people here want to know what happened between me and Sixteen Niang, if you are an old man, you will also be interested in such a topic, do you say that the old man said? ”

Some people laughed, of course, celebrity gossip attracted attention, which was the same in ancient and modern times, and people in the Tang Dynasty were just as interested in gossip.

Wang Wei also smiled and said: "But in the public, how can I come out with such a thing, if I really want to know, I can come to the old grass house of Zhongnan Mountain, and the old man can satisfy his heart of inquiry in private." ”

Everyone laughed again, Wang Yuan also felt that this Wang Wei was a little cute and open-minded, and he could joke about his past, there were not many people with status like him.

"The old man is just a little embarrassed today, when Sixteen Niang appeared just now, I didn't dare to look at her, not because she was ruthless, but I couldn't bear to see her full of gray hair, I have my own Sixteen Niang in my mind, so I don't dare to look at the aging Sixteen Niang. Looking back, decades have passed, and before you know it, she and I are both dying. Sixteen Niang's clear voice is still the same, but her head is full of gorgeous hair, and the old man is also bald and drowsy, which has to make people full of melancholy and thousands of thoughts. ”

Everyone in the audience was silent, and some people sighed repeatedly, obviously touched by Wang Wei's words.

Wang Wei stretched his brows and smiled: "Although these things are depressing to say, they are excellent poetry topics, and the old man's intention is to use this as the topic. I suddenly remembered an old work, which was a poem given to her when I traveled to the south with Xu Sixteen Niang, hmm...... has not yet been made public, you might as well record it today, one is to see off Sixteen Niang again, and the other is to throw bricks and lead jade, as the beginning of the Pear Blossom Poetry Club? ”

Everyone applauded, and Wang Weiken cheered at the poetry meeting, obviously giving enough face to everyone present today. Everyone knows that Wang Wei is a quiet person and never sells poetry in officialdom gatherings, let alone a poem that he gave to his lover when he was a teenager and did not want to make it public.

Yan Zhenqing immediately got up and personally dripped water and ink, Wang Changling laid a blank paper for Wang Wei, Wang Wei dipped the pen in ink, thought for a while, brushed the brush, and wrote in an instant.

Wang Changling and Yan Zhenqing, who were standing on the side, looked at the poems of Moji Sensen like clay sculptures, and were speechless for a long time.

"Yan Yushi, read it out quickly and give me an appreciation." Li Yong stood up and shouted.

Yan Zhenqing came back to her senses at this time, gently held up the poem paper and read: "I heard that Xu Sixteen Niang traveled to the south, and recorded the old sentence as a send-off when she was a teenager, and the poem name: red beans." ”

"Red beans are born in the south, a few branches are sent in spring, may you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick."

Yan Zhenqing's voice fell, and the applause in the audience was thunderous, and everyone was dumbfounded. Although the poems are simple, they are full of affection between the lines, elegant and wonderful writing, gentle and moving. The poetic combination of Wang Wei and Xu Liuniang's unbroken love relationship is even more reverie and evocative.

"Wang Maha's poems have entered the realm of transformation, and my generation is beyond the reach of the dust." Gao Shi's exclamation represents all the voices of everyone present, and with this incident as the opening, this pear blossom poetry will suddenly rise to a higher level.

Wang Wei smiled and said: "The old man is clumsy, today is the time for all the talented people to show their poetic talents, the old man is just throwing bricks and attracting jade, the poem title has been out, please show your poetic talents, five words and seven laws of music are chosen by you, but if you can get the situation, you can reach the hearts of the people." ”

Wang Wei turned around and sat down, everyone couldn't calm down, and they whispered in a low voice, and the scene was very noisy. The opening of Wang Wei's poem ignited the enthusiasm in everyone's hearts, and with Zhuyu in front, it stimulated everyone's talent and energy, and suddenly brought the poetry club to the right path.

Originally, when Wang Wei wanted to use this kind of scene of a teenager parting and getting together as a poem title, many people still felt very embarrassed, because after all, they were not old enough to understand the artistic conception of this kind of poem. But Wang Wei gave the best example, it turns out that this poem contains a wide range of poems, and is not confined to one kind of scene, writing about parting, writing about reunion, writing about lovesickness, writing about the passage of time, and old age, in fact, it is a very free poetry topic. There is no need to write sad and sad, and you can even write as gentle and indifferent as the red bean poem just now, but with deep affection.

Li Shizhi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and felt a little ashamed in his heart, originally he also thought that this kind of topic was extremely unfair to a young person like Wang Yuan, but now it seems that Wang Wei is Wang Wei, he will naturally take this into account, such a poem title is not so much a poem title, but actually an extremely open and free topic, which is exactly what Li Shizhi expected.

The title of the poem has been released, the bronze bell has struck three times, and the timer has begun. According to the rules of the poetry club, each poem is limited to two pillars of incense, and when the two pillars of incense are burned, you need to hand in the poetry paper.

When conceiving, you can leave your seat, and a group of poets of all ages or sit and stare at each other, or frown by the railing, or lean on the side of the rockery and green bamboo, or look up at the blue sky and white clouds, each pondering the poem, and from time to time the sound of self-muttering and chanting comes out of the mouth. There are people who suddenly get good sentences will rush to the pavilion like a nervous person, and write poems like flying. Some wrote verses and then erased them, shaking their heads and sighing.