The masters on the stage were secretly frightened by Liu Hongyan's beauty,

There is such a beautiful woman in the world,

When Nan Zhuyu was stunned in the VIP seat, he looked at Liu Hongyan with an obsessive face, if Young Master Zhang didn't fall asleep, he would definitely laugh at Nan Zhuyu's dementia, maybe it was worse than Nan Zhuyu, at least Young Master Nan didn't drool when he was looking at the beauty,

The talents in the audience also looked at Liu Hongyan stupidly, not daring to make a trace of noise, for fear that one of their shouts would disrupt the inspiration of the beautiful woman's poetry.

"The little woman Liu Hongyan greets all the masters," Liu Hongyan is full of blessings,

"You are Liu Hongyan, one of the four talented women in Hangzhou," asked Master Xuezheng Gu.

"The four talented women in Hangzhou are just the title of Hongyan indiscriminately, and Hongyan knows that she is very talented," Liu Hongyan said without humility,

Unrestrained but not arrogant, he nodded with satisfaction, "Start your poems!" ”

Liu Hongyan was another blessing, and came to the stage and chanted in her melodious voice like a yellow bird out of the valley: "Qihuai"

"Qi" originally meant "patterned silk fabric", and later extended to "beautiful", and "Qihuai" is a beautiful feeling.

What is the significance of Liu Hongyan's title of "Qihuai"?

His goddess Sichun is in the spring, and the talented people in the audience began to panic, and they all thought about it.

Liu Hongyan didn't know what the talents in the audience thought, and still chanted his poems very emotionally,

"A few times the flowers sat down and the, and the silver man red wall looked into the distance. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info It seems that this star is not last night, for whom the wind is exposed to the middle of the night. Lingering thoughts and pulling out the cocoon, like a sad heart peeling banana. In March and May of three or five years, the poor glass of wine never went away. ”

"It's like this star is not last night, for whom the wind is showing up for midnight." Although the talents are uncomfortable, they have to admire Liu Hongyan's poetic talent.

Such a wonderful sentence can only be made by people like Liu Hongyan,

This song "Qi Huai" successfully expresses that this beautiful feeling comes from a kind of despair of love lost and nowhere to be found, so it is even more poignant and moving.

"The most beautiful poems are also the most desperate poems, and some immortal chapters are pure tears." The academic and political situation was also brought into the emotion by Liu Hongyan's poems,

Liu Hongyan sang this song "Qihuai" and announced the end of the proposition of "lovesickness".

"Look, four horses, four horses,"

I don't know who shouted in the audience, and suddenly the talents in the audience were boiling,

Yu Yuanbu glanced at Shangguan Qian'er in shock and said, "Another lady of the sky!" ”

Shangguan Qian'er looked at Liu Hongyan on the stage, her eyes were full of approval,

Liu Hongyan takes "flower" as the next proposition,

On the VIP seat, the sandalwood on the desk curls, and the time passes minute by minute.

After a stick of incense, it's time to grab the poetry seat,

The atmosphere in the painting boat was also shrouded in tension, and the spectators of the major families in the VIP seats were staring at the talents on the stage, because the time for the competition for the poet was coming......

"Smell the plum blossoms and the wind, and the snowdrifts are all over the four mountains......"

"How many green lotuses in the sunset. I know who is hating and turning his back on the west wind,"

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After chanting dozens of songs, finally ended Liu Hongyan's proposition of "flowers" with a poem by Gongsun Leng, who had not yet recited poetry among the four talents in Hangzhou.

"One of the four talented sons of Hangzhou, Gongsun Leng Erma's poem "Pear Blossom Falling", the breeze blows the pear blossom snow, shattering the pond moon. Walking alone, Yulu quietly wets the young heart. At this time, I still remember the rain in Bashan, and the sachet is allowed in the middle of the night. A spring dream chased pear clouds, and secretly asked Luo Ying how to endure the soul? ……”

The time of a stick of incense passed quickly,

As the voice of the Pegasus Knight faded away, the audition ended,

Bai Yaowen, one of the four talents in Hangzhou, was the first to grab the poetry seat, followed by Liu Hongyan of the Four Horses......

There were a total of twenty poets, a total of seventeen people chanted horse running poems, and there were no one sitting on the remaining three poetry seats.

The talents who knew that their talents were shallow, saw that the four talents in Hangzhou were afraid and did not dare to compete for the poetry seat on the stage.

A total of 18 people on the poetry table, according to the answering system, there are four masters on the stage to answer the question, there are 18 talents on the poetry table to answer, the shortest time, the best artistic conception of the poem wins, that is, the so-called competition for poetry,

If you can compete for the talent of the poet at the West Lake Poetry Meeting, everyone will run to tell each other that Hangzhou City is famous, businessmen are good, literati are famous, and fame is even more important than life for scholars with proud bones.

"Each proposition is limited to the hourglass of the copper kettle, and the hourglass will flow for about a quarter of an hour, since the eighteen talents are ready, there will be the first question from the master of Beiwentang of Xiahou Middle Academy!" Gu said,

"Yes, Lord Xuezheng," Beiwentang first bowed to Lord Xuezheng,

Then he said: ""Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the plumbing duck in the spring river." "Spring is coming, and there is nothing more beautiful than getting lost in the flowers. The peach is dying, scorching its glory. The son is home, and it is appropriate for him to live in his room. The peach blossoms are in full bloom, like a fairyland on earth, the first topic of this year's West Lake Poetry Club to compete for the poetry is to sing the peach blossoms, the poems are not limited, and all the talented women can play to their heart's content. ”

Beiwentang said, the Confucian who was the loser timed the timer and poured the copper kettle hourglass upside down,

The proposition "Peach Blossom", the eighteen talents on the poetry table began to think hard, and the talents in the audience also held their breath, for fear of disturbing the inspiration of the eighteen talents on the stage.

"There it is!"

"Smack~~"

With the sound of the folding fan hitting his palm, Bai Yaowen was the first to stand up,

is worthy of being the head of the four talents in Hangzhou, and his talent is so agile, the five judges nodded with satisfaction to Bai Yaowen,

Before he recited the poem, he was already full of good feelings for Bai Yaowen, this is the charm of the name, if a ragged beggar is the first to stand up and say that he has a poem to sing, I am afraid that the talented man and the master who are doing it will definitely think that this beggar is sick and talking nonsense, and he will be mocked before he recites the poem.

"Peach Blossom" peach blossoms are shallow and deep, like even deep and light makeup. The spring breeze helps the intestines to break and blows off the white clothes. Bai Yaowen chanted this poem with emotion, and there were already talented people in the audience who recorded this poem with pen and ink.

"Good poetry!"

The talented people in the audience cheered in unison, especially the girls who loved Bai Yaowen, and they were even more excited.

"Bai Gongzi is a good poet, and if he can improvise poetry at such a level, he is expected to become famous in the future!" Beiwentang couldn't help but sigh in admiration,

Bai Yaowen got a full house, and his heart couldn't help but be proud, but his eyes fell on Li Furong, who was not far from him, and his admiration could be seen at a glance,

Li Furong's face was blank, without any expression, I don't know what she was thinking in her heart,

Now that the battle for poetry has begun, the next step is naturally to have a dragon and tiger fight.

grabbed the first position and took the lead, but those who did not grab the first position have more time to think.

If the first poem is not occupied, then you have to work on the content,

The West Lake Poetry Club is only once a year, and all the talented people have made sufficient preparations in order to prepare for this poetry meeting.

Next, Li Furong's "Peach Blossom Fragrance" is also closely related to the proposition of "peach blossoms".

The willows are thousands of colors, and the peach blossoms are fragrant. The wind blows into the curtain, only the smell of clothes.

Li Furong first used willow to express the arrival of spring, and then described the charm of the peach blossom garden in this colorful and splendid spring.

Master Beiwentang gave a comment, thinking that there is a full atmosphere,

Liu Hongyan's "Peach Red" is also very picturesque, and Ding Xuan's master commented on "the pen to the scene".

It is as quiet as the moon, and the cold is not chasing the wind. The peach blossoms shine on the ground, and they are finally laughed at the demon red.

Bai Yuchan's "Looking at Peach Blossoms" is a little worse, and the talented Li Qunyu bluntly said that this poem has traces of imitating the Hangzhou genius Bai Yaowen......

Next, the talents on the other poetry seats also walked to the stage one by one to show their talents, many of which had wonderful sentences, but on the poetry seat, Bai Yaowen's "Peach Blossom" just now was still there......

This means that among the five judges' appreciation, there is no poem that surpasses "Peach Blossom".

However, next to the "Peach Blossom" poem scroll, there are several other poems, but they are on a par with Bai Yaowen's "Peach Blossom", and it is difficult to distinguish between the poems, including Li Furong's "Peach Blossom Fragrance" and Liu Hongyan's "Peach Red......

According to the rules of the poetry club, it is difficult to distinguish between poems, and whoever takes the first place is the leader of the proposition of the poetry club.

There are a total of four propositions, and some talented people who are self-confident are not in a hurry.

As expected, other talents lost the opportunity, and the leader of this proposition is Bai Yaowen Bai Gongzi, a genius in Hangzhou.

The hourglass of the copper kettle also announced the end of the first proposition, in which eight talented people did not make poems and were brushed down.