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, among which there were eight talented people who did not make poems, and were brushed down, and the eight talented people left the poetry seat in frustration, and continued to watch in the audience hoping to learn from the poems of the talents on the poetry seat.

Ding Fuzi of Xiahou Middle Academy got up, looked at the ten talents who were still insisting on the poetry stage and said: "The second question of the competition for the poetry leader, there is a proposition for me, let me talk about the proposition first: I don't know when, the word cherishing has been forgotten bit by bit, people can squander a lot of good time at will to satisfy their own so-called "chic life", you can spend money like dirt, time, the longest and shortest, the fastest and the slowest, the most selfish and the fairest, the most cherished and often forgotten...... Zi Zai Chuan said: "The deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night!" "It's because Sage Kong has a thorough understanding of time;" If the young man does not work hard, the boss will be sad" is always reminding us that the good time is a good time to work hard. "Whoever is the most stingy with time, time is the most generous to whomever he is. The clock is ticking. Spring, passing by in a hurry, without a sleeve of breeze", the passage of time is merciless, so it should be cherished. We should cherish the present, cherish every minute and every second, cherish the current time, so that we will not feel sad for the passage of time in the future. Therefore, the second proposition of the West Lake Poetry Club to compete for the poetry is to cherish the time, you are all my outstanding talents and talented women in Hangzhou, I believe that you will be able to make good poems, I wish you can defeat the opponent to compete for the poetry Kui! ”

After Master Ding Xuan finished the proposition, he went back, looking forward to the poems of the talented men and women on the stage,

The hourglass of the copper kettle was poured again,

This time, it was Li Furong who chanted a song "Cherish Time" to win the applause of the talented people all over the lake.

Sanchun flowers are good, and they must learn early. When the flowers bloom and fall, life is easy to get old.

Flowers will bloom, but one day will wither, life is not very long, will always get old, take advantage of the blooming of flowers, take advantage of the young and energetic time, study hard, and as soon as possible.

Situ An was not far behind, and chanted a song "Festival Time",

The sun and the moon are as fast as the wind, and the flowers bloom and fall and are red. Time should be wasted, and everything is wasted.

Although Situ An's "Festival Time" is not as good as Li Furong's "Cherish Time", it is not easy to make such a poem in such a short time.

Bai Yaowen seemed to know that it would be difficult for him to compose poems compared to Li Furong's poem, so he simply closed his eyes to recuperate, waiting for the final poem to compete.

Without Bai Yaowen's participation, the other talents suddenly felt the pressure greatly reduced, but there were three of the four talents in Hangzhou and two of the talented women in Hangzhou.

As time passed, the talented people on the poetry stage began to slow down.

It's not that they want to slow down, but no matter how hard they rack their brains, they can't make works comparable to Li Furong's "Cherish Time".

This proposition ended earlier, but the fine sand in the hourglass of the copper kettle has not yet flowed out, which means that the proposition has not ended.

The tense atmosphere also slowly faded with the passage of time, and the talented people on the painting boat of the West Lake Poetry Building occasionally began to whisper with a relaxed attitude,

And on the boat workshop under the painting boat of the poetry building, it has become even more noisy.

The poetry seat on the stage is satisfied with the small heart, the face is full of red light, and the ambition is complacent, how to say that I also grabbed the poetry seat and compared the poems with the four talents of Hangzhou, and I will have the capital to brag in the future.

The talented man who has recited poetry on stage is still passable on face,

Those talented people who did not have the opportunity to go on stage were depressed, their faces were extremely ugly, they had been carefully preparing for a year, and they didn't even have the opportunity to come on stage, thinking of this I couldn't help but feel a little sad,

Some are heartless and lungless, and come to participate in the West Lake Poetry Club with a pure viewing mentality.

The hourglass is over, the time is up, and the poet who competes for the second proposition of the poet is undoubtedly Li Furong, not the second choice,

Five more people were brushed down,

Even Wang Zhenbai, the four talents of Hangzhou, was ruthlessly brushed down,

Now there are only those left on the stage, Bai Yaowen, Li Furong, Liu Hongyan, Gongsun Leng, and Situ An,

Sure enough, the reputation of Hangzhou's talented women is really not in vain, and in the end, there are still five of these people left, but Tang Wan'er and Ye Qingmei, among the four talented women in Hangzhou, did not come, if the two of them come, I am afraid that the positions of these five people will be replaced.

The five judges on the judges' bench looked appreciatively at the handsome men and beauties on the stage, talented and beautiful,

It's not easy to stay on the poetry table after two rounds of improvisational poetry, and they are all the best among their peers.

Among the five people who were brushed down, there was a young scholar wearing a blue robe, with the talent of this scholar to be able to persist until the second round of the poetry competition is not easy, but the heart is still a little lost, the scholar got up with sadness and was about to walk off the stage, inadvertently glimpsed a person sitting in the back row of the VIP seat, after seeing the person's appearance clearly, the original gloomy mood was suddenly swept away, and a way to retaliate against this person unconsciously emerged in his heart, the corners of his mouth curled, and he walked off the poetry stage proudly,

If Dong Xiaoqian was here at this time, she would definitely exclaim, this is not Ye Ning of Jinli Inn?

Since comparing with Zhang Baiyi in Jinli Inn, I have been depressed and jealous when I go back, I am a genius of the Ye family, my father's pride, how can I lose to others so easily, the more I think about it, the more angry I become, the anger in my heart has been suppressed for several days, today I can finally take revenge on Zhang Baiyi, I can't help but have some expectations in my heart,

The second round of the poetry competition ended like this, and Yu Yuan Bufuzi of Dongsheng Middle School got up and announced that the poetry would compete for the third proposition of the poetry competition.

Orchids are juxtaposed with "plum, bamboo, and chrysanthemum", collectively known as the "Four Gentlemen". Usually "Lan Zhang" is used to metaphor the beauty of poetry and literature, and "Lan Jiao" is used to metaphor the truth of friendship. There are also orchids to express pure love, "the breath is like an orchid that does not change, and the heart is like an orchid that will never change", "find a confidant in Youlan, and talk about a dream of Xiaoxiang". Orchids do not have eye-catching showy state, there are no huge flowers, leaves, but have a simple and quiet, elegant and noble temperament, orchids are born in deep valleys, not afraid of wind and rain, elegant and fragrant, simple and unpretentious, poet Qu Yuan is extremely praised for orchids, the poem says: "Autumn orchids are clear, green leaves and purple stems, full of beauties." Therefore, painting orchid is also called writing "Lisao". The third one in the West Lake Poetry Club is Yonglan,"

Yu Yuanbu said the third proposition, and looked at the talented women on the poetry stage expectantly,

On the West Lake in Hangzhou, on the painting boat of the poetry building in the lake, the poetry fighting of the talents on the poetry seat has reached the most intense stage.

The whole competition was completely divided into two factions, one faction was Gongsun Leng dominated by Bai Yaowen, three people from Situ An's four talented sons in Hangzhou, and the other faction was Liu Hongyan dominated by Li Furong.

The front of the poetry table was crowded with people, and five pen and ink boys were waiting, all of them in a cold sweat, and they couldn't keep up with the speed of chanting at all.

On the high platform of the VIP seat, the atmosphere was relaxed.

There is no name for the article, and it is difficult to write a good poem, and now is the time when the poem is the most fierce, and it is precisely the time when there are no good works to come out.

Therefore, the masters and adults also have a rare opportunity to stand by and watch.

The time is very fast, the hourglass runs out, the proposition is over, and the two sides are unsurprisingly losing the fight.

Bai Yaowen is left on the side of the four talented women in Hangzhou, and Li Furong of the four talented women in Hangzhou is undoubtedly also a representative.

In the third round of the poetry competition, three more people were brushed down,

The exciting moment of the real confrontation of the West Lake Poetry Club is coming, and the talents in the audience are watching every move on the poetry stage with wide eyes, for fear that they will miss the wonderful moment because of a blink of an eye.

It's Shangguan Qian'er's turn to ask the question,

The atmosphere of the audience instantly became extremely quiet,

Shangguan Qian'er was also a little nervous by the atmosphere,

He coughed lightly twice and said: "Among the many poems, there are many poems that support things and words, and they embody humanistic ideas through the aria of things. The "things" in the poems are often the author's own situation, which is completely integrated with the poet's self-image, and the author places certain feelings in the description of things. In the poem, the author either reveals his own attitude towards life, or conveys good wishes, or contains the philosophy of life, or expresses the author's interest in life. All things in nature, from mountains and rivers to flowers, birds, insects and fish, can become the objects of poets' depictions and songs. While depicting in detail, they express their feelings. To write poetry, we must pay attention to figurative thinking, and we must write vividly and vividly, and only in this way, in this sense, all poems have more or less such characteristics. What kind of ideological connotation do you want to express through a poem, the poetry of songs, there must be things, and without things, it cannot be called poetry of songs. But it is not enough to simply write things, but also to have people's thoughts and emotions as their souls. Without deep ideological content, what is written will pale and weak. There are things in love, there is love in things, and love and things are blended, which is the realm that poetry should have. Well, I won't say much about other masters, the last proposition of this year's poetry competition is poetry. ”