Zhong Kang, who originally looked a little disapproving, slowly became solemn when he read "The Waves Roaring in the West Lake", and after reading this poem in one breath, the old man's face gradually showed joy, and he couldn't help but repeat the last sentence in a whisper: "It's not okay to meet Xizi pen...... The pen doesn't work...... What a poem! I didn't expect such a masterpiece to be produced at this poetry meeting. $(). (23) (w) (x).)”

He never thought that this poem should not have been at the poetry meeting, but was just thrown into the West Lake by Lin Xifeng.

Zhong Kang hurriedly pinched the square paper in one hand, waved the other hand at the literati and ink artist in front of him, stepped forward and said loudly: "Talented and beautiful people! I have another good poem here, and I will let me read it with you. ”

At this young generation of poetry meeting, Zhong Kang's prestige is needless to say, after everyone heard Zhong Kang's words, they unconsciously stopped the noise, and someone asked out loud: "Mr. Zhong, I don't know if this poem is a moon or a Mid-Autumn Festival?" ”

"No, this poem is about West Lake." Zhong Kang replied with a smile.

"Yongxihu? Everyone can write poems that pile up rhetoric to praise the West Lake, hum...... Let's see what kind of rhetoric this poem can use to praise the West Lake. A not-so-friendly voice came out.

The ancients wrote poems, generally will support things and words, such as the moon to send lovesickness, to the Mid-Autumn Festival to look forward to reunion, if it is simply to praise the moon and chant autumn, it is too monotonous, lose the charm, the scene is the most difficult to write, generally with rhetoric, or with other things to set off the beautiful scenery, otherwise how good the scenery is, but others can not resonate, it is not a masterpiece.

For example, Su Shi's "If you want to compare the West Lake to Xizi, heavy makeup is always appropriate", he compared the West Lake to the stunning beauty Xi Shi, which not only gave the West Lake the beauty of life unprecedentedly, but also novel and chic, slightly timeless, everyone knows that Xi Shi is a beauty, but how beautiful is she? The poem tells you the answer, she is as beautiful as the West Lake. I don't know how much ink it saves compared to direct description, but its meaning is richer and more profound than direct description.

It is precisely because of this that although the theme of the poetry will be one of the three to Yongyue, Yong Mid-Autumn Festival, and Yongxi Lake, the vast majority of literati have chosen the first two that are easier to support the words and aspirations, as Fang Cai said that the scholar said, everyone can write about the beautiful scenery of the West Lake, as long as the rhetoric can be piled up, but this is cliché, and no one can write the poem comparable to Mr. Dongpo's poem, and why bother Yongxi Lake to ask for hardship, and now I really dare to sing the West Lake, which naturally makes many literati scoff at it.

Zhong Kang chuckled, did not refute the words of this scholar, slowly unfolded the square paper, with his unique tone of the poem in a subdued and frustrated tone, and gently chanted the poem: "The sunset pavilion is cloudy and sunny, and the hibiscus is full of evening breeze." ”

The first sentence is just a simple scene, although it is well written, but it has not yet reached the point of a good work, and the expressions of the scholars have not changed much, the only thing that has changed is that the disdain on some people's faces has become stronger.

"Foolish words on the side of the Shuangdi Bridge, falling into the West Lake and roaring together." When hearing this sentence, the expressions of some scholars have quietly changed slightly, this sentence cleverly combines the foolish language with the sound of the waves, and the sound of the foolish words naturally can't stop the sound of the waves, so they can only be unwillingly overshadowed by the sound of the waves, and ask themselves, if they want to write a poem comparable to this sentence, it is very difficult......

After reading this sentence, Zhong Kang deliberately paused, raised his head and glanced at the scholars, took their muttering and contemplative expressions into his eyes, smiled with satisfaction, and then continued to read: "People sit on green moss and people are also green, and the words are clear." ”

This sentence also uses the battle arrangement, each sentence has a word repeated twice, seven characters have accounted for as many as four words, deliberately repeated, but will not give people a sense of redundant words, very ingenious.

"There are a few lovesick sentences in my heart, but I can't meet Xizi pen...... The last sentence of the pen is not good...... is the essence, Zhong Kang couldn't help but repeat the end note, after the end note fell, the place was quiet, everyone did not make a sound, only the frolic sound of tourists in the distance was still noisy, and the sudden silence of this place was a little incompatible with the noisy world in the distance.

When Zhong Kang raised his head to look at the scholars, he saw that their expressions were different, some of them showed a look of surprise after being poetic, and some people were puzzled why they had to meet Xi Shi, and showed a puzzled look.

"Good poetry, good poetry!" After being silent for a long time, someone finally shouted out happily: "I originally thought that Mr. Dongpo's 'want to compare the West Lake to Xizi, heavy makeup is always appropriate' has been praised by the West Lake, and now this sentence 'There are a few lovesick sentences in the heart, and it is not good to meet the Xizi pen', although it is not said that it can surpass Mr., but at least it can be compared with Mr. ......"

"Later generations also wrote a word of praise for Mr. 'In addition to light makeup and heavy smearing sentences, but also what words are better than West Lake', and now it seems that this poem is going to be scrapped, because there is another excellent work praising West Lake."

"It's wonderful! I also have to admire, if you ask Mr. Dongpo how beautiful the West Lake is, he said that it is as beautiful as the beautiful Xi Shi, if you ask the author of this poem how beautiful the West Lake is, he said the beauty of the West Lake, so that he can't help but confide in the meaning of lovesickness...... Belch...... By the way, Mr. Zhong, I don't know who the author of this poem is? In the next wish with its yearning. ”

Zhong Kang hurriedly smiled and waved his hand: "Don't be in a hurry to ask the author of this poem, do you think that this poem has been finished by you?" ”

"Uh......" Everyone couldn't help but look at each other, and said in their hearts that this sentence has been parsed, can there be any hidden meaning?

Seeing this, Zhong Kang laughed loudly: "Actually, you can combine the upper and lower sentences of this poem, the last sentence says that the poet can't help but confide in the West Lake, and the previous sentence says that the poet's lovesick sentences were all caught in the waves of the West Lake and disappeared. ”

"I see...... This poem is corresponding from beginning to end! In my humble opinion, the meaning that the poet wants to express should be that he wanted to bury all the lovesick sentences in his heart, but after meeting the West Lake, the beauty of the West Lake made him can't help but confide in his heart, but he never thought that his lovesick words were washed into the waves by the West Lake, and all disappeared, although he was unwilling, but helpless, the poet may want to say that the beautiful woman he loves still can't hear his lovesick words that were swallowed by the West Lake, and will eventually leave him......

As soon as the man's voice fell, everyone's faces suddenly darkened, and they were silent again, and after his explanation, the countless sorrows in the poem hovered in the air, and there was silence again, only a slight sigh of admiration continued to rise and fall.

Zhong Kang scanned everyone back and forth with a smile, and kept brushing his not too long beard, as if he was waiting for something.

"No, no, this solution is not right......" After a long time, someone suddenly broke the silent and sad atmosphere: "In my humble opinion, this poem should be understood in this way, in fact, the "person" that the poet admires is the West Lake, he confided in the West Lake, and then was all collected by the West Lake into the waves, in fact, the poet's words ...... Xihu heard it, and also accepted his love, and there was no bitter lovesickness and fruitless meaning......"

As soon as this person's voice fell, all the literati suddenly struck like lightning, and their eyes widened in disbelief, someone can write such an excellent work, but the two solutions are two completely different feelings, one is unrequited love after all, and the other is that the two are like-minded, and they can no longer use the word wonderful to describe this poem.

"It's really worth the trip to be here today to witness the birth of this poem......" I don't know who it was, and he said what all the literati wanted to say in their hearts.

At this time, Lin Xifeng didn't know anything about the poetry meeting, because he was playing with lanterns in the distance with Liu Lian'er......

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Oh, my God! Baba can only say that this paragraph is too difficult to write, very difficult and difficult, it took a long time to change back and forth, which is more difficult than writing the usual two chapters, and it is only uploaded now, and Baba will try not to touch this kind of bridge in the future, it is really too traumatic to brain cells......