Han Zhong looked at Fan Xian and said, "This Ah Kun is really prepared." ”

Fan Xian smiled and said, "Let's listen to what I write first." ”

Guo Baokun stopped writing and said: "The Yunqing building is dewy and heavy, the jade boat outlines the Jintang wind, the smoke waves cover the sky, and a little Wensi reflects the residual lamp." ”

"Good poetry..."

"Good poetry..."

"Good poetry indeed."

"Not bad, not bad."

He Zongwei said: "It's a little bit of Wen Siying. ”

Fan Xian said: "It's not right, let's not talk about it first, the whole article is full of rhetoric, and I don't see my intentions." ”

Guo Baokun said angrily: "You, you..."

He Zongwei said: "Guo Gongzi, calm down your anger for a while. ”

Han Chong looked at Fan Xian and said, "Old Fan, it's not as unbearable as you said, although it stinks, it's still much better than dogs, horses and cow dung." ”

"You... You deceive people so much! Guo Baokun roared angrily, and he was about to step forward to theorize.

He Zongwei hurriedly stopped and said: "Fan Gongzi, Han Gongzi, Guo Gongzi's poems are certainly a little flawed, and it is rare to become a poem in an instant. ”

Fan Xian said impatiently: "If you want to miss it, you can read it, and you didn't stop it." ”

He Zongwei said: "His Royal Highness, it's ugly. ”

Li Hongcheng said: "Please." ”

He Zongwei walked to the center, spoke in a chic and dignified tone, and read: "Looking east at the cloud and sky, the white clothes are stepping on the frost and cold. Mo Dao is far away alone, and there are green mountains to send each other. ”

This poem is much better than the previous one.

"Good..."

"What poetry."

"He Gongzi deserves to be a famous talent in Kyoto."

Han Zhong said: "So-so. ”

Fan Xian said: "When I wrote this poem, I was a little arrogant, but at that time, I thought that now I would become a guest of others, flattering and surviving." ”

He Zongwei's face was ugly, he looked at Fan Xian and said, "Fan Gongzi's tongue is like an arrow, I don't know if he can make good poems?" ”

Fan Xian got up and said, "Then come, Lao Han, you are also with you." ”

Han Zhong said: "You can write it, just now a poem by Gongzi He Gongzi also reminded me of my parents who are far away from my hometown, so let's write a poem about leaving my hometown." ”

Fan Xian said: "Okay, I'll write, you read." Fan Xian got up directly and came to the bookcase, and wrote without thinking.

Han Zhong got up and said, "Your Royal Highness, it's ugly. ”

Li Hongcheng said with interest: "Please." ”

Han Chongnian said: "The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt." Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late. Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs. ”

"Good! Good poetry! ”

"What a poem!"

"It's too much better than He Zongwei!"

Among the literary talents present today, there is no shortage of people from poor backgrounds, and they can better understand the rich maternal love in this wandering song.

Li Hongcheng only thinks this poem is good, but he is the son of King Jing, from Xiaoyi to reach out for food to open his mouth, and the princess is also a brocade cloth and jade food, it is difficult to understand this feeling, but he understands the meaning of the poem.

Fan Ruoruo looked at Han Chong with bright eyes, this person really surprised himself more and more, "The writing is good." ”

Fan put down his pen and said, "Okay." ”

Guo Baokun and He Zongwei hadn't recovered from the previous song, and when they heard that Fan Xian had written it, Guo Baokun couldn't help but sarcastically say: "I don't believe it, you can also write any good poems." ”

Fan Xian looked at Guo Baokun and said: "Two, I promise, after I finish reading this poem, if you can write better, I, Fan Xian, will not write poetry in my life." ”

Guo Baokun said: "If you can beat us, then I swear that I will never write poetry again in this life!" Hum! ”

Fan Xian said: "You are not composing poetry, you are dying. Take it. ”

Li Hongcheng said: "Brother Fan, show me." ”

Fan Xian handed it to Li Hongcheng.

Li Hongcheng took the poem written by Fan Xian and read it, "The wind is urgent, the sky is high, the ape is howling, and the white bird flies back." The boundless falling trees are falling, and the Yangtze River is rolling. He is often a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been on stage alone for more than a hundred years. Hardship, bitterness, hatred, frost and sideburns, pouring down a new turbid wine glass. ”

"Good!"

"What a poem!"

"I didn't expect Fan Xian to be so talented!"

"Thousands of miles of sorrow, more than a hundred years of illness, just a few sentences to write the sorrow of the ages, okay!"

Compared with this first ascent, Han Chong's wandering song is a little inferior. Ascending is Du Fu full of patriotic enthusiasm, a body of righteousness, not only living in Kuizhou, but also sinking the day, panic all day long, self-re-thinking to see the Sheji glorious dynasty Gang to inspire the world Yi'an people to enjoy, I am afraid that this life is hopeless and uncertain, its depression and loneliness, sadness and bitterness can be imagined, it is this desperate lonely sad and gratuitous state of mind, in the autumn of 767, directly gave birth to the first "Ascending" of the Seven Laws of the Ages.

The wandering song depicts the most common scenes in daily life, but it also shows the mother's deep affection for the child, depicting the flesh and blood relationship between the mother and the child. Because such scenes are ordinary and common, they are more likely to resonate in people's hearts and make people feel intimate and touching.

That's why it's just that the wanderer is slightly inferior to the climb, the inferior is just the pattern, and it's not as shocking as the climbing, not that this poem is not good, the red fat swallow is thin, and each has its own merits.

Fan Xian looked at Guo Baokun and He Zongwei and said: "Write whatever you want, as many capitals as you can, as long as it can be better than this, I will never write poems again." ”

Han Chong looked at Fan Xian and said, "Old Fan, as soon as you ascend to the top, I'm afraid that Guo Gongzi and He Gongzi don't want to write poetry in their lives." ”

Guo Baokun is a compiler in the palace, and his appreciation level of poetry is still there, and he knows that he can't write a poem that is better than this poem, and he has a sense of despair in his heart.

He Zongwei's face was also pale, he didn't write poetry anymore, his whole life... That's it. And after today's poetry meeting, Han Chong and Fan Xian's reputation may be famous in Kyoto, and the most important thing is that they stepped on their own and Guo Baokun's names to ascend to the throne, and they are destined to be nailed to the pillar of shame and become a laughing stock. In the future, when someone mentions this first ascending and wandering son, they will think of Fan Xian and Han Chong, and they will also mention He Zongwei and Guo Baokun who have become the background... Mother, affect the career.

Fan Xian was watched by the people in the hall, felt uncomfortable, and said, "Where is the toilet?" ”

Li Hongcheng said: "Backyard. ”

Fan Xian was not familiar with the Jingwang Mansion, of course he didn't know how to go, and said, "Where?" ”

Li Hongcheng pointed to the side door and said, "Here." ”

Fan Xian looked at Teng Zijing and Han Zhong and said, "Take care of my sister." ”

Teng Zijing nodded and said, "Well, don't worry." ”