The shopkeeper laughed and scratched the back of his hand, and replied, "This villain doesn't know, it's all about the second day's poetry announced after yesterday's poetry meeting." ”

"If the eye of poetry is related to the day, then the time of today's poetry meeting is daytime, and it is related to night, then it is tacitly agreed to be held at night."

Su Jiudong's eyes immediately lit up: "Dare to ask the little second brother if you still remember, what is the poem about today that was announced yesterday?" ”

As soon as the shopkeeper was about to reply that he was busy greeting customers yesterday and didn't pay attention to the poetic eye of the last preview, a low and magnetic male voice came from the stairs: "It's the word 'Changfeng'." ”

Su Jiudong immediately heard Wen Yiheng's voice. Su Jiudong turned around, and saw Wen Yiheng walking down the stairs, came to Su Jiudong's side, and said with a smile: "Fortunately, my ears are still smart, and I heard the poetic eyes announced by the old man yesterday." ”

The shopkeeper saw that the beauties were accompanied by people, and the two of them were as good as immortals in terms of their external clothing and demeanor, so they retired silently, leaving Su Jiudong and Wen Yiheng together.

Su Jiudong stepped forward and took Wen Yiheng's arm, and said softly: "Since the morning, I have seen you buried in official business, and I thought you didn't have time to participate in the poetry fight. ”

It was precisely because Su Jiudong learned that Wen Yiheng had approved the excerpt in the room next to her just now, so she went downstairs to inquire about the shopkeeper.

"Since you are interested in the Doushi Society, how can I not give up my life to accompany the beauty?" Wen Yiheng took Su Jiudong upstairs.

Su Jiudong smiled: "You have the favor of the goddess of luck, even the terrible Bailuo skirt poison can't make you succumb, let you accompany me to watch a poetry fight, it won't cost you your life......"

The two returned to the room, Su Jiudong came to the bed and sat lazily, picked up the poems and reviewed them, and kept talking:

"Just now you said that yesterday's poem for today's poetry meeting was the word 'long wind'. The long wind sends autumn geese thousands of miles, and you can be a tall building for this'. This was made when Li Taibai and Li Yun met and climbed Xie Yulou together, so the time of today's poetry meeting must be in the morning? ”

"I've asked someone to inquire clearly, the poetry fighting meeting was held in the cloth clothing hall at the end of the hour, and now the poetry fighting meeting should also be over, and it's too late to watch the battle today."

"Yikes! Sure enough, I missed it! Su Jiudong threw away the "All Tang Poems" in his hand, jumped up from the bed, and looked at Wen Yiheng with slightly resentful eyes: "Since you know the poetry of today's Dou Shi Club, why didn't you remind me earlier?" ”

As soon as the words rushed out, Su Jiudong also realized that he seemed to be a little unreasonable. Originally, he was interested in the Fighting Poetry Club, but he didn't take the initiative to find out about the time of the Fighting Poetry Club, but now he blamed Wen Yiheng, which was really stupid.

Wen Yiheng smiled helplessly: "I also just listened to the introduction of the guy in the shop, and I knew that the time of the poetry fighting meeting was related to the poetry announced yesterday......"

Su Jiudong sat back on the bed in a daze, Wen Yiheng stepped forward to help her up, and said softly: "Although we don't have time to participate in the poetry fighting meeting today, we can still go to the cloth shop to see what poems they wrote in the morning, and know ourselves and each other." ”

Su Jiudong learned that he had really missed today's poetry fight, and his interest was not high, so he said lazily: "What do you think?" Could it be that the government will still show the verses they composed? ”

Wen Yiheng had already inquired about all the things about the Dou Shi Club and knew everything about it.

"In the poetry meeting of the cloth pavilion, the participants are all following the example of Chen Tao and Chen Songbo, mentioning poems and leaving words on the wall, and all the poems written are inscribed on the wall. We don't have to show it from the government, we can also go and see it on our own. In the past, there may still be many people watching over there. ”

It is said that the inscription wall poems began in the Han Dynasty and flourished in the Tang and Song dynasties, especially in the Song Dynasty, and they were the most popular and elegant.

Zhou Bangyan, a famous lyricist at the end of the Northern Song Dynasty, wrote: "Get off the horse and find the inscription on the wall first, and go out to remember the name of the village." ”

It can also be explained that every time a foreigner arrives in an unfamiliar place, he can first watch and browse the local inscriptions, and he can also get a glimpse of the leopard to understand the local culture and customs.

Wen Yiheng agrees with the inscription wall poem: "Inscribed poems on the wall can test the poetry of the literati, and you can also observe the calligraphy of the person." The text is like its heart, the words are like its people, such a wall poem focuses on two places at the same time, and gets a glimpse of the whole picture, which really has the effect of killing two birds with one stone. ”

Regarding the statement that "words are like their people", Su Jiudong also has his own opinions: "Actually, I think there are two situations about words as people. ”

"One of the most common cases is that the words are similar to the appearance of the person who wrote them, such as those with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and their handwriting is often quiet and delicate, just like me."

"The other is that the handwriting of the book contrasts with the appearance of the person who wrote it, and the person who looks gentle and elegant on the outside can also write imposing handwriting."

Su Jiudong looked at Wen Yiheng and praised him unabashedly: "For example, you are handsome in appearance, and your clothes and clothes on weekdays are biased towards civil officials and Confucian generals, but your handwriting is like a galloping horse, pouring thousands of miles." "Seven

"And yet ......"

Su Jiudong paused for a while, and then changed his words: "Yan Song, a traitor in the Ming Dynasty, is also a person with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes. It is rumored that the signboard of Liubiju in the pickle garden is from him, and the handwriting is regular and powerful. But Yan Song himself is not right-hearted, even if he writes well, he is embarrassed. ”

Therefore, the words as they are meant should not be limited to the outward characteristics of the person who wrote them, but should also point to their hearts. People who are weak can write majestic works because they have a heroic mind that can accommodate mountains and rivers. ”

The real "words are like the person" should mean that the inner state of mind of the person writing and the calligraphy work expressed have a stylistic fit. The words on the outside may not fully reflect the inner world of the person who writes them.

Wen Yiheng agreed: "Indeed...... The high level of calligraphy comes from the individual's character. Only the handwriting from the inner spiritual character of the person who writes can be regarded as the real character of the person. Therefore, true calligraphy should be the words from the heart, not the words from the person. ”

However, this time the poetry will focus on the poems, and the calligraphy written by everyone is not so prominent. If the verses are not good, the handwriting is mediocre, and the person who writes well will not be praised for the good handwriting. ”

Su Jiudong replaced the mood of serious discussion, and returned to the laziness just now: "People who are not good at calligraphy probably don't dare to put pen on the wall, lest crooked words appear in many calligraphy and destroy the beauty, after all, these poems will remain for more than ten years or even decades." ”

Wen Yiheng said with a smile: "Only the works with good poems and good calligraphy can be left for a long time, and the rest of the poems will be scraped off with putty." ”

The reality is that the backbone is so good, and poorly written works are not qualified to circulate for a long time.

After a detailed discussion, Su Jiudong was reluctant to put on a hat to block his vision, so he changed into a man's costume and came to the outside of the cloth art museum in the east of the city with Wen Yiheng, and saw the "Longxi Xing" on the outer wall that is said to be from the hands of Chen Tao and Chen Songbo:

"Swore to sweep away the Huns without regard for themselves, and five thousand mink brocade mourned Hu Chen. Poor and uncertain riverside bones, like a person in a spring boudoir dream! There is no end to the capture of the captives, and the Black Mountain battalion knows the dragon and snake. Since your lord and relatives, half of Hu Feng is like the Han family. ”

I saw that the calligraphy was written by itself, and the left and right sides were shocked. It is like a group of people playing in the sea, dancing cranes in the sky.

Su Jiudong found that after Chen Tao's "Journey to the West of Longxi", there were still many literati and scholars who wantonly waved ink and wrote new poems that had occupied the entire wall.

The shopkeeper of the cloth pavilion Qin told Su Jiudong: "It is precisely because of the song "Longxi Xing" left by Chen Songbo, and with the blessing of Lord Jiang Shen, who was sometimes the prime minister, many literati and scholars came from afar after hearing about it. ”

"I came here for nothing else, just to sing a new poem and stay in the hotel. "Longxi Xing" is the old title of Yuefu's "Xianghe Song and Se Tune", and the content is written about the border war, so most of the poems next to "Longxi Xing" are related to the war. ”

The shopkeeper Qin introduced Wen Yiheng and Su Jiudong into the courtyard, and the eye was a whitewashed white wall, next to it was still a white wall of green plants, and there was an inkstone pond in the left corner, with a black lotus floating on the pool, obliquely inclined to the water tank next to it.

Su Jiudong approached the white wall and took a look, only to see a poem left on the left side of the lower half of the white wall, depicting a vast picture of the side plug:

"The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, and the vast sea of clouds. The long wind is tens of thousands of miles, blowing the Yumen Pass. Hanxia Baideng Road, Hu peep into Qinghai Bay. came to the battlefield, but no one returned. ”

After appreciating the poems, Su Jiudong and Wen Yiheng's eyes were nailed to the calligraphy left on the wall, only to see that the handwriting was flowing and flowing, and the pen was like a cloud of smoke.

Wen Yiheng couldn't help but praise: "This calligraphy seems to be simple and unpretentious, but in fact, it is smooth and inclusive. The person who wrote must be a handsome and elegant scholar. ”

The shopkeeper Qin introduced: "This is a letter poem made with 'Changfeng' as the poetic eye during the morning poetry meeting, and it is the ink treasure left by Gu Gongzi. Because there is almost no suitable place on the wall next to it, so I will invite Gu Gongzi to come here to keep ink. ”

Su Jiudong turned his head to look at the walls on the left and right, full of pawnshops with handwriting. Under the guidance of the shopkeeper Qin, Su Jiudong finished browsing all the poems written in the morning poetry meeting, and finally turned his gaze back to the calligraphy left by the Gu Gongzi:

"This calligraphy seems to have a lot to ponder, and it looks like it's a bit of 'plain in the chest, Mao Ying swallows it up'."

Shopkeeper Qin couldn't help but praise: "I also think that in today's Dou Poetry Meeting, this "Guan Shanyue" is the best." 'Guan Shanyue', hurt parting. And the scene depicted in this poem is so vast and distant, so quiet, that it is indeed excellent. ”

"This Gu Gongzi's calligraphy is indeed excellent, I wonder if the shopkeeper knows the origin of this person's identity?" Wen Yiheng, who had been following behind Su Jiudong and reading the poems, asked.

Shopkeeper Qin pursed his lips and pondered for a while before replying: "I don't know his origin, he claims to be a scholar who entered Beijing to take the exam. Looking at his clothes and appearance, he is indeed dressed as a Confucian student, but his appearance is too handsome and eye-catching, and he can easily compare with the beautiful men in my Yuzhou. ”

"This poem is broad and far-reaching, the calligraphy is restrained and quiet, and the person who writes it is actually a handsome man?" Rao is a person who loves beauty, and Su Jiudong is also unbelievable.