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Liu Yufeng sneered, looked at Lu Ming's gaze was extremely cold, and then said: "Don't stand there either, hurry up and compare with me." ”

"As you wish. ”

As Lu Ming spoke, he walked onto the Wenbi ring venue and bowed slightly to the literary friends of the Quartet, "In the lower surname, I have seen all the literary friends. ”

"Please give the title of the poem to the Fan Yuanjun. Liu Yufeng said.

Fan Guanhai thought about it and said, "Since you want to write poems, and you have to divide yourself in the same topic, you can't use too ordinary things as the subject matter. ”

"Plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum are collectively known as the 'four gentlemen' in flowers, and they are deeply loved by readers, so today you can choose one of the 'four gentlemen' and use poetry to express your emotions. ”

"Okay, that's a good question. ”

Liu Yufeng nodded slightly, walked to the desk confidently, and after some thought, began to write poems.

"Young Master Fang, it's up to you now!", a Liang Guoren began to cheer for Lu Ming.

"We must win this game and teach the people of Changguo a hard lesson!"

"If you lose, it's not just a loss of face for you!"

It didn't take long for Liu Yufeng to write poems, and his paper industry was vibrant, at least at the level of Dafu, but at most it was not the peak of Dafu.

But Liu Yufeng didn't immediately show the poem to everyone, but used another piece of paper to cover the content, and said: "My poem is written, Fang Gongzi, it's time for you to write it, don't tell me, you can only write couplets and not poems." ”

As soon as the words fell, there was another burst of ridicule from the Changguo scholars,

"Don't worry, if I write poetry, I will definitely not be worse than you. Lu Ming retorted.

"Anyone can say big things. Liu Yufeng's face was full of disdain.

"Then you'll have to wait and see. ”

Lu Ming walked to the desk and began to write poems.

"Chrysanthemum"

Wang Sun Mo put more than basil,

Nine days of branches near sideburns.

The dew is wet and the autumn fragrance fills the pond shore,

Never envy Vasungao.

After the poem was written, a wave of talent flickered on the paper, never dissipating, flashing with a faint golden light.

Fan Yuanjun was immediately attracted by this scene, and couldn't help but stand up: "This is ...... The Elephant of Narushu!"

"Narushu, this can't be!"

Liu Yufeng's face changed greatly, and he looked at Lu Ming's paper incredulously, almost thinking that he had read it wrong.

"It's really Naruju!"

Liu Yufeng stepped back, shocked and angry, even he couldn't write Mingzhou's masterpiece himself, how could an ordinary scholar write it?

At the same time, the laughter of those Changguo scholars also stopped abruptly, their faces blushed slightly, and their eyes widened.

Fan Yuanjun said happily: "Liu Gongzi's poetry was full of energy, and with the passage of time, the talent is slowly dissipating, which shows that it is the pinnacle of Dafu." ”

When Fang Gongzi's poem was completed, not only was his talent jumping, but there was also a layer of treasure light on the paper, and his talent did not dissipate over time, which shows that it is Mingzhou's work, and from this point of view, Liu Gongzi has already lost half of it. ”

"Since Liu Gongzi's poetry is not as good as Fang Gongzi's, then why do you say that you only lost half of it?", one person asked.

Because there are rules in the literary society, in addition to looking at the realm of the poem itself, it is also necessary to see whether its content meets the standard of the topic. ”

"I see. ”

The man suddenly realized, and then said, "Then please ask Fang Gongzi to let us take a look at your poems first!"

Fan Guanhai also said: "Fang Gongzi's poem became Mingzhou, it should be shown to us first, you read the full text first, and then I will write it to everyone with a divine pen." ”

Lu Ming immediately read the poem, Fan Guanhai was stunned for a moment after listening to it, and then his face was excited, and he couldn't help but say: "Good poem! Good poem! Fang Gongzi is titled with the word 'chrysanthemum', although the content of the poem does not have a single word 'chrysanthemum', but every sentence has not left 'chrysanthemum'!"

However, most people did not understand the poems, and they were all thinking about it in place, unable to understand it.

Fan Guanhai immediately wrote the poem with a divine pen and asked everyone to read it together, and then there was a complicated discussion.

After a long time, the scene returned to calm again, and a reader said: "This poem is really wonderful, but we don't understand its deep meaning, and we ask Fan Yuanjun to interpret it for us." ”

Fan Guanhai laughed and said: "This is a poetry of Yongwu, and the words are 'Yongdai', so the old man will start with the first sentence." ”

"Basil is a wild weed. The chrysanthemum, judging only from its branches and leaves, bears certain similarities with basil. 'Wang Sun Mo compares Basil to Basil', in fact, it is saying that those sons and grandsons who are not diligent and do not distinguish between grains and grains are easy to treat chrysanthemums as basil, so they drink them as a stick and tell them not to compare chrysanthemums with basil. ”

This sentence starts abruptly, asks questions straightforwardly, has a commanding momentum, and reveals the contempt for Wang Sun Gongzi, and the 'Wang Sun Gongzi' here actually refers to the scholars of the Changguo Liu family. ”

When Fan Guanhai said this, the Changguo scholars were furious, and anger erupted in their eyes.

They have never been the only ones who look down on the Liang people, when will it be their turn to be looked down upon by the Liang people?

When Liang Guoren heard Fan Guanhai's explanation, he suddenly realized that he admired his face.

Fan Guanhai continued: "Nine days of branches and branches close to sideburns", closely following the first sentence. Every year on the ninth day of September in the lunar calendar, it is known as the Double Ninth Festival. On this day, the scholar has the habit of climbing and appreciating chrysanthemums, drinking chrysanthemum wine, wearing dogwood sacs, and picking chrysanthemums and inserting them on the temples. ”

The poem mentions this traditional custom, which is to implicitly point the word "chrysanthemum", and at the same time follow the first sentence, indicating that people are different from Wang Sun Gongzi, and they are very fond of and respect for chrysanthemum. These two sentences, from the different attitudes of different people towards chrysanthemums, initially point out the nobility of chrysanthemums. ”

"I see! That's what it means!", and the crowd seemed to be enlightened.

The third and fourth sentences are the focus of the whole poem, focusing on the noble temperament and noble character of the chrysanthemum. "Dew and autumn fragrance full of pond shore", a few seven words, write the autumn morning scene: the sun is rising, the clusters of chrysanthemums, full of dew, moist and crystalline, bright and lovely; ”

And here, the word "wet" is very particular, making people think that the petals are dewdropped, which is extraordinarily moisturizing and beautiful. The image of the word "full" is apt, showing how refreshing the fragrance is, endlessly. From it, we not only see the unique image of chrysanthemums, but also feel the charm of chrysanthemums intertwined with the specific environment and specific atmosphere. After describing the temperament of chrysanthemum in the poem, it naturally boils down to the theme of Yongdai: "I don't envy Vasong Gao". ”

"Vassoon, is a kind of parasitic plant in the eaves of tall buildings, commonly known as its shape like pine, born must be tiled, so it is called Vasson. Although Vasson can bloom and spit leaves, it is "not as high as a ruler, but only as low as an inch", but it is useless. ”

The poem contrasts the chrysanthemums on the shore of the pond with the vassons on the high houses, which is intended to illustrate that although the chrysanthemums grow in the low-lying areas of the swamp, they are noble and quiet, and they do not hesitate to offer their fragrance to the people; ”

Here, the chrysanthemum is personified, endowed with the ideological quality of not seeking high positions and not admiring glory and profit. "Origin" corresponds to "not envious", which emphasizes the tone and highlights the noble temperament of chrysanthemums. This ending sentence makes the theme of the poem revealed here, and the poetry is sublimated. ”

"Fang Gongzi compares himself to 'chrysanthemum' in his poems, compares the scholars of the Liu family in Changguo to the useless 'Vashon', and expresses his emotions heartily, how can this kind of poem be endless!"

When Fan Guanhai said this, it was still difficult to calm the joy in his heart, because this poem "Chrysanthemum" played the most severe blow to the scholars of Changguo at the literary meeting.

"Wonderful!

The audience erupted in thunderous applause, and all the Liang Guo scholars couldn't help shouting, looking at the Changguo scholars with a rather arrogant look, as if the "chrysanthemum" in the poem was contemptuous of "Vashon".

Liu Yufeng's face was extremely pale, ashamed and angry, and the faces of the other Changguo people were also more ugly than the other, and their eyes burst out with a very hateful gaze.

"This surnamed Fang is really rampant, he even compares us to 'Vashon', looking down on us Changguo people so much, it's just crazy!"

"This kid dares to humiliate us in public and embarrass us, we must not let him go!"

"Yes, if we know what he does, we must make him regret what he did today!"

The people of Changguo thought viciously in their hearts.

"Young Master Fang, what do you think of the old man's comments?", Fan Guanhai asked Lu Ming.

Fan Yuanjun commented on this poem very well, and this is what the students meant. Lu Ming said with a smile.

"Very good! It seems that although the old man is old, his knowledge has not regressed in the slightest, haha......"

Fan Guanhai was very happy and said to Liu Yufeng: "Young Master Liu, it's your turn, let's take a look at the poems you wrote." ”

"This ...... This ......"

Liu Yufeng hesitated, full of regret, he didn't expect Lu Ming's poems to be so good, compared with Lu Ming's "Chrysanthemum", his Dafu poems don't know how many times worse.

If you take it out and let Fan Guanhai compare, not only will it be rated as poor, but it will also be laughed at by Liang Guoren, and then he will apologize to Liang Guoren, which is the most intolerable thing for him.

"Young Master Liu, please show me your poem. Lu Ming said.

"Hmph, surnamed Fang, if you want to win me, it's ten years early!"

Liu Yufeng immediately tore up the poem he had written, threw it at the candle, and turned into ashes in an instant.

"Liu Yufeng, what do you mean!", Lu Ming shouted.

"This poem has been ruined, it's a big deal that I will let you be the champion, but let me apologize to Liang Guoren, it is impossible!", Liu Yufeng laughed hysterically.