On the edge of the Fen River, the weather is a little cool, a stone bridge spans the green water, and there are occasional birds hanging by the river.

A few boats were tied to the shore, and the fishermen cast their nets and began to wipe their rods again.

Young people walk along the road, migrant men pass through here to return home, and sometimes two or three couples of sons and women stop by the river to quarrel over trivial matters.

In the pavilions near the water, some wrinkled, snow-soaked old men sat quietly on the chairs, they didn't make a sound, but smiled and observed everyone who passed by.

All the troubles in your heart are happy in their eyes.

Being old is not necessarily a bad thing, and feeling the passage of time calmly and indifferently is actually quite an elegant thing.

The only thing that can leave a scented growth ring on a plain skin without ups and downs, and a peaceful state of mind can be nourished in a fresh body with endless blood flowing.

Watching the scenery by the river in the afternoon, Situ Xi helped Zhongli with his hand to straighten the plain yarn on the back of the hat, and the two of them came to the south of the city to participate in the Taoyuan Poetry Meeting.

Speaking of peach orchards, perhaps influenced by the "peach blossoms in the mountain temple", Situ Xi stereotyped that this peach orchard was on the mountain, but he didn't expect that the Miwang Mansion actually built a garden for flower appreciation on the edge of the Fenjiang River in the city, which is really luxurious.

The poetry meeting began at the unitary time, and there was still some time before now, and the two of them happened to come out for a walk, and they should eat and drink.

As he walked, Situ Xi found that there were some scholars in Confucian robes under a three-story attic in front of him, and judging by their ages, most of them should be students.

A little closer, the two of them could hear what the scholars were discussing.

"If you want to write about the spring breeze, it is best not to have the spring breeze in the poem, but to write with flying flowers and shaking willows, so that the reader will not feel clichéd."

"Brother Ning is talented, poetry is indeed like this, little brother admires!"

It turned out to be a discussion of the experience of composing poetry, and before the poetry meeting began, the atmosphere of literature had begun to spread along the riverside.

Surrounded by the crowd was a white-robed Confucian scholar, who seemed to have a great prestige among these students, and another person in the crowd asked him a question.

"Brother Ning, in your opinion, whose poems will be at the top of this list tonight?"

"It's hard to say, but judging from previous years, it should be the winner from Young Master Fang Di Fang of the Luguo Mansion and Xu Yilin Xu Gongzi of the Xu Shangshu Family."

The white-robed Confucian known as Brother Ning obviously enjoyed the feeling of being sought after, he closed his eyes and shook his head, his mouth was slowly analyzing for everyone, he seemed to know very well about the things related to this poetry meeting.

"Fenghua List?" Situ Xi tilted his head and asked Zhong Lishu.

"There are many Xuan'an Poetry Society, led by the 'Peach Blossom Poetry Society' of the Prince of Mi and the 'Qingfeng Collection' of the Luguo Mansion, and the nobles will often organize their respective poetry societies during these three days, during which they will invite the elders of high moral standing in the city as judges, and the best works in their respective poetry meetings will be sent to these poetry masters every day, and the winners can be posted on this Fenghua list for everyone to enjoy and observe."

Is it so formal? Situ Xi thought that this Taoyuan poetry meeting was just that everyone sat together and chatted and drank wine, but he didn't expect that this could almost be regarded as a large-scale literary competition.

didn't go to join in the excitement, Situ Xi took Zhong Lixuan's wrist and walked towards a pavilion beside him.

"Xiang Gong thinks what the scholar said just now is right?"

As soon as he sat down, Zhong Lixuan helped Situ Xi roll up his sleeves to prevent it from falling onto the seat and getting dusty, and at the same time smiled and asked him what he thought of the conversation between the scholars just now.

"Did the lady mean what he said about the method of writing poetry? Words belong to themselves at the beginning of creation, and I think a good poet would not deliberately write to resonate with people. ”

"When writing about the spring breeze, there can't be a spring breeze in the poem, what is the reason? It's like if I want to write about snow, but I think there must be 'snow', as long as I see this word, the color of winter comes to mind. Not the winter in everyone's hearts is 'thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of paths and people disappear'. ”

Everyone has their own understanding of words and emotions, for example, some people prefer to wake up in a warm room to a friend who is pleasantly surprised: look, it's snowing outside.

Isn't the core of poetry the strong emotions that touch people's hearts?

"It's a 'thousand mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear', this little friend, I don't know if you can move over and talk about it?"

A calm and clear voice sounded from the right side, Situ Xi looked around, and the voice turned out to be an old man in another pavilion on the lower side, with a dining table in front of him, and a middle-aged man standing beside him.

The old man was waving to Situ Xi.

Although the middle-aged man was dressed in regular clothes, he was equipped with a silver fish bag around his waist, and there were two guards guarding outside the pavilion, which showed the old man's extraordinary identity everywhere.

Glancing at Zhong Lisu, seeing her shaking her head, Situ Xi knew that this person was not her acquaintance.

The elders were invited, so naturally they still had to go, Situ Xi got up and gave a salute, put down his sleeve robe, straightened his clothes, and walked down the steps slowly, and walked into the pavilion with Zhong Lisu.

"I've seen the old man." The husband and wife bowed together.

"No need to be polite, Xiaoyou, please sit down, I just heard what Xiaoyou said, quite insightful, and heard Xiaoyou's two wonderful poems, the old man couldn't help but want to ask Xiaoyou for a full poem." The old man cleaned up the table, invited Situ Xi to sit down across from him, and then explained his intention to invite him over.

"The old gentleman is polite, this poem is not written by the kid, but the old gentleman wants to know, the kid doesn't dare to hide his secrets." Situ Xi was not polite, Dafang sat down on the chair, and saw the old man pour a cup of hot tea for himself, after he thanked him, he recited the whole poem of "Jiang Xue":

"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow. ”

When the old man heard the whole five-character quatrain, he muttered softly in his mouth, repeated it several times, and looked sideways at the river, with a sad look on his face.

"Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow. What a timely poem. ”

The Fenjiang River is obviously blue waves and flowing water, but the old man said that this "fishing alone in the cold river and snow" is just right, and it seems that he has some sorrow in his heart at the moment.

"Little friend, who wrote this poem?"

"It's Mr. Yanagi Zongyuanliu." Situ Xi told the truth.

"Liu Zongyuan?" The old man turned his head to look at the middle-aged official standing beside him.

"Hui Minggong, there should be no such No. 1 person in the court. This poem is excellent, if it was written by a predecessor, it must not be an unknown person......" The middle-aged man looked at Situ Xi as he spoke, questioning him for not telling the truth.

"It's just that the mood of this poem is similar to that of the frustrated old man." Don't care, the old man is quite self-deprecating.