Natural dwelling.

The highlight of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club is finally here, and there is music in the house, of course, the performers this time are not Lin Zhibai or Xia Xinyi.

This is a music and dance performance arranged by the organizer in advance, the venue of the performance is selected in the large courtyard in front of the natural residence, the courtyard is already brightly lit at this time, there are beautiful women stroking the piano, there are men playing the flute, and some people are plucking the strings of the pipa, and a variety of classical musical instruments are harmoniously symphonic together.

In the midst of music.

There are warblers and swallows dancing in the courtyard, like elves under the Mid-Autumn Festival moon, the atmosphere is lively and elegant, and the atmosphere of the scene is gradually rising.

"Looks like I was the first to finish it?"

As a voice sounded, a literati took the initiative to show the paper in his hand, on which were the poems he had just written.

"I'll take a look."

Hu Wei took a look and smiled: "It's okay." ”

Everyone laughed along, Hu Lao's evaluation can actually be directly understood as "average".

If this poem is really good, Hu Lao will read it directly and publicly, and give a specific evaluation.

The literati who was the first to finish it obviously knew that it was his own work that failed to enter Hu Wei's eyes, so he smiled and took back the paper, and put it directly in his pocket without planning to take it out again.

Subsequently, some literati shared their works with their friends one after another.

If a work sparks a lively discussion and seems to be recognized as a masterpiece, everyone will pass it on from hand to hand, and finally hand it to Hu Wei or Shi Yun.

These two represent authority.

The authority here is not just that these two have deep qualifications in the literary world.

There are many people with deep qualifications in the literary world, but Hu Wei and Shi Yun are different, they are not only talented in their own right, but they are also the leaders of the Qizhou Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the Writers' Association.

This is the real reason why everyone is convinced.

When Hu Wei and Shi Yun come across some of the works they admire, they will also recite them for everyone to discuss, and finally give comments.

For example, Li Bai's words.

"The blue sky is like water, the silver is shallow, and the golden waves are clear. It is suspected that it is the treasure of the concubine, and it is hung high in the Guanghan Palace. The forest leaves are in autumn, the curtains are picturesque, and the osmanthus is fragrant. Every year and this night, the Yulou is in this revival and clears ......"

Xu is happy to see the hunting.

Shi Yun finished reading it in one breath, and then praised it loudly: "Good words! ”

Hu Wei couldn't help but nodded again and again: "In the future, Li Bai, don't patronize and study your couplets, obviously your talent is so high, isn't it good to study poetry more?" ”

"The two teachers praised it falsely."

Li Bai is actually quite crazy, but in the face of Hu Wei and Shi Yun, he is still very humble.

After Li Bai, several good poems appeared, which were praised by Hu Wei and Shi Yun.

"Stars, moons. Reverse the river into the cup and plate...... Shourang's "Partridge Heaven" really won my heart today. ”

"I like this song even more, the moon is bright, the bright river is together, and the inside and the outside are clear...... Interestingly, last year's best works were all poems, but this year's best works are all lyric works. ”

"Poetry is good, too."

"For example, in Mr. Ye's paragraph, the dust goes with the wind, and the bright moon chases people...... In fact, it may be better to change it here to 'Dark dust goes with the horse, and the bright moon goes by people'. ”

"Teachable!"

Hu Wei and Shi Yun commented, sometimes giving some suggestions, often to the point, and everyone was convinced.

That's it.

Poetry will be produced frequently.

The atmosphere was pushed to a climax.

After tasting several poems in a row, Hu Wei suddenly couldn't help but sigh: "This year, our Qizhou literary style is really prosperous, and the quality of these Mid-Autumn Festival poems is more than one and a half stars higher than last year!" ”

"Not just last year."

Shi Yun was pleased: "In the past ten years, the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry will be held, and the quality of our Mid-Autumn Festival poetry works in Qizhou will be the most this year!" ”

The two of them are really happy!

Because there is this link in the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting every year, but the poems that are really excellent Mid-Autumn Festival Yongyue are always rare.

But this year, the literati of Qizhou are all like chicken blood, and the poems they write are quite amazing, and even a few works Shi Yun and Hu Wei feel that they are qualified to be compiled into the "Appreciation of Qizhou's Contemporary Excellent Poetry" and widely circulated!

"But even if a hundred flowers bloom, according to the rules, we still have to judge the best one."

Shi Yun said: "My favorite song is Li Bai's song after watching it all the way, especially at the end, taking advantage of the joy of singing, bustling with the opposition, when is it not a festival." Hundreds of cups and thousands of heads, drunk chanting long to the wind and moon. ”

"That's not true."

Hu Wei has a different opinion: "Li Bai's song can only be ranked second in my heart, and the first work should be Jiang Shourang's "Partridge Heaven", don't deliberately avoid suspicion just because he is a nephew." ”

"Not really."

Shi Yun smiled and said, the two disagreed, but it was only a gentle discussion, every year the poetry meeting is like this, you have to judge the best in the audience, it is inevitable that there will be times when there are disagreements.

And at this time.

But a voice came from the crowd: "Since it is the best, then you can't help but watch our Xinyi's "Water Tune Song Head"!" ”

The one who spoke was Xia Xinyi's number one licking dog king.

I don't know when he came to Xia Xinyi's side, and at this time he was farting rainbow farts in front of the works of this No. 1 talented woman in Qizhou.

"Read it and hear it."

Someone in the crowd shouted loudly, Xia Xinyi still has a level, after all, the name of the first talented woman in Qizhou is not for nothing.

Both Shi Yun and Hu Wei became interested.

"May I?"

Wang Zizi looked at the goddess shyly, and it wasn't until Xia Xinyi nodded that he was greatly encouraged and said aloud:

"Qiuyu is as pure as water, and the moon mirror is not on the platform. Yu Gu is high and Zhang Le, smiling and detaching. Outside the eaves, sit on the Milky Way, and the mood is good......"

Boy.

Wang Zizi read the words as if he was honored, and even the broadcast cavity came out.

"Xinyi is so literate."

After listening to this poem, Shi Yun smiled: "It seems that today's number one is difficult to evaluate." ”

Hu Wei nodded and said: "Li Bai's words, Xia Xinyi's words, and Jiang Shourang's words are all excellent works of this year's Mid-Autumn Festival. ”

"The little woman is ugly."

Xia Xinyi spoke modestly, and then quietly looked in the direction where Lin Zhibai was, she didn't know what was wrong, anyway, she couldn't help but want to know how the most dazzling young man in the audience would react after listening to her lyrics.

However, Xia Xinyi failed to see Lin Zhibai directly.

At this moment, he has been surrounded by Qi Zhou's "Three Musketeers in the Literary World".

And the three musketeers were circulating a work that they didn't know who wrote it, and their faces seemed to be a little complicated.

It's like excitement.

It's like helplessness again.

On the face of Jiang Shourang, who was the best at writing words among the Three Musketeers, Xia Xinyi even saw frustration-

Whose work are they looking at?

It wasn't just Xia Xinyi who noticed this scene.

Hu Wei and Shi Yun also noticed this scene.

Or the two of them remembered at the same time, it seems that Lin Zhibai, the first talent from Qin Zhou, has not yet exhibited his works.

In addition to Lin Zhibai, several literati with relatively high names on the scene have shown their works, and the quality is extremely high.

Thinking of this, Hu Wei smiled and said:

"What are you all looking at, but Mr. Kobayashi's work?"

"Yes......"

It was Jiang Shourang who answered, and he seemed to want to make an evaluation, but when the words came to his lips, he stopped, and he actually seemed a little hesitant.

"What's wrong?"

Shi Yun frowned, Jiang Shourang was his nephew, and he rarely saw his nephew showing such a look of gain and loss.

"You two, please see, Mr. Lin also wrote "Water Tune Song Head"."

Jiang Shourang fell silent after speaking, but took a few steps forward and handed the copy of the lyrics in his hand to Shi Yun and Hu Wei.

Xia Xinyi blinked.

What kind of fate is this, there are so many classic word brand names, but Lin Zhibai chose "Water Tune Song Head" like himself.

I just don't know this King of the White Horse......

What is the level of Mid-Autumn Festival words for young talents?

Xia Xinyi was curious, and all the literati on the scene were curious.

Even, the audience who is watching the poetry meeting and the direct shooting of Lin Zhibai's "Lishan Xing" is also curious!

Because the hateful photographer sells off!

didn't give Lin Zhibai's poetry shot directly!

So the audience doesn't know what Lin Zhibai wrote.

Everyone only knows that the Three Musketeers have seen Lin Zhibai's work, and the Three Musketeers' reaction after reading this work is very strange.

It's hard to say excited.

It's impossible to talk about disappointment.

That kind of complex reaction, which is difficult to describe in words, makes the audience very curious about what Lin Zhibai wrote now, and this feeling is as uncomfortable as having an itch on his back but not scratching it.

[Photographer: Your chicken leg is gone tonight! ] 】

[What did the richest man write, I feel that the reaction of the Three Musketeers after reading it is so strange, as if he is depressed. 】

[Why do I feel like they're excited?] 】

[It's exciting, but it feels a little uncomfortable.] 】

[Hahaha, I just saw Xia Xinyi peeking at the richest man again. 】

[Laughing to death.] 】

[Xia Xinyi peeked at the richest man, she has been photographed four times, right? ] 】

[She thought others hadn't found out.] 】

[Not many people were found at the scene, but the audience saw it all.] 】

Xia Xinyi couldn't have imagined that she had peeked at Lin Zhibai and was caught several times, and this incident had become a show effect.

Anyway, the attention of all the literati on the scene is now on Lin Zhibai's works.

Hu Wei had already picked up Lin Zhibai's words, and Shi Yun leaned slightly sideways to look at it with him.

As a result, after just looking at it for a few seconds, the two suddenly shrank their pupils and glanced at each other in unison.

And then.

The two of them continued to watch, and there seemed to be words in their mouths, but unfortunately everyone couldn't hear what they were saying.

What a strange reaction.

The literati were a little anxious, but they didn't dare to urge, so Li Bai, who has always been unruly, dared to speak loudly: "Why do the two elders only care about their own appreciation, let us also see how Mr. Xiaolin's lyrics are." ”

Good mouth!

Praise in the hearts of the literati!

Even the audience in the live broadcast room is praising Li Bai's mouth!

"I'm sorry."

Hu Wei sighed and said: "This poem is so well written, it makes me a little distracted for a while, Lao Shi, you can read it." ”

This long sigh made everyone's hearts sink inexplicably.

Shi Yun took the paper, stood up from his seat, looked at Lin Zhibai deeply, and then said:

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dance to figure out how the shadow seems to be in the world. ”

Shi Yun read slowly.

Every word and every sentence, he strictly follows the rhythm and fits the artistic conception of the words.

And the first half of the content has not been finished, and even when Shi Yun only read "What year is tonight", the scene was completely silent.

Someone couldn't help but look back at Lin Zhibai.

All of you here are people with profound literary skills, and they are certainly not unfamiliar with the classic name of "Water Tune Song Head", and they are not unfamiliar with the Mid-Autumn Festival, so Shi Yun only read the first half of the content, and everyone has already noticed the extraordinaryness of this work.

It's too atmospheric!

Space Spirit!

That sense of distant picture and space is full between the lines!

It's just different from other literati who like to show off their skills in poetry creation, this poem is simply a clear stream, reaching the realm of returning to the basics!

The beginning is a question: When is the bright moon?

It seems to be ordinary and ordinary, but with the next sentence, it directly unfolds the artistic conception, and when it goes to the heavenly palace, it is like a gurgling stream, which instantly turns into a rushing Yellow River, so that when you return by the wind, it is already like a river rushing into the sea!

"Can be as ethereal as ......"

Xia Xinyi muttered, without the slightest pride in being the number one talented woman in Qizhou on her face, and even a little inferior.

Lin Zhibai's poem, just a few words in the first half, can outline the fascinating atmosphere of the fairy palace, without the slightest smell of fireworks in the world, and it is also written "Water Tune Song Head", as if the other party is a heavenly immortal, but he is just a mortal person.

How does the Radiant Fire compete with the bright moon?

After reading the first half of the que, Shi Yun paused, as if he was looking at everyone's reactions.

Seeing that no one spoke at the scene, he opened his mouth and slowly read the content of the second half of the que: "Turn to Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, and sleep without sleep." There should be no hatred, and nothing will be done to say goodbye. ”

Read it here.

In Shi Yun's voice, there were more complex emotions that were difficult to understand, and some words were extra stressed:

"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles......"

The scene was quieter.

It's just that the eyes of the audience are all looking in the direction of Lin Zhibai at this moment.

Lin Zhibai faced everyone, smiling calmly, everyone could see the wisps of drunkenness in his eyes when they looked closely, obviously until this moment, this talented man had not completely sobered up, so that his body was slightly shaking.

And compared to the silence of the scene.

The live broadcast room is boiling at the moment!

[My God, this song made goosebumps pop up all over my body, a real everyone's work! ] 】

[Stroke of God!] 】

[Let me shout Mr. Lin!] 】

[This is the most amazing poem I have ever heard and seen, among all the contemporary literati works!] 】

[Crazy! What do you mean by? It's called! 】

[I, a person who doesn't understand poetry, was shocked to the point that my scalp was numb! 】

[I have always thought that modern literati are far inferior to those ancient poetry masters, but Lin Zhibai's poem, I feel that even compared with the works of those ancient people, it is not inferior! ] 】

[Not inferior? 】

[What's more, I feel that you can't find a few Mid-Autumn Festival words that can be compared with this prime minister when you look through the works of ancient lyricists! ] 】

Most people in the live broadcast room don't understand words.

But "Water Tune Song Head" is really not that complicated and difficult to understand.

Anyone who has gone to school can understand the meaning of five or six points through words.

And those who have a little bit of writing skills, not to mention, in the face of such a work that has been circulated on another planet for thousands of years and has not faded, you can feel that special momentum at a glance-

Mid-Autumn Festival words, as soon as the first song of the water tune comes out, the rest of the words are wasted!

This is the comment of later generations on "Water Tune Song Head", a very extreme comment!

However, such an extreme comment can be recognized by countless poems in the later Celestial Empire, and its quality can be seen!

It was also at this moment that Xia Xinyi understood why the Three Musketeers would react like that after watching Lin Zhibai's "Water Tune Song Head".

Because Lin Zhibai's words are too desperate!

Reading this poem can be called the darkest moment of the literati!

The Three Musketeers even felt that they were not worthy of playing with Lin Zhibai.

Especially Jiang Shourang, he is the best at writing words among the Three Musketeers and even the literati of Qizhou!

Seeing that Lin Zhibai also chose to write words today, he still had some thoughts about comparison, but he closed himself directly after reading the other party's work.

's own work is not even qualified to be compared with each other's words.

To put it simply, it was hit by dimensionality reduction.

Hu Wei muttered: "I wish people a long time, thousands of miles together, I wish people a long time, thousands of miles together, Chanjuan......"

It stands to reason that he and Shi Yun should comment.

The poems of other literati have always been in this process.

But Hu Wei just read the last two sentences of Lin Zhibai's poem again, and only after muttering for a long time did two words come out of his mouth with difficulty:

"That's nice."

It's not that Hu Wei doesn't know how to evaluate, it's that he doesn't dare to evaluate, or that he is not qualified to evaluate.

Hu Wei suddenly couldn't help but think that if he could write such a work in his lifetime, it would be worth dying.

After studying the poems for decades and nearly a lifetime, Hu Wei deeply understands what kind of work Lin Zhibai wrote tonight.

Top!

Even if it is placed in the era of the ancient writers of Lanxing, such a poem will inevitably stand out from those brilliant names!

Hu Wei suddenly regretted it.

Why did you invite Lin Zhibai, a Qin person, to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting in Qizhou?

As soon as the other party's "Water Tune Song Head" came out, it was equivalent to directly smashing the field of the Qizhou Poetry Club!

Because the Mid-Autumn Festival poems written by the top literati in Qizhou tonight were all pressed into the dirt and dust by his words.

Obviously, everyone's work is also very good......

Obviously, everyone has played beyond the norm this year......

However, the gap is too big, and I really can't compare with Lin Zhibai!

But then, Hu Wei's train of thought changed and he suddenly became excited, in fact, this matter can be looked at from a different angle!

Although Lin Zhibai is from Qinzhou, this "Water Tune Song Head" was composed in Qi Zhou, and it will be a beautiful talk in the future, although Qi Zhou can only be used as a background board in this song, it may be good to be a background board in this work!

What?

You said that this year's Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Conference in Qizhou was smashed by Lin Zhibai with "Water Tune Song Head", will it affect the image of Qizhou's literary circle?

!

Who dares to say this, let the literary world of their continent try this poem?

Lin Zhibai took out "Water Tune Song Head", which was the ending of who touched and who died, and no one was qualified to laugh at Qi Zhou!

Because this is not Qi Zhou's problem at all, Qin, Qi, Chuyan, Han, Zhao Wei, and even Zhongzhou, no literati in any continent can stop the overflowing anger of "Water Tune Song Head" in the Mid-Autumn Festival poems!

Zhenyi is thousands of people, and suddenly the world is wide!

Hu Wei tasted "Water Tune Song Head" again, and the more he watched it, the happier he became, he only felt that his soul was a little fluttering, and then turned his head to look at Lin Zhibai's young face, his smile was overflowing:

"Mr. Lin, this is the best work tonight!"

used to call Mr. Kobayashi, but now he directly removed the "small", because the other party really deserves the highest respect from himself.

"That's not right!"

Shi Yun took a deep breath and said: "This song is not only the best tonight, but also the best one among all contemporary Mid-Autumn Festival words!" ”

"Not really."

Hu Weidao: "To be precise, this poem is not only invincible in the contemporary Mid-Autumn Festival, but even compared with ancient times, this Mid-Autumn Festival poem can also be called a masterpiece!" ”

"Hahahaha."

Shi Yun and Hu Wei's eyes collided, and the two laughed.

Obviously, both of them knew each other's thoughts, so they played the most tacit cooperation.

To put it bluntly, one word:

Blow!

Blow Lin Zhibai's words to the sky!

As long as Lin Zhibai's poem is blown to the level of "Mid-Autumn Festival words are invincible", then this wave of Qizhou literary circles will not be ashamed!

In the future, you can also say to the outside world:

It's not that we can't do it in Qizhou, it's not good in any continent that encounters "Water Tune Song Head"!

Of course, the premise of the success of this strategy is that "Water Tune Song Head" should be really invincible in the Mid-Autumn Festival!

Belch......

It doesn't seem to need to be blown.

That's just the way it is.

And with Hu Wei and Shi Yun singing and harmonizing, the literati present finally realized something, and they all bowed to Lin Zhibai:

"Mr. Lin is talented!"

"This poem really convinces me!"

"I didn't expect that tonight, all of us are stars as a foil, and only Mr. Lin is the only moon."

"This is called the Stars and the Moon!"

"I think Mr. Lin, the first talent of the young generation in Qinzhou, can remove the word [young generation]."

"Agreed!"

"Mr. Lin will be our best friend in the Qizhou literary world in the future!"

"Coming and going!"

"We in the Qizhou literary world will always welcome Mr. Lin!"

Lin Zhibai was dazed, and he didn't know if it was the problem of the wine or the problem of these people, his body shook again, but when he saw Hu Wei's arrow step, he actually pushed away Jiang Shourang, who wanted to help him, and personally supported himself.

"Thank you......"

"What do you say, thank you, I thought that Mr. Lin also had a bad relationship with the Qinzhou literary circle, so I simply joined our Qizhou literary circle and became the honorary president of the Writers' Association?"

Lin Zhibai: "? ”

I, a Qinzhou person, should be the president of your Qizhou literary circle?

Although he is the honorary president, he always feels that Hu Wei has made a decision that goes against his ancestors.

(End of chapter)