On August 15, the night of the full moon, a major event in the northern literary circle, the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting of Guyunfeng finally kicked off - in fact, on the same night, poetry meetings of different scales were held in other places. But in terms of momentum, compared to the level, in the huge northern region, there is no poetry club that can be compared with Guyun Peak.

Guanchen Academy, Tiangu Academy, and Baishui Academy, the three major officials and students gathered together to gather Guyun Peak, and this level alone is enough to be proud.

It can be said that the young talents in the north are basically in Guyun Peak.

Guyun Peak, located fifteen miles south of Jizhou, stands on the bank of the Tongjiang River. The peak is large and high, and the peak is completely flat. It is planned as a wide square that can accommodate hundreds of people gathering.

There is a myth that this peak was originally extremely sharp, but a hundred years ago, there were Shushan swordsmen who traveled here, rose and drew their swords, and cut off the peak, so as to form the current appearance.

Thinking back to the past, a sword cut the mountain, how heroic the swordsman was!

At dusk, the square is bustling with market information. Looking down from the sky, you can clearly see that the square layout is divided into five parts.

Three of them, of course, are where the students of the three major academies are located, and the other is provided to the rich and noble families who come to watch, the ordinary people, where can they have this leisure to climb the mountain to appreciate the poems?

These rich and noble families also include Qinglou singers, etc., who also belong to the main audience.

The last place is the government and the exclusive use of the judges, which happens to be located at the top and dominates the overall situation. A snow-white tent is very chic and built in the corner, which has the meaning of dust.

At the door of the tent, there is a bearded giant man, like an iron tower, with sharp eyes, looking around the left and right, looking like no one can enter.

Indeed, no one dared to enter, even those exclusive officials did not dare to come easily, obviously very in awe of the owner of the tent.

As night approached, bonfires began to be lit and lanterns began to be raised, illuminating the vast square.

The noise, laughter, chanting, and shouting are intertwined to form a sea of sounds.

It's a lively and joyful world!

The earth is vast, but there are people who are far away from the hustle and bustle, and in their own small world, with loneliness as a companion.

As soon as there was a babbling sound, Ye Junsheng, who was a little tired, opened the door, and suddenly heard the sound of laughter like silver bells coming from the backyard. The pig demon was lying on the side, his eyes were rolling around, staring at the three boxes of dough cakes on the table, his mouth watering.

The so-called dough cake is the moon cake of later generations, but it is quite different in the preparation method.

Ye Junsheng was stunned: "Didn't you say that you were going to Guyun Peak to watch the poetry meeting?" Refining the treasure seal, he devoted himself to it, but he didn't pay much attention to the outside world.

Ye Junmei grinned: "Brother, you didn't participate, so what else is there to see?"

Jiang Jing'er said: "That's it." His eyes looked at Ye Junsheng curiously, and found that he really couldn't see through him.

It should be said that from the first meeting between the two, he was confused. Ye Junsheng's whole body seemed to be wrapped in a layer of mist, uncovering a layer, another layer, and never seeing it through.

"The white-faced scholar is just my superficial image, but in fact, I am a very capable man!"

Inexplicably remembered the words that Ye Junsheng said with a hippie smile when he carried the tiger that day, or he could be summarized in this way.

Ye Junsheng scratched his head: "I'm sorry, because of me, I ruined your interest." ”

Ye Jun stuck out his tongue with his eyebrows: "Brother, what are you talking about? Today is a great day for family reunion, and you will be with us no matter what. Sister Jiang didn't go back to Pengcheng in order to accompany me. ”

Jiang Jing'er puffed out her cheeks and said, "I'm too lazy to run around." ”

Ye Junsheng laughed, washed his face first, and then came over and sat down, pouring a cup of hot tea in front of him.

Jiang Jing'er couldn't bear it after all, and asked, "Stay...... Why don't you participate in the poetry meeting?" When the words came out, some inappropriate names were held back, and it was okay to call them a few times in secret, but it was not good to call them out in front of them.

If Ye Junsheng is a nerd, then aren't they all fools?

Ye Junsheng spread his hands: "Because I don't have time." ”

Jiang Jing'er couldn't help but roll her eyes: This is almost the same as not saying it...... Having said that, what is Ye Junsheng messing around in the room all day long?

"What are you up to?"

Ye Junsheng blinked and asked, "Can you keep a secret!"

Hearing this, even Ye Junmei pricked up his ears and shouted in unison with Jiang Jing'er: "I can keep secrets the most." ”

After speaking, they looked at each other, giggled, and then stared at Ye Junsheng's mouth again.

Ye Junsheng took a sip of tea slowly, and said with a smile: "That's great, I'm also very good at keeping secrets." ”

The two girls were stunned for a moment, and only after a moment did they realize that they had been tricked by him, Ye Jun pouted: "Brother, you are too bad." ”

"Jun Mei, let's pinch him!"

Jiang Jing'er's pungent temperament surged, and she really came over to pinch Ye Junsheng's arm, and Ye Junmei assisted in outflanking him from the other side.

"Hey, men and women don't kiss...... It's okay to kiss it, but you can't pinch it. ”

Ye Junsheng couldn't resist it, and hurriedly begged for mercy - it seems that he hasn't been so relaxed for a long time, and he can't always live too tired in life.

Stealing half a day of leisure is happiness.

...... "When the time comes, the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry will officially begin!"

With Li Yifeng's announcement, this year's Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Conference has entered the review stage - a total of six judges, but two from each of the three major state capitals of Jizhou, Rongzhou, and Xiazhou, all of whom are famous Confucian figures.

The poetry club belongs to the competition in its bones, but it is quite loose in form, almost a game, very comfortable, and it is impossible to compare with the formal imperial examination, where the candidates nest in the lattice and cannot move when eating, drinking, and lazing.

At this moment, on Guyun Peak, everyone can move freely, to put it bluntly, it is to eat, drink and have fun, and chant poetry.

Not surprisingly, the theme of this year's Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Conference is "Month", and the theme is very free, and poetry and songs can be used. In order to better measure the true level of an individual, each person can submit multiple works and choose the best. In principle, old works will not be accepted in the selection category.

The so-called "old work" does not refer to what has been done in advance, but to what has been made public. In other words, if it was written early but not published, it is not considered an old work.

There are many ways for the works of literati in this era to be published, such as being printed in a book, adapted and sung by singers, and inscribed in popular scenic spots.

These poems can no longer be used in poetry meetings.

At the beginning of the review, the students of the three major academies immediately began to submit their manuscripts, which were basically written in advance, and handed over to the judges' books like snowflakes, and soon piled up.

Because the Guyunfeng Poetry Club is mainly aimed at the students of the three major academies, and their personal level is quite basic, so there is no distinction between the primary and final selections, and they are all directly cross-reviewed by the six judges, and those who are not of good level will be eliminated on the spot.

And if the students have inspiration on the spot, write good poems, and continue to hand them in, this requires a higher level of personal talent.

As the saying goes, "Ten years of work off the stage, one minute on the stage", there are not enough catties and two, and it is difficult for the small universe to explode. If Cao Zijian has no real skills, how can he become a poem in seven steps?

As for the blunt writing, people are self-aware, but they will not hand it in at once, provoke the judges in vain, and leave a bad impression of being indiscriminate.

The circle of literati is so large, adjacent to each other, and there are many contacts. The six judges from the three major states and cities naturally know each other, but they just have a good relationship. However, at present, it is a competition between the three major government and schools, and everyone hopes that the talents in their hometown can be promoted, and the idea of competing with each other is inevitable.

"Hehe, Brother Yuan Qi, I heard that Ye Junsheng, a rookie from Guanchen Academy, didn't participate in this poetry meeting, it's a pity. ”

It was Yang Tianshou, a guest master from Rongzhou Tiangu Academy, who was talking about pity, but he was snickering in his heart.

In any case, Ye Junsheng's failure to participate is a big loss for Jizhou.

The corners of Huang Yuanqi's mouth twitched when he listened, he was surprised when he heard the news that Ye Junsheng would not participate in the poetry meeting, and he couldn't figure it out. But the wood was already in the boat, and it was useless to say more, so he said indifferently: "It's really a pity, maybe he has something personal, so he can't participate." ”

"On the occasion of May, this son's song "Nian Nujiao" was shocking and unbeatable. Could it be that he couldn't make good poems after that, so he hung up the card of exemption from war?"

Xu Ziqing from Xiazhou took the opportunity to stab him, and the implication was that Ye Junsheng "Jiang Lang was exhausted". Because the form of the poetry club is very free, even if Ye Junsheng doesn't have time to come to Guyun Peak in person, as long as he brings the works over.

Huang Yuanqi said: "Then you have to ask him personally." ”

At the Dao'an Poetry Conference, Ye Junsheng was born, and the song "Nian Nujiao" became popular, and it can be said that he became famous in one fell swoop. However, the controversy over the origin of this work has never subsided.

Now, Ye Junsheng does not participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Conference for no reason, and many public opinions of "revealing their true form" are very loud, faintly confirming the essence of Ye Junsheng's unworthy name, and even saying a lot of ugly words, speaking as a respected judge seems much more obscure.

Li Yifeng over there snorted and said with a smile: "Come or not, it belongs to personal freedom...... Let's not talk about this, hurry up and review, there seem to be a lot of good works, and look at this sentence 'The full moon is lacking, a little bit of memory lovesickness', lingering and graceful, and even has a wonderful meaning......"

With the vision and experience of the six elders, Ye Junsheng is indeed nothing, and the song "Nian Nujiao" with a vague origin is certainly a masterpiece, but it is impossible to make Ye Jun's life rise to a high position all of a sudden, which is just a topic.

So after revealing this layer, the six elders entered the state of review, and the comments were sufficient.

Bang bang bang!

However, fireworks were set off in the middle of the square, and it looked colorful and beautiful.

What a Mid-Autumn Night!

(To be continued)