The Qinhuai River is calm and calm, but there is an undercurrent surging in the painting boat, everyone present clapped their hands and applauded loudly, urging Wangsongbai to come to one, in fact, they still have a little disbelief and contempt for him in their hearts, the literati have been jealous of each other since ancient times, and the people of Chang'an often look down on the local border towns.

At this moment, I saw Songbai stand up, although he was smiling on the surface, and he congratulated him repeatedly, but his heart was sneering again and again, and he wished that this person was a person who had gained a false reputation and deceived the world, if this was the case, in this way, he could also have one less powerful opponent in the Chang'an examination room, after all, the imperial court only recruited the top three, and one less person was strong, so he would increase his chances of winning, but then he saw that he was long and jade, as if he was confident, and his heart couldn't help but drum up.

Wang Songbai was not in a hurry to speak after standing up, first bent down and made a gesture to the left and right, and then took a deep breath, his eyes closed slightly, and when others saw this, he only thought that he was brewing emotions, after all, this poem is not as good as boxing, and when he said it, where did he know that he was actually waiting for Fu Jingnian's news.

Half of Fu Jingnian's body was already hidden in the shadows, but now when he looks at Songbai like this, he has blocked a lot, and he can only vaguely see a white dress and black hair.

Fu Jingnian's lips opened lightly, Donkey Kong completed his cultivation, and his voice was extremely low, and it came into his ears, "Brother Yi, don't panic, wait for me to say a word, and you will say a word." ”

Wang Songbai nodded quietly, opened his eyes, and said calmly: "Let's start." ”

"Waves and Sands, Rain Outside the Curtain"

Everyone in the audience immediately put away their thoughts and sat down.

"The rain is murmuring outside the curtain, and the spring is beautiful. Luo Ji is not tolerant of the five colds. In my dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for joy. Fu Jing muttered in a young voice.

Wang Songbai was stunned when he heard this, and immediately followed aloud: "The rain is murmuring outside the curtain, and the spring is beautiful." Luo Ji was impatient with the five watches, he didn't know that he was a guest in his dream, and he didn't know that he was a guest in his dream. ”

One sentence out, everyone present suddenly had a flash of essence in their eyes, and took a deep breath, everyone present is a person with profound literary skills, just hearing this, they have already noticed the far-reaching meaning of this poem.

The last film uses flashbacks, first writing about waking up from a dream and then writing in a dream, a sentence in a dream that pulls people back to reality without knowing that they are guests, and the dream of the fifth watch, the thin Luo Ji can't stop the invasion of the morning cold. Outside the painting boat, there is a continuous spring rain, a lonely and scattered remnant spring, and the sense of misery described in the previous sentence makes people depressed and unable to talk about themselves.

The artistic conception of this poem naturally and unobtrusively transforms from a murmuring stream to a mountain stream, which directly turns the entire artistic conception of the first half of the poem into a sorrow about the moon that cannot sleep.

The sound of the guzheng was deep and deep, and the river of Qinhuai flowed slowly.

Since the unification of the Six Kingdoms by the Great Qin, the development of poetry and literature, there are many works with far-reaching artistic conception, but at this time, many poetic works are often on the road of exhaustive resignation and complex changes. But the artistic conception can reach this level in front of you is very few, this artistic conception with the change of the poem all the way to expand, partial and lightweight, natural, just a little up, this word of everyone's spirit has been revealed.

Wangsongbai paused, looked up at the group of talented people below, and then continued to read the next rhyme.

"Alone without the railing, infinite rivers and mountains, sometimes easy to see and sometimes difficult. ”

This sentence came out, everyone present suddenly changed their faces, if it was to depict sorrow before, then this sentence is to say the reason why sorrow, "Alone without the column, infinite rivers and mountains, it is easy to see when it is difficult to see." "It's really bold, this is a poem of missing the homeland, walking up to the attic alone, patting all over the railing without a word, can only look at the distance in a daze, nostalgic for the infinite rivers and mountains that once had, the heart is filled with infinite sadness, the low and sad tone of this word, revealing the endless thoughts of the homeland

The lights in the painting boat are on and off, and everyone here looks at the pines and cypresses with complicated eyes.

Fu Jingnian pondered for a long time, and after a while, he slowly closed his eyes and said softly: "The flowing water falls and the flowers go in spring, and the sky is in the sky." ”

Wang Songbai seemed to understand something, glanced at the white-clothed man behind him from the corner of his eye, and then chanted: "The flowing water and the flowers are gone, and the sky is in."

This last sentence suddenly brought the sorrow of this word to the extreme, but vaguely, in the irretrievable helplessness of the homeland, there was something new, that is, a kind of thriving firmness.

Quiet.

Absolute stillness.

Only the guzheng under the fingers of the singer was left to chant slowly, and the thick and hoarse voice roared around the beams in everyone's hearts, like a giant hammer smashing, until the strings were suddenly broken, making a sharp and piercing sound, and everyone present looked at the pine and cypress silently and complexly as if they had just woken up from a dream.

"Brother Wang, Fang admires. ”

"Brother Wang, Wang admires. ”

"Brother Wang, Zhang admires. ”

Suddenly, after the first person got up and bent over, the audience was in an uproar, and the voices of admiration came and went. ”

Li Yu's face was gloomy, he was silent and did not speak, poured himself a drink, after a cup of tea, he reached out to fill a cup, drank it all but swallowed it, let the tea spread in his mouth, and gradually turned into bitterness, this bitterness is not the bitterness of being destined to shine tonight and steal his limelight, but the bitterness of his recollection of his own people who are also dead.

Wangsongbai grinned, his life's wish, is like this, admired and praised, although he knows in his heart that all this does not belong to his own, but for some reason, his heart is like being coated with honey, so sweet.

He walked up to Li Yu and said with a big tongue: "Brother Li, you can also have a song." ”

Li Yu put down the teacup, barely squeezed out a smile on his face, and waved his hand: "That's it, Brother Wang's literary brilliance is far-reaching, Li Yu is far inferior, Fang Cai still has the heart of comparison, but it is also gone at this moment, and now it is said that the head is undoubtedly your brother Wang." ”

Wang Songbai hurriedly said that he didn't dare to dare, and then he didn't entangle, so he was going to look for Fu Jingnian, and when he turned his head to look, where was the person still there, but he didn't know when he left.

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