0155. Beauty Poem

Soon, more than a dozen people went up one after another and wrote their own poems on the desk. However, their quality was not as good as that of the madman before. Instead of gaining fame, they attracted ridicule from others and made others laugh. With a disgraced look on his face, he retreated dejectedly.

None of the poems written by these dozen people could be selected for hanging. They were all regarded as waste paper, crumpled up and thrown into the wastebasket aside.

About a stick of incense later, another person who looked like a businessman from other places wrote a beautiful poem, which was quite artistic. Although it was not as good as the beauty poem written by the unscrupulous madman, it was still catchy, so it was praised. It was selected and hung high on the second floor.

The foreign businessman was overjoyed.

The unkempt madman snorted coldly and said without any concealment: "Being with you has violated my Song Qingfei's [Beautiful Words]..."

The out-of-town businessman was stunned and his face became embarrassed.

These are all minor episodes.

After a while, more than 20 poems were eliminated.

Lin Qiushui, the chief of Hanshan Academy, stood up, smiled slightly, came to the desk with an arrogant expression, picked up his pen, and started writing with flying colors.

Many people's eyes fell on the desk.

The literary name of the chief disciple of Hanshan Academy is quite powerful.

But I saw Lin Qiushui writing on the paper: "The old city is surrounded by mountains, and the rain hits Chang'an and returns lonely. The old moon is woven in the east, and it is still over the high wall late at night." After writing, he smiled slightly, full of character, but Waiting for the poem reviewer Mamasang to speak, he walked straight towards the selected table.

"Good poem."

"There are no women's words in the whole article, but the daughter's thoughts are vividly written on the page. Senior Brother Lin's poetry skills are already very good."

"Haha, once this poem comes out, it will definitely be the leader tonight. It suits the occasion."

There was a sound of praise all around, and the other disciples of Hanshan Academy took on the role of praise well and praised him profusely.

Li Mu didn't have a deep knowledge of poetry, and he didn't have a deep understanding of the history of Chang'an City, but he could roughly tell that this poem was indeed good. The chief of Fang Academy still had some skills.

Sure enough, this poem was selected as a result of the poetry review.

Lin Qiushui was very proud.

Just then, a sneer sounded. Liu Muyang, the chief of Fengming Academy, stood up and said, "Nothing." He strode to the desk, picked up his pen and started writing. It was a poem with a completely different style. Said: In the quiet night, the courtyard gate is half-closed, and the beauties stand side by side in the moon pavilion. He wanted to talk about the affairs of his boudoir, but the maid in front did not dare to say anything.

As soon as the poem came out, the scholars of Fengming Academy started to cheer loudly, and their consciousness of praise was no weaker than that of the people of Hanshan Academy before. There were also some people around who were praising loudly.

This is a poem called "Beauty at Half Moon", which is full of imagery. Unlike Lin Qiushui's poem that does not mention the word "female" but expresses the thoughts of a daughter, Liu Muyang's poem clearly depicts a beautiful woman standing under the moon. The lovesickness that makes you want to talk about your thoughts but is still shy is vividly described.

Two poems, two styles.

After Liu Muyang finished writing, he glanced at Lin Qiushui with a provocative smile, and walked directly towards the selected seats.

Sure enough, Mamasang later announced the results of the poetry review, and this poem was also selected.

After that, dozens more people presented poems one after another, but the level was really uneven. Everyone in Hua Xiang Rong on the third floor did not even participate in the poetry review. It was several mothers from Wen Shengzhai who made the poems. During the selection, five poems were reluctantly selected, which were temporarily selected and hung up.

This is because the poems written by the madman named Song Qingfei, and later by Lin Qiushui and Liu Muyang, have raised the overall level of tonight's poems. They are considered to be the best in the world, and they are indeed good in writing. Those who come after them, Even if she performs at a super level, it is difficult to satisfy the audience, especially Wen Shengzhai's Mama Sang. They are all beauties with extremely good poetry skills. Naturally, their poetry criticism is extremely fair. Some people who still want to give it a try will also I don’t dare to go up and show off my shame anymore.

In the end, ten poems were supposed to be selected to enter the finals, but only nine were selected, leaving no one with no poems to be selected.

The scene became a little deserted.

"Young Master, why don't you compose a poem and show off your talent?" Zheng Cunjian 'encouraged' Li Mu intentionally or unintentionally, saying: "With your talent, I will definitely win the first prize in one fell swoop, and I won't let these local chickens and dogs get complacent."

He said this in a loud voice.

Immediately, many people in the hall heard it and turned to look.

Mama Sang, whom Bai Xuan had warned before, cast her eyes on Li Mu, walked over with a smile, and said, "Why don't you show off your poetry, Master?" This was a kind intention and a kind reminder. According to Bai Xuan's previous warning, even if Li Mu couldn't write any good poems, he could still be shortlisted to fill the last spot, which was a silent and secret favor for Li Mu.

But others don't think so.

The scholars from Fengming Academy and Hanshan Academy were the first to laugh and boo.

"Since you're here, I'll give you a chance to write poetry on stage." Lin Qiushui looked gloating.

Liu Muyang also squinted his eyes and said: "Yes, little guy, I'll give you a chance to show yourself. Haha, don't worry. Even if your writing is poor, no one will laugh at you, because no one will hold you back." I’m looking forward to it, haha!”

This remark caused another round of laughter.

Many people are waiting to see Li Mu's excitement, and some people sympathize with him. The poor little guy is unlucky to have offended the scholars of the two major academies tonight, and is destined to become a joke tonight.

The disciples from Tianjian Martial Arts Hall who were sitting at the same table with Li Mu even made no secret of their gloating, slapping the table and laughing.

However, Li Mu looked calm and nodded to the mother-sang, saying: "That's fine. There are no tigers in the mountains and monkeys are kings... It's also good to write a poem and visit a town."

He went straight to the desk.

At this moment, the laughter around them stopped.

Many eyes were on Li Mu, but they didn't expect that this poor boy would actually dare to go on stage to compose poems, and also dare to say such arrogant words.

Lin Qiushui and Liu Muyang were startled for a moment before snorting coldly.

But Song Qingfei, the slovenly madman, looked dismissive. He couldn't stand it the most when others were even crazier than him.

Only Zheng Cunjian was curious in his heart, what kind of poems would this abandoned son, whom the prefect Li Gang called golden scales, write this time.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Li Mu took up his pen and started writing.

On Earth, in primary school and junior high school, schools require students to practice calligraphy with a brush. Li Mu has a solid foundation in calligraphy, and he follows the old master to perform rituals everywhere. Many things require writing with a brush. , Li Mu's small regular script is very good, and he was once praised by the old master. Although the writing in this world is not the same as that on the earth, it is generally similar. Therefore, after Li Mu adapted, the handwriting he wrote can be regarded as quite good. Not bad.

The first sentence he wrote on the paper was 'There is a beautiful woman in Chang'an. ’

As soon as this sentence came out, there was a burst of laughter. Lin Qiushui, Liu Muyang and Song Qingfei also had contempt on their faces. Such a simple and almost vernacular sentence could be written by ten scholars. Coming out, it is simply difficult to reach the elegant hall. At this level, it is really vulnerable.

Mama Sang, who suggested that Li Mu write a poem, also had a look of disappointment on his face. He thought to himself that he had made a mistake and should not have made such a suggestion. Instead, he embarrassed the young man by waiting on stage.

However, when Li Mu wrote the second sentence, most of the laughter in the audience immediately disappeared.

What he wrote was: Peerless and independent.

As soon as this sentence came out, there seemed to be a kind of magical power. All of a sudden, the previous sentence, which was straightforward and simple, became full of meaning and flavor, giving people an infinitely empty and rich association, especially the word Jue , and the word "independence" is the most subtle.

Then Li Mu continued to write: A glance at the charming city...

The expressions on the faces of Lin Qiushui, Liu Muyang and Song Qingfei suddenly became serious.

The better your literary talent, the more you will be able to appreciate the overwhelming charm of these three sentences that have been written.

By this time, all the laughter in the hall had disappeared.

Li Mu finished the next sentence slowly: Looking back at Qingren Country again...

Then, there is the last sentence: I would rather not know a beautiful city or a beautiful country. Beautiful women are rare to find.

After finishing writing, Li Mu did not follow the example of the previous people and throw the pen on the ground. Instead, he gently placed the pen on the pen holder. He smiled at Ma Sang, the poetry critic next to him who was completely stunned, and said: "This Can this poem by a beautiful woman be selected?"

"Ah? Oh, this... ok, ok, come here, copy the poem quickly so that everyone can take a look." The mother who had previously invited Li Mu to write a poem on stage immediately said with great joy.

She has already seen that this poem is definitely a famous poem that can be sung all over the world.

Immediately, a maid copied the poem and sent it to the third floor.

By this time, the poem had spread throughout the hall.

"There is a beautiful woman in Chang'an, who is peerless and independent. She looks at the Qingren city and then the Qingren country. She would rather not know the Qingcheng and the Qingguo. It is hard to find a beautiful woman again."

This poem has a unique genre, but its meaning is as sweet and pure as fine wine. It can be said that it writes about the beauty of a beautiful woman to the extreme. How many beauties can there be in the world who are charming the city and the country? Using such words, no matter it is It is used to describe any woman, and it is enough to make this woman famous all over the world overnight.

This poem is not cumbersome and elaborate, and the wording is simple and straightforward, but it has the power to touch people's hearts. It is definitely a famous poem that will be sung all over the world. There is no doubt that it will spread throughout Chang'an City.

As for Liu Muyang, Lin QiuShui and Song Qingfei, the expressions on their faces were completely stiff at this time. They could not imagine that this poor boy whom they ridiculed and despised could actually write a song that could be sung all over the world. A famous piece that will last forever, this poem can definitely kill their works instantly.

Damn it, why did this happen?

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