Xiaosheng is not a nerd

Chapter 51 Thought can go further
Lu Shiju responded: "I now know that the body is trapped in flesh and blood, but the mind can go farther. Just now I gave Qin Lou to Japan..."

Tantai Wenwang supported Lu Shiju and walked a few steps, Lu Shiju raised his hand and said: "Brother Tantai, it's all right, come here."

Lu Shiju walked in front of Xie Fu, and suddenly knelt down, "Brother Xie, please accept my knee! What are the last two sentences!"

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In the room, Huayin's wife, Mudan, was reading the poems of those sons and brothers. As a famous actress in Qinlou, this kind of thing was already commonplace for her.

This time, as the supervisor of the Poetry Contest, he was entrusted by Chen Duzhi, and Chen Duzhi would naturally do this to appease those sons and prevent them from causing trouble outside for a post.

The peonies are passed one by one, there is no so-called reading, this poem and so on, I am bored and tired of reading too much, let alone just going through the motions.

However, there were two poems that made Mudan pause for a while, and she put them aside after looking at them for a while. It seemed that these two poems were already candidates for the top spot.

He Er asked: "Miss, are these two poems well written?"

Mudan smiled lightly and said, "I didn't expect there to be a real talent among this group of young masters." She has read thousands of poems, which is already a compliment, and these two poems are obviously more than one step above others.

Peony read two poems lightly while speaking, and when she saw the last one, she became absorbed in herself, staring at the paper for a long time without saying a word.

At this moment, Chen Qinglan passed by the door, but didn't come in. He just stood at the door and said hello: "Peony, I'm going out."

Chen Qinglan was about to leave after speaking, but Mudan beckoned: "Sister Qinglan, here is a poem, come and help me read it."

Chen Qinglan walked in and asked curiously, "Is there any masterpiece that makes it difficult for you to choose?"

Peony smiled and said, "You read this poem before you talk about it."

Chen Qinglan was about to take over the reading, but Mudan withdrew her hand and said instead: "You should read these two poems first. These three poems make it difficult for me to decide who is the first."

Chen Qinglan said with a smile: "It's a strange thing that this group of ignorant young masters can stump you."

Chen Qinglan carefully read these two poems, but didn't spend too much time. You can hear dozens of poems like this at a poetry recital, and said lightly, "Let me see the third one."

Mudan smiled and said, "Sister Qinglan, how about talking about these two poems first?"

Chen Qinglan replied with two words: "It's rare."

Peony smiled and said, "That's all right?"

Chen Qinglan smiled and said, "How could it be bad to pick out the tall ones from the short ones."

Peony asked: "What's the good thing?"

Chen Qinglan said calmly: "The rhetoric is gorgeous, the confrontation is neat, the selection is elegant, and every word is full of images."

Mudan smiled and asked again: "Sister Qinglan, according to what you see, can these two poems be rated as masterpieces?"

Chen Qinglan was rather curious, wondering why Peony asked this, whether it was a good work or not, don't you have any idea, and smiled slightly: "Peony, what do you mean?"

Mudan smiled and said, "I just want to hear Sister Qinglan's advice."

Chen Qinglan smiled and said: "In normal times, these two poems can be regarded as middle-of-the-road works, but they are written by those young masters, but they can be rated as above-average."

Mudan said "Oh", "Sister Qinglan, after boasting so much, it is considered a masterpiece."

Chen Qinglan smiled and said: "There are many advantages, but there are also many shortcomings. First, the rhetoric is gorgeous but too much. Second, the words are full of scenes and images but have no meaning. Third, although the old woman can explain it, it has no aftertaste. There is this Three lacks, definitely not a masterpiece.”

Mudan giggled and said, "It seems that Sister Qinglan's requirements are quite high. Fortunately, tonight's Saishi will not be your supervisor, otherwise the title will be empty."

Chen Qinglan said with a smile: "A good poem depends not only on the author's talent, but also on the author's vision and mind. , How can you make a masterpiece, but these require profound life experience and great ambitions, to make a masterpiece, it is embarrassing for those young masters.”

Mudan smiled and said: "I understand, I understand, why don't you write a masterpiece now, Sister Qinglan, so that my little sister can understand it more thoroughly."

Chen Qinglan said, "I'm good at criticizing poems, but I'm only good at it. If I get it, I can't make a good one."

Peony sighed: "It seems that the poetry competition tonight has disappointed you and me."

"It's a surprise, or a disappointment, that these sons and brothers can have such a level." Chen Qinglan said with a smile: "Besides, there is a third song."

Mudan said softly: "I'm afraid I will disappoint you, Sister Qinglan."

"Disappointment is not disappointment, let's talk after watching."

Peony handed over the third poem, with a weird smile on her lips. Chen Qinglan read the first two sentences: "The black shadows are reflected in the neon clothes building, and the fragrance of clothes is as light as it is." After that, she looked at Peony in astonishment.

Peony giggled and asked, "Do you have an image?"

Chen Qinglan replied: "Yes!"

Peony asked again: "Is there any artistic conception?"

This time, Chen Qinglan didn't answer immediately, but she muttered the reading. At the first reading, there was an image that an old woman could understand. The Qin Building under the dark night was brightly lit, and the laughter in the building was sweet. Scenery, but this scene is unpredictable for a while, it seems unreasonable and reasonable, it seems invisible and it seems to have shape...

"Sister Qinglan." Peony prodded, and Chen Qinglan came back to her senses, and replied: "It's delicious, chewing and chewing, it's just..." He said but remained silent, falling into the taste again, there was a kind of language Feelings that cannot be expressed.

Peony smiled and said: "When I read the first two sentences, I am as puzzled as you are, Sister Qinglan. The four words reflected in the dark night make me rack my brains, like solving a riddle. If there are only these two sentences, I'm afraid I'm going to lose my head, but fortunately, the last two sentences have solved the mystery."

Chen Qinglan heard the words, and hurriedly read the next two sentences: "It's not the fairy king who walks like a cicada, Ling Xiao goes straight to Wushuang."

Chen Qinglan finished reading, "Ah!", and said with emotion: "What a fairy king, who walks like a cicada, and who goes straight up to Wushuang. He is both immortal and human. Standing in the humble place of Qin Lou, the sight in his eyes And it is heaven and earth."

Mudan listened to Chen Qinglan's high praise, and her emotions were also affected. She was moved and said, "Sister Qinglan, how about this poem?"

Chen Qinglan said directly: "The meaning is not revealed, the layout is charming and magnificent, and it is a rare masterpiece."

Peony smiled and said: "When I first read this poem, I was immediately moved. The more I read it, the more I was shocked. When did such a person appear among these young masters? Putting this poem on a celebrity is probably a stroke of genius. "

Chen Qinglan said in a deep voice: "What a unparalleled place. This Qinlou vulgar place is so unparalleled. It is a place where ordinary people have fun. How can it attract immortals to come in person? It is highly praised. Excessive praise makes people feel sorry. Unparalleled..." Chen Qinglan began to chew slowly as he spoke.

After a while, Chen Qinglan suddenly returned to his senses and said with a smile: "I'm afraid you and I are too superficial to truly comprehend the author's true feelings."

(End of this chapter)