I am gradually omniscient in the heavens

Chapter 152 Poetry
Guo Baokun and the others didn't turn around when they heard Fan Xian's words, and immediately said, "Fan Xian, why are you so vulgar!"

He Zongwei also interjected from the side, "Fan Xian, why are you like this?"

Before He Zongwei finished speaking, the voice of the eldest son Li Hongcheng came from behind him.

"The two of you calm down first."

Hearing this, the two quickly turned around and saluted.

I heard Li Hongcheng say: "Since it is a poetry meeting, it is better to meet friends through poetry."

Seeing Li Hongcheng approaching, Fan Xian hurriedly asked, "My lord, do you know a girl with a chicken leg?"

These words directly confused Li Hongcheng, and asked, "What do you like to take?"

Fan Xian repeated the question again: "Chicken legs are chicken legs."

Li Hongcheng had no idea what Fan Xian was talking about, but after some self-understanding, he thought that Fan Xian wanted chicken legs for lunch, so he said, "It will be prepared for lunch."

Then he looked at everyone standing and said, "Everyone, take your seats first."

Then left.

After everyone sat down, He Zongwei spoke up.

"What His Royal Highness said is that since literati are fighting each other, they should fight with poetry."

Fan Xian said disdainfully: "What's the comparison, you will definitely lose."

Guo Baokun heard the words and said mockingly: "What a big tone."

Fan Xian didn't say a word and sighed.

Seeing this, Guo Baokun thought Fan Xian was being cowardly, and hurriedly chased after him, "Fan Xian, if you dare not compete with me, I won't make things difficult for you, just kneel down and admit your mistake."

Fan Xian didn't want to talk to Guo Baokun, but he still said, "Should I stop talking, you must be the loser."

Guo Baokun was very disdainful when he heard the words.

Said: "Absurd, what do you think you are? Everyone in the poetry world?"

Fan Xian said after hearing the words: "Then tell me, how do you compare?"

Hearing this, Guo Baokun stood up, walked to the entrance of the hall, and then walked step by step, and finally walked ten steps, then saluted Li Hongcheng and said: "His Royal Highness, ten steps to this point, this point to write, recite it aloud, Let everyone judge the winner or loser. Is it possible?"

Li Hongcheng was also interested, and said, "It's wonderful, let's start."

Immediately, Li Hongcheng ordered someone to bring the table, paper and pens.

Then, I heard Guo Baokun continue to say: "But there must be a time limit, why not let the moonlight fall as the limit, and whoever writes the best poem in the end will win."

Hearing this, Fan Xian said, "Don't bother. No matter how many poems you write, I will only write one poem. As long as you can write poems that compare with this one, you will be considered winners."

Guo Baokun couldn't help saying: "Arrogance!"

He Zongwei also laughed and said, "One poem is enough to win? Hahaha, Mr. Fan, do you think Mr. Guo and I will be so vulnerable?"

Guo Baokun also laughed and said: "Countrysiders, you can only write one poem."

Fan Xian said expressionlessly, "Then invite you first."

Hearing this, Guo Baokun saluted Li Hongcheng and said, "Then I'll come first."

As he spoke, he walked to the starting point, and just after taking two steps, inspiration came and he wrote the poem on paper.

After finishing writing, he walked up to Fan Xian and read: "The clouds are clear and the tower is heavy with dew, and the jade boat outlines the brocade wind. The rising smoke covers the sky, and a little bit of writing reflects the dying lamp."

After Guo Baokun finished reading his poem, there was a burst of praise.

Zhang Hao took a look at the handwriting of Mr. Guo, and found that although this poem is not very good, the writing is okay. Of course, if the writing is not good, it cannot be compiled in the palace.

When He Zongwei waited until the praises of the crowd stopped, he also praised a few words.

But Fan Xian spoke at this moment: "It's not right, let's not talk about that, the whole article is full of rhetoric, without any intention."

Hearing this, He Zongwei stood up, and then took out his old work when he left his hometown.

I heard He Zongwei read: "Looking at the cloudy sky bank in the east, wearing white clothes and stepping on the frost and cold, Mo Dao is far away alone, and there are green mountains to see you off."

As soon as the poem was finished, the applause grew louder.

When Zhang Hao heard this poem, he also nodded. This poem is obviously better than Guo Baokun's by more than one grade.

Looking east to the cloud bank: looking to the east, the sky and the land seem to be integrated into one.

Walking in the frost and cold in white clothes: I walked to the distance in the frost of late autumn alone in white clothes, not caring about the coolness of late autumn.

Mo Dao is far away alone: ​​Although he is going to a distant place alone, he is not lonely.

There are green hills to see you off: the green hills on the road seem to be the friends who see me off.

This poem does not say what to do in a distant place, study, travel or official career, it is not clearly stated, but combined with He Zongwei's encounter, it should refer to seeking fame and fame from his hometown to Kyoto.

The whole poem uses Jing Yanzhi to express the poet's open-minded and optimistic attitude of not being afraid of the difficult journey, and shows his strong confidence in this trip.Based on this poem, it is not in vain that He Zongwei won the reputation of a talented scholar in Kyoto.

It's a pity that this He Zongwei has long since lost the spirit he had when he first left home, and now he has become a follower of power.

After listening to the poem, Fan Xian commented: "When I wrote this poem, I was a bit arrogant. Did you ever think at that time that you are now someone else's servant, flattering you for survival?"

Hearing this, He Zongwei immediately replied: "Mr. Fan's tongue is like a sword, I wonder if he can write good poems?"

Hearing this, Fan Xian stood up, walked to the table in the middle, picked up a pen and was about to write.

This Li Hongcheng had a crush on Fan Ruoruo, thinking that Fan Xian might still be his big brother-in-law in the future, he immediately said, "Brother Fan, you can make a poem in ten steps, don't you think about it?"

Fan Xian didn't find his chicken-legged girl, and immediately said: "I didn't find the person I was looking for, I'm in a bad mood, so just write."

Then he turned around again and said to He Zongwei and Guo Baokun: "You two, I will make a bet with you, after I finish writing this poem, if you can write better ones, I will never write any more poems in the future." ,how?"

Hearing this, Guo Baokun immediately said that if he lost, he would stop writing poems in the future.

Fan Xian squatted down and wrote on the paper:

The sky was scorching and the ape wailed, and Zhu Qingsha and white birds flew back.

The endless fall of the trees, the endless Yangtze River rolling in.

Wandering With Melancholy, a century on stage alone and sick.

Hard hatred Fanshuang temples, knocked down the new cup of turbidity.

Poems are good poems, but the characters are a bit difficult to describe in words. Regarding this, Zhang Hao also told Fan Xian before that taking the time to practice calligraphy is also cultivating the mind.But Fan Xian didn't care, he still went his own way.In the end, Zhang Hao didn't care anymore.

And when this poem came out, there was an uproar in the hall. Of course it is a good poem, it is simply a good poem.

After Fan Xian finished writing, he stood up and said, "I've finished writing, you two can use whatever you want, as long as you can be better than me, I will never write poems in the future, please go ahead."

(End of this chapter)