Plane of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 64 Excellent, must be rated as excellent
With a smile on his face, Lynch looked around at the students in the hall, and then said to the admiral Xuezheng: "Brother Cui, come and give a speech."

Cui Shanfu waved his hand and said: "I am a guest today, this poem will be held by your Hangzhou mansion, so naturally you, the parent official, will deliver the speech."

Lynch no longer refused, and encouraged the students in the hall, hoping to produce some excellent works today, and also encouraged the students who took part in the provincial examination today, hoping to get a good result, and then announced the beginning of the poetry meeting.

A group of officials went upstairs, and there were no less than a hundred students in the hall at the moment, and it was so bustling. After a while, an official came down and stood in the hall and said loudly to the students: "The poetry meeting begins. Participants have a quarter of an hour. The poems will be judged by the adults, those who judge the best can enter the second floor, and those who judge the best can go directly to the third floor."

Qin Guan found that many people directly took out the poems and essays they had prepared from their bosoms and presented them to the official.

It seems that many people are really preparing in advance.

However, there were also people who wrote poems on the spot. Qin Guan found that Shen Yichen did not take out the poem from his arms, but stood up and walked to the copywriting. The Four Treasures of the Study had already been prepared there. in the hands of officials.

Time passed by, and finally everyone turned their eyes to Qin Guan.

Now Qin Guan has some talent and fame in Hangzhou City, especially these days, there are still people spreading the name of "Little Poetry Immortal" in the outside world, many people want to see what poems he will come up with this time, but People were a little surprised to find that Qin Guan hadn't moved yet.

Zheng Da was secretly worried about his friend, seeing Qin Guan not moving, thinking that he would not be able to think of any good poems for a while, so he whispered in Qin Guan's ear.

"Brother Qin, if you're not prepared, why don't you write it? If you write a random poem, you won't even be able to go up to the second floor. It will be even more embarrassing. If you don't write it, you can say that you didn't think well today, which is an excuse."

Qin Guan smiled and said to Zheng Da: "Brother Zheng, don't worry, I'm still somewhat prepared."

As he said that, he stood up, walked to the copywriting, wrote a poem with a pen, and delivered it to the official. The official nodded, took Qin Guan's poem, and asked everyone in the hall again, "Is there anyone else who wants to hand in the poem?" Is there a draft, if not, then I will hand it over to the adults upstairs for evaluation."

The students were silent, and the official went upstairs with a stack of poem manuscripts.

The students in the hall gradually started chatting again, but obviously, the relaxation just now was gone.

It seems that everyone is still very concerned about the results of the selection.

Mochizuki Tower, the third floor.

A group of officials circulated and commented on the poems of the students. Suddenly, Dr. Cheng said: "This poem is really good, I will read it to you." After finishing speaking, he read it aloud.

"A black magpie flying eastward and a swallow flying westward. Seeing each other in the same water for many years. The car is washed in a rush of rain. The sky turns back to the river and the river is slanted. The sorrow will last for thousands of years. We will see each other from a long distance. In the end, it will not be like the world. Turn back to Wanli Mountain."

After reading a word, everyone applauded.

"Well, the whole poem is really good."

"The opening sentence, 'A black magpie flies to the east and a swallow flies to the west. We will see each other for a long time' is a good line in Qixi Ci."

"We haven't seen each other for many years, so we can only weep across the river; when we meet at this time, it's natural to hate to see each other too late. I wrote about the taste of Qixi Festival."

"This poem should be rated as excellent."

Lin Zhifu and Cui Xuezheng are the hosts of this poetry meeting, and they also like this poem very much. Lin Qi took the poem and read it again, and directly rated it as excellent.

There are two kinds of results for poetry evaluation. Those who judge the best can go to the second floor, and those who judge the best can directly go to the third floor.In previous years, there were very few people who could be judged as excellent, which shows how difficult it is.As for those who do not comment, they are not even qualified to go to the second floor.

These officials are all scholars, and people like Cui Xuezheng and Lin Zhifu are all Jinshi backgrounds. They are good at poetry and have a good mouth. They are not really good poems and cannot be seen by these people.

Everyone has not finished thinking about this poem, Dr. Li said again: "I also have a poem here, I think it is not inferior to the one just now, or even better."

Everyone became interested, "Read and listen."

"It was misrepresented on the day of the good day. I am still a heartbroken fairy. The bridge is formed outside the star waves of the Hanzhu, and people are in front of the singing and dancing of the phoenix. The night is full of joy, and the years are gone. Don't be more happy than less. What a day. Love knows that this meeting will not last forever. Counting, the Liang Toad is not round yet."

As soon as Dr. Li finished reading, someone couldn't help saying: "In this partridge, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are called "the heartbroken fairy", which is really ingenious and appropriate."

Some people sighed: "Happy to the end of the night, don't wait for the year."Don’t have too much joy, but you can’t help it”! Cowherd and Weaver Girl look forward to a year before they can meet overnight. Even if you can have fun on the night of Qixi Festival, you can’t resist the pain of parting and lovesickness for 360 days. This is really helpless.”

"This poem is full of emotion and scenery, it is indeed a rare good poem."

"How does it compare to the one just now?"

"Well, I don't think they are equal."

"I do feel better."

Everyone discussed, and the poem was sent to Cui Xuezheng. After reading it, Cui Xuezheng's eyes lit up, and then he rolled up the manuscript of the poem calmly, and stuffed it into his sleeve under the surprised eyes of everyone.

Prefect Lin was sitting next to Cui Xuezheng, and was taken aback when he saw his action, "Brother Cui, what does this mean?"

Cui Xuezheng didn't show any embarrassment at all, and said solemnly, "Hehe, I think this poem is good, and I like calligraphy very much, so I plan to stay and taste it when I go back."

Li Tongpan, who had just read this poem, said with some annoyance: "Why didn't I think of putting it away directly, this poem is well written, but that calligraphy is even better, alas, let Brother Cui take the lead .”

Dr. Li, who was the first to see this poem, also said: "When I saw this poem just now, I also had the idea of ​​directly pocketing it."

Cui Shanfu laughed triumphantly when he saw the disappointed expressions of several people.

No one would consider this matter of literati as dirty, but as elegant.

"Then how should we judge this poem." Although Lynch was puzzled, it was not easy to argue with Cui Shanfu, and asked him directly about his judgment on this poem.

"Excellent, it must be judged excellent." Cui Shanfu said in an extremely affirmative tone.

Judging continues.

Not long after, a seven-character poem was picked out, "I don't know what it means to lead a cow, so I need to invite the Weaver Girl to play with a golden shuttle. Begging every year for cleverness in the world, I don't know that there are too many clevernesses in the world."

Everyone judged that although it was not as good as the two poems just now, it was well written and could be judged as excellent.

A total of 114 poems were collected this time, but only these three poems were judged as excellent, and the remaining 36 poems were rated as excellent works. These can be climbed to the second floor.

After the judging was over, Lynch ordered: "Read three excellent poems on the spot, and invite three students to go up to the third floor, and the other 36 people can go up to the second floor."

Those who stay on the first floor do not mean that they have no chance, they can still write poems, as long as they write well, they can still submit manuscripts, and they can go to the second floor in the next round, or even go straight to the third floor. not much.

(End of this chapter)