Yipin Tang

Chapter 11 Frontier Poetry

Wang Xiang came from behind and won the first place in the poem, and was regarded as a hero by the dandies in Chang'an City. Even the little girl who followed behind felt extremely proud. She raised her head like a proud peacock, and she was the one who won the first place in the poem. The young master of the family, even Chen Xiaobai, the head of the four great talents in Luoyang, is not as good.

It is said that a woman's heart is a needle in the bottom of the sea, which makes sense. In just a moment, Chen Haobai changed from Chen Gongzi to Chen Xiaobai in Xiaoya's heart.

"I don't know that Brother Wang has such a great talent. He is really a role model for my generation. Why don't you invite me to Yicuilou after the poetry meeting is over, discussing poetry and prose together, wouldn't it be pleasant to drink and have fun?"

The enthusiasm of a dude has attracted the collective contempt from the poor and talented people around him.

Ma Wenxin even sarcastically said: "The sun is out, and the plum blossoms are also in bloom. I came to see the plum blossoms. The plum blossoms are so fragrant. Those who write such poems about plums are probably not talking about poetry, but drinking and having fun. "

The dandy's smile faltered when he heard the words, and his expression was quite embarrassed.

Others fawning on me is none of your business, Wang Xiang glanced at Ma Wenxin unhappily, and said lightly: "I think this poem about plums is easy to understand, simple and unpretentious. The same is true for poetry, otherwise no amount of gorgeous rhetoric can cover up the inner emptiness.”

This remark seems to be insinuating. It is ironic that Chen Haobai's plum-chanting poems are superficial, but the content is empty. Everyone looked at Chen Haobai and saw that his face was ashen, but because the plum-chanting poems Wang Xiang just made were indeed better than him, so they couldn't refute. .

Dandy was originally ashamed by Ma Wenxin's words, but when he heard Wang Xiang's words, he felt like he had met a bosom friend. He grabbed Wang Xiang's arm and said with a moved face: "You still understand me."

In the past, if he just wrote poems and made a piece of Xianglai, some people would praise his tasteful writing. Besides, the poems written by the dandies in Chang'an City are not all half-baked, and his poems are considered relatively good among them. Ma Wenxin is in public The ridicule made the dude feel very embarrassed. Wang Xiang not only helped him out of the siege, but also made a poem he composed indiscriminately appear to have depth in an instant. The person who can win the first place in the poem is really extraordinary.

Wang Xiang couldn't stand the dandy's enthusiasm, so he pulled out his arms and said with a smile, "This man looks familiar."

Dandy blushed and said hastily: "Zixin and I often attend poetry gatherings, so we see each other occasionally, occasionally."

"I see."

Seeing that Wang Xiang didn't get to the bottom of it, the dude heaved a sigh of relief, retreated to the crowd and didn't stand out anymore, he was worried that Wang Xiang would recognize him suddenly, and he also participated in beating Wang Zixin in order to compete for Ningxiang's guest of honor the day before yesterday...

Undisputedly, Wang Xiang's poem chanting plums became the top name in the poetry competition, but the poetry competition was only the first round of the poetry competition, and the real focus was on the later line poems.

Running poetry is different from pitching poetry, not only requires on-site poetry but also limits the scope of poetry, which is much more difficult than pitching poetry.

Li Tai's interest in Wang Xiang made Chen Haobai vigilant, and secretly determined to win the first place in poetry. He came to Chang'an from Luoyang this time to participate in the poetry meeting for the first place. It is especially important that after Li Shimin ascended the throne, he despised the aristocratic family and the poor family, so that the poor family disciples like Chen Haobai had the heart to compete with the disciples of the aristocratic family.He has already lost a game in poetry, so he can't wait to win back in line poetry.

"His Royal Highness, since the poetry competition is over, I wonder if the poetry can start?"

Wang Xiang glanced at Chen Hao who came out of the crowd and said in his heart: It seems that he is dissatisfied.

Li Tai also knew what Chen Haobai was thinking, so he took out a piece of rice paper that he had prepared a long time ago, on which was the title of the poem for this poetry meeting.

Although Chen Haobai lost to Wang Xiang in the poetry competition, Li Tai still wanted to include him in his literature museum. After all, the head of the four great talents in Luoyang is there, which is very good for Li Tai and the reputation of the literature museum.

Unfolding the rice paper in his hand, Li Tai said solemnly: "Thinking of my Tang Dynasty destroying the Turks in the past and pacifying Tuyuhun, the Tang cavalry surrendered everywhere they went!"

"The Great Tang Dynasty is mighty!" Everyone shouted loudly when they heard the words.

A middle-aged man in an unremarkable boat on Jinguang Lake was also excited when he saw the weak scholars on the shore and nodded in satisfaction.

Li Tai paused for a moment and continued: "The soldiers of the Tang Dynasty have made great achievements in battle. Although we can't fight for the Tang Dynasty like the soldiers, today we will express our admiration and respect for the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty with poems."

Wang Xiang grinned and said inwardly: Li Tai's ability to inspire people's hearts is not small. It turned out that he wanted to write frontier poems, which are much more difficult than ordinary lyric poems.

Sure enough, as soon as Li Tai finished speaking, most people frowned, and even the four great talents in Luoyang were not as relaxed as before.Those present were either frail scholars or dudes who had never been in contact with the battlefield. It was okay to ask them to chant plums and praise snow, but it was a bit powerless to write frontier poems.

Only Wang Xiang remained indifferent.

Seeing everyone frowning, Xiaoya asked in a low voice, "Master, is this question difficult?"

Wang Xiang smiled and said: "It's not difficult to say, but it's not easy for those who only know how to drink wine among flowers."

Everyone was thinking in silence, although Wang Xiang and Xiaoya spoke in a low voice, they were still heard. They were struggling with how to write a poem, but when they heard Wang Xiang brazenly say that they only knew Huajianjiuxia, they immediately became angry.

"We only know that the flowers are drinking, and you are not the same. Could it be that you have killed the enemy in battle? This poem about the battlefield is different from your poem about plum blossoms!"

Wang Xiang straightened his face and said: "Although I have never fought against the enemy, I often think of my father's heroic spirit when he galloped on the battlefield in the past. Naturally, I have some insights."

Wang Bing had indeed made great military exploits for Datang, otherwise he would not have been conferred the title of Marquis of Lin Chuan, so it was hard for them to argue with Wang Xiang's words.

"It seems that you have already made a poem?" Chen Haobai said casually.

Wang Xiang obviously felt a sense of hostility, and replied lightly: "There is already a draft."

what!Originally it was just a joke, but Wang Zixin actually said that he had already prepared a draft, everyone was shocked, even Li Tai and several great scholars also showed strange expressions.

It's only half a stick of incense, and it's still such a difficult frontier poem. Even Chen Haobai has just got a clue, but Wang Zixin said that he has a draft. Could it be that his poems are really comparable to Cao Zijian's!

Li Tai suppressed the surprise in his heart, and said with a smile: "Since Zixin has already prepared a manuscript, why not read it out for everyone to listen to." He also couldn't wait to know what kind of poem Wang Xiang would write.

Wang Xiang looked back at Chen Haobai and said: "Brother Xiaobai came all the way from Luoyang to participate in the poetry meeting. I don't want to be the first. It's better to let Brother Xiaobai come first."

Chen Haobai's face turned red and turned pale, and he was short-tempered. He originally planned to write a good poem first when writing poems, but it was really not easy to compose poems here, so he had to pretend not to hear Wang Xiang's squeeze.

"Master, Chen Xiaobai must not have written any poems, you should read them." The little girl was blunt, she liked to see her young master show off.

Wang Xiang pretended to be serious and said: "Brother Xiaobai, this is humility. If this is the case, I will make a fool of myself."

Seeing that Wang Zixin was going to read a poem, everyone listened carefully.

A little girl in the crowd tugged on the sleeve of a handsome young man and said excitedly, "Brother-in-law is going to read poetry again."

Young Master Qiao blushed and tapped the little girl on the head lightly, looking at the high-spirited Wang Xiang in the crowd, his eyes were full of confusion.

"Glow wine glass."

Isn't it a frontier poem? Why is it made of grape wine and luminous cup? Is this still a battlefield for fighting bravely?Rather, it looks like a grand feast full of beautiful things in eyes and the aroma of wine.As soon as Wang Xiang read a sentence, everyone was a little puzzled.

Wang Xiang didn't care about their reactions, and put his hands behind his back to pretend to be deep, but he was wearing too many clothes today, wrapped like zongzi, and pretending to be deep seemed a bit funny.

"If you want to drink the pipa, urge it immediately."

As soon as the second line of the poem came out, everyone finally understood it. It was about the soldiers who were about to drink the wine, but were urged to go to the battlefield by the sound of the pipa. It was interesting at first, but not enough The above is a good poem.

Wang Xiang paced slowly, and didn't speak leisurely until everyone felt itchy and impatient.

"Grand Mo Xiao, drunk on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times?"

After reading the two poems, Wang Xiang sighed, as if he was quite moved. Wang Han's frontier poem can be said to be a masterpiece of frontier poems. In the past, Wang Xiang liked this poem very much. If you don't write about fighting the enemy bravely, just rely on a sentence of drunk lying on the battlefield, Lord Mo Xiao, how many people have fought in ancient times?People can't help admiring the soldiers, the artistic conception is not comparable to other frontier poems.

After listening to Wang Xiang's whole poem, the field was full of awe, and everyone was silent.

The little girl is in a hurry, is the young master's poems good or not? She doesn't understand poems but she also doesn't understand the meaning of everyone's silence.

After coming over for a while, a great Confucian finally spoke up: "It's a good sentence, Jun Moxiao, drunk and lying on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times? I can't think of you who have such insight at a young age and have never been on the battlefield. This poem is very good."

Other great Confucians also expressed their opinions one after another, and all of them praised this poem. I am afraid that people who have been immersed in the poetry circle for many years may not be able to write such a frontier poem.

After Li Tai came to his senses, he quickly picked up a brush and wrote down the poem. After finishing writing, he couldn't help reading it several times carefully, and felt that Wang Zi's new poems were rare.

Is this Wang Zixin really the ignorant dude in the rumors?

With Wang Xiang's poem on the frontier, how could other talented scholars be willing to shame their own clumsy works, let alone they have no clue yet.

In this way, it was the first time that the Poetry Club encountered a situation where no one was willing to perform poetry anymore. Wang Xiang also broke a record. It was also quickly recited.

"My lady invites Mr. Wang to sit on the boat."

PS: It's a little late to sign the contract today, sorry~
(End of this chapter)