Datang: My apprentice is Li Chengqian

Chapter 82 Wait!everyone

"Sister Bing'e, didn't you say you're going to the poetry meeting? It's probably been a while now, and if you don't go there, it's probably coming to an end."

In the plum garden, Yang Yan urged Li Bing'e there.

"Yan'er, come and see!"

Li Bing'e was unmoved, and stood by the table intently, looking at the things on it.

"What's interesting, it's just that those few people just messed around with something."

Yang Yan said so, but her body moved closer to the table honestly.

"It's very hard to get rid of the dust, so hold on to the rope tightly. If you don't experience the bitter cold, how can you get the fragrance of plum blossoms. You have always been one of the talented women in Chang'an City. Have you heard this poem before?"

Although Li Bing'e's literary quality is not as good as Yang Yan's, she still has the basic appreciation ability.

Obviously, the poem in front of me is definitely a good poem that has been passed down through the ages.

But such a good work, she realized that she had never heard of it.

"If you don't go through a bit of cold, how can you get the fragrance of plum blossoms. Who else can write such simple and classic poems?"

Yang Yan moved her head to Li Bing'e in surprise.

What appeared in front of her was a vivid picture of plum blossoms.

There is also a poem written in a very unique font next to it.

"Qin Xie said! He really has a thick skin, and he actually put his name on it.

I admit that if this painting was painted by him, then the level is really not bad, at least for people with mediocre painting skills like me to read it and think it is good.

But it is absolutely impossible for him to write this poem.

How could he, a reckless man who wields knives and guns, write such good poems? "

This statement by Li Bing'e is completely expressing Qingxia's innermost feelings.

"Miss Li is right, and I also think this poem was definitely not written by that disciple. I figured out where he heard it, and today he wants to bring it to the poetry conference to make a name for himself.

It is a pity that no one has the opportunity to participate in the poetry meeting now. "

Although Qingxia also quite likes the painting in front of her.

However, if she was asked to say good things about Qin Xiedao, she couldn't say anything.

"I heard that Qin Xiedao grew up in the countryside, and he only recognized his ancestors a few months ago. Even if he learned to read and write from someone, his level is definitely not that high. .

However, what makes people feel strange is that no matter how I think about it, I have never thought of where I have heard of this poem. "

Li Bing'e regretted that when she was at home, she spent more time practicing martial arts and less time reading books.

When the book is used, I hate less.

"Sister Bing'e, I have never heard of this poem. And I think it should not have been spread outside, otherwise such a classic poem, it is impossible for there to be no movement at all."

Yang Yan carefully looked at it for several minutes, and the more she looked at it, the more she felt that this painting and poem were really good!

"Ma'am, that Deng Tuzi treated you lightly back then, so this painting is his apology. If you continue to stay here, it will be a pity if it is blown away by the strong wind later."

Qingxia could see that her master probably liked this painting quite a lot, so she was clever once in a while.

"Hey! Qingxia, I discovered this painting first, so I'll put it away if you want it, so don't bother you!"

Li Bing'e immediately noticed Qingxia's attempt.

At this time, she didn't want Qingxia to take away her favorite painting and poem.

"Sister Bing'e, it's a pity that such a good poem and painting couldn't appear at the poetry meeting because of Qingxia just now. Why don't we go over now and see if we can submit this work as well?" ?”

It's not easy for Yang Yan to compete with Li Bing'e.

However, she didn't want the painting to be taken away by Li Bing'e.

In this case, it is better to take this work to the poetry meeting for a while before talking about it.

"Okay, you have a good idea, so let's join in the fun."

Li Bing'e thought for a moment, and agreed to Yang Yan's proposal.

……

"Sparse branches are bright flowers, spring make-up and children compete for luxury.

There is no snow on the sills of the leisurely garden, and there are sunset clouds in the flowing water and empty mountains.

You dream is cold with the red sleeve flute, and the fragrance of wandering immortals floods the river.

The predecessor must be of the Yaotai species, and there is no doubt about the color difference. "

Holding a poem in his hand, Li Gang began to read while shaking his head.

"Everyone, this Xie Linmao is indeed worthy of being a great talent in Jiangnan Dao. No matter how you look at other people's works, this song "Ode to Plum Blossoms" is not even up to half of the level."

Obviously, Li Gang is very interested in Xie Linmao now.

In the nine years since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, there were really not many young talents.

If this Xie Linmao's level can be stabilized, the future is limitless.

"There is no snow on the sills of the garden, and there is sunset on the flowing water and empty mountains. In Xie Linmao's poem, there is not a word of plum blossom in the whole poem, but it can remind people of plum blossom. It is really a rare masterpiece."

Kong Yingda also nodded, expressing approval.

"Since Master Li and Kong Jijiu both think Xie Linmao's "Ode to Plum Blossoms" is the best, then he will still be the one who won the first place in the second round of the competition."

Naturally, Yu Zhining would not go against Li Gang.

There is no need.

Besides, Xie Linmao's poems are indeed impeccable.

"Okay, then Chongyuan, go and announce the results!"

As soon as Li Gang finished speaking, Ouyang Xun, who was staring at a pair of poems in a daze, suddenly shouted: "Wait! Everyone, you might as well take a look at this work first."

After Ouyang Xun finished speaking, his eyes reluctantly moved away from the works in front of him.

Just now he was completely fascinated by the handwriting of this work, and almost forgot to express his opinion.

Fortunately, Kong Yingda has not stood up to announce the results, otherwise it would be a bit embarrassing.

"Huh? Xinben, do you have any poems that are better than Xie Linmao's?"

Li Gang was not angry when he saw Ouyang Xun's reaction.

At his age, people don't get angry easily.

Otherwise, you will not live to be 80 years old.

"It's very hard to get rid of the dust, so hold on to the rope tightly. If you don't go through a bit of cold, how can you get the fragrance of plum blossoms."

Ouyang Xun didn't express his point of view, but directly read out the poem in his hand in rhythmic rhythm.

This time, Li Gang and others were immediately moved.

Everyone is a knowledgeable person.

Whether a poem is good or not, you can get a general impression after listening to it once.

Like Ouyang Xun just read this poem, it is absolutely good and cannot be better.

"If you don't go through a bit of cold, how can you get the fragrance of plum blossoms. The intention of this poem is much higher than that of Xie Linmao's "Ode to Plum Blossoms."

Li Gang was not afraid of slapping himself in the face.

After hearing the poem read by Ouyang Xun, he immediately rejected his proposal just now.

At this time, it is foolish to stick to the opinion just now.

(End of this chapter)