Dai Can defeated his father

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Everyone looked at Zhang Jiuling, Wang Wei, Du Fu and Li Bai, who couldn't even salute, and felt their arrogant aura, and couldn't help but look at each other.

Who are these people?

They haven't heard

of them?" "Wang Gongzi, it is rumored that you once said that the leader of today's poetry club is among

these five?" "But I see that these five people have a relatively high posture, and I don't know how much talent they have?"

Seeing that Wang Yaohui was very proud of the five people, and the five of them were full of arrogance, to the point where they didn't even pay attention to etiquette, the poetry meeting had not officially started, and many people were already unconvinced.

And this is exactly what Wang Yaohui wants to achieve.

"Five brothers, who will come first to chant a poem to show your talents?"

Wang Yaohui swept over the five people.

He can be sure that whoever speaks first will have the effect of shocking everyone.

"I'll come first.

Meng Haoran took the lead in stepping forward, holding his neck and shaking his head.

"The old man Gu Ji invited me to Tian's house. The green tree village is close to the edge, and the green mountain Guo is oblique outside.

"This poem "Passing the Old Man's Village" was a scene poem I made when I was invited by a friend in a mountain village to be a guest.

As soon as this poem came out, all the literati, even if they had not been to the manor fields, felt like they had walked into a mountain village surrounded by green trees, felt the joy of the mountains, and saw a sumptuous meal on the table.

"Not bad, this poem is very interesting, it's really good!"

"Brother Meng's poems are like flowing water, and I admire them.

Meng Haoran heard everyone's praise, raised his neck higher, like a proud rooster, and snorted lightly.

"A light topic is not enough to show all my talents. It

was a praise to everyone, not only did she take it all, but she also sold melons and boasted about herself.

But everyone present couldn't think of a poem that could match it for a while, so they could only let Meng Haoran arrogantly despise them.

"This poem is both concise and fresh and elegant, but I always feel that this kind of decoration is very familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere?"

In the crowd, Xiao Chengdong, who came early, muttered to himself after listening to the poem written by Meng Haoran, repeatedly reciting these four lines of poetry, and suddenly realized.

This poem is consistent with the wording of "Spring Dawn" and "Sujian Dejiang" written by Brother Qin!

Why?

Xiao Chengdong couldn't help but understand, and someone in the crowd was already attacking the remaining four.

"Brother Meng's poems convince me, but these four are left, do you have any masterpieces, and read them out for us to listen to and open our eyes. The

sour words came out, and before the poetry meeting began, the atmosphere at the scene was a little tense.

And this.

It is exactly the effect that Wang Yaohui wants to achieve.

He wanted to make the five of them the focus of the audience before Qin Xiaoman arrived.

Therefore, he deliberately ordered the five to pretend to be arrogant, to arouse the attention and hostility of the literati present, and then to launch their poems logically.

By that time, all the literati present would be able to remember the poems of the five.

Even if the five people were not the ones who really helped Qin Xiaoman ghostwrite poems, everyone would think that these five people were the real authors under their preconceived notions! Even if

today's incident spread, those five real ghostwriters came to the door, and he would dispose of them all.

With five great poets who are about to become famous all over the world, when they raise their arms, countless literati and scholars will flock to them, which will definitely add another boost to the Wang family!"

"Brother Zhang, it's your turn." Zhang

Jiuling's poems do not conform to the theme of today's poetry club, and he only got a poem signed "Zhang Jiuling" from Qin Xiaoman, so Wang Yaohui specially arranged for him to connect the previous and the next.

In the next Zhang Jiuling, he recited a poem for everyone that he had previously looked at the moon and thought about it.

When it came to Mochizuki Huaisi, many literati present couldn't help but pop up the song "Silent Night Thoughts" by Qin Xiaoman in their minds, and looked at Zhang Jiuling with a subtle expression.

Some people are ready to wait for Zhang Jiuling to finish reading the poem, so they will compare Qin Xiaoman's "Silent Night Thoughts" to frustrate Zhang Jiuling's prestige.

"The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. These

two sentences came out.

The literati who had previously made up their minds to compare "Silent Night Thoughts" were dumbfounded, and the picture of the rising moon on the sea flashed in their minds, and these two popular poems lingered in their minds.

"The lover complains about the night, and he is lovesick at night.

Zhang Jiuling pretended to sigh lightly and nodded slightly at everyone.

"That's it?"

"I always feel that when I hear this poem, my heart is full of ...... I miss my mother. Many

people came from afar, and when they heard the longing for their relatives mentioned in this poem, they raised their sleeves and wiped the corners of their eyes, and then looked at Zhang Jiuling, who was proud of his talents, and felt a lot more pleasing to the eye.

A poet who can make such quatrains, no matter how cold he is on the surface, must be fiery inside.

"But I always feel that this poetry is still unfinished?" Xiao

Chengdong frowned and pondered repeatedly, looking left and right, everyone was immersed in the mood of missing relatives, and no one thought of this at all.

He couldn't help but miss Brother Qin.

"If Brother Qin is here, he will definitely be able to solve my confusion.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I Wang Wei also have a song "Autumn Evening in the Mountain House", please comment on it. "

After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late in autumn. Tomorrow the pine shines, and the clear spring stone is upstream.

The people who were still immersed in the feelings of homesickness, hearing these four poems, seemed to be re-washed by the autumn rain.

"Good poem

!" "I can substitute it with a single thought, and the wording is not complicated, but I can't write it!" The

literati were shocked, and looked at the remaining Du Fu and Li Bai among the five, and felt related.

It is said that the most powerful talent is the finale, and these two always feel more proud and stronger than the first three.

"Wangyue" is a song. How is Dai Zongfu? Qi Lu Qingwei is gone. Creation Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut dusk.

As soon as this poem came out, the people who had just experienced the autumn rain only felt that they were on the top of the tall and majestic Mount Tai, enjoying the magical and beautiful scenery.

"God!"

"Brother Du, you have such a deep understanding of Mount Tai, could it be that you are a person from Qilu? Someone

began to have a friendship with Du Fu.

A person with such talent is naturally worthy of fellowship in the literati circle.

But Du Fu didn't raise his eyelids, and stopped speaking after reading the poem.

Everyone's hot faces were attached to their cold buttocks, and their eyes fell on the last Li Bai.

"I am a person from Bashu, not as high as Brother Du climbed Mount Tai, so I will send you a song "Don't Kuang Mountain". "

Xiaofeng is picturesque and jagged, and the vine shadow wind is swaying on the threshold. The wild trail will be accompanied by dogs, and the world will return to the evening with the woods. A

picture of picturesque green mountains, wind blowing vines, mountain trails and dogs, and farmers returning late with firewood are slowly paved in front of everyone's eyes.

Li Bai opened the folding fan with a "sigh" and opened his mouth leisurely.

"This poem is something I saw when I was walking not long ago, and I have made occasional gains, and I have not scrutinized it, and it is not as good as my usual poems.

Li Bai's words were tantamount to pressing the literati who were already hit on the ground and crushing them fiercely.

"Listen to Brother Li's words, do you have a better poem than this one just now? You just say that we don't know how powerful it is, why don't you read it and listen to it?"

Li Bai didn't pay attention to it, but looked at Wang Yaohui.

Now that the poem is finished, it's time to move on to the next step.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my father and Zhang Xianling's car is almost here, today is a poetry meeting, I want to hear Brother Li's masterpiece, are you afraid that you won't have a chance?"

Wang Yaohui came forward to start a round and gestured in the direction of the garden that had already been arranged.

"Today's poem has already been arranged in the park, please move, which poem you like will be free to play your poems, as long as it is a masterpiece, I will recommend it to all the famous teachers of Tianfu University for evaluation. "

With those famous teachers, everyone evaluates them, even if the writing is not as good as Li Du and them, they can be familiar with each other and promote their talents.

Many literati were moved and rushed to the direction of the garden.

Wang Yaohui gave the five of them a look, and they also blended into the crowd.

After half a cup of tea.

The butler in the direction of the gate shouted at the top of his voice.

"Lord Changshi

has arrived!", "Lord County Order

has arrived!", "Qin Xiaoman, Qin Gongzi has arrived!".