By gathering the strength of the nine major student poetry clubs, the success rate of the topic will only be higher, and the level of poetry will be much improved.
This is how Feng Hanzhang dealt with Wei Chen
method.
……
On the stage, Wei Chen ushered in his third opponent. The title of this match was Slender West Lake. Wei Chen recited his poem early.
But the people from the Canglang Poetry Club who were fighting against Wei Chen had to think about it for half a stick of incense before they composed a poem amidst Zhao Luosheng's impatient urging.
The difference in poetic talent between the two was so great that Zhao Luosheng judged Wei Chen to win another round without any hesitation.
Unexpectedly, the people from the Canglang Poetry Club started shouting loudly and refused to accept the statement, insisting that Zhao Luosheng explain it carefully.
Zhao Luosheng couldn't help but frown when he saw that this person was so ungrateful, but he still patiently commented on their poems.
This man gritted his teeth and waited for half a cup of tea. It was not until he caught a glimpse of Feng Hanzhang's gesture in the audience that he breathed a sigh of relief and walked off the stage in a gray manner.
Wei Chen glanced at the man in confusion, but didn't think much about it. He adjusted his posture and waited patiently for his next opponent.
The next person to join the Canglang Poetry Society is Qin Ming.
Qin Ming was instructed by Feng Hanzhang before he came on the field, and he understood the important responsibility he had, so he seemed a little cautious.
Logically speaking, he, a newcomer, should ask Zhao Luosheng to give the question, but he froze on the spot and seemed to be mumbling something.
Wei Chen, on the other hand, generously raised his hand to Zhao Luosheng and said, "Old sir, please give me a question."
"Then let's take nostalgia as the theme." Zhao Luosheng waved his hand and said casually.
Qin Ming was very happy when he heard this. He had just memorized no less than five or six nostalgic poems, and now it was time to choose the best ones to use, so he recited in a deep voice without thinking:
"It's been three days since I entered the mountain, and I finally got the real reward. The frost is slippery, and the sun is flickering on the cliff. The deep bamboo light shines through, and the cold green attracts me. The people who heard it are all gone, and hundreds of springs sound at the same time. The valley is completely covered. It is quiet and refreshing when you climb up to the top. The small pavilion overlooks the rivers and lakes, but the eyes are vast. I sit in the deep incense and leave the hospital, and the green mist falls on the pond. I will always cherish the white servant, and I am willing to say that I will be free from dust. "
Under the stage, at the Drunkard Poetry Club, Wang Rui was stunned for a moment when he heard the poem recited by Qin Ming. Then he smiled and said to Yang Lin beside him: "Brother Yang, you have good luck. You have so many poems, but you are the only one who has done so." One song was chosen!”
Yang Lin chuckled twice, his eyes always staring at the stage, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.
What if Qin Ming defeated Wei Chen with this poem?
Yang Lin found it extremely interesting just thinking about it.
At the judges' table, Zhao Luosheng listened to the poems recited by Qin Ming. He was a little careless at first, but as he listened, his expression gradually became serious.
The first eight lines of Qin Ming's poem describe the tranquility of the mountain scenery, and then the stroke of the pen changes to express the feeling of being free from the world. The whole poem is new and subtle, carefully crafted, and has a bit of the charm of Mr. Wu Liu.
"This poem is cleverly written!"
Zhao Luosheng sighed in admiration, sat up straight, and looked at Qin Ming with some surprise.
Although Qin Ming was a member of the Canglang Poetry Club, he did not study in the government school, but was a student member of the county, so Zhao Luosheng didn't know much about him on weekdays.
Unexpectedly, this Qin Ming was not astonishing in appearance, but he was so talented in poetry. For a moment, Zhao Luosheng began to love talents.
After receiving Zhao Luosheng's praise, Qin Ming felt that he was sure of victory and that he had finally fulfilled his mission. He excitedly glanced at Feng Hanzhang in the audience.
Feng Hanzhang, however, clenched his fists tightly and looked nervously at Wei Chen on the stage. Wei Chen's previous performance made him feel uneasy and he did not dare to win easily.
When Wei Chen heard Qin Ming's poem, he was also secretly surprised and cheered up.Wei Chen didn't know what Feng Hanzhang was doing behind his back, nor did he know that the poem written by Qin Ming was actually not his own handwriting, but the best nostalgic poem among the nine major poetry societies.
In fact, at this moment, the relationship between Wei Chen and Qin Ming is not a fair one-on-one at all, but a pair of ten, or even a pair of dozens!
Wei Chen was very good at cultivating Qi. He did not let his mind wander just because Qin Ming recited a good poem. He calmed down, closed his eyes and began to think.
Not long after, the boy opened his eyes.
"The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wipe out the heroes. Whether it is success or failure is turned around. The green hills are still there, and the sunset is red several times.
White-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the river, used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet.How many things in ancient and modern times are all jokes. "
Chapter 88
The whole song "Linjiang Immortal" came out slowly from Wei Chen's mouth, full of passion and without pause for a word.
Wei Chen exhaled a long breath and glanced at the whole place, feeling suddenly filled with pride and a sense of joy in his chest.
a time.
All four are quiet.
Needle drop is audible.
Even Zuo Xing's singing girl forgot to sing and play, holding her harp in her arms and dumbfounded.
"Good words, extremely good words!"
After a long time, I don't know who shouted "Hello" first. Just like the water slurry bursting out of the silver bottle, the crowd of scholars exploded in an instant, and praises poured in like a flood.
"So many things in ancient and modern times are all made fun of!" The squires and celebrities sitting nearby all praised: "The Kang is so tragic and stirring, this is truly a masterpiece of the ages!"
"I have been holding painting boat poetry gatherings for more than ten years. I have this word and I have no regrets in this life!"
At the judges' table, Zhao Luosheng finally came to his senses.The old gentleman was so excited that he couldn't control himself. He tremblingly drank a glass of wine, then stood up and shouted loudly: "Wei Chen, win again!"
Following Mr. Zhao's decision, Wei Chen also let out a sigh of relief.
He has accumulated experience in past and present lives, so he is naturally not afraid of anyone when it comes to poetry.But the poem written by Qin Ming just now is indeed outstanding.
Wei Chen himself can also produce poems of this level, but he is not very sure that he can definitely outperform his opponent.
After all, it is quite difficult to judge whether poems of the same level are good or bad, and it largely depends on the subjective judgment of the evaluator.
If Zhao Luosheng prefers Qin Ming's style, Wei Chen will lose.
Therefore, Wei Chen could only use the killer weapon "Linjiang Immortal". Whether it was word choice, sentence construction, or artistic conception and style, he was more than one step ahead of his opponent, thus firmly winning this game.
Not far away, Qin Ming, who was facing Wei Chen, stood there blankly, with a look of disbelief on his face.
What he came up with was the best nostalgic poem from the nine major poetry societies, but it was defeated so easily, and completely, without any room for argument.
"Wei Xingyun really lived up to his reputation. His song "Linjiang Immortal" overwhelmed the audience. Feng Mou admired it!"
While all the readers in the audience were still immersed in the shock brought by "Linjiang Immortal", Feng Hanzhang came to Wei Chen at some point, and bowed his hands with a smile, not showing the slightest frustration that his own poetry club was being raped by Wei Chen.
Wei Chen stood there quietly, looking at Feng Hanzhang who was smiling with a knife hidden in front of him. He probably guessed his intention and couldn't help but sigh secretly.
"but……"
Feng Hanzhang suddenly changed his voice, and the stern look in his eyes flashed away: "This sentence is melancholy, tragic and magnificent. It cannot be written by someone who has experienced ups and downs in life and has seen through the world. Brother Xingyun is only twelve years old. How can you write it with your experience? Do you have to come out?"
"There is some truth in this statement."
When everyone present heard Feng Hanzhang's words, they all reacted and cast doubt on Wei Chen.
Wei Chen is less than 12 years old. At this age, he may be able to write many wonderful poems, but the one just now is obviously not something he can write at his age.
Then there are only two possibilities. One is that Wei Chen is a rare genius once in a century. The other is, of course, that this poem was not written by Wei Chen, but plagiarized by Wei Chen.
Now Mr. Zhao Luosheng also hesitated:
"Wei Chen, did you really write these words?"
Wei Chen glanced at Feng Hanzhang beside him, and seeing the proud look on his face, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.
There are so many people who are popular and wrong. Once a person achieves something, he will inevitably be slandered by jealous people.
Feng Hanzhang must not be the only one who is envious and jealous of Wei Chen, he is just the first one to jump out.
However, since Wei Chen dared to produce such a stunning and stunning work as "Linjiang Immortal", he was naturally prepared to be questioned.
After pausing for a moment, Wei Chen took a deep breath, saluted Zhao Luosheng and said, "Students dare not hide this from the old gentleman. This word is indeed written by students."
As soon as Wei Chen said this, the scholars present were in an uproar.
Some people say that Wei Chen is a child prodigy who came into the world, while others think that Wei Chen hired someone to write for him. In short, they all have different opinions and cannot agree on one thing.
Everyone in the Haitang Poetry Club was naturally on Wei Chen's side. In order to protect Wei Chen, they fought with other people from the nearby poetry clubs and their faces turned red.
The few brats were so angry that if Sheng Changbai hadn't been there to stop them, they would have rushed up to fight with those who slandered Wei Chen.
Wei Chen was not distracted by the noise around him, and still looked intently at Mr. Zhao Luosheng not far away.
Mr. Zhao was silent for a long time, and suddenly he sighed: "I didn't expect that you could create such a masterpiece at such a young age. The ancient sages often said that there are people who are born with knowledge. I didn't believe it before, but now it seems that the ancient sages are not deceived by me. .”
When Wei Chen heard Zhao Luosheng's words, he couldn't help but look up at the old gentleman in surprise.
To be honest, Wei Chen was prepared that Zhao Luosheng would doubt him, but he didn't expect that Zhao Luosheng not only believed Wei Chen's words, but also took the initiative to find reasons to excuse Wei Chen.
Although Confucianism often says that "the child is silent, the strange power confuses the gods" and "respect ghosts and gods and keep them at a distance", they have never denied that there are "people who are born with knowledge" in the world.
Confucius once said: "Those who are born knowing are the best, those who know by learning are second, those who are tired and learn are second, and those who are tired but do not learn are the worst."
In the Confucian concept, truth originally exists in people's hearts, but ordinary people's minds are deceived, so it is necessary to use acquired learning to clear the deception and restore the original appearance.
Those who are born knowing are those whose nature has never been deceived and who are born knowing the truth. They are also considered to be the first-class talents.
It is meaningless to talk about age and experience in front of those who are born to know.
Therefore, Zhao Luosheng believes that Wei Chen is a known person, which is equivalent to recognizing that the song "Linjiang Immortal" was written by Wei Chen.
In an instant, Feng Hanzhang's face turned extremely ugly. He really didn't expect that Zhao Luosheng would protect Wei Chen in such a way.
But looking back on his teacher's past behavior, Feng Hanzhang somewhat understood why Zhao Luosheng did what he did.
Zhao Luosheng was not a court official in the traditional sense, but more like a literati who indulged in landscapes.
During the previous poetry competition, the three poems written by Wei Chen were all rare masterpieces in previous poetry competitions. They had already won the favor of Zhao Luosheng and made Zhao Luosheng love talents.
Therefore, when Wei Chen encountered doubts, Zhao Luosheng would come forward and make the matter a trivial matter.
But in this way, although Wei Chen's reputation was saved, Feng Hanzhang and Canglang Poetry Society lost their last chance to make a comeback.
Feng Hanzhang couldn't help feeling secretly resentful. Logically speaking, there were many students from the government school in the Canglang Poetry Society, and Zhao Luosheng was the professor of the government school, so he should take care of some of them.
But what's the result?Zhao Luosheng actually turned his elbows outward, favoring Wei Chen, an outsider!
Chapter 89 Floating in the Heart
Although Zhao Luosheng has a low official position, he has great influence among local scholars in Yangzhou. With his endorsement of Wei Chen, at least in Yangzhou, no one will question whether Wei Chen is the author of "Linjiang Immortal".
Feng Hanzhang's expression changed, but he still couldn't swallow it. He wanted to test Zhao Luosheng's tone to see if there was any possibility of continuing his plan.
After thinking for a moment, Feng Hanzhang said: "Mr. Zhao, do you want this poetry meeting to continue?"
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