Three Kingdoms: I have a transfer hall

When everyone first listened to Guo Jia’s poems, they only felt moved by his open-minded attitude to life.

With Cai Yong’s comment, everyone noticed the subtlety of the poem in writing, and suddenly cheers arose.

Even the children of the family who sneered at Guo Jia before he wrote his poems were also moved by his talent at this time.

Liu Feng, who had never spoken, was very surprised in his heart at this time.

After all, as a traverser from the later life, this poem called “Less than a Hundred Years of Life” in the later life is included in the nineteen ancient poems of the later life.

And because of the age, and because the author does not seem to expect this poem to be passed on to future generations, people in later generations can only verify that this poem, together with the other chapters of the nineteen ancient poems, are poems of the late Eastern Han Dynasty.

As for who the author is, it has not been verified.

Could it be that this poem was written by Guo Jia?

Although Liu Feng had doubts in his heart, but thinking carefully, isn’t the attitude of timely pleasure expressed in this poem exactly the attitude of Guo Jia’s usual life?

Moreover, this poem is a poem from the late Eastern Han Dynasty, which is completely consistent with Guo Jia’s era.

Most importantly, the poem was recited by Guo Jia at this moment.

So no matter who wrote the poem “Less than 100 Years of Life” in later generations, in this life, this poem has been completely branded with his Guo Fengxiao.

Then he will definitely not let the descendants of this life not know his author.

Liu Feng finished thinking about it here, and Cai Yong on the other side also happened to finish commenting on this poem.

So, in the face of everyone, especially Guo Jia’s eyes looking at him, Liu Feng also spoke: “Mr. Cai has just commented on Guo Jia’s poem in great detail.

I believe that people who did not understand can already understand the meaning of this poem through Mr. Cai’s comments.

And the people who can understand it must have new ideas about Mr. Cai’s comments.

Therefore, in fact, what Ben Taishou wants to say has already been said by Mr. Cai.

However, since everyone looked at Bentaishou with such enthusiasm, Bentaishou could not say a word.

So, let me make a brief assessment.

Guo Jia’s poem, the ideas reflected, Ben Taishou still appreciates very much.

In general, life is short, and it is good to have fun in time. ”

Just in the face of Cai Yong’s appreciation, Guo Jia just smiled slightly and expressed his gratitude.

But at this time, Guo Jia heard Liu Feng’s appreciation, but he was slightly stunned at first, and then said: “The champion Hou is really powerful.

In just eight words, the content of the entire poem is encompassed, and Jia sighs to himself. ”

For Guo Jia’s words, Liu Feng also smiled slightly, and then said: “Although Bentaishou can summarize your poem in eight words, the image metaphor and beautiful language in your poem, Bentaishou has reproduced. ”

In the face of Liu Feng’s modesty and appreciation, Guo Jia didn’t say more, just bowed to Liu Feng again, and then quickly walked back to his place and sat down.

Everyone looked at Guo Jia who walked back to his seat, and their eyes were full of respect.

Then the game continued, and successive scribes from various states came out to compose poems.

It’s just that compared with the surprise of “Less than 100 Years of Life” made by Guo Jia who appeared first, the next few people who appeared were slightly flat.

It was not until the turntable turned to Jizhou that Cui Yan, a famous man from Qinghe County, picked up his wine glass and the poetry meeting set off a small climax.

Cui Yan studied under the Beihai Classics Master Zheng Xuan, and was also a contemporary Great Confucian who could be on a par with Cai Yong.

After the attendant had filled his glass with wine, he slowly walked up to the clearing in front of him and chanted:

“Dongcheng is tall and long, and it belongs to itself.

The wind rises and the autumn grass is green.

Four o’clock changes, how fast is the twilight!

Morrowind is painful, and the cricket is cramped.

What is self-ending! ”

After the recitation of a poem, it once again aroused the appreciation of many children of the family in the audience.

For Cui Yan’s poem, Cai Yong also gave him an evaluation that was not worse than Guo Jia.

“After listening to Cui Yanxian’s poem, I can feel that we are in this depressing era, and realize the life philosophy of ‘life is not a golden stone, how can we live a long life’, and its bitterness is particularly deep.

Bitter and unable to get rid of it, they often turn to its opposite pole – love and pleasure.

This poem is precisely this kind of eloquent thought triggered by bitterness.

And all the scenes described in your poems seem to strengthen the poet’s thinking and idea of life from the opposite side.

That is, instead of self-restraint everywhere and lamenting at the twilight of time, we should wash away our worries, let go of our feelings, and seek the joy of life earlier. ”

After that, the turntable turned several states in succession, but there were not many poems that could make people’s eyes shine.

Among them, there are only two excellent works that are widely recognized.

They are a song by Mao Jie from Yanzhou Chen Liu County and a song “Bright Moon He Jiaojiao” by Hua Xin from Qingzhou Plain County.

Just when everyone felt that the poetry would gradually fade, the turntable once again turned to Yuzhou.

Since Guo Jia, who was the first to play, had already given everyone a big enough surprise, everyone was looking forward to the works of other students of Yingchuan Academy.

When the wine glass passed in front of him, although Guo Jia wanted to take another sip of the sweet wine, he still held back.

After all, he has already made enough limelight, and it is better to leave this opportunity to others.

Especially his friend Xun Yu, who has not yet shown anything.

Sure enough, as soon as the wine glass flowed past Guo Jia’s position, it was picked up by Xun Yu.

Then, in the eyes of everyone, I saw a man with a magnificent and beautiful appearance walking to the center of the field in front.

He first bowed to Cai Yong and Liu Feng on the stage, and then turned to the children of the family sitting in the audience and said: “In Xiayingchuan Xunyu, it’s ugly.” ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of discussion in the audience.

“It turns out that this person is Xun Yu, the most outstanding son of the young generation of the Yingchuan Xun clan.”

“It is worthy of being a person from the Yingchuan Xun clan, and it is a great talent at a glance.”

Liu Feng was also in the discussion of everyone, carefully observing the most famous super strategist in the later life, and finally thought of a sentence to evaluate: humble gentleman, gentle as good jade.

And Xun Yu did not care about the discussion in the audience, and after the discussion stopped, he opened his mouth and chanted:

“Return to the car, long walk.

Looking around, the east wind shakes the grass.

The things encountered for no reason are not getting old.

Ups and downs are sometimes good, and it is not too early to stand up.

Life is not a golden stone, how can you live a long life?

Dying with materialization, honor and treasure. ”

As soon as the words fell, the entire hall of Dragon City Academy erupted into a fierce cheer again.

And Liu Feng looked at Xun Yu and did not pay attention to the content of his poem, but just thought: I didn’t expect that there were nineteen ancient poems in the later life, and five poems appeared in this poem meeting today.