The daily life of Dali Siqing

Chapter 325

"The previous two times, I announced it first. Such behavior is really disrespectful! This time, the master will announce the answer first! It also shows our gentlemanly demeanor."

It was naive for Chu Gong to think that he could win with the second player.

Yang Qingyuan was on the third floor, thinking slightly.

As the person behind the scenes, Zhou Mingsheng must have taken the initiative with certainty.

Liu Bin didn't want to offend Zhou Mingsheng, and most of the literati downstairs were recruiting for him. As long as the next poem couldn't be crushed, then Zhou Mingsheng would gather everyone's momentum and forcibly change the judgment result.

Yang Qingyuan already had a calculation in his heart, Mr. Zizhan, borrow a poem.

Pick up the pen and dip in the ink, put the pen down and swipe the pen.

A poem is done overnight.

This time Yang Qingyuan didn't use Zanhua Xiaokai, but the running script was mixed with Feibai, and the rhyme of Lingyun in the brushwork seems to come out through the paper.

The host Qingwu beside him didn't understand the meaning of Yang Qingyuan's move.

It is not easy to achieve this level in such a short period of time, and the poem can be regarded as a masterpiece.

But Master Qingwu had already seen what Zhou Mingsheng meant by coming forward, and she didn't believe that Yang Qingyuan couldn't see it.

This poem seems to be slightly worse than the previous one.

Master Qingwu, I don't know what Yang Qingyuan is thinking! ?

As the little maid sent down the poems, the poems written by Yang Qingyuan were displayed in front of everyone, and what caught everyone's eyes was a completely different calligraphy.

The sharpness and arrogance on the paper are definitely not something that a woman in the Qingwu courtyard can write.

Generally, women's fonts are relatively gentle and gentle, of course there are exceptions, such as the legendary empress hundreds of years ago, the sun and the moon are in the sky, and the world is majestic.

Her handwriting, its edge is still above the general masters of men's calligraphy.

But judging from the hairpin lowercase script just now, there is a high probability that this handwriting and the previous handwriting were written by two people.

However, although this poem is excellent, compared with the previous two, it seems to be slightly inferior in conception and connotation.

A group of literati and scholars below talked about it.

"Although this word is a good word, but this poem seems to be average."

"This poem can't be said to be average, but compared with the previous two poems, it seems to be a little worse."

"Why do you call it a bit worse?! The third question is about dusk. He clearly only wrote about night and dawn. This is obviously off topic!"

"Poetry is exhausted..."

"..."

Amidst all the discussions, Liu Bin stayed where he was.

"How can this be?" Liu Bin stood on the second floor, his face full of disbelief, and he couldn't help muttering: "How can this be?! How can this be?!!"

Everyone downstairs noticed Liu Bin's movements, and they were very surprised. This poem can't be said to be mediocre, but there is not much in it.

"It's an eye-opener, it's an eye-opener! I didn't expect to be able to write poems like this?!! I've read poetry and books for twenty years!"

The person who opened his mouth to praise was Chen Xuan, a scholar of the Imperial Academy.

After reading it twice, Chen Xuan's eyes widened, with fiery eyes.

Seeing the appearance of Liu Bin and Chen Xuan, everyone present naturally knew that there was another mystery in this poem?
But everyone looked at the poem again, looked left and right, but still couldn't see why.

Everyone's expressions gradually became embarrassing. Could it be that the literary level of myself and others is so much lower than that of Liu Shilang and Mr. Chen? !

Not to mention writing a good poem, has it even reached the point where you can't even read the poems of the Qingwu Dean?
Really unable to understand the mystery in the poem, one of them took a step forward.

"Also ask Liu Shilang to explain the students' doubts."

More and more people followed.

"Please Liu Shilang explain the confusion!"

Liu Bin stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Everyone, read this poem again."

Everyone was puzzled and gathered around the paper again.

"The tide follows the dark waves and the snow-capped mountains, and the fishing boats in Yuanpu catch the moonlight.

The bridge is opposite the temple gate, the pine path is small, and the alley is a spring with clear stones and waves.

There are green trees and rivers at dawn, and mist and red clouds are sunny at night.

Looking at the clouds and water on all sides, Bifeng is light with thousands of points. "

But no matter how they looked at it, there seemed to be nothing outstanding about this poem.

This poem even has the suspicion of digressing from the topic. It can only be regarded as barely describing the situation of the dusk in a few sentences, and it can only be regarded as detached from the theme of the dusk.

"Liu Shilang, don't be fooled!"

Liu Bin shook his head and said, "Everyone, why not try to read this poem backwards."

"Read it backwards?" All the talented people were puzzled, wondering what Liu Bin was trying to trick?Poems are also read backwards?

But there is no way, who told me not to live up to it, and not even understand it? !

According to Liu Bin, I can read this poem backwards.

One of them subconsciously read it out: "Qinghong counted thousands of peaks and blue, the water meets the clouds and looks around, the sun is red at sunset, the river trees are green at dawn..., hiss, this... so terrifying !!"

After reading only one sentence, everyone present took a deep breath, and the temperature in Qingwu Courtyard also rose by one degree.

"how is this possible?"

"Inhuman!? Is this poem magical?!"

"This, this poem is read backwards, unexpectedly, it is also a poem! And the antithesis is neat, the rhythm is wonderful!!! This..."

After Liu Bin's dialing, everyone present finally discovered the mystery.

"The tide follows the dark waves and the snow-capped mountains, and the fishing boats in Yuanpu catch the moonlight.

The bridge is opposite the temple gate, the pine path is small, and the alley is a spring with clear stones and waves.

There are green trees and rivers at dawn, and mist and red clouds are sunny at night.

Looking at the surrounding clouds and water, Bifeng has thousands of points and Hongqing.

Qinghong counted thousands of peaks and green, and looked around at the edge of the cloud.

On a sunny day, the sunset is red, and the trees are green at dawn.

Qingbo Shiyanquan is an alley, and the small path is across the bridge from Songmen Temple.

The bright moon is far away from fishing boats and Yupu, and the snow waves on the mountains and snow follow the tide secretly. "

This poem is an excellent poem no matter how it is read or reversed, and whether it is being read or not, its rhyme and words are of the highest quality.When the two are superimposed, the meaning is naturally different.

If you want to write a poem with good artistic conception, rhythm, and words, at this time Qingwu Courtyard can do at least one palm.

But if you want to write that kind of poetry that reads forward and reverse, and the artistic conception is not bad, it can't be completed in a short time, and it's not even sure whether you can write it.

The forward reading is from the scenery of the moonlit night to the dawn of the river and the sky, and the reverse reading is from the dawn and the dawn to the night when the fishing boat sings.

The forward reading and reverse reading are equally neat and appropriate.

I am afraid that the author of this poem has reached the pinnacle in the choice of words and sentences!
At this time, no one in the room thought that this poem was written by the Qingwu courtyard master.

She couldn't write such a strange poem in such a short period of time.

The level of poetry in this world is far inferior to that of Blue Star,
And because of the special technique of this poem, the shock it caused was even more than those poems copied by Yang Qingyuan before.

Poems and songs are nothing more than expressing emotions through scenery and expressing aspirations through things.

But the author of this poem developed a new genre of poetry, neither for expressing emotion nor expressing ambition, but simply to show his poetic skills.

Pure gimmicks for the sake of slapping the face—a poem for gimmicks!
Such poems, even if Zhou Mingsheng wanted to tamper with the judging, he couldn't do it.

(End of this chapter)