I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 272
Sure enough, Zhang Tianju stood up at this moment, and everyone in the field immediately applauded.

They all know Zhang Tianju's name, and they seem to have a lot of admiration for him. At this moment, they are looking at each other with full expectation. It is the people on the downstairs floors. They heard that Zhang Tianju is going to write a lyrics. Come.

At this moment, Zhang Tianju also bowed his hands towards the surroundings, and walked in front of Yi Xuesheng. At this moment, his face was contemplative, and after a while, he raised his head slightly and spoke.

"The golden wind recommends a cool moonlit night, and the jade dew is cool to reflect this feeling. The osmanthus in the city is fragrant, and the moon is full of light in all directions."

"The king and grandson and the rich family, drink wine and listen to the piano. There are hundreds of thousands of red lights, and there are many banquets."

A piece of "Bodhisattva Man" appeared immediately, and after Zhang Tianju finished all this and put his pen to ink, everyone in the field immediately exclaimed, only to see that there was also a surge of literary energy in front of Zhang Tianju, who looked similar to Just now Yi Xuesheng's poems did not give way too much.

And some people appreciate the poems in it at this moment, but feel that the rhetoric is more gorgeous.

If it is said that Yi Xuesheng's poems just combined his student life with the Mid-Autumn Festival rural exams, then Zhang Tianju's poems completely describe today's grand scene.

Golden wind and jade dew, red lanterns and tortoise feast, from those few words, it seems that the prosperity of Yuzhang City can be seen on this day.

"Okay, this is really a good poem, it can almost be compared with Tengwang Pavilion!"

"Yes, it is so beautiful to read, and only a talented person like Mr. Zhang can write such poems!"

At that moment, many people in the field followed suit, with expressions of admiration on their faces, and they continued to discuss it. In just a moment, someone copied the poem and spread it far away.

"Haha, it really is a good poem, not bad not bad!"

At this time, Fang Mingyuan in the arena also laughed, holding his beard in admiration.

When Zhang Tianju saw that Lord Inspector recognized him a lot, he unconsciously had a smile on his face at the moment, and bowed his hands towards the surroundings quite modestly at the moment.

And as Zhang Tianju also joined the poetry meeting, the atmosphere of the poetry meeting in the vibrating attic suddenly became much more enthusiastic. Also made a lot of talented poems.

The situation in the field was even worse, several adults also came off the stage in person, and they also wrote a few poems at the moment, which attracted everyone's applause.

Song Mu was still eating, and smiled knowingly when he saw this scene.

But at this moment, another person stood up in that scene, came to the attic, and bowed his hands to everyone.

"Looking at everyone's enthusiasm, I feel a little overwhelmed. Let's write a poem for everyone."

The one who spoke was the No.2 Ren Yuanyu in this provincial examination, a thin man of medium height, and said to the crowd at this moment, all the people who heard his words stopped immediately, and their faces were mostly sympathetic. look of interest.

After all, this is No.2 who came to write a poem, and everyone immediately looked forward to it, and all eyes are on him at this moment.

Ren Yuanyu seemed to enjoy everyone's gaze very much, and at this moment he also flicked his sleeves and paused in the field for a moment, and then spoke slowly.

"The sunset river produces the shadow of the bright moon, and the pavilion smells the fragrance in front of the stage."

"Ask the wine where the moon is round, and you know that today is the same as others."

Another seven-character quatrain.

Unlike Yi Xuesheng's previous ones, this poem is mostly full of nostalgia, and the emotions of nostalgia and nostalgia are mixed in it, so that anyone can taste some flavor from this poem.

At this moment, everyone was savoring it carefully, and after a while, they applauded one after another. Fang Mingyuan and the others also nodded slightly. They only felt that the poetry was really good, and it was worthy of being written by No.2.

Ren Yuanyu, who was praised by everyone, also had a bit of joy on his face at the moment, and he bowed his hands to the surroundings, but at the moment he looked slightly sideways.

Song Mu, who was quietly reaching out to bring the snacks from the table next door, suddenly noticed that the other party was looking at him. At this moment, he hurriedly sat upright, but saw Ren Yuanyu smiled and cupped his hands towards Song Mu.

"Brother Song, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, why don't you compose poems and lyrics with us?"

After what Ren Yuanyu said, the people around immediately heard that there was Xie Yuanlang in the scene.

Immediately, the student said encouragingly.

"Yes, Xie Yuanlang, please make a poem with us!"

"Yeah, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, Xie Yuanlang's poetry is so talented, let's open our eyes."

Suddenly, many voices rang out from the whole building, which made Song Mu, who was sipping tea, stunned.

But looking at it now, not only those students were looking at Song Mu, but Fang Mingyuan and the others were also looking at Song Mu at the moment, with different eyes on their faces.

Song Mu knew that it was too much to escape.

Song Mu grinned immediately, got up quickly, cupped his hands around, and then spoke.

"You all have written good poems today, which makes Song Mu extremely admired, and the hospitality is hard to turn down."

"Then Song Mu will write a poem."

As Song Mu said so, he also walked out, looked at the crowd at the moment, then thought for a moment, and then spoke directly.

"Twilight clouds gather to overflow the cold, the silver man turns the jade plate silently"

"This life and this night are not good, where will the bright moon look next year?"

Su Shi's "Mid-Autumn Moon" was slowly uttered from Song Mu's mouth at this moment, Juren was already able to mobilize the literary spirit to display the sword with the tongue, so the next moment there was a burst of literary spirit rising from Song Mu's body,

Everyone in the field applauded this scene immediately, and they were a little enthusiastic about this situation, but Ji Wei, who was next to him, was a little dazed when he saw Song Mu's situation.

Because they can all feel that this poem by Song Mu expresses the meaning of cherishing this night.But in fact, the surge of literary energy is not strong.

At least not as popular as they thought.

Most of the people came to this poetry meeting with drafts in their stomachs, so the poems were naturally well-written. Song Mu's poem can't be said to be very good, it can only be said to be above-average.

If it is an ordinary move, it must be praised by everyone, but Song Mu is Xie Yuan after all.

So the few people next to him frowned, especially Ren Yuanyu who had just pointed out Song Mu, the expression on his face at this moment was a bit surprised.

Song Mu sensed that something was wrong, and at this moment, Ren Yuanyu had already spoken again.

"Brother Song's poem is very good, but Ren feels that Brother Song is a bit clumsy today."

"Brother Song, Ren has the guts to ask Brother Song to make another song."

Having said that, people around immediately shouted and shouted, and Fang Mingyuan who was next to him seemed to have noticed that there was something going on here, but he didn't say anything at the moment, just looked at Song Mu.

Song Mu took a deep breath and was about to refuse, but this Ren Yuanyu spoke again.

"I heard that brother Song is proficient in composing lyrics. It's not as good as today. He can compose a poem and a word, which is considered to be extremely complete."

Ren Yuanyu was smiling, but Song Mu knew that there were some other emotions in it.

Perhaps this Ren Yuanyu was also a person who was proud of his talents, and thinking that he had to get to know Yuan, he was probably a little unhappy, so he used this occasion to put pressure on himself.

But Song Mu was a little indifferent, and was about to politely refuse.

And then a voice came.

"Song Mu, don't be nervous. Today's poetry meeting naturally emphasizes casualness and nature."

It was Fang Mingyuan who spoke, and he was also looking at Song Mu at the moment, and the faces of the people around him were a little excited, only Ren Yuanyu's expression was a little nervous, but he returned to normal immediately.

Song Mu also nodded at the moment, but it didn't end there, but turned around.

In front of him, the full moon has risen to the highest sky, and at this moment, a ray of moonlight penetrates the eaves, crosses the window panes, and penetrates into the attic.

Quietness and enthusiasm clashed fiercely here, and Song Mu stood in the midst of it.

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(End of this chapter)