The first assistant of the poor family

Chapter 111 Yaojiang Poetry Association ([-])

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However, Zhen Kewang sighed, frowned and said, "Your poem is too resentful, why are you so old-fashioned at such a young age, it's inferior in terms of conception."

Now Sun Chuan was completely desperate.

Mrs. Zhen said that without showing any sympathy, not only Sun Chuan, but also the entire Zhuhu Sun family would be ashamed.

Sun Chuan couldn't figure out why this Xie Shen would write such a good poem, otherwise he wouldn't have failed so badly.

Seeing Xie Shen's victory, all the students in Haitang Poetry Club were overjoyed and overjoyed.

Just now they were almost out of breath by the people from the Drunkard Poetry Club, but now their momentum has completely recovered.

Although Sun Chuan was unwilling, he had no choice but to back down in disgrace.

This round, it was obvious that Xie Shen had won.

Sun Chuan was very annoyed. It turned out that he wanted to kill all the people in the Haitang Poetry Club by himself, but he never thought that he would be defeated by Xie Shen who was the last to appear.

The next person from the Drunkard Poetry Club was Xiao Feng, who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, very unfamiliar.

He bowed his hands to Zhen Kewang and said: "I also ask Mr. Zhen to give me a question."

"Let's take Yao Jiang as the topic."

Zhen Kewang glanced at the Youyou River not far away, and said casually.

Xiao Feng did not dare to be negligent when he got the topic, so he began to think about his ideas.It took him a long time to recite the poems he had thought about for a long time.

"Sitting on the side of the Ma River and watching the boats, the light gauze in the canopy is soft to the wind.
Falling into the clouds and mist, Rao is ashamed, and the warm fragrance blows the temples. "

"Good poem, good poem. Brother Xiao's poem is very good!"

Sun Chuan couldn't sit still, he was already on the sidelines to cheer for Xiao Feng.

"Brother Xiao, in just a few words, he outlined the scene of the small boats on the river floating with the waves, and the lazy woman is even more beautiful. Hiss, I admire, Sun admires!"

"Boss Zhen didn't comment, what are you in a hurry for?"

Hearing Sun Chuan's noise there, Wang Zhang was not happy, he got up not to be outdone, raised his voice and suppressed Sun Chuan.

"Okay, let's not say a few words. The old man thinks this poem is good, but we have to wait for Xie Xiansheng to compose it before we can compare it."

What Xie Shen was waiting for was Mr. Zhen's words.

The wheel battle consumes physical strength. As the last member of the Haitang Poetry Club, Xie Shen must not be interrupted by Sun Chuan and others.

This time Xie Shen deliberately slowed down the pace, pretending to be deep in thought.

After about half a cup of tea, Xie Shen suddenly recited: "There are ponds and streams everywhere, and there are hundreds of miles of poplars and fields. Pedestrians will feel green, and the sound of cicadas will cross the Yao River all the way."

After reciting, Xie Shen cupped his hands at Mr. Zhen and said, "Student's clumsy work, please give me your advice, Mr. Zhen."

Zhen Kewang nodded, with a faint smile.

The young man in front of him is very polite, but he can be cultivated well.

"Ponds, weeping poplars, and fields are all common, but a single green character evokes the whole poem. 'The sound of cicadas all the way across the Yaojiang River' vividly depicts the tranquil scene in midsummer, with the more secluded ancient rhyme of Birdsong Mountain. "

Zhen Kewang is not as satisfied with this poem written by Xie Shen as the previous one.However, this is also somewhat demanding, and it is for Xie Shen himself. Compared with Xiao Feng, Xie Shen's poems are obviously still a lot higher.

This round, Xie Shen naturally won.

"This round, the old man thinks that Xie Xiansheng is better!"

The students of the Drunkard Poetry Club obviously couldn't sit still.They lost two generals in a row, but they were all defeated by Xie Shen.If you don't come up with a way to deal with it, you have to continue to lose.

Sun Chuan was determined to win the spot as a catering student member. He carried the luck of the entire Candle Lake Sun family on him, and he must not be defeated in the Yaojiang Poetry Club.

At first, Sun Chuan only hated Wang Zhang, but now he obviously hates this new recruit named Xie Shen even more.If it weren't for this son, the Drunkard Poetry Club has already won, so there would be no need for such trouble.

Next, he needs to think carefully about the candidates for the poetry competition with Xie Shen. If he loses again, the momentum will be taken away by Haitang Poetry Club and the others.

After some discussion, the Drunkard Poetry Club selected Qin Youguan to face Xie Shen.

Qin Youguan is dressed in a purple Zhejiang silk straight dress, with a black Futou on his head, and crossing cloud boots on his feet.It's just that he obviously belongs to the kind of noodle niche, and he can't hold on to this outfit, which seems nondescript.

Qin Youguan should have been entrusted by Sun Chuan before, so he seemed a little cautious.It stands to reason that the newcomer should ask the boss to make a proposition, but he was stunned.

On the contrary, Xie Shen generously said to Boss Zhen, "Please give me a question, Boss."

"Let's take Qiantang as the topic."

Zhen Kewang waved his hand and said casually.

Qin Youguan was overjoyed when he heard this. He happened to write a poem praising Qiantang a few days ago, but he never boasted it in front of others, so he can use it directly now.He chanted in a low voice almost without thinking.

"Qiantang tide swallows thousands of mountains, and the endless waves sound like drum boats.

Ascending the tower, you can see the bright light on the house, and the distant light is vast and longing for eternity. "

Xie Shenting's heart sank. This poem was born out of the famous "Lingyin Temple" by Song Zhiwen, a great poet in the early Tang Dynasty.It seems that this Qin Youguan has some skills.

Zhen Kewang's eyes also brightened, he sat up straight, and slightly twirled his beard.

"Well, Qin Xiansheng's poem is ingenious. It has a bit of the charm of Song Zhiwen. It's just that the Qiantang tide swallows thousands of mountains still needs some polishing."

Qin Youguan was overjoyed when he heard the words. He had never shown this poem to others because he wanted to show it on important occasions and make it a blockbuster. Today is his chance.

After receiving Zhen Kewang's praise, Qin Youguan felt that he had the chance to win. He glanced haughtily at Xie Shen who was at the side, as if he was declaring war.

Xie Shen's mind is much more mature than his, and he was not provoked, but closed his eyes and started daydreaming.

Not long after, the boy opened his eyes.

"It has been three days since I entered the mountain, and Deng Dun really rewarded me.

The frost is slippery and difficult to practice, and the sun is shining on the cliff.

Through the deep bamboo light, Leng Cui leads the lonely.

Search and destroy all the rumors, and all the springs ring together.

The surroundings of the valley are all secluded, and it is cool to be in the top.

The small pavilion overlooks the rivers and lakes, but the eyes are extremely vast.

Sit on Shenxiang and leave the hospital, and the green mist falls to the ground.

Yonghuai Baishilang, willing to speak out of the dust martingale. "

Master Zhen Kewang was satisfied with what he heard at first, but gradually his face became serious.The first eight sentences of this poem describe the tranquility of the mountain scenery, and then there is a change in the style of writing, showing a slight sense of being out of this world.However, this kind of hint is not obvious, at most it can only be used to express emotions through nostalgia.

Zhen Kewang just thought it was funny, this Xie Shen was fighting against himself.Before he advised Xie Shen not to be hindered by the mundane world, Xie Shen used this nostalgic poem to express his thoughts of seclusion.Can't there be a balance in this?Isn't there a compromise between being an official and keeping one's heart?
(End of this chapter)