Cheng Maoxun and Zhu Xi are both the Four Great Confucians, but Zhu Xi is in the imperial capital, giving lectures to officials, and has the title of Imperial College Scholar, so he is promoted as the first of the Four Great Confucians. Cheng Maoxun is more or less tainted with the worldly atmosphere when he is in Hangzhou.

, although their literary attainments are comparable, but when it comes to it, Cheng Maoxun will still take the initiative to give in half a step, which is why he looks at Qi Yunmeng differently.

Cheng Maoxun added: "The wanderer lives in a foreign country, so his artistic conception is not broken. The technique is implicit and charming, and he transfers it from the description of scenery to the description of personnel. However, the word "liang" at the beginning of the second part closely follows the "autumn" in the rest of the first part.

"" word, one or two sentences describe the autumn scenery, looking up, looking down. Three or four sentences describe the autumn scenery of hibiscus,

The second sentence is reversed. The fifth and sixth sentences start from the scenery and human feelings, using "to" as the clue. The seventh sentence continues to read, referring to the "South Tower" and "curtain hook". "Lamp Scenery" and one thing, "Panchio"

A thing that can be seen and heard by one eye and one ear, and merged into the bedside of a guest's dream, makes people more and more embarrassed. This word is already a masterpiece."

Now Cheng Maoxun's affirmation has sealed the conclusion of this poem. It is a masterpiece. Now it depends on how Kou Naiwen responds.

"I wonder if this song "Revelation of Heartfelt Love" can catch the eyes of the Third Young Master?" Deng Wenlin looked at Kou Naiwen with a smile. As Song Wenying's teacher, he was very proud. Song Wenying's lyrics had a unique style and appropriate wording. This

Although he had never seen the song "Revelation of Heartfelt Feelings", Song Wenying opened his mouth and only said two sentences, which already set the tone.

Kou Naiwen did not stand up, but nodded and praised: "Dean Cheng's comments just now are so precise that the students have to write them down. They will study them well when they go back. Such good words must be reported to their teachers when they go back."

"Then please ask Third Young Master to write a poem so that we can learn from it too..."

"Yes, after all, our territory in Hangzhou is small and our knowledge is not very high. It would be an honor to wait for the Third Young Master to write a poem..."

When all the talented scholars heard Dean Cheng's high praise, they naturally wanted to embarrass Kou Naiwen.

"Everyone..." Princess Changping suddenly spoke, and the audience fell silent. They all looked at Princess Changping, but heard her continue: "The third young master has already written a five-character quatrain and changed a seven-character rhymed poem.

You scholars have also seen that Song Wenying's "Revelation of Heartfelt Feelings" is a masterpiece, a shocking chapter. In such a short time, the third young master can write a poem, but the quality cannot be guaranteed."

Seeing this, Cheng Maoxun also hurriedly came to the rescue and said: "Yes, I really liked this poem just now, and couldn't help but comment on it. If I want the third son to write it, it is indeed difficult to guarantee the quality, but it is also difficult to do."

"It's not difficult..." Huang Ziping heard this and sneered: "Young master has studied with Master Zhu Xi for three years, and he must have many excellent works. Just tell them one or two, so that they can learn a thing or two.

It also allows me, an old scholar, to gain some experience. This shouldn’t be too much..."

Wang Shi looked at Huang Ziping, frowned and said: "Headmaster Huang, he was defeated just now and now he is so anxious to regain his position? He is too impatient."

Zhao Lixuan also said: "I am indeed a little anxious, but this song "Revelation of Heartfelt Feelings" is really powerful. I have to admit this. Song Wenying is really pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. Next year's imperial examination, there will definitely be someone on the top two lists."

His name."

People were raising their hands to take pictures, so how could there be any reason to stand still and get beaten? What's more, Kou Naiwen came here to compete with the talents of Hangzhou. He offered it to his door, so he naturally accepted it.

He immediately smiled and said: "If I want to talk about lyrics, I have written a few poems, but not many about autumn. I have never given them to the teacher to read. I am afraid that I will not be judged and will be reprimanded. Since Dean Huang wants to test me

Writing lyrics can only make you look bad."

After saying that, he stood up, bowed to Princess Changping, and said, "This song "Slow Voice" was inspired by my feelings during the parade last year, and I am showing off my shame here."

"The yellow flowers are deep in the alley, the red leaves are low in the windows, and there is a desolate autumn sound. The sound of rain is coming, with the sound of wind in the middle. At twenty-five o'clock, the Liqiao door is unlocked, and the sound is louder. When an old friend is far away, I ask who is shaking the jade pendant, and the bells ring under the eaves.

.The sound of colorful horns blows and the moon falls, and gradually the camp and horses move, and the sound of bamboo sticks is heard everywhere. The neighboring lamps flicker, and there is still the sound of anvils in front of the lamps. I know that he is complaining about his sorrow until dawn, muttering and muttering, and there are many sounds of crickets. He has not finished complaining, so he half

, divided into the sound of wild geese.”

Starting with "the sound of beans raining" and ending with "the sound of wild geese", it describes ten kinds of autumn sounds heard in autumn nights. "Yellow flowers are deep in the alleys, red leaves are low on the windows, and the sound of autumn is desolate." The three sentences lead the whole poem. "Dou Yu"

The sound came, mixed with the sound of wind. "Shu Shu twenty-five o'clock, Liqiao door, unlock the sound."

The wind not only brought the sound of the wind, but also rang the wind chimes under the eaves. "Old friends are far away. I asked who shook the jade pendant. The ringing under the eaves." At first, I thought it was the sound of the jade pendant on an old friend. But it is impossible for all old friends to be far away.

Come on, who could this be? Suddenly I realized it was the sound of wind chimes.

"The sound of the colorful horn blows and the moon falls, and gradually the camp and horses are moving, and the sound of chirping is heard everywhere." The brush strokes turn from late night to dawn. The moon sets, the horn sounds. The people and horses in the military camp are commotion. Where the lights flicker, the sound of neighbors is heard again.

The sound of pounding on the anvil. The housewife next door stayed up all night to make cold clothes.

I haven't slept at dawn. I call the cries of crickets as "complaining of sorrow" and transfer my sorrow to the crickets. "I haven't finished complaining yet, so I give half of it to the cries of the wild geese." It seems that the crickets are sharing their sorrows with Heng.

The flying geese in the sky subtly highlight the desolation of the wild geese’s cries, ending with the sound of wild geese.

After saying this, Kou Naiwen sat back down again, picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

There was a dead silence under the stage. This silence was like midnight in the mountains, filled with an extremely depressing atmosphere. The autumn wind blew by, and the geese flying north and south overhead, how could it not be a perfect match for the occasion?

No one in the audience spoke. Kou Naiwen put the tea cup back on the table and smiled slightly: "I wonder if this song "Slow Voice" will catch the eyes of all the teachers?"

Still no one dared to speak. The literary skills of this song "Slow Voice" are already comparable to those of "Revelation of Heartfelt Feelings" just now. They are on par with each other, and each has its own merits. It is impossible to determine which one is better.

Seeing this, Qi Yunmeng finally spoke: "It is a masterpiece, and there is nothing wrong with that. The whole poem is rigorously planned, the images are complex but not chaotic, and the emotions of the poem are conveyed layer by layer. The sound of autumn rain and autumn wind is even louder."

The sound of the bells on the eaves, the sound of painted horns, and the sound of Hujia can be heard in the ears, and the complaint is not finished. Half of it is divided into the sound of wild geese, which is the finishing touch. This word is juxtaposed with "Revelation of Heartfelt Feelings", both of which are masterpieces."

Qi Yunmeng added: "Today is my grand gathering of literary circles in Hangzhou, where all the talented people are gathered together. You should show your talents to the fullest. It is not about competing. There is no depth in the road of knowledge, and there is no end. There is a sea of ​​learning.

Boundless.”

Qi Yunmeng is a figure who can compete with Zhu Xi in the first three palaces. In terms of talent and learning, she is already comparable to everyone, but she is not yet old. The tone she sets can basically represent Cheng Maoxun and others. Although it is Hangzhou's home court, this song "

"Slow Sound" is indeed breathtaking and endlessly memorable. If it were in Luoyang, paper would have become more expensive in Luoyang again, and what Qi Yunmeng said was not empty talk.

Zhu Yingwen cupped his hands and said: "Young master's "Slow Voice" is very accomplished. I have benefited a lot from it today and have been taught a lesson."

Kou Naiwen returned the courtesy and said: ""Revelation of Heartfelt Feelings" also impressed me. It turns out that lyrics can be made in this way. We must communicate more and learn more in the future."

Although the two exchanged pleasantries in a formal manner, they were also sincere words from scholars. If they had bad conduct and insufficient research, they would not be able to write such poems.

The two of them had just sat down. Xia Silu, who had been silent until now, suddenly looked at Jiang Ning, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and she slowly stood up.

When Jiang Ning saw this look, his heart suddenly pounded, and the tea in his mouth almost spit out, and he hurriedly covered his mouth and nose.

"Teacher, what are you..."

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm choking..."
Chapter completed!