Panfu Turtle and Crane Garden, the water-stopping poetry club has also entered**.

The music sounded, and the sheets of paper passed around in everyone's hands, and the singer's light voice was singing tonight's excellent poems. The atmosphere here is more serious than that of the Puyuan Poetry Society, because there are many heavyweights, but a variety of performances can still make the atmosphere lively and quaint.

Turtle and Crane Garden is a beautifully laid out, ancient and leisurely garden, all kinds of mountains and rocks waterway, corridor pavilions, at this time a lantern painted with lantern riddles during the layout, everyone will set up a banquet in the garden, women live on one side, students live on one side, the master and a well-known position of the old man is on the other hand, there is no special stage, but occasionally appear in the garden between the singing and dancing performances are indeed very natural, impressive, can come to this poetry meeting is mostly famous head brand and the like, Obviously, a lot of thought has been put into this.

Naturally, there are lantern riddles, performances, moon viewing and other links at the poetry meeting, and there are even a lot of profound speeches, such as Pan Guangyan as the master, and even at the beginning, the prefect of Jiangning has come to a trip and said something like "you are the pillars of the country", which is enough to explain the status of the water poetry club, of course, tonight's night carnival, in order to avoid the situation in the city, the prefect has to sit in the yamen as usual, and he can't stay for a long time, and left in a hurry.

If there is a good work in the poetry meeting, more will get up directly and evaluate with everyone, every once in a while, someone will send a few poems of good enough quality, and the paper will be circulated in the hands of everyone to watch, if the poem is really good, or have other views, there will also be people who get up and recite it, discuss with everyone, Pan Guangyan and others, naturally will also make comments.

Qin Lao sat on the side of the banquet, next to him was Kang Xian, who was still dressed quite luxuriously, that is, Kang Lao, who was arguing with Ning Yi, and his character was Ming Yun, so many people also called him Ming Gong. His background is very complicated, and there is no shortage of wealth and wealth, but even if he only has literary and Confucian cultivation, he is enough to be called a public statement by everyone, and among the dozens of talents present, there are also two or three who have been taught by him, called teachers, but Kang Lao has always been strict, and everyone is a little afraid of him, but he didn't criticize anyone tonight, in fact, the quality of tonight's water poetry meeting is still satisfactory to him.

At this time, he was talking and laughing with Qin Lao in a low-key manner, in fact, the time is here, generally speaking, the really good poems have already come out, and the two of them are talking about these at this time.

“…… The autumn equinox stopped overnight, and the gloom was the most crystalline. It's good that the sea is born, and Xu looks at the past. The layers are suspicious, and all the strange things want to be hidden. He has nothing to do with the sun, and the morning chicken can't listen to him...... Qin Gong, Lichuan Poetry Club Li Pin's Mid-Autumn Festival is really talented, although there is no first, but according to me, I am afraid that this poem will be the most limelight tonight. ”

"It's a ghost and a ghost, it can be regarded as a sword, but it gives people a sense of atmosphere, only makes people's thoughts stir, and there is not the slightest hint of treachery. This poem has the legacy of the Tang Dynasty, Li Pin and Li Dexin, it is indeed listed in everyone's list, but Ming Gong, you have always been strict with yourself, and there are actually a few good poems today. ”

Qin Lao smiled and picked up a song: "The blue sky is like water, the silver is shallow, and the golden waves are clear." It is suspected that it is the treasure of the concubine, and it is hung high in the Guanghan Palace. The forest leaves are in autumn, the curtains are picturesque, and the osmanthus is fragrant. Every year and this night, the Yulou is prosperous...... Don't you want to be biased? ”

"Ha Luha, you and I are not judges, we just appreciate and comment as we like, how can there be any partiality. Well, that's a good word......"

"In my opinion, the two best articles tonight are among them."

Qin Lao has always been low-key, and he almost didn't make public comments tonight, only talking about these things between friends chatting, in fact, Cao Guan Cao Zongchen of the Zhishui Poetry Club and Li Pin Li Dexin of the Lichuan Poetry Club are indeed one of the most prestigious talents in Jiangning at this time, and the people below are also comparing the poems of the two of them.

Everyone commented on the poems, Pan Guangyan was also smiling and talking to Cao Guan at this time, and after a while, someone sent new poems in, divided into three parts and passed on by everyone.

Really good poems, which can enter the house, will basically not come out again at this time, but there are still good ones, and everyone is laughing and talking while passing on a page. There was a page that was passed to Qin Lao and Kang Lao, and Qin Lao picked it up and looked at it, but he laughed. "Huh? How is it? Kang Hyun asked.

"Hehe, I just didn't expect Pu Yuan to produce a good song at this time, you can take a look."

"Oh? Pu Garden. Kang Lao also laughed, read the poem again, and looked at the name "Xue Jin" below, shook his head and put it down, "Zhongping, it can be eye-catching, but there is nothing new about it." ”

At this time, someone below shouted: "Gentlemen, I didn't expect Lichuan to have a good song at this time, according to the following, this song is really good." ”

Someone who knew him smiled and said, "Then read it." The man nodded, and after a while, began to recite the poem: "This word card is used to tune the song head, everyone listen: Qiu Yu is as pure as water, and the moon mirror is not on the stage." Yu Lonely High Zhang Le, smiling and de-atmospheric......"

When he read this, he suddenly seemed to feel something, turned his head to look at the stage where Pan Guangyan and the other old people were, but an old man had already got up at this time, holding a piece of note in his hand, and hurriedly walked towards Pan Guangyan, his fingers flicking the paper, and his mouth seemed to be still chanting. This old man also has some friendship with Qin Lao Kang, originally seeing him get up, Pan Guangyan had already come over, so he put down the notepad and said to a few people around him in a voice that was not too high: "Everyone, look at this one." ”

This is also the head of the water tune song, seeing that a few people on the stage noticed other things, the person who was reading the poem below was stunned, Pan Guangyan reacted, raised his hand at him with a smile, and signaled to continue, but did not look at the note paper at the moment. After this person finished reading, he reminisced, smiled and commented a few words, and then picked up the notepaper and looked at it, but after a while, he also muttered in his mouth, frowned, and everyone in the audience and even the female guests were looking over.

"Crane Weng, if there is any good poetry, read it quickly, this kind of appetizing is not kind."

Pan Guangyan has a good temper after all, Cao Guan, who is the head of everyone, said with a smile, and then everyone else laughed, and the atmosphere relaxed for a while, but Pan Guangyan also smiled: "It's also the head of the water tune song, this song ...... Let's read it to everyone: When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace...... I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dance to figure out how the shadow seems to be in the world. ”

The words of the song of the water tune resounded in the courtyard, and before the first half of the song was finished, there was no sound of conversation among the people present. Pan Guangyan was originally a great Confucian in the literary world, and at this time, he carefully recited the poems in his hand according to the rhyme, although he was not happy, but he fit the artistic conception of the words and sentences, but he did it in one go.

Everyone here is a person with profound literary skills, but when they hear this, they have already perceived the ethereal, atmospheric, and far-reaching artistic conception of this poem. The initial question seems simple, but at this time, the literary world is flourishing, and all kinds of poems are inevitably pursuing complexity and exhaustive changes, and some arguments also advocate that if it is a Yongyue poem, it is better if it does not even appear for a month. However, at the beginning of this sentence, when did Mingyue have such a question, but with the next sentence, the artistic conception has been naturally expanded, and then when the heavenly palace is reached, the artistic conception of the poem will naturally and unobtrusively turn from the murmuring stream to the high mountain flowing water, and then the next few sentences of "I want to return to the ...... by the wind" will directly turn the artistic conception of the entire upper half of the que into the atmosphere of the Yangtze River flowing into the sea, and at the same time it can be ethereal as promised, without the slightest bit of fireworks, a few sentences, it is the refreshing fairy palace weather.

Since the Tang Dynasty, the development of poetry for hundreds of years, there are many works with far-reaching artistic conception, but at this time, many poetry works are often on the road of exhaustive resignation and complex changes. But the artistic conception can reach this level in front of the eyes is very few, this artistic conception with the change of the poem all the way to expand, partial and lightweight, natural, but with the early Tang Dynasty when the literati were whimsical, uninhibited and bold but can not deviate from the theme of the style is similar, only a mere Shangque, the spirit of this water tune song has been fully revealed. Pan Guangyan paused, looked up at the group of talented people below, and then continued to read the next rhyme.

"Turn to Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye...... People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny. This matter is difficult to complete...... I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

“…… I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. The words were catchy, and after reading them, Pan Guangyan muttered the last sentence, looked at everyone, and kept nodding his head slightly, and after a long time, he sighed, "...... What a word. At this time, some people in the garden looked at each other a few times, and some muttered and repeated words, and it was unusually quiet. In fact, if it is other words and phrases, it is just that, but this water tune song head does have a charm that has been passed down for thousands of years without fading, in the eyes of poets and lyricists, later generations even have "Mid-Autumn Festival words, since the water tune song head comes out, the rest of the words are wasted" comments, at this time everyone here is this for a living, they have studied poetry for decades, some even a lifetime, at this time listened, suddenly felt, maybe it is similar to such a momentum. , It was also in such an atmosphere that Kang Lao reached out and took the notepaper, read it first, and nodded slowly. A moment later, when I looked at it again, I seemed to notice something, and blinked suspiciously, "Huh? Voice. Then he frowned and thought about something, with a wonderful expression on his face. Noticing his appearance, Old Qin, who was still thinking about this phrase in his heart, turned his head.

"What's wrong?"

"Huh...... Take a look. ”

He handed over the notepad, Qin Lao squinted his eyes and looked at it word by word, from when Mingyue had a thousand miles to Gongchanjuan and didn't find anything wrong, it was indeed a good word, he exhaled, shook his head gently, and then narrowed his eyes and paused.

There are naturally a few words behind the sentences, but at this time, everyone is still feeling these sentences, and Pan Guangyan hasn't paid attention to them yet.

The book at the bottom left of the paper has a signature, and seven words are written.

- Sioux House.

- Ning Yi.

- Ning Liheng.

Qin Lao was stunned, then glanced at Kang Lao, and after a while, he smiled dumbly.

"Ha ......"

On the top of the small building in Sufu, Ning Yi got up to drink water, and suddenly sneezed so loudly that he almost choked. He slept back in a daze, pulling the covers tight.

Well, the cold won't get worse, will it......