"Plum Blossoms..."
Seeing his lot, Gu Xu was quite happy.
Because plum blossoms are one of the Four Gentlemen of Flowers, they have been favored by literati in previous dynasties and left behind many masterpieces handed down from generation to generation - just among the ancient poems that middle school students must memorize, he is I can think of quite a few.
If he draws something relatively unpopular like "Peony" or "Poppy", then he will have a headache. After all, as a science dog in his previous life, he had not read many ancient poems outside of textbooks.
However, in today's situation, even poems about plum blossoms cannot be copied casually.
It must also comply with the theme of "Proud of frost and standing of snow".
Like the song "Sparse shadows are slanting across the clear water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk" which is called "Eternal Song of Plum Blossoms", and the very artistic song "Beside the Broken Bridge Outside the Post Office" , cannot be used here.
In addition, Gu Xu can roughly guess that if everything in front of him is really a test set by the "Jinghong Pen", then he must write a poem that will dazzle everyone in order to succeed. Passing the test in this "Hundred Flowers Poetry Society" - at least not inferior to Lu Shiyao's poem about the flower blossoms.
Gu Xu was silent for a moment and gradually had an idea in his mind.
"Madam, do you have any pen and ink?" He turned to look at Mrs. Lu.
"Baihua Poetry Club" does not require guests to recite poems orally.
The poems that everyone recited just now were also recorded by servants.
However, Gu Xu was the first to propose writing poems himself.
"Is this kid trying to do something unique to attract people's attention?" Someone secretly guessed in private.
But in fact, Gu Xu’s idea was very simple.
He just felt that when doing cultural communication in a different world for the first time, he had to be more serious.
"Of course." Mrs. Lu smiled.
Immediately she ordered the servant to hand the pen, ink, paper and inkstone to Gu Xu.
Gu Xu picked up the pen and splashed ink on the paper.
His handwriting has delicate bones, beautiful stippling, alternating density and density, and clever whitening.
Just like the symbols he painted, they are elegant and fresh, but also elegant and beautiful.
In an instant, the poem is completed.
Gu Xu handed the rice paper in front of him to the servant, and the servant showed the poem he wrote in front of everyone.
I saw it written:
"There are several plum trees in the corner,"
"Ling Han bloomed alone."
"I know it's not snow from a distance,"
"Because there is a faint fragrance coming." ”
Everyone was startled when they saw this poem. Their previous doubts about Gu Xu disappeared without a trace, and there was even some appreciation in their eyes.
The language of this poem It is simple and natural, with neither too gorgeous words nor the slightest trace of sculpture, but it is very picturesque, making everyone involuntarily think of the image of a white plum blossom blooming alone in the corner.
"Madam, what do you think?" Chen Anzhi asked in a low voice.
Mrs. Lu thought for a moment and replied: "This young man is a man of real talent and learning. In terms of poetic attainments, he has already broken away from the stage of piling up rhetoric and copying people's wisdom, and has reached the stage of returning to nature and being completely self-contained." Realm."
Chen Anzhi nodded.
When she wrote the song "Peony", she was careful about every word and every sentence. She not only pursued neat rhythm, but also deliberately used many metaphors, contrasts and other rhetorical figures.
At first glance, the flowers are in bloom.
But compared with Gu Xu's poem, it seems to be too craftsmanship and pales in comparison.
It’s like a promiscuous woman wearing heavy makeup meets a fairy who descends to earth without any makeup.
Lu Shiyao, who was sitting at the edge of the long table, also nodded slightly, showing appreciation in his indifferent eyes.
In her opinion, Gu Xu's poem seemed to be written simply and casually, but in fact it had an exquisite layout and arrangement, and his skills in practicing words and sentences were also extraordinary.
For example, "corner" and "Ling Han"... reflect the situation that no one appreciates the plum blossoms, and also reflect their proud demeanor of snow and frost; the last two sentences not only describe the color of plum blossoms, but also use "Remote knowledge" and "hidden fragrance" show the subtle and refreshing characteristics of plum blossom aroma.
"Well written!" With an appreciative smile on his face, Tang Hui took the lead in applauding Gu Xu.
As for Chu Fengge...he didn't know how to evaluate whether a poem was good or bad.
He just felt that this poem was catchy to read, much easier to understand and more comfortable than the poems of other people here.
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At this moment, in the corner of the wall out of sight of everyone, a plum tree quickly took root and sprouted, sprouting branches and leaves, ready to bloom.
Jinghongbi, who has a picky taste, apparently also unknowingly agreed with Gu Xu’s poems.
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After writing this poem, Gu Xu did not stop writing immediately, but still wrote furiously on the rice paper.
The servant beside him wanted to dissuade him.
But Mrs. Lu waved her hand: "Let him continue writing!"
Soon, Gu Xu finished writing the second poem:
"Wearing this body in the ice and snow forest,"
"It's not like peaches and plums mixed with fragrant dust."
"Suddenly, the fragrance spreads all night long,"
"It spreads like spring throughout the universe." ”
“This guy is really smart and quick!” ”
Seeing this scene, everyone couldn’t help but take a deep breath.
Writing two excellent plum poems in a short period of time is not something ordinary people can do.
Because this requires not only inspiration and talent, but also a profound cultural accumulation and poetic heritage.
If the previous poem embodies a few plum blossoms. The loneliness that blooms alone in a secluded corner is the pride that is not afraid of the eyes of others.
Then this poem is full of white plum blossoms and fragrance overflowing.Yuyu clarified. < /p>
Chen Anzhi beside her also admired Gu Xu.
Because the poems of many people present were limited to one garden and one house, and they all forced themselves to express sadness for the sake of writing poems, making the table full of artificial melancholy.
There are almost no people like Gu Xu who have written the broad pattern of "spreading the universe thousands of miles apart".
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At this moment, all the white plum blossoms in the corner are in full bloom.
It's like snow on the branches.
The aroma is overflowing and refreshing.
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Gu Xu has not stopped writing.
After a while, he wrote another poem on the rice paper in front of him:
"Wind and rain send spring back, and flying snow welcomes spring. There are already hundreds of feet of ice on the cliff, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches. .
“Qiao doesn’t fight for spring, she only repays it. When the mountain flowers were in full bloom, she smiled among the bushes. ”
Although this is a poem and does not conform to the current rules of Baihua Poetry Society;
But when they saw the content on the paper, everyone was impressed by it. , all lamented that they were not as good as they were.
Today, Gu Xu wrote three poems about plum blossoms in a row, with the title "Ao Xue Ling Shuang", which progressed in emotions and feelings. It became more and more heroic and passionate.
Obviously, everyone could not imagine that in this poem, the delicate and fragile flowers could be so powerful and vigorous.
"Today's flowers." Poetry Society', this person should be the leader! "They all thought in unison.