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'A night of spring is worth a thousand gold'
Everyone was slightly stunned. It was a good sentence, but it was somewhat different from the previous two sentences.
'The flowers have a fragrance and the moon has a shadow'
Everyone was stunned.
The night in spring is so precious, because the flowers exude an intoxicating fragrance, and the moon also has the beauty of hazy shadows.
"The sound of singing and pipes is faint in the tower, and the swing courtyard is deep in the night."
At first glance, it was ordinary, just a song of singing and playing flute floating from the high tower, the sound was very melodious and soft. In the yard over there was someone swinging on a swing, it was late at night, and the courtyard was already silent.
but.
If all connected.
The words are simple but the meaning is profound, the lingering aftertaste is lingering, and everything is implied.
Suddenly, it becomes a widely-recited poem.
If you read the whole poem carefully, you will find that the most ordinary line "A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold" is far better than the previous two lines with beautiful artistic conception.
Quiet~~~
Everyone looked at the poems on Su Changan's desk and fell completely silent.
Old Master Yao stared at the poem on the table and murmured, "A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold. This poem fully describes the night scene and expresses the artistic conception."
With such emotion, Master Yao looked around at everyone and said, "Go back, I will show it to you later."
Everyone bowed.
But everyone looked at Su Changan deeply.
The eyes are complicated.
Envy, loss, jealousy, helplessness.
There are all kinds of eyes.
Just because they know one thing.
The winner must be Miss Chang'an.
Old Master Yao bent down to take the paper on the table, and Su Changan naturally handed it over quickly.
After Master Yao took it, he looked at Su Changan and said, "I'm afraid your grandfather will ask your father to drink a few more glasses tonight."
After saying that, he lowered his head to look at the paper in his hand, read softly, and walked towards the main seat.
But this is only two steps
Old Master Yao turned around and frowned at Su Changan: "I have a few calligraphy works by Wang Xiangzhi, a great calligrapher of the previous dynasty. I will have someone send them to you tomorrow. You should practice calligraphy more."
Su Changan was a little unhappy, but facing such an elder giving him something, he couldn't be unhappy, so he immediately bowed and said, "Thank you for the gift, sir. I will practice hard."
Master Yao nodded, turned around and continued walking towards the main seat.
Mr. Shuiyun looked at Su Changan and smiled: "You are very good."
Then, after thinking for a while, he smiled and said, "But calligraphy really needs more practice. When you have time in the future, come to my Shuiyunzhai and sit down. Although I don't have any calligraphy by masters, you can still copy my own calligraphy. I will send it to you together with the calligraphy that Master Yao wants to give you."
Su Changan became even more unhappy, but still returned the gift respectfully.
Mr. Shuiyun returned the greeting gently, then pinched Su Wan'er's face and went back.
Xun Kuang had a lot to say, but for some reason, when he wanted to say something, he looked at Su Changan and didn't dare to say a word, so he looked at Su Changan and said, "Miss Changan, this handwriting is really a bit unbearable to look at. I also have some calligraphy works by calligraphy masters, I will send them to you someday."
After saying this, he bowed and turned around to catch up with Master Yao to look at the poem on the paper.
Su Changan pouted, looking very unhappy.
Sitting back in the chair, he looked at Su Linhan and Su Wan'er who were laughing beside him: "These people have hurt my self-esteem a little bit."
Su Linhan smiled even more happily, and after a while she recovered and said, "The handwriting is a little ugly, elder sister needs to practice more."
It hurts my feelings!
Su Changan looked at Su Linhan.
Su Wan'er whispered, "The handwriting isn't pretty, but the poem is really pretty. I just saw a lot of people looking dumbfounded. So it doesn't matter. It's OK as long as you're pretty."
Hearing Su Wan'er's words, Su Changan's fragile self-esteem was immediately satisfied, and he looked at Su Wan'er again.
Otherwise, this little girl becomes more and more rare the more you look at her!!
Although this word is beautiful, Su Changan still feels a little awkward when using it to describe himself, but it is a good word when used to praise oneself!
But this time.
Su Zhaoxin ran over with a large plate in his hand.
Seeing this little thing, Su Changan was helpless.
But Su Zhaoxin put the plates on the table all at once, two plates, one plate of green bamboo shoots and one plate of a whole chicken.
There was some on their table just now, but Su Changan ate it all.
Su Zhaoxin looked around and said to Su Changan, "Big sister, it's not that I didn't come up to help you chase them away, I really had no choice. I squeezed in several times but couldn't get in. I almost fell down. Thanks to Sister Li, I'm fine. But it's okay, otherwise you'd be the big sister. Just that one poem, I saw everyone stunned, even Sister Li was silent for a long time. But I don't think she understood it, because she doesn't look like a scholar."
Su Zhaoxin said, looking at the chicken and vegetables on the table: "Here, this is on Sister Li's table. I saw you eating the chicken leg and it smelled delicious, so I asked for it. I was going to send it to you just now, but I hesitated for a moment because I thought you were allergic to me. Then those people came over, so I didn't send it to you. You can eat one leg of this chicken, my sister can eat one leg, and the butt and wings can be given to me."
"My second sister doesn't like these greasy foods, so she asked for a plate of bamboo shoots. But if you ask me, this poetry gathering was too stingy. No one refilled the food after it was all eaten. I told Sister Li about it, and Sister Li said she would go and scold them later."
Hearing Su Zhaoxin's words.
Su Linhan shook her head helplessly.
Su Wan'er also glared at Su Zhaoxin and said nothing more.
Su Changan looked at Su Zhaoxin. This little guy was sometimes fierce, but sometimes he was really warm-hearted. He would always care about the people around him when something good happened, and he also knew how to care for others.
But why does he have such a punchable mouth?
Su Zhaoxin looked at Su Changan, then turned to look at Li Xingyue who was looking at him, and looked at Su Changan cautiously: "Big sister, are you still allergic to me? If you are, I'm going back."
Hearing this, Su Changan cursed, "Sit down, don't cause trouble for others when you first meet them!"
Su Zhaoxin grinned when he heard it, and immediately sat down next to Su Changan: "It's not a problem, Sister Li is very nice to me, giving me food and drink, and she is also happy to listen to me talk about your things. However, there is actually one thing I have never told you. Before the poetry meeting, I was thinking, Big Sister, your handwriting is so ugly, what should you do when you come to the poetry meeting to write, so many people are watching, what if you embarrass yourself, and it will also embarrass us. But just now, what did I see, Big Sister?"
Su Changan grabbed Su Zhaoxin and said, "I'm allergic to you again. You should go over there."
Su Zhaoxin's face twisted: "You're not going to say you're not allergic anymore?"
Su Changan immediately said: "When did you say that?"
Su Zhaoxin was even more worried. How could he be allergic? !
Su Linhan on the side finally couldn't help laughing again.
Su Changan turned around and didn't say anything, but he saw Su Linhan still putting the pens and ink neatly in place, obviously she didn't plan to write anymore.
And at this time.
Su Changan's poem had already passed through the hands of everyone and finally returned to Master Yao.
Master Yao looked at everyone and said loudly: "You have read Su Changan's poems, but has anyone written a poem?"
Although asking this.
But Master Yao saw that many people had packed up their pens, ink, paper and inkstones like Su Linhan did, and everyone lowered their heads and sighed in their hearts.
Those who can participate in this early winter poetry festival can be considered to have some talent and learning in terms of literary talent, regardless of moral character.
There should have been a lot of excellent works, and when competition was fierce, they should all have a chance to win the top spot.
but.
After all, Su Changan wrote poetry too early, which hindered the scene of flowers blooming in full bloom as in previous years.
At a glance.
Nine out of ten people lowered their heads, and a few of them smiled bitterly, putting away the papers they had written on, as they really felt embarrassed to take them out.
After sighing again, Master Yao looked at the young man sitting at a table in the corner and said, "Yan Shu, what about you?"
The young man named Yan Shu was dressed in blue, not luxurious but very clean. When he heard Master Yao call his name, he immediately stepped forward, bowed and said with a wry smile: "Teacher, I dare not show off my ugliness in front of Miss Chang'an's excellent work."
Mr. Yao hesitated to speak and gently waved his hand to signal him to go back.
Then, Master Yao looked at Su Linhan, but seeing that the writing brush and ink on Su Linhan's desk were neatly arranged and motionless, he smiled bitterly and looked at Su Changan: "Su Changan."
Su Changan stood up immediately after hearing this: "The student is here."
Master Yao asked, "Those two lines of poetry were both excellent, why were they discarded?"
Su Changan replied: "Some of them I didn't know how to write, so I gave up."
Master Yao looked a little regretful: "I will improve it in the future. Good works are hard to come by, so we should cherish them."
Su Changan nodded: "Yes."
Master Yao glanced at everyone, then looked at Su Changan and asked, "What is the name of this poem, 'A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold pieces'?"
Su Changan replied: "Spring Night."
Master Yao nodded: "Good. Let me ask you again, it's already winter, why are you writing about Spring Night?"
Su Changan smiled and said, "I was actually thinking of writing Winter Night, but after thinking about it, I found it a bit confusing, so I changed it to Spring Night."
After hearing what he said, Master Yao pondered it carefully, then smiled helplessly and scolded, "Nonsense! If someone else had been the host, your poem about a spring night would definitely not have won the first prize! But after all, we set the topic and did not say when to write it, so it is not against the rules. Moreover, if those pedantic people were here, your handwriting would definitely prevent you from winning the first prize! After you go back, remember to practice your handwriting more, otherwise how can you win the first prize!"
Su Changan smiled awkwardly: "I will follow your instructions, sir."
Old Master Yao smiled at Su Changan, then looked at everyone and said, "The poetry competition will not end here. If you do not submit any poems, Su Changan will be the champion of this poetry competition. But before the end, if you submit a good poem, you can compete for the championship. Students, do not give up. We scholars should have a noble spirit in our hearts. Do not let others' literary talent ruin your own style."
When everyone heard this, they felt a little ashamed and immediately bowed in unison: "We will follow your instructions, sir."
Old Master Yao nodded and said, "Tonight is a poetry gathering. Let's meet friends through poetry. Just have fun. There is no need to follow those clichéd etiquette. When learning etiquette, it is important to keep it in mind, not on the surface. Mr. Shuiyun, Mr. Xun, and I will be here. If you have any questions or want to discuss academic matters with us, you can come. When studying, don't be pedantic! Students, please!"
Everyone looked at each other and bowed again: "Sir, please."
Su Changan watched this scene.
Especially when he looked at Master Yao, he felt that the word "character" seemed worthy of this Master Yao who had hurt his feelings so much.
But the problem is