Chapter 713 Sun Shan Regrets Attending the Poetry Meeting
The second batch was Zhu Pengyun, and his result was the same as Sun Shan, he was eliminated!
Zhu Pengyun said indignantly: "Ashan, my poem is obviously well written, why is it not shortlisted? Ashan, can you give me a taste of it?"
Sun Shan looked at Zhu Pengyun's poem, whose theme was about snow.
It is similar to the doggerel "one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces". It is indeed catchy, but it does not conform to the aesthetic taste of literati at all, so it is normal to be eliminated.
The third batch was Kong Yi, and his result was the same as Sun Shan’s, he was eliminated!
Kong Yi, like Zhu Pengyun, said indignantly: "Brother Sun, take a look at my poems. Are they good? I feel that although my poems cannot be compared with those of Li Bai and Du Fu, they are about the same as those of Wang Wei. Why are they not shortlisted?"
Wang Wei, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, is known for his fresh and natural poems with ethereal artistic conception, like paintings and Zen. His representative works include "Autumn Night in the Mountain" and "Sending Yuan Er to Anxi".
Kong Yi actually had the audacity to compete with Wang Wei. I wonder who gave him the courage.
You don't even need to look at Kong Yi's poems. Just based on his gossipy and fun-loving nature, it is impossible for him to write a poem that is fresh, distant, natural and unworldly, depicting a landscape or pastoral scene.
Sun Shan didn't even look at him, and said coldly, "Brother Kong, don't talk too much, it will make people laugh at you."
Kong Yi's eyes widened and he covered his chest. He didn't expect Sun Shan to be such a cold person.
I would have my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon illuminates the ditch.
Break off the relationship, must break off the relationship!
However, a quarter of an hour after Kong Yi broke off his friendship with Sun Shan, they gathered together again to discuss whose poems were good and whose were not.
Muttering about the unknown inside story, it is obvious that the person's poetry is not good, but he was shortlisted. There must be some scandal.
Sun Shan was too lazy to pay attention to Kong Yi. The other person's writing was obviously good, but he insisted on saying it was bad. It was simply because that person was in the same batch as him, but he was shortlisted while he was not, so he was jealous and envious.
Sun Shan saw that He Shujun and other members of the He family were also there, and finally He's cousin was also shortlisted.
As expected, he is young and promising. At the age of eighteen, he is very young.
Young people, come on.
The first round of "carving candles to limit poems" ended, and the second round of "beating the bowl to prompt poems" began. The second round of copper bowl competition was much more exciting than the first round. The host gave the topic, and within a few seconds of thinking, he would beat the copper bowl. When the sound of the copper bowl stopped, he would immediately offer paper and ink for the contestants to write.
"Ji Bo Yin" is roughly speaking a poetry competition with a "time limit, topic and rhyme limit".
The topics include scenes, people, objects, and events, and often involve allusions.
The poems were written in the form of seven-character quatrains, which gradually expanded to seven-character regulated verses.
The contestants have to compose poems in a short period of time, which tests not only their quick wit but also their mental quality.
Like Sun Shan, after hearing the topic and figuring out its meaning, the sound of the bowl was almost over, so there was no need to write it down at the last minute.
Sun Shan thought he could not compare with Cao Zhi, who could compose a poem in seven steps.
The first round of the second round of "Bowl-beating Chanting" ended very quickly, proving that it is indeed difficult to compose poetry on the spot.
A juren is considered to be one of the best among men, but it is still very difficult to compose poems that meet the requirements in such a short time.
He Zudi was also kicked out.
Sun Shan comforted him and said, "Don't be sad. You are already very good. You are the pride of Guangnan for being able to make it to the first round among so many talented people."
Qian Yingyang also thought so: "Yes, it's already amazing. You are the only two finalists in Guangnan. You are the best among the best. Don't be sad, little brother. Brother will hug you."
Sun Shan: ...
I wanted to kick Qian Yingyang away.
The second game began, and one of the students from Guangnan, Han Mengyuan, who was a classmate of Sun Shan, was kicked out.
Han Jieyuan failed the exam three years ago and made a comeback three years later.
I met him at the Guangnan Guild Hall a few days ago. We greeted each other and had a deep memory of each other.
Han Jieyuan said bitterly: "The talents in Jiangnan and Fujian are too great. I am ashamed to be inferior to them."
Sun Shan consoled him again, "Han Jieyuan, don't be sad. You are already very capable, but there are always people better than you. It's not our fault that Guangnan's literary style is not strong."
Blame the sky, the earth, and the weather, but never blame yourself!
Han Mengyuan was the last representative of Guangnan. Now that he is out, there is no more candidate from Guangnan.
After that, the third and fourth games were more exciting than the last.
Sun Shan and his gang clapped and cheered as they watched.
Many students were sweating profusely and had to take off their coats.
Sun Shan was also feeling hot, but he was trying to hold it in. He couldn't take the risk as he might catch a cold if he took off his clothes.
The poetry competition continued, and in the end two talented men from Suzhou competed against each other.
Oh, when fellow villagers meet, they stab each other in the face.
Sun Shan and his companions watched in amazement as the two talented men from Suzhou competed with each other in a fierce competition.
Zhu Pengyun shook his head and said, "I never thought that the poetry gathering of our Bamin Guild Hall would be won by a talented person from Suzhou. I am so ashamed."
Even though the competition has not yet been decided, the two talents are from the same place, and anyone with a discerning eye knows that the Suzhou talent has won.
The talented scholar from Fujian next door sighed and said: "My fellow countryman, the Suzhou scholar won last time and the Suzhou scholar won this time too. I am so ashamed."
After Zhu Pengyun and his fellow villagers expressed their feelings, the poetry competition finally came to a winner.
The championship was won by a talented man from Suzhou with ordinary looks, ordinary figure, but extraordinary talent.
As an audience member, Sun Shan immediately burst into applause. Although it was not a sincere blessing, he had to admire it.
To be able to receive a reward of 100 taels, one must be an extraordinary talent.
Sun Shan, a talented scholar from Suzhou, also saw the poems and essays written by him. They were indeed well-written. Not the kind of good that depends on personal opinion, but good that looks good at first glance.
Sun Shan couldn't help but worry: Is there still a chance to make it to the list in tomorrow's examination?
Today's game made Sun Shan feel that high school is like a mayfly trying to shake a tree.
Qian Yingyang patted his chest and said thankfully: "Fortunately, I didn't attend the poetry meeting, and didn't show off my skills in front of an expert. Fortunately, fortunately."
Kong Yi sighed and said: "Suzhou is indeed a place where talented people come from. We in Dezhou are ashamed of ourselves."
After a pause, he asked, "Brother Sun, what do you think of my moving to Suzhou? Will I become a great talent in three years?"
Sun Shan's face was filled with black lines.
This classmate Kong first wanted to move from Beijing to Texas, and now he wants to move to Suzhou. He deeply remembers that the local environment shapes the local people.
Sun Shan's triangular eyes were raised high, and he curled his lips like Su Shi, and said coldly: "Brother Kong, don't think about this problem now, but think about the examination in February next year. Seeing so many talented people today, our lives will be over next year!"
The thing Sun Shan regretted most at this moment was participating in today's poetry meeting.
As long as he doesn't come to participate, he won't know that there are so many strong people. As the saying goes, ignorance is fearless.
Today I opened my eyes and realized how mediocre I am. I have even less confidence in next year’s imperial examination.
Sun Shan burst into tears!