Happy Little Scholar

At first, Wan Ruoqing said that he would write a Mid-Autumn Festival poem by himself, but the only Mid-Autumn Festival poem that Li Yi could recite was Su Shi's "Shui Diao Ge Tou".

However, "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" has stood at the pinnacle of Mid-Autumn Festival poetry for thousands of years. Once this word came out, the rest of the poetry was useless. The level was so high that it would scare people to death. In this small competition, Li Yi really couldn't give it up. take it out.

After all, for a poem of that level, one would be missing just for one hundred taels of silver, which is really not cost-effective.

When I came in just now, I had a conversation with Wan Ruoqing and learned that it could be either a Mid-Autumn poem or a Mid-Autumn poem. The first thing I thought of was Li Bai's "Drinking Alone Under the Moon."

This is also one of the few poems that Li Yi can recite completely without cheating, and the other one is "Looking up at the bright moon, bowing down to miss my hometown".

Although there are only four sentences in "Thoughts on a Quiet Night", it has become Li Bai's most profound influence on later generations. The first sentence that every child who begins to study ancient poetry must recite is probably "The moonlight is bright in front of the bed, and it is suspected that it is on the ground." Frost".

Therefore, the status of this poem in Li Yi's heart was far greater than that of "Drinking Alone under the Moon", and he was reluctant to take it out.

I didn’t expect that this stupid poetry club only allowed lyrics but not poetry. It would be better to just call it a poetry club, which would be a waste of people’s emotions...

"Tell me earlier..." Wan Ruoqing looked up at him, with some hope suddenly rising in her heart, "What do you mean, Master?"

Li Yi actually doesn't have any other intentions. If he ends things here early, he can go home for dinner early...

"I have to trouble Miss Ruoqing to write the book again." Li Yi looked at her and said with a smile.

At this time, Wan Ruoqing finally understood the meaning of Li Yi's words just now.

"He actually wanted to compose another Mid-Autumn Festival poem on the spot!"

Poetry gatherings like Chinese Valentine's Day or Mid-Autumn Festival have extremely clear themes. Above poetry gatherings, they are limited to Chinese Valentine's Day poems and Mid-Autumn Festival poetry. Talents who participate in poetry gatherings often start preparing long ago and even spend several months polishing them. Only by carefully considering the verses word by word can there be a stunning moment above the poetry meeting.

If they were asked to compose lyrics on the spot, even the so-called top talent in Qing'an Prefecture would probably be able to produce mediocre works.

After "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" was rejected, it was almost impossible to write another Mid-Autumn Festival poem that surpassed Su Wentian in a short period of time. They had no hope at all.

"Miss Ruoqing..."

Seeing that Wan Ruoqing hadn't moved yet, Li Yi stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her eyes.

After Wan Ruoqing came back to her senses, she glanced at Li Yi again, hurriedly picked up the pen, spread out a new piece of rice paper, and then stood quietly aside, waiting for Li Yi to speak.

Although I don't know why the young master didn't write it himself this time, I just hesitated for a moment and immediately followed his arrangement.

Her move naturally aroused everyone's curiosity.

"What is Miss Wan doing?"

"Is she going to compose another Mid-Autumn Festival poem?"

"Even if she really does it, she can't surpass Su Wentian..."

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Many talented people sighed in their hearts, but no one thought highly of Wan Ruoqing.

After all, even the carefully prepared Mid-Autumn Festival poems were suppressed by Su Wentian. How could he outperform the opponent by performing on the spot?

Seeing this, Su Wentian had a look of ridicule on his face. If Wan Ruoqing had to prepare carefully for several months before she could bring any threat to him, and her lyrics written on the spot might not be as good as the song just now.

"Ruo Qing..." Several women from the Yunying Poetry Club obviously guessed this. Zhao Yunrou looked at her, opened her mouth, and finally just sighed.

Only Zeng Zuimo raised his head and looked at Li Yi. She saw all the words he and Wan Ruoqing whispered just now.

"Partridge Sky."

At this moment, Li Yi spoke calmly.

"Partridge Sky?" The expression on the talented man's face was stunned.

"It's Ci Pai." Someone said immediately.

"It turns out that brother is the one who wrote the lyrics." Everyone suddenly understood.

However, as a result, their confidence in Yunying Poetry Club has been reduced a bit.

Although poetry is often mentioned together, both style and rhythm are very different. It would take a huge amount of time and energy to study one of them, let alone both poetry and poetry. Such a talented person , I am afraid that he has already become famous all over the world, and it is impossible for them not to recognize him.

The level of "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" was already so high that they were amazed. If a poem composed on the spot could surpass Su Wentian, then I'm afraid Su Wentian would not be the only one in the audience who felt ashamed.

Su Wentian still had a smile on his face and was full of confidence in his heart.

Not to mention that the person in front of him was just a not-so-famous scholar, even the most talented man in Qing'an Prefecture wrote lyrics on the spot, and he was still not afraid.

When the time comes, they will produce another mediocre work. Let’s see how they end up!

When Li Yi's voice came, several women in the Yunying Poetry Club looked startled, and then they looked up suddenly, with a bit of hope in their eyes.

In the exact same scene as before, can this young master turn things around again?

Zeng Zuimo looked at the scholar's face, which still had a calm expression. For some reason, his heart suddenly calmed down.

It was at this time that Li Yi's voice clearly reached everyone's ears again.

"The remaining smoke blows into the night wind, and a bright moon hangs above the curtain..."

When their minds all involuntarily emerged with the night wind blowing through the mist and the bright moon hanging high outside the curtain, the expressions on their faces also froze.

"Because the road is long and the person is still far away, even if we can share the same heart, we cannot sleep together." Li Yi's voice continued, as if the words were copied on rice paper with beautiful and lively hairpin flower small regular script.

"Love is tender and the thoughts are heavy. The green clouds return without a trace. I should have loved to cage the mandarin ducks in two places in my previous life..."

After reading Liu Yong's "Nian Nu Jiao", Li Yi took the tea next to him and took a sip, only to find that the place suddenly became quiet.

The little maid blinked her big eyes and her body couldn't help but get closer to Li Yi. The atmosphere was quiet and weird, and the girl was a little scared.

After a while, a sound finally came from the place.

Su Wentian turned his head, the expression on his face was indescribable. He opened his mouth but didn't say anything. He pushed the crowd away and walked out without saying a word. It wasn't until his figure disappeared at the door that the crowd suddenly burst into an uproar.

"Using long and slow lyrics to describe the separation and longing is plain and unadorned, but it is also vivid."

"It seems to be a straightforward narrative, but it shows the longing and sorrow of parting more."

"I never thought that you are both a poet and a lyricist. I admire you!"

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For a while, several people bowed to Li Yi with complicated expressions and said, "Su Wentian knows that he is not as good as you, so he has taken the initiative to leave. Today's competition is won by Yunying Poetry Club."

Although the process was tortuous, it was still won in the end. All the women in Yunying Poetry Club showed joy on their faces, and looked at Li Yi secretly with their beautiful eyes from time to time.

The whole poem is full of sadness and parting. This young man must be missing his beloved...

I just don't know which woman is so lucky to be favored by this young man...

At this time, in the minds of several talented women, this handsome young man who is both good at poetry and lyrics has already been extremely talented, surpassing Yang Yanzhou, Shen Zhao and others, and is almost on par with "Li Yi" in "Magpie Bridge Fairy"!