Chapter 47 Zhang Heng discusses the realm of poetry! (Second update!)

Ding took a breath of cold air.

Another famous article!

But it’s not over yet!

After finishing writing the chapter, he pulled the paper away again, without even ink staining, and the scrawled words were:

If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan with sadness? It is easy to change the heart of an old friend, but it is said that the heart of an old friend is easy to change.

After Lishan's words, it was half past midnight, and the tears, rain and bells ended without complaining. How could I be so lucky to be a man in brocade clothes, and I would like to wish for you that day.

Ding Ze felt his head was numb.

He heard that Zhang Twenty-four wrote twenty-four poems in a row at a poetry meeting. He thought that this was impossible. Someone must have speculated on the hype. Of course, Zhang Shu did not create it on the spot, but he wrote these three famous poems at once. Throw it out, it's still shocking enough!

But the chapters are still being written!

“…Young people don’t know the feeling of sadness, so they fall in love with the stairs. If they fall in love with the stairs, they forcefully express their sorrow in order to compose new words.

Now that I know all the sorrow, I want to say goodbye. I want to say goodbye, but I say it’s been a cool autumn.”

Ding Ze felt as if he had been hit in the heart by a heavy hammer, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble!

The next moment, I suddenly felt that my face was cold. When I reached out my hand to touch it, my face was already filled with tears.

The place they were in was the main building of Fan Building, which was on the side of the main road. At this time, people in other auxiliary buildings heard about what happened in the main building and rushed over. It didn't take long for the main building hall to be crowded. Since the visitors could not squeeze into the middle position, they could only stretch their heads, and then the people in front would recite the poem.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Chang Li quickly asked Lou Kezhou to come to the stage to preside over the order. He had someone take a large piece of paper and copy it again, and then hung the paper on the stage so that everyone below could see it clearly.

The whole building was mesmerized by the spectacle, and the cheers never stopped for a moment.

Zhang Jun stood aside and watched, but as he stood, his head gradually sobered up, and he saw the situation in front of him clearly. He also woke up from the wine. As soon as he woke up from the wine, his head became alive, and suddenly there was a cold sweat on his back: "Oops! Drinking made things worse!"

He quickly separated the crowd, ran in, grabbed Zhang Shu and said, "Second brother, that's enough, that's enough!"

Others said anxiously: "Hey, don't disturb him."

Ding Ze was also anxious: "What are you doing!"

Zhang Xun smiled bitterly and said: "That's enough, that's enough. There are already eleven articles. We can't write any more!"

Zhang Shu actually couldn't write anymore. It was the first time for him to drink so much wine. He was already very drunk. When Zhang Jun shook him, his stomach suddenly turned upside down. He tilted his head and vomited at the table. Others were shocked. Huh, run away quickly.

Zhang Shu chuckled, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and then performed another operation:

I often remember that the sun sets at the creek pavilion, and I am so drunk that I don’t know my way back.

Returning to the boat late after all the fun, I strayed into the depths of lotus flowers.

Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a group of gulls and herons.

…

After writing, he threw the pen away and then fell to the ground. Zhang Jun grabbed him, held it under his arm and walked out. Chang Li quickly ran to stop him. Zhang Jun said loudly: "Boss Chang, my second brother I'm drunk and can't stay any longer, so I'll say goodbye!"

Upon seeing this, Chang Li quickly asked shopkeeper Tong to arrange the carriage. He was really freezing and he couldn't bear the responsibility.

Brother Zhang and Yu left in a hurry, leaving only a room full of guests.

However, the ripples here have spread and will eventually form huge waves that will wash away the city of Bianjing tonight.

…

Xigang banquet.

Green Apricot Garden Poetry Club.

Compared to Fan Lou, the level of Qingxingyuan Poetry Club is much higher.

The host was Yan Shu, and the guests were all officials from the Beijing Dynasty, and they were all middle and high-level officials. Among them, Zhu Gongliang was not conspicuous.

Let's take a look at who is here tonight, the two brothers Song Qi and Song Xiang, Wen Yanbo, Mei Yaochen, Liang Shi, Ouyang Xiu... and many other young people, including brothers Han Jiang, Wang Gui, Lu Gongzhu, etc. Zhang Heng knew about it, and there were many that Zhang Heng had not seen, but many of the names sounded familiar, and they would probably be the future of the Song Dynasty.

The atmosphere of the poetry meeting tonight was quite harmonious, with people communicating eagerly, officials reminiscing with each other, and young people chatting together, everyone enjoying themselves.

However, tonight's Qingxingyuan Poetry Recital has vaguely formed two circles. One is Yan Shu's circle. The two brothers Song Qi and Song Xiang, Wen Yanbo, Mei Yaochen, Liang Shi, Ouyang Xiu, Yu Gongliang and others are all around. beside him.

As for the young people, they gathered around Zhang Heng. Of course, the young people were led by Han Jiang, and Han Jiang was chatting with Zhang Heng, so that it seemed like all the young people were surrounding Zhang Heng.

Han Jiang chatted with Zhang Heng about some things at Taixue, and also asked questions about poetry creation, and Zhang Heng answered casually.

In fact, this is really Zhang Heng's strong point. Of course he is not good at writing poems by himself, but in terms of poetry theory, he is really an expert.

The reason why he can memorize so many poems is naturally because he is a serious lover of poems and has read countless theoretical works on poems.

The literati of the Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties may not be good at writing poetry, but they have really made progress in studying poetry. Bringing the theories of later generations to this time can be regarded as a dimensionality reduction blow.

Yan Shu was a little absent-minded tonight. Although he was talking to Wen Yanbo and others, he kept looking towards the young man, especially at Zhang Heng. Even his ears were pointed this way. .

Although the poetry meeting was vaguely divided into two circles, they were both around the pavilion, and the louder ones could be heard.

Yan Shu listened intently and heard Han Jiang ask with a smile: "...Brother Ju Zheng, you can compose twenty-four poems casually. It shows how profound your research on poetry is. I have always had a doubt, does this poem have a realm?" Brother Ju Zheng, can you explain it to me?"

Yan Shu smiled when he heard the words. His poems express his ambitions and his words express his emotions. Although there are differences between superior and inferior, it is necessary to distinguish between realms. How can this be achieved?

But I heard Zhang Heng reply with a smile: "...Brother Zihua asked me if there are realms of poetry. I have some ideas, but I just summarize them for fun. It would be ridiculous to say it, but it doesn't hurt if we chat casually. , please don’t spread the word to others, lest people think I am arrogant.”

The young people all laughed and said, "Brother Ju Zheng, please tell me!"

Zhang Heng smiled and said: "In my humble opinion, poetry can be divided into three major realms..."

Ouyang Xiu had been looking at his teacher Yan Shu. Seeing that Yan Shu must be paying attention to the movements of the young man, he also looked over. The others, Wen Yanbo and others, also noticed it and turned their attention here.

"...The first state is "Last night the west wind withered the green trees. I climbed up to the tall building alone and looked at the end of the world." If you want to write poetry, you must first have a persistent pursuit, climb high and look far away, observe the path, and have a clear goal. and direction, and understand the general outline of things. When you truly understand the general outline of things, it will be easy to write a poem that has something to say."

As soon as these words came out, Yan Shu's eyes lit up, Ouyang Xiu also raised his eyebrows, and the rest of Mei Yaochen and others also stroked their beards.

Yan Shu stroked his beard and said curiously: "The west wind withered the green trees last night. I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the end of the world." It should be the word card of "Die Lian Hua". This word is really well written, but who wrote it?

Why haven’t I heard of it, Uncle Yong, do you know?”
Chapter completed!