In the Tortoise Crane Garden of the Pan residence, the Still water poetry gathering had reached its climax.
The sound of music rang out, pieces of paper were passed around in the hands of the crowd, and the light and lively voice of the female singers were reciting the outstanding poems of the night. The atmosphere here was relatively more serious than that of the Pu Yuan poetry gathering, because there were more important figures, but the various performances could still make the atmosphere lively and not lose its quaint elegance.
The Tortoise Crane Garden was a beautifully laid out, ancient and leisurely garden, with all kinds of rocks, waterways, corridors and pavilions. At this moment, lanterns with riddles painted on them were set up in the garden. The women sat on one side, the scholars sat on the other, and the host and a group of famous and knowledgeable elders sat on the other side. There was no special stage built, but the occasional singing and dancing performances that appeared in the garden were indeed very natural and left a deep impression on people. Those that could come to this poetry gathering were all famous people, and evidently had put a lot of thought into it.
There were naturally lantern riddles, performances, moon gazing and so on at the poetry gathering, and there were even many knowledgeable people speaking, such as the host Pan Guangyan. Even at the beginning, the Jiangning prefectural magistrate came over and said, 'Everyone is the pillar of the country' and so on. This was enough to explain the status of the Still water poetry gathering. Of course, after a night of revelry, in order to prevent the city from getting into trouble, the prefectural magistrate had to stay in the yamen. He could not stay for long, and hurriedly left.
If the scholars at the poetry gathering had good works, they would directly stand up and evaluate it with the crowd. Every once in a while, someone would send over a few poems of good quality, and the paper would be passed around in the hands of the crowd. If the poem was really good, or there were other views, then someone would stand up and recite it, and discuss with the crowd. Pan Guangyan and the others would naturally give their comments.
Elder Qin sat on one side of the banquet, and next to him was Kang Xian, who was still dressed in a rather expensive manner. He was also the Elder Kang who bickered with Ning Yi. His courtesy name was Ming Yun, so many people also called him Duke Ming. His background was very complicated. He did not lack wealth, but just based on his literary and Confucian cultivation, it was enough for everyone to call him a wise duke. Among the dozens of scholars present, there were two or three who had received his teachings and called him teacher. But Elder Kang had always been strict, and everyone was somewhat afraid of him. But tonight he did not criticize anyone. In fact, the quality of tonight's Still water poetry meeting was to his satisfaction.
At this moment, he was talking and laughing with Elder Qin in a low-key manner. Actually, at this point in time, the truly good poems had already been written. At this moment, the two of them were discussing these.
"... The autumn equinox stops for a night, and the Yin soul is at its most crystalline. Sheng Canghai looked at Li Yaoming. Layers of space are suspicious, thousands of monsters want to hide. They are not like each other in the evening, and cannot be heard in the morning … Qin Gong, Li Pin's poem from Li Pin of Lichuan Poetry Conference is really talented. Although there is no first in literature, from what I see, this poem will be the most popular tonight. "
"There are ghosts and monsters, it can be said to be an unconventional move, but it gives people a feeling of grandeur, and only makes people's thoughts surge. There is not the slightest hint of treachery. This poem has the style of the Tang Dynasty. Li Pin and Li Dexin have indeed entered the ranks of masters. But Duke Ming, you have always been strict with yourself. Shishui actually also has a few good poems today, for example, this one just now. "
Elder Qin picked up a poem with a smile. "The blue sky is like water, the deep silver decorations are clear, the golden waves are clear. It is suspected that Heng 'e hung the treasure mirror high up in the Moon Palace. The autumn leaves sing, the curtains are like a painting, the fragrance of cinnamon wafts in the wind. Every year on this night, the Yu Building is desolate … Don't be biased? "
"Haha, you and I are not judges, we are just judging according to our hearts, how can I be biased. Oh, this poem is really good … "
"In my opinion, the two best poems tonight are also among them."
Elder Qin had always been low-key, and did not make any public comments tonight. He only casually chatted with his friends. In reality, Cao Guan of the Still Water Poetry Club and Li Pin and Li Dexin of the Lichuan Poetry Club were indeed one of the most famous scholars in Jiangning at this time. The people below were also comparing their poems. Although there was no first place in literature, there was always a need to compete in terms of eloquence.
Everyone was commenting on the poems. At this time, Pan Guangyan was also smiling and talking to Cao Guan. After a while, someone sent in a new poem, which was divided into three copies for everyone to read.
The truly good poems that could reach a higher level would basically not appear at this time, but there were still good ones. Everyone laughed and discussed as they each passed a page. A page was passed to Elder Qin and Elder Kang. Elder Qin picked it up and looked at it, then laughed.
"Huh? How is it? "Kang Xian asked.
"Haha, I just did not expect that Pu Yuan could come up with a good poem at this time. Take a look."
"Oh? Pu Yuan. " Elder Kang also laughed, took a look at the poem, and then looked at the name 'Xue Jin' at the bottom, shook his head and put it down. "Zhongping, pleasing to the eye, nothing new."
At this time, someone below shouted, "Everyone, I did not expect Lichuan to have a good poem at this time. In my opinion, this poem is really not bad."
Someone who knew him said with a smile, "Then read it." That person nodded, and after a moment, began to read the poem, "This poem uses the title of Shuidiao. Everyone listen: The autumn sky is as clean as water, the moon mirror is restless. The lonely Zhang Le is happy, the laughter is out of the atmosphere … "
As he read to this point, he suddenly seemed to sense something and turned to look at the stage where Pan Guangyan and the other Elders were seated. An old man had already stood up at this time, holding a piece of paper in his hand. He hurriedly walked over to Pan Guangyan, his fingers flicking the paper as he seemed to be muttering something. This old man was friends with Elder Qin and Elder Kang. When he saw that Pan Guangyan had already come over, he put down the paper and said to the people around him in a low voice, "Everyone, please take a look at this poem."
This was also the title of Shuidiao. Seeing that the people on the stage were paying attention to something else, the person who was reading the poem was stunned. Pan Guangyan reacted, smiled, and raised his hand, gesturing for the person to continue, but did not look at the paper. When this person finished reading, he thought about it for a while, smiled and commented a few words. Then, he picked up the paper and read it. After a while, he muttered to himself and frowned. Everyone below the stage and even the female guests looked over.
"Old Crane, if you have any good poems, quickly recite them. It's not nice to keep people in suspense like this."
Pan Guangyan had a good temper, so Cao Guan, who was the leader of the group, said with a smile. Then, the people around him also laughed, and the atmosphere became relaxed. Pan Guangyan also smiled, "This is also a title of Shuidiao, this poem … I will recite it for everyone: When will the moon be clear, holding a cup of wine, I ask the clear sky. I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is it tonight … I want to ride the wind back home, but I fear the jade palace, high up in the cold. Dancing with the clear shadow, how can I be in the human world. "
The poem of Shuidiao resounded in the courtyard, but before the first half of it was finished, there was already no sound of conversation among the people present. Pan Guangyan was a great scholar in the literary world, and at this moment, he was seriously reciting the poem according to the rhythm. Although he did not recite it quickly, the mood of the poem was consistent, and he finished it in one breath.
The people present were people with a deep foundation in poetry, and just by listening to this part, they could already feel the mood of the poem was ethereal, grand, and distant. The first question seemed simple, but in the flourishing literary world, all kinds of poems inevitably pursued complexity, and endless changes. Some people even advocated that if it was a poem about the moon, it would be better if there was not even a word 'moon' in it. However, the first sentence of the poem was a question of when will the moon be clear, but with the next sentence, the mood of the poem had already developed naturally, and when it came to the palace in the sky, the mood of the poem naturally changed from a gurgling stream to a flowing mountain, and the next few sentences, "I want to ride the wind back home …", directly turned the mood of the first half of the poem into a grand atmosphere like the Yangtze River flowing into the sea, and at the same time, it was ethereal, without the slightest bit of smoke and fire. With just a few sentences, it was the atmosphere of a celestial palace that made people feel relaxed and happy.
Since the Tang Dynasty, poetry had developed for hundreds of years, and there were many works with profound and grand moods. However, at this time, many works of poetry often walked on the path of complexity and change. If they could walk back, there were naturally great masters who returned to simplicity, whether simple or complex, naturally each had their own unique characteristics. But those whose mood could reach this level were few and far between. This mood expanded along with the changes in the poem, yet it lifted the heavy as if it were light, natural to the extreme. It was actually similar to the style of the scholars of the early Tang Dynasty, bold and unconstrained, yet not deviating from the main theme. Just the insignificant upper palace, and this Shui Diao Song had already displayed the aura of a great master. Pan Guangyan paused, and raised his head to look at the crowd of scholars below, before continuing to read the second part of the poem.
"Turning to the vermillion pavilion, low and beautiful, illuminating the sleepless night. There should be no hatred, what matters are always round when parting … people have joys and sorrows, the moon waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult since ancient times … I hope that people last long, a thousand miles together. "
"... I hope that people last long, a thousand miles together." The words were catchy, and after finishing, Pan Guangyan murmured the last sentence. He looked at the crowd, nodding his head slightly. After a long while, he sighed. "... What a good poem." At this time, the people in the garden looked at each other, and some murmured and repeated the words. It was abnormally quiet. Actually, if it was any other poem, it would be fine, but this Shui Diao Song indeed had a charm that did not fade even after thousands of years. In the eyes of poets and poets, later generations even had the comment, "Once the Shui Diao Song came out, all other poems became useless". At this time, everyone present made a living. They had studied poetry for decades, some even their entire lives. At this time, when they heard it, they suddenly felt a similar aura.
It was also in such an atmosphere that Elder Kang reached out to take the paper. He first looked through it, then slowly nodded his head. After a while, when he looked again, he seemed to have noticed something. He blinked his eyes in confusion and said, "Huh?" Then, he frowned, thinking about something, his expression interesting. Noticing his expression, Elder Qin, who was still thinking about the poem, turned his head.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh... Take a look."
He passed the paper over. Old Qin took it and squinted his eyes as he read each word. From 'When the Bright Moon Appears' to 'A Thousand Miles Together with the Beauty of the Night', he did not find anything wrong with it. It was indeed a good phrase. He exhaled and shook his head lightly. Then, he squinted his eyes and paused for a moment.
There were a few more words after the sentence, but at this time, everyone was still feeling these sentences, so Pan Guangyan did not pay attention to it.
There was an inscription at the bottom left of the paper, and there were seven words written.
- Su mansion.
- Ning Yi.
- Ning Liheng.
Elder Qin was stunned, then glanced at Elder Kang. After a while, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Ha..."
Above the small building of the Su mansion, Ning Yi got up to drink water. Suddenly, he sneezed and almost choked. He went back to sleep in a daze and pulled the quilt tight.
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