Fang Yun looked at Shen Ren and asked calmly, "Registrar Shen, why are you doing this?"
Shen Ren smiled. "Forgive Old Man for forgetting things when he gets old. This time, it's a little special. We won't just write one poem. 【”
Fang Yun looked at the host of the poetry gathering, the old High Scholar.
The old High Scholar sat below the stage and smiled as he stood up and said, "I thought that Registrar Shen had already explained everything to you on the way here. It seems like he didn't. Then I'll say it again. This time, the Literature Conference is a 'Translation Literature Conference.' Not only will everyone have to write a poem, but they will also have to write a second one. They will use the content of the previous poem as a foundation and write a new poem with another Ci brand. "
Fang Yun's aides all paled when they heard the words "Relay Text Meeting".
There were tens of thousands of literary gatherings, but the translation gatherings were definitely the most troublesome. This was because words had fixed frames, sentences had fixed numbers, and words had fixed tones. Every poem had a fixed format, and the rhyme had to be considered.
For example, "The Fisherman's Song" could be written by many people very quickly. However, it would take a long time to work on the basis of "The Fisherman's Song" and change it into other words. This was because it was not possible to create new words just by adding sentences. One had to pay more attention to the content, artistic conception, and rhyme.
Furthermore, choosing the new Ci Pai and changing the format was just the beginning. It wouldn't do if the changes were not good enough.
Especially for such a beautiful poem like "The Fisherman's Song", if the rewriting was not good enough, it would tarnish the original poem, and it would be regarded as a "dirty word" in the translation of the poem, and would inevitably be judged as inferior.
It was precisely because it was too difficult to change the words that these meetings had to be reminded days in advance. Furthermore, many people, in order to prevent the change of words from being bad, purposely wrote the first poem to be average and then put in all their effort to write the second poem. This was to prevent the first poem from being too good and causing the second poem to be far inferior.
The core of the Transliteration Poetry Competition was to "enter low and leave high". The first song could not be too good, but Fang Yun did not know that this was a Transliteration Poetry Competition. If the first song was a poem about Mingzhou, then the second song might be barely acceptable. However, if they left the county and couldn't even reach the prefectural level, no matter how good their first song was, they couldn't avoid being called a dog's tail and marten's tail, and would be relegated to the end of a poem.
There was a limit to the difficulty of transferring words, but the most demanding part was the time requirement!
The second poem had to be completed within a hundred breaths of time, otherwise it would be considered a failure!
Not to mention composing a poem in a hundred breaths, even composing a slightly talented poem was extremely difficult.
The so-called first poems in the various literary gatherings were all prepared a few days or even months in advance. No one would really compose a poem on the spot.
But now, he wanted Fang Yun to change his words on the spot!
Fang Yun was slightly taken aback. A hundred breaths of time was less than two minutes. Using such a short amount of time to change the topic was too difficult.
Ao Huang was stunned and said, "These scholars are so bad that they have ulcers on their heads and pus on their feet! Now, Fang Yun could either choose to give up and escape the infamy, or choose to hastily compose a bad poem within a hundred breaths and be attacked by the crowd. Whose idea was this? Stand out and let me see! "
Fang Yun's aides were silent as they desperately tried to think of a way to get out of this predicament. However, they realized that the person who schemed against Fang Yun was too vicious. That person probably already knew that Fang Yun would compose a good poem for the literary gatherings in spring. The moment he took it out, it would definitely be the best one. When Fang Yun finished composing it, he said that it was a transfer of words and caught him off guard.
"Shameless!" Yu Bachi couldn't help but say angrily.
Many of the officials in Ning An County suddenly realized that it was a transfer of words. They had also just found out that it was a transfer of words. No wonder there were so few people at this literary gatherings. It was to prevent the news from leaking out.
Many of the officials smiled faintly and looked at Fang Yun. There was no doubt that Fang Yun had failed this time!
As a member of the human race. As Jingguo's officials, they were still very grateful to Fang Yun. However. Fang Yun had recklessly interfered with Zong Sheng's holy path in an attempt to make Jingguo last forever.
If Jingguo lasted forever, once Mount Liu lost power, they would be lucky if they could keep their official positions, let alone be promoted. However, if Jingguo was destroyed and Gyeongo could take over Jingguo, then Mount Liu would definitely be able to become one of the four ministers in Gyeongo. The Left Minister's faction would at least be promoted by one rank, and everyone would definitely be conferred a title of nobility.
Even the lowest rank of nobility would not have to worry about food and clothing, and would protect their descendants.
Gyeongo's enemy was Mount Liu's enemy. Mount Liu's enemy was the Mishou's official's enemy!
General Ding Haosheng of Beimang was stunned and speechless for a long time. He did not expect that someone would set up such a trap to target Fang Yun. In the eyes of scholars, this method was extremely despicable.
Fang Yingwu and the other officials looked at each other and saw in each other's eyes that they had given up. A hundred breaths of time was too short to help Fang Yun. They could only think about how to reduce the number of attacks on Fang Yun.
Shen Ren looked at Fang Yun and could not hide the joy on his face. He smiled and said, "County Magistrate Fang, you are very talented and unparalleled. I think you can write a second poem in a hundred breaths of time."
Who knew that Fang Yun's expression was normal. He said, "There are thousands of poems. I didn't know which one to change, but after hearing Secretary Shen's words, I suddenly thought of changing 'The Fisherman's Song' to 'Huan Xi Sha * The Fisherman'."
Everyone could not help but be stunned. Many officials secretly thought that this was not good. Fang Yun's officials, however, smiled.
This was because the poem Fang Yun had chosen, 'Huan Xi Sha', was too good. This poem's format was six sentences, and each sentence had seven characters. It needed five sentences to rhyme. In 'The Fisherman's Song', there were also three sentences with seven characters. If broken into five sentences, there would be four sentences with rhyme. It was very easy to change. The two poems were a perfect match. They only needed to add a few sentences.
Shen Ren was dumbfounded. He believed that as long as Fang Yun was given enough time, he could definitely choose a suitable poem. But how much time had it taken for him to find the most suitable name for the poem? Ordinary scholars would have to consider for two hours just to choose a suitable poem.
Five breaths of time? Ten breaths of time? If Fang Yun was unprepared and could write a good poem in such a short time, then this poem conference would not be suppressing him. It would be a good story!
The old High Scholar who was hosting the recital coughed lightly and said, "Fang Xu Sheng, you have to think carefully. Although it is relatively easy to switch between these two pieces of poetry, the first two lines of the second part of 'Huan Xi Sha' needs to be matched. Why don't you change …"
The old High Scholar was halfway through his words when his expression changed. Fang Yun did not listen to him at all. He was focused on writing!
Fang Yun had seen through his scheme and knew that he was stalling for time.
Many people stretched their necks and waited for Fang Yun's' Huan Xi Sha '.
White egrets fly by Xi Sai Mountain, the sails outside San Hua Island, the peach blossoms flow, the mandarin fish are fat.
Covering myself with a green bamboo hat, accompanying me everywhere with a green straw raincoat, the wind and rain will not return.
When the poem was finished, everyone was surprised. In just a few breaths of time, Fang Yun had successfully changed the poem. It was as if he had the help of the gods.
Ding Haosheng could not help but laugh and said, "Good! The rhyme is not wrong, it is a good poem. The first part of the poem adds a sandbar and a sailboat between the green egrets and the peach blossoms. It naturally blends in without any awkwardness. The first two sentences of the second part are not only matched, but also the word 'covering'. It preserves the image of a fisherman all alone. If Fang Xusheng wrote this' Huan Xi Sha 'first, it would definitely shock everyone! What is even more precious is that the poem was completed in ten breaths of time! "
Ding Haosheng took out his official seal and scanned it. Sure enough, this' Huan Xi Sha 'was from Da Fu. It was not as good as' The Fisherman's Song 'from Ming Zhou. However, it met all the requirements of the conference.
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