The Shangyuan Poetry Festival is an unwritten rule among the scholars in Chang'an. Every time the Shangyuan Festival comes, these scholars will find a place to gather together, and then write poems with the title of Yuan. Only on the 16th night will they choose the best one among all the poems and list them as the leader of the poem.

Every year at the Shangyuan Poetry Festival, it is the time for Chang'an scholars to compete to show their talents and learn. This year, they just happened to be in the imperial examination. Not only did Chang'an scholars participate, but scholars from other places also came, and this is also a good opportunity to become famous. If a scholar's poem can be rated as the leader of poetry, it can also increase his chance of passing the imperial examination.

It is precisely because of the above reasons that this year's Shangyuan Poetry Conference is even more lively. And because there are too many people participating, I have already reviewed it once yesterday. Some of the bad poems have been eliminated, and the rest are all the best works in the poems, and the poet selected them from these dozens of poems.

At this moment, Hen'er and Qi Niang broke in again in men's clothing, and they looked full of confidence. After all, they were prepared today.

"Hey, aren't these two young men from yesterday? Why are they here again today? Do you still want to write poetry?" As soon as Qi Niang and Hen'er came in, they immediately attracted the attention of others. At this time, a slightly fat scholar said with a smile. When Qi Niang and the others came yesterday, the scholars present could see that they were women, but no one said it out loud, and even made a joke with them.

"Hmph, we said yesterday that we will definitely come back to take revenge today. Aren't you laughing at us that we can't write poetry? Today I will let you see what poetry is!" Qi Niang stood up arrogantly at this time with her hands on her hips and said.

"Huh? The little girl was so angry. Could it be that you became a poet overnight?" Hearing Qi Niang's words, a young man with short beards stood up with some dissatisfaction. It was the brother Dongming before. Yesterday, he also jokingly said, and he squeezed Qi Niang and Heer. Now that they are coming to take revenge, he naturally cannot be a turtle.

"Okay, you... you actually know that we are women. They bullied us yesterday. Today, they insisted on giving you some color!" Qi Niang said even more unhappy when she heard the other party call her little girl. Instead, the Hener behind her was a little embarrassed and kept pulling her clothes quietly, but Qi Niang still refused to give up.

"Then I want to see, what are your little girl's abilities?" Brother Dongming was not angry. He smiled again anyway, and the people around him were all looking at the show. It was very interesting to encounter such a thing at the poetry meeting.

"Let me see what poetry is. The girls you wrote are not rare at all!" Qi Niang took out a piece of paper from her sleeve and threw it into Brother Dongming's arms. She remembered this short beard. Yesterday, he took the lead in making a comeback, which made her and Hei'er unable to get out of the Taiwan Strait. In comparison, the little face beside him was much better and he even spoke to them.

Brother Dongming smiled and took Qi Niang and threw the paper over, not taking it seriously. In his opinion, these two little ladies probably suffered a lot here yesterday, so after returning, they asked someone to write poems to find face. However, they are all the best among scholars. Even if this little girl has some background, the poems she has written for someone to write may not be better than them.

"I am wearing gorgeous clothes and makeup everywhere, and the lights on the six streets are making a fuss for children. What do I do with my long gown? It's also amid the laughter of tourists." As Brother Dongming read out the poem on the paper, his expression became more and more serious.

The people around him gradually changed from laughter to seriousness. In just four short lines of poetry, the scene of light and shadow swaying and joyful joy fully presented. Moreover, the joyful scenery expresses sorrow and anger. The contrast between long gowns and gorgeous clothes and gorgeous makeup is implicit and touching, meaningful, and has endless aftertaste. It is definitely a work that has been passed down from generation to generation.

"What a 'What do I do with a long robe? It's also amid the laughter of tourists'. The artistic conception of this poem is far above me, I admit defeat!" After a long time, Brother You Shao behind Brother Dongming suddenly sighed and admitted defeat very simply. Although there is no first in literature, the other party's poem is above him, both the artistic conception and the words are used. This is not acceptable.

Although this brother You Shao was young, he was a famous poet among the scholars. This time, his poems were the most likely to win the title of poetry at the Shangyuan Poetry Conference, but he didn't expect that even he would give in. Moreover, this poem was indeed a rare masterpiece. For a moment, they could not even find a place to refute, but they could only look at each other and the scene suddenly became cold.

"Hello~, I know it's amazing, you're looking down on people yesterday. Now you know what people are outsiders are?" Seeing that the scholars in front of you were all stupid, Qi Niang couldn't help but laugh. Now she finally exhaled all the anger she suffered yesterday.

"Little girl, you... don't be too arrogant. Isn't it just a poem? If you have the ability to write another poem?" At this time, Brother Dongming was so angry that he pointed at Qi Niang and said loudly. Although he knew that the poem must have been written by someone on behalf of others, there was no evidence, and even if there was evidence, the other party would not admit it. So he wanted Qi Niang to make another poem. As long as Qi Niang couldn't make it himself, it would naturally be revealed.

"Hehe~, so what if I do another song? I'll convince you today!" Qi Niang said proudly when she heard this. After saying that, she signaled to Hee'er behind her, because the other song written by Li Xiu was carved by Qi Niang.

Seeing Qi Niang's gesture to her, Hen'er was still a little shy. She didn't expect that she was still recognized as a woman in men's clothing. So she was a little timid in the face of so many scholars and didn't dare to step forward for a moment. However, Qi Niang was a little impatient when she saw this and immediately turned around and pushed her in front.

Faced with this situation, Hen'er had no choice. She originally planned to recite the poems in front of everyone, but now she couldn't speak. Finally, she just followed Qi Niang and took out the poems hidden in her sleeves. She wanted to throw them to the hateful brother Dongming, but she was embarrassed. Finally, she discovered that Brother You Shao. Thinking that the other party was quite friendly to her yesterday, she lowered her head and handed the poems in her hand to the other party.

Brother Dongming didn't expect that the other party actually prepared the second poem, and with the previous poem as the foundation, no one dared to underestimate Qi Niang again this time. Everyone is surrounded by Brother You Shao, intending to see what masterpiece this time is?

"It turned out to be a long and short sentence?" As soon as I saw the sentence on the paper, someone immediately shouted loudly, and even had a little disdain in his tone. Long and short sentences are actually lyrics, but in the Tang Dynasty, long and short sentences were not very popular, and their status was far inferior to poetry. There were no excellent works on the long and short sentences that were circulated, so people who write poetry generally did not want to be invalid.

"The east wind blooms at night, thousands of flowers and trees blow down, and the stars are like rain.

The road is full of fragrance with BMW carvings, the sound of phoenixes and silences, the light of pots turns, and fish and dragons dance overnight.

The moths and the willows are golden, and the smiles are filled with fragrance.

I searched for him for a long time, but when I looked back, the man was in the dim place."

However, as the brother Dongming recited the poem "Qingyu Case" in a ups and downs tone, everyone calmed down. Not to mention anything else, the beginning sentence "The east wind bloomed thousands of flowers and trees at night" had already achieved the effect of being the first sound. Every sentence, every word, and even every word in the following sentence, every word, is like sitting in the clouds, enjoying the wonderful scrolls of the Spring Festival. It can be said that when this long and short sentence came out, almost all the Spring Festival poems were overshadowed.

"I searched for him for a long time, and when I looked back, the man was there, the fire... When I looked back, the man was there, the fire..." After reading this poem, Brother You Shao couldn't help but chewing the artistic conception of the last sentence repeatedly, and his face showed an intoxicating look. It was the first time he discovered that the long and short sentences actually had such charm. The other party's poem just now was already a masterpiece, but compared with this long and short sentence, it was inferior, not to mention their own poems.

Not only was Brother You Shao savoring this song "Qingyu Case", Brother Dongming and other scholars next to him were also addicted to the artistic conception of the poem. He couldn't come back to his senses for a long time. After a while, he heard someone sighing: "What a long and short sentence, it can actually write so vividly on the Lantern Festival. I'm afraid that only the Yuanxi poem by Duke of Yan Li Xiu before can be compared with it!"

The so-called Li Xiu's Yuanxi actually refers to the poem "Li Xiu wrote on the Lantern Festival". The sentence "The moon reaches the willows, and the person makes an appointment after dusk" was widely circulated by scholars in the Tang Dynasty.

"Yes, the poem about Yuan Xi of Duke Yan conveys emotions through poetry is a masterpiece passed down from generation to generation. In contrast, although this long and short sentence is not concise, every word is gem, especially the last sentence that searches him thousands of times. It is simply amazing. It can write emotions and ambitions, which is really difficult to distinguish between the superiority and inferiority!" At this time, another scholar exclaimed loudly that this Shangyuan poetry meeting will probably be recorded in history by scholars of the Tang Dynasty, because it changed the view of scholars of the Tang Dynasty on long and short sentences.

The words of the two scholars above were also approved by others, and it was rare to see such excellent long and short sentences, so they couldn't help but discuss them in a low voice. Brother You Shao also praised this long and short sentence, but they were all more curious about the people behind Qi Niang and the others. They couldn't think of anyone in the Tang Dynasty who had such talent, and even long and short sentences could be written so well!

"That's not necessarily. Although this long and short sentence is good, in my opinion, the Duke of Yan is still better than Yuan Xi!" But at this moment, the brother Dongming suddenly said with dissatisfaction. Although he admitted that the long and short sentence was very good, his heart beat very unwilling to lose to the hands of two little girls, so he deliberately praised the poem Yuan Xi.
Chapter completed!