Sure enough, I heard Mr. Li say, "Now, take "The Drunken Old Man's Pavilion" as the theme, let's write an ancient poem."

"For fairness, three people also appeared in the Classical Literature Society, each of which gave a song. We evaluate the pros and cons, and then decided whether the students in Jiachuan are qualified to join the Classical Literature Society."

"Old Li, I have a request." Zhou Zhi raised his hand again.

"Student Zhou Zhi, you said."

"I just said that we are a group, we advance and retreat together, so can we discuss creation collectively? As long as we take out three poems in the end, we will pass?"

Mr. Li smiled: "I think it's OK, but there is another condition, that is the level of poetry."

"Then I'm fine."

"Where are you Zhang Weiran?"

"We have no problem."

"Then let's start, ten minutes."

"No need." Zhang Weiran and Zhou Zhi stared at each other at the same time and spoke together: "The first song, we have finished it."

Damn! There was a buzzing sound in the entire activity room. They knew Zhang Weiran's level, but it would be interesting to have a county middle school that could be so arrogant.

Don’t be a bullshit saying, you don’t even understand what poetry is?

Mr. Li didn't seem to be very concerned about the two of them, and only cared about the content: "Then write it out and let everyone see it."

What surprised Zhou Zhi was that Zhang Weiran's calligraphy was actually good.

However, Zhang Weiran's surprise was much greater than Zhou Zhi's. This kid had no choice but to find fault with Ou Kai!

Two poems were sent to Mr. Li, who hanged Zhang Weiran's poems on the blackboard and began to judge.

"Let's look at this poem first. This is Weiran's classmate - the poem is compared to thousands of bells and the poem is light on the marquis of thousands of households. Luling is crazy about the prefect, and he is also romantic when he is drunk."

It should be said that as a high school student's poetry, his level is already very good. Mr. Li commented: "In this poem, Qian Zhong Su is used very well for Wan Hu Hou."

"This sentence means that the article is far more important than the high-ranking officials and generous salaries, and it is also very consistent with Ouyang Xiu's indifferent style of fame and fortune, and is well written. Moreover, this method should not have appeared in previous poems, and it is a self-creation of Weiran's classmate, which is amazing."

This sentence was just a sentence inspired by Zhang Weiran. He was also very proud, but he was humble in his face: "Thank you Mr. Li for your praise."

At this point, Zhou Zhi raised his hand: "Old Li, Qian Zhongsu is about Wanhu Hou. I believe that Zhang Weiran has never seen him before, so it is no problem to say that it is his own creation."

"But I have never appeared in the past, but I have passed it because as far as I know it has."

"I can only say that Zhang Weiran's poetry thoughts are similar to those of the ancients. Of course, this is also amazing, but it is just another kind of amazing."

"Oh?" Old Li's eyes lit up: "Student Zhou Zhi, do you know that someone has used it before?"

"Yeah." Zhou Zhi said: "In the Ming Dynasty Ma Shin's poem "Ode to the Commons" there is a thousand bells of millet and ten thousand households. The destiny is never enough to stop. The fisherman has never had any plowing soil, and he has had food and clothing for hundreds of years. Ask about the work of the canal? A small boat."

Now it is still the world of Tang poetry. The classical literature that everyone is reading is generally "Three Hundred Tang Poems", "Three Hundred Song Poems", and "Gu Wen Guanzhi". It can be said that very few people have studied Ming and Qing poetry.

Mr. Li not only did not disobey Zhou Zhi, but became more and more kind: "Class Zhou Zhi is studying Ming Shi? It's quite good."

Zhou Zhiyou turned his head and looked at the member opposite: "In fact, Zhang Weiran's 'Poems are light on the Marquis of Ten Thousand Houses' are also formalities, used by the ancients."

"You!" Zhang Weiran couldn't help but feel angry: "You are talking nonsense!"

Zhou Zhi recited aloud: "Du Mu's "Climbing the Jiufeng Tower in Chizhou to Zhang Gu" - I am not free from feeling, and the sound of the horns rises alone in the sunset tower. The green mountains are endless all day long, and the grace of the fragrant grass will stop when I have hatred. The eyelashes are in front of me and I can't see them. The Tao is not beyond my body. Who is like Mr. Zhang, and thousands of poems are light on the marquis of thousands of households."

The members of the poem didn’t know about it. Now, I couldn’t help but feel an uproar when I heard Zhou Zhi’s thoughts!

Especially the last sentence, this is clearly Zhang Weiran used the praise of Ouyang Xiu to secretly praise himself with allusions!

‘Who is like Mr. Zhang, and a thousand poems are lighter than ten thousand household marquises?’ This statement is too much!

Zhang Weiran was stunned and quickly turned his head to explain: "It's not like this, Du Mu's poem...I..."

Suddenly, if I admit that I know this allusion, it is arrogant. If I admit that I don’t know this allusion, then... I admit that my knowledge is not as good as Zhou Zhi.

I don’t know what people can come with just talking about it!

If Hua Yuliang could see this scene, he would sneer. Kid, I'm familiar with this trick...

Rowing on the dry hurdle - a dilemma!

Finally, Zhang Weiran was still depressed: "I really don't know Du Mu's poem, otherwise I wouldn't have written it like this..."

Mr. Li laughed and said, "I believe Weiran must not know this poem, otherwise he would not have written it like this. But after all, being able to write this sentence without knowing this is indeed a spiritual development."

"Just as Zhou Zhi said just now, for a while, the 'magic power of the ancients' was an interesting thing, and even more elegant thing."

"Next, let's take a look at this song by Zhou Zhi - birds noisy in Tianyang, and from swimming to Wuxiang. Who is still interested? He drinks and advises the setting sun."

"Boom--" The members of the Classical Literature Society still have a certain level of appreciation. The lyrics of Zhou Zhi's poem are very simple, but the loneliness that is full of prosperity and no one understands it; the kind of optimistic and positive attitude that ignores fame and fortune, can be said to be vividly displayed on paper, and anyone can understand it.

Most members will only understand this level. In fact, "birds" also refer to "small groups", "tianyang" refers to the imperial court, "congyou" refers to like-minded people, and "setting sun" refers to the Northern Song Dynasty regime. However, only a few people can understand this level of meaning.

There is no word in the whole poem that directly praises people, but it vividly depicts an image. When the two poems are put together, it is clear which one is better or worse.

Mr. Li smiled and said, "Since everyone can understand it, there is no need to comment on it in detail, right?"

"Like poetry, like composition, a wise author will not directly vent or forcefully indoctrinate, but will resonate with readers in a subtle form and accept it happily."

"Now, the students of the Classical Literature Club have a bad tendency in their creation, that is, they over-pursuing the law and harmony, but forgetting the truth of "poetry expressing aspirations" and "thinking without evil"; they over-emphasize the form, but completely forgetting the content."

"Everyone should remember that literary creation must first be sincere in emotions, secondly, elegant style, and secondly, brilliant expression. Don't put the cart before the horse."

"This poem by Zhou Zhi gives us a good example."

"Okay, then the second game will start, it's still ten minutes."

This time, both sides dared not boast about anything else. The opponent had completely known the level of Jiachuan County Middle School. Zhang Weiran and the two directors began to discuss.

Zhou Zhi was also discussing it, but it seemed that he didn't discuss it seriously.

Ten minutes have come, and both sides hand over the paper, but this poem made Mr. Li frown at a glance.

Here in the literary club is - "The snowy waves in the pine mountains are clean, the ice and the wheels are clean, the scholars are virtuous in the empty valleys and frost flowers. The gentleman is elegant and indifferent, and the gentleman is elegant and alone, and he hides in the world."

It's still the same kind of hard-working style, especially after Mr. Li just explained the current problems of the literary club, he made this mistake, which made the old man particularly dissatisfied.

Zhou Zhi handed over here - "There are thousands of birds singing in the spring mountains, and the feathered herons chasing the clouds. The shadows under the rocks in the deep pool are really like the drunken man's pavilion."

This poem is too simple, and it is a poetic translation of the scenery depicted in "The Drunken Old Man's Pavilion". Apart from the last three words that can name the theme, there is nothing too much praise worthy of praise.

It is obvious that the literary club copied old works, saying that it was written about Ouyang Xiu, or even that it was written about Tao Yuanming and Wang Wei, the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest. It also had a good start, but the style of the latter sentence was not high.

Jiachuan Middle School is a speculative and translated directly into Chinese, but finally knowing that it is better to simplify it than to write capitals. Just grab a small shot. Although it is translated in Chinese, at least the style of the translation is relatively elegant.

However, Zhang Weiran raised his hand to question: "Old Li, is their poem lost its clinging?"

"Lost stick" is a problem in writing poetry. The requirements for regulated verse are the next sentence of the previous couplet and the first sentence of the next couplet. The tone of the two, four and six characters must be the same. This rule is called "典金".

If used incorrectly, it is called "loss stick".

The one who demands the highest level of oneself in this regard is the poet Du Fu, taking "The Prime Minister of Shu" as an example:

Where is the Prime Minister's ancestral hall (ping)?

Jinguan (ping) Outside the city (ce) Bosen (ping) forest.

The green grass reflects the steps (flat), from spring (flat),

The oriole is so beautiful that it sounds like a leaf.

Three things to do (就) frequent trouble (就) the world (就) plan,

The two dynasties opened up the hearts of old ministers.

If you fail to succeed in your career, you will die first.

The heroes are full of tears.

I looked upright and it was clear at a glance.

However, Zhou Zhi immediately raised his hand: "Mr. Li, I think Weiran's statement is wrong. It is not the poet's pursuit to focus on rhythm."

"Then tell me." Old Li's eyes were filled with a smile.

"The set of rules that student Zhang Weiran mentioned is a requirement for regulated verse and quatrains. This time we are talking about writing poetry, but there is no strict requirement that regulated verse and quatrains must be written."

"I'll give you an example, Li Bai's "Climbing the Phoenix Platform in Jinling" - Phoenix Tours on the Phoenix Platform, and the phoenix goes to the sky and flows on the sky. The flowers and plants of Wu Palace are buried in the secluded paths, and the clothes in the Jin Dynasty are formed into ancient hills. Three mountains fall half of the blue sky, and the two waters are divided into Bailiangzhou. It is always because floating clouds can cover the sun, but Chang'an is not seen, which makes people sad."

"The second and third couplets of this poem, 'The clothes and crowns of the Jin Dynasty became ancient hills' and 'Three mountains and half fall outside the sky', are obviously lost, but even in the classification of ancient people, this poem is often classified as a regulated verse."

"Can you use the statement of 'lost stick' to question Li Taibai's "Climbing the Phoenix Platform of Jinling"? Isn't it a qualified poem?"

"There is also Wang Weida's "Sending Yuan Er Envoy Anxi" - the morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guest house is green and green willows. I advise you to have a glass of wine, and there is no friend when you go west to Yangguan. This poem is obviously lost, so it can't be considered a poem?"

"Ah, I just thought of another song that was even more excessive..."

"Lu Chai! No one is seen in the empty mountains, but people's voices are heard. The shadow returns to the deep forest and shines on the moss again."

"The second and the first words are mixed with the rhymes, the third and the second words are lost, and the fourth and the third words are mixed with the rhymes again!"

"In the eyes of Weiran, is this considered a random group of people and a ruthless person? Did these two poems completely insult Wang Wei's noble title of "Poetry Buddha"?"

"Hahahaha..." A burst of laughter rang out in the activity room, and even behind Zhang Weiran and the two directors, there were warm applause, cheering Zhou Zhi for these words.
Chapter completed!