Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

   What kind of poetry is considered good poetry?

  Following the rhythm is just the basics, and conveying feelings is the sublimation.

   But if it can be enjoyed by both the refined and the popular, it is both catchy and has a certain interest, then it can be regarded as a masterpiece.

   When Mr. Wu said "a good poem", the person who wrote the poem immediately stood up and stood in front of the person with his hands down, his face showing excitement.

   I saw that this man looked eighteen or nineteen years old, of medium stature, and his clothes were washed clean with ochre-colored cloth pulp. The cuffs are a little frayed, and there are calluses on his hands, so it looks like he was born in a poor family.

   This image is very consistent with what he said in his poem, "the coexistence of mao eaves".

   Mr. Wu looked at the man with admiration on his face, and asked him in a harmonious voice: "Today's test question, this is Yongzhi. Your poem is really good, but I don't know where the eye is? What is Yongzhi?"

   The young man's name has just been pronounced by Lu Gongzi. His home is in the west of Yongzhou City, and his name is Yu Qiao.

When asked by Mr. Wu, Yu Qiao quickly replied: "Traditional to look for medicine in the morning, and to read at night. Mr. Hui said that students' ambitions are not lofty. If only they can light up reading every night, it will be considered a blessing. Overjoyed!"

  This wish was both humble and sincere, and Mr. Wu was immediately moved.

   He said: "I am a doctor of official school. I can recommend three students every year to enter the official school with filial piety. Come here and join me in the academy tomorrow."

   So, does this mean that Yu Qiao was favored by Mr. Wu and recommended to enter the official school?

  The crowd suddenly burst into an uproar, reaching the heavenly level, this is the heavenly level for scholars at the bottom! That's it, was this Yu Qiao stepped on it?

   In front of Zhaixing Building, there is no shortage of legends!

  The atmosphere became more and more enthusiastic, and the discussions continued for a long time. People may be full of envy for Qiao, but more eager eyes are still cast on Lu Gongzi.

   In comparison, Luo You, known as Luo Jinglun, although he is the son of Yongzhou Prefecture Shepherd, is obviously not the protagonist in this area of ​​Zhaixinglou.

  Luo You's expression didn't change. He stood aside and continued to listen to Mr. Lu's poems as if casually.

   Mr. Lu read more than ten poems, only one of which was praised by a gentleman behind him. This means that, including Yu Qiao, there are only two people who have obtained the qualification to enter the Xingxing Building this time.

  The good ones whispered: "Today's question doesn't seem to be difficult, but there are fewer places."

   "Isn't that right? After all, Mr. Wu was there in person today."

   Young Master Lu recited more than ten poems. This time, two of the ten poems were praised by his husband, and there were two more people who could enter the Star Picking Tower.

   When Mr. Lu reached out to take it again, at this time, there were only a few poems left in the tray.

  Luo You's poem hadn't been read yet, so Mr. Lu picked up one and said with a smile, "The author of this poem...is Chengdong, Ping'an Square, Zhang Yun."

   "The title of the poem is "Cicada". Is this a poem written by a cicada? It's not very common."

   Young Master Lu paused for a moment. At this time, Luo You, who was standing a little farther from the long table, suddenly frowned slightly.

   Cheng Ling saw Luo You's expression very delicate at the moment.

   At this time, Master Lu recited a poem: "Drinking the clear dew down, the sound of sparse trees is flowing. It's not borrowed from the autumn wind."

   Just read, just listen to Mr. Wu blurt out and praise: "What a good one who keeps a high voice and is far away, not borrowing the autumn wind!"

  The crowd in the audience was also agitated, and they would come to Zhaixinglou to watch, although not all of them were scholars, but there were very few who did not know big characters.

   The more you hear, the more you see, and at least some basic appreciation skills will be acquired.

  Good verses are meant to directly touch the hearts of the people, "to speak aloud from a distance, not to borrow the autumn wind", with few crosses, the poet's lofty and broad-mindedness is shown.

   has a feeling that is definitely not vulgar and makes people shine.

Mr. Wu praised again: "Drinking the clear dew and releasing the sparse tongs, how can this be a cicada? It is clearly Gao Jie's self-promotion! The rhythm is neat and tidy, and the artistic conception is even better!"

   Then asked: "Where is the poet?"

A young man in his early twenties stood up. He was tall and slender, with distinct lines on his face and clear jaw angles. Just standing there gave people a sense of loneliness that was out of this world. feeling.

  The thin cloth ties his body, but it only makes people feel that he is going to ride the wind at any time.

   This person is Zhang Yun, the author of the poem "Cicada".

   As soon as he stood up, he immediately made people feel emotional: It was him, no wonder he was able to write the poem "Cicada"!

   The crowd was discussing, and in the commotion, Cheng Ling noticed that Luo You's face had become very ugly in this short period of time.

   And people are still praising Zhang Yun: "It turned out to be Zhang Yun. In the official school, it is said that his reputation is also very loud, and he often gets into the third grade in the assessment."

   "Zhang Yun's poetic talent turned out to be so extraordinary. After today, I think Zhang Yun deserves a nickname and is called a talented man named Yong Chan!"

   "Zhang Yun doesn't admire the powerful. He was once recruited by the children of high-ranking officials in the state government, and he was severely reprimanded by him..."

   "Shh!" For some reason, the discussion crowd suddenly became quiet.

  It turned out to be Luo You, just when Mr. Lu put down Zhang Yun's poem scroll and was about to go to the tray to take another poem scroll, Luo You suddenly strode forward.

   He walked very fast, and in an instant, he came to Young Master Lu and grabbed his hand.

   Young Master Lu turned his head, looked at Luo You and said, "Brother Luo, what does this mean?"

  Luo You's face was tense, but he couldn't answer for a while. He couldn't explain why he wanted to stop Young Master Lu from taking down a poem scroll, but in fact he had a reason to stop it!

   In an instant, the two looked at each other.

  You didn't know what was going on, but felt that Luo You's movements were very sudden, but in fact, a contest had already begun between the two people staring at each other.

   Young Master Lu's hand that was being pressed by Luo You suddenly moved, and an ice-like strange force hit Luo You's hand like a needle.

  Luo You's eyes sank, and he raised his hand instantly.

   The hand that Young Master Lu was struggling with was affected by inertia, so he immediately lifted it up and chased after Luo You.

   At this moment, Luo You's other hand moved out like a ghost, stealing a gap in an instant and touching the poem scroll.

   Young Master Lu: "You!"

  Luo You had already touched the poem scroll, and when his hand shook, the paper was rolled up by him and held tightly in his hand.

   Young Master Lu said solemnly: "Brother Luo, take the poem scroll on the spot, why, you don't like today's poem title?"

  Luo You's complexion was even more serious. He first gave Lu Gongzi a deep look, and then turned to Zhang Yun who was standing in front of him.

   Zhang Yun is thin and proud, and his appearance is quite strong.

  Luo You's eyes were cold and he was about to speak. At this moment, out of the corner of his eyes, he swept the last poem scroll on the tray.

   At this moment, the angry Luo You changed his mind. He calmed down and suddenly said: "Brother Lu, in this world, there is often only one reason for a scholar to cover up his poetry and not want to show it to the public."

   Young Master Lu suddenly said, "What?"

   His eyes subconsciously followed Luo You's eyes and landed on the tray, the last poem scroll.