At this moment, a young man in the garden started fighting and suggested," Everyone, it's rare for Mister Cai and the others to meet again. Why don't we recite poems to help us drink? Wouldn't it be wonderful if Mister Cai and the other seniors could comment on it for us?
Miss and Mr. Han have already gone over. Today, many scholars will come to the residence for a literary gathering. Let's go and take a look. Xiao Lan, who was in the Embroidered Tower, suggested.
Cai Tan, who was wiping the charred zither, said," You little girl, we women's accounts will appear at the press conference.
Lan twirled her long hair with her fingers and said," Tsk, I think those scholars are probably not as good as Miss.
You only know how to say nice things to make me happy. Cai Tan laughed. At this moment, he was thinking about what Han Fei was doing in the front garden. It should be known that the Cultural Association was very rare. If his reputation spread, it might help his future.
Miss, go, go. We'll just watch from the side. Mr. Han is also there. Don't you want to see Mr. Han's literary talent? Xiao Lan ran over and shook the young lady's arm as she begged.
Actually, Cai Tan also wanted to go and take a look at those scholars and Mister Han.
In the garden.
Mr. Cai, I'm sorry for being presumptuous. The person who suggested this bowed and said.
Cai Yi held his long beard and chuckled, It didn't matter. Wen Hui naturally had to recite poems. Who knew if he could compose a poem for the young hero to help him drink?
Cai Yi and the other seniors also wanted to see which talents would appear among the younger generation. This literary gathering was held for this purpose. It was usually held by the seniors so that the juniors could display their literary talent and gain some fame before they became scholars.
It was true that Wen Wu was number one, but most people knew their limits. Many famous scholars had come to the literary gathering organized by Cai Yi, a famous scholar in the literary world. They had no confidence and chose to wait and see.
Today, Chen Kongzhang, Kong Wenju, Liu Gonggan, and Gou Wenruo are here. We're not ugly because we're lacking in talent and knowledge. Can the four of you compose a poem so that we can have a look at it? It's still the student who suggested it just now. After looking around and saying that, he cupped his hands and bowed to Cai Yi and the others.
This was just a banquet, a banquet for drinking and chatting. There was nothing fake about it. The four people mentioned by the person who suggested it were all publicly recognized talents. None of them looked down on others. Therefore, when the other scholars heard this, they all cheered.
Lu Zhi and the others smiled and said,"It's rare for us to drink and hold a cultural gathering again today. It's official business. Then you go first."
Liu Zhen, Liu Gonggan. He was a pure scholar, one of the Seven Sons of Jian 'an. If it wasn't for this title, no one would have known that there was such a person.
A scholar with a thin face and literary talent stood up and cupped his hands in greeting. I'll make a fool of myself.
Usually, when a scholar wrote a poem, they would have to think for a long time before they could come up with a divine and rhythmic poem. Everyone's eyes were on Liu Zhen, waiting for him to compose a good poem.
Liu Zhen was silent for a moment. In his heart, he had a plan and chanted: Flying wild green sparrow, perched on the thorn fan. In the morning, he ate rice from Pingtian and drank spring water from Quchi in the evening. He came out of Penglai and came to the edge of Danqiu.
As expected of Liu Zhen.
Liu Gonggan's talent had improved compared to previous years.
Not bad, not bad! Everyone cheered and raised their glasses to celebrate Liu Zhen.
It sounded like a rhyme. Looking at the expressions of these scholars, it should be not bad. Han Fei also drank a cup.
I'll make a fool of myself. Liu Zhen was very satisfied with this song and went back to his work.
Cai Yi and the others nodded in praise.
First in literature was a big aspect. He had to write a poem on the spot. There had to be a winner. At this moment, a person said with full energy,"Then I will also do a song to liven up the atmosphere."
Han Fei saw his heroic spirit and extraordinary appearance, so he thought about it. When he recommended poems just now, he mentioned Liu Zhen, Gou You, Kong Wenju, and Chen Lin. Gou You was beside him, and Liu Zhen was already done. This was either Kong Rong or Chen Lin.
Brother Zijin, this is Chen Lin, Chen Kongzhang! Gou Youcha looked at him.
Oh! This person was not ordinary. Later, he wrote a "Yuzhou Wen for Yuan Shao." When Cao Cao saw it, he was horrified and broke out in a cold sweat. He did not feel that his headache had suddenly recovered. Awesome!
Yang Suhui in the daytime, a good friend invited me to play. The reeds in the banquet of Gaohui, the black crane floating in the clear spring, and the trees shining green and luxuriant. After Chen Lin finished speaking, she drank the sake in her glass in one gulp. It was so refreshing.
good poem
It reflects our banquet today.
Cai Yi and the others looked at each other. Qi Sheng knew that this kid would be a great talent in the future.
Needless to say, he was able to scare Cao Cao with words, how could he be compared to ordinary people? Han Fei wanted to see Gou You's literary talent, so he said," Brother Wen Ruo,
No hurry, no hurry, there was still one more. Gou You laughed.
Just as Gou You finished speaking, a middle-aged man stood up. He had a square face, a small goatee, and curved eyebrows, looking amiable.
The moment this person stood up, the scene quieted down.
This person was none other than Kong Rong, Kong Wenju, a famous scholar at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty. He had become a master of writing after inheriting Cai Yi. The leader of the Seven Sons of Jian 'an, the 19th grandson of Confucius. For thousands of years, the Kong family had been respected by generations of emperors.
Kong Rong first said politely, At the top of the rocky Zhong Mountain, the illustrious Yan Tian Road. Bright and brilliant, bright and bright, bright and bright, bright and bright. I'm proud and proud of the world, and I'm bound by my own will.
Good poem, good poem. To Brother Wenju, this is a rare masterpiece.
Yes, yes, it would be great if he could decorate it again.
He still wanted to hear Gou Wenruo sing a song, so he said," Brother Wen Ruo, it's your turn this time.
Brother Zijin, please calm down. Gou You gave him a meaningful smile.
Han Fei was very puzzled. What was this kid trying to do? The account gave off an aura of conspiracy.
Gou You began to strategize, cupping his hands in greeting. I've never been good at reciting poems, but I'm recommending someone today. I'm sure he won't disappoint everyone!
Oh, who was Wen Ruo talking about? Cai Yi couldn't help but ask.
Everyone in Luoyang knew of Gou You's great talent. He had the reputation of Wang Zuo since he was young. To be praised so highly by him, this person must be extraordinary.
Hehe, Elder Cai, I'm talking about Han Fei and Han Zijin." Gou You smiled and extended her hand toward Han Fei.
Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, they were all shocked. This was Han Zijin.
Han Zijin, the creator of Zijin's Numerology and Hanyu Pinyin.
PS: The author does what he says
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