Under everyone's gaze, Jia Jun said loudly,""Shuidiao Grotto. Renzi Mid-Autumn Festival, the lake pavilion literary meeting, the heart has a feeling, wrote this article.”
"When will the bright moon appear? Ask the blue sky for wine."
The first sentence of the opening chapter made everyone feel a vast and powerful feeling. The originally quiet scene became even more silent.
Everyone's expression changed. Kong Zhaohua nodded lightly,""This sentence is like Li Taibai 'When will the moon come in the blue sky? I stopped drinking today to ask about it. It's really rare.”
When Jiang Ziyang heard this, his face darkened a little. He clenched his fists tightly and snorted coldly in his heart."What does that mean?”
At this moment, Jia Jun continued to chant,"I wonder what year it is in the palace in the sky." I want to go back with the wind, but I'm afraid it's too cold to be high in Qionglou Yuyu. Dancing and making clear the shadow, how can it seem to be in the world?”
Everyone was shocked, and their faces were filled with inexplicable shock.
The second sentence was a link between the previous and the following. Because he did not know, he had to ask. What year was it in heaven? Where did the bright moon come from? He asked because he didn't know, and because he didn't know, he said," I want to ride the wind and return."
"Return with the wind", this was the dream of many people. They could fly away with the wind and enter the immortal world.
And then, the meaning of "fear of the jade palace, the high place is cold" became aloof and cold; Hidden meaning is also unable to stand in the high ground and look at the shadow of self-pity. " Dance and clear the shadow, how can it be like in the human world?" Everyone's thoughts returned to reality. They couldn't return to the sky, but they fell into the shadow of the human world.
With just these few words, everyone seemed to have been brought out of their bodies by Jia Jun. They went to the celestial palace for a tour, and then their primordial spirits returned. When they opened their eyes, they were in the human world.
"Good! Alright! Wonderful! What a pity!" Calligraphy expert Wang Anping couldn't help but applaud. His calligraphy was elegant and otherworldly, so he naturally yearned for the realm of banished immortals. Unfortunately, he couldn't stay in the Moon Palace in the sky with Jia Jun.
Wu Han, who was beside him, did not even glance at him. However, at this moment, he had already closed his eyes. In his mind, he was sketching out what the palace in the sky in Jia Jun's poem looked like.
Imperial College Chancellor Yan Guang and Hanlin Scholar Zhang Wei looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.
One of them was the principal of the highest school, and the other was a noble in the Imperial Academy. They both relied on words and knowledge to make a living. They naturally knew that Jia Jun's poem was incomparable to Jiang Ziyang's. Even in the past dynasties, there were few who could compare.
Jiang Ziyang's body trembled slightly. With his knowledge, how could he not know the standard of Jia Jun's poem? His heart was filled with shock, fear, and some regret. He should not have provoked Jia Jun. But since things had come to this, he could only hope that Jia Jun would make a mistake later.
Qingxuan and Lan Xin stared at Jia Jun without blinking, their beautiful eyes filled with admiration. At this moment, Jia Jun was like a banished immortal in their eyes. He was elegant, unrestrained, and handsome.
Ning Wen's hand trembled slightly. He wanted to memorize the words that Jia Jun said, but his hand refused to move. He even felt that using his own words to write such a poem was a waste of the poem.
After struggling for a while, he put down the pen dejectedly and looked at Jia Jun with admiration.
As for those who had mocked Jia Jun earlier, all of them shut their mouths. Their faces were filled with shame. How could such a poem be composed by an ordinary person? What right did they have to mock Jia Jun?
Listening to the series of system notifications in his mind, Jia Jun continued to read slowly,"
"Turning the vermilion pavilion, the low door, shining sleepless. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye to the round? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has its ups and downs. It is difficult to complete this since ancient times. I hope that people will live long, thousands of miles away to share the moon.”
Silence!
After he finished reciting, the entire place fell silent. It was only a moment later that the entire place erupted into thunderous applause and cheers. Even those who had mocked Jia Jun earlier were now sincerely clapping and praising him.
The atmosphere at the scene was like a volcanic eruption, soaring into the clouds.
Countless praises drowned Jia Jun. Everyone looked at Jia Jun with fanatical admiration.
As Jia Jun's friend, Ning Wen's face was flushed red with excitement, and his voice was almost hoarse from shouting.
Even Zhang Wei, who had previously been a little dissatisfied with Jia Jun's Mulan Ci, could not help but praise,
"'What is it that grows to the round of parting times? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has its ups and downs, which is difficult to complete since ancient times. This sentence is full of resentment but it has been eliminated. The joys and sorrows of people and the moon, the ups and downs of the moon, and the ups and downs of the moon have been like this since ancient times, but it is difficult to complete it. At this point, the heavens and the human world will be transparent, and the essence of the cycle of heaven will be understood.‘I hope that people will live long, thousands of miles away to share the moon.'Deep feelings without resentment, push oneself and others, but also see the mind. The little son of the Jia family actually had such a big heart! It's admirable!"
Wu Han, who was daydreaming, finally came back to his senses. He looked at Jia Jun with admiration, then said to Kong Zhaohua,"Yan Shenggong, Han thinks that once this poem appears, there will be no more poems in the Mid-Autumn Festival.”
Kong Zhaohua did not answer, but stroked his beard and smiled.
This was a tacit agreement!
Qingxuan and Lan Xin looked at Jia Jun with eyes that seemed to be dripping with water. One of them picked up a pipa, while the other held a jade flute. They bowed to Jia Jun and said,"To hear such an unprecedented work with my own ears, this concubine is satisfied in this life. I only wish to be harmonious with it and maintain my mood.”
The music and acapella singing of the two beauties brought the atmosphere of the entire cultural gathering to its peak once again. The people on the island scrambled to record and recite this "Shuidiao Letou".
It could be foreseen that Jia Jun's name would soon resound throughout China.
In this atmosphere, Jiang Ziyang sat like a statue, his face green and red.
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