manynovel Chapter 350 Poetry Competition
Chapter 350 Poetry Competition
Everyone was waiting for Jiang Youzhen's poem. For some reason, they had already focused their attention on Jiang Youzhen.
Jiang Youzhen hesitated for a moment before he began to write. Lu Wei curled his lips in the crowd, then stretched his neck to look over here.
"Junior Brother Jiang, did you think of it so quickly?" someone questioned.
"I heard that she is also very good at writing articles! You know what, her previous articles in the Wen County Arena have been circulated. I have read them and they are indeed well written."
"Yes, yes, yes! Especially the seven tigers, I was really shocked, they are really amazing."
"Didn't they say at the time that there were three other great scholars who wanted to take her in as their disciples? But later on they said that Jiang Youzhen already had a favorite mentor candidate, but I don't know who it is."
Everyone was whispering, but Lu Wei in the crowd turned her eyes to Qian Chongen.
At this moment, Qian Chongen was stroking his beard, looking at Jiang Youzhen with loving eyes. Lu Wei gritted his teeth, it seemed that what he was worried about had happened.
Jiang Youzhen wrote as if inspired by God, and soon a poem appeared on the paper.
After putting down their pens and blowing away the ink, everyone was already impatient.
"It's almost time for the vegetarian meal. Why don't we waste time and just read your poems?"
"Seconded!"
"to make!"
Everyone nodded. After all, it wasn't them who wanted to compete, but these two people.
"Junior Brother Jiang's calligraphy is not dry yet, let's look at Senior Brother Lu's first." One of the students said as he picked up the poem in front of Lu Wei and began to read it aloud.
Lu Wei still had confidence in himself. He raised his head and looked at Jiang Youzhen with contempt, with a hint of sinisterness and disdain in his eyes.
"The void fell a thousand feet straight down,
The stream never stops flowing.
Since ancient times, it has been as long as a white silk flying,
A single stroke cuts through the green mountains. "
"Wow! As expected of Senior Brother Lu, it's amazing!"
Everyone's eyes lit up, and even the professor and Qian Chongen couldn't help but nod.
"The void fell to the ground a thousand feet straight. This sentence is really wonderful! Not only does it point to the Qianzhang Pavilion, but it also has a majestic momentum."
"It's really good. I like the line 'one stroke cuts through the green mountains.' It's a very vivid metaphor, comparing the waterfall to white silk and a white paintbrush. It's really wonderful!" Everyone nodded in praise.
Jiang Youzhen took a look at this man and found that he was indeed capable. Putting aside his character, his literary talent was good. No wonder these noble students admired him so much.
"Brother has made great progress recently!"
"No, no, you are too kind, fellow apprentices!" Lu Wei straightened his sleeves, looking a bit arrogant.
The professor couldn't help but say, "This poem is indeed good. Lu Wei's poems are indeed well-deserved."
Even the professor praised him, how could Lu Wei not be excited? He smiled widely, and then looked at Jiang Youzhen with a provocative look.
Writing poetry was his forte, and he had already made preparations since he knew he was coming to Qianzhang Pavilion.
The poems and articles that come here together are necessary for examination. Who here has not racked his brains to prepare two poems in private?
"It is indeed a masterpiece!" Qian Chongen nodded in agreement.
Lu Wei's brows immediately lit up with joy. Qian Chongen didn't praise anyone easily, so it was not easy to get praise from him.
"We have admired Brother Lu's masterpiece, and now we are going to see Brother Jiang's."
Everyone was waiting for this senior brother to read with great anticipation. After this senior brother picked up Jiang Youzhen's poem, he first took a look at it himself and was immediately surprised.
This?
"Brother, read quickly!"
"Yeah! What are you waiting for?"
Everyone couldn't help urging him, and the senior brother immediately began to read aloud.
"Thousands of rocks and valleys never give in to the hard work,
Only when you look at it from a distance can you tell where it comes from.
How can the stream be kept?
Eventually, it will become waves in the sea. "
There was a sudden silence in the pavilion. Jiang Youzhen was a little puzzled. What happened? Was it good or bad? He had to give an answer, right?
Qian Chongen had a smile on his face. He nodded and said, "Each sentence does not mention the waterfall, but each sentence has a meaning."
He was very satisfied. He had not known about Jiang Youzhen's attainments in poetry before, but now he finally had an idea.
"Thousands of rocks and valleys are without any effort, and only when you look far away can you know the source is high. This sentence is very wonderful! Especially the phrase "only when you look far away can you know the source is high", which has a clear meaning, isn't it the waterfall?" The professor couldn't help but praise it.
"How can a stream be retained? It will eventually become waves in the sea. This sentence is majestic. The momentum alone makes people think of the power of thousands of troops." Qian Chongen nodded repeatedly.
"Jiang Youzhen's poems, like her articles, are magnificent and majestic, making people feel excited and full of emotion."
Qian Chongen likes these two sentences very much. It can only be said that people’s moods are different and their understandings of the meanings are also different.
Waterfalls and streams will eventually flow into the sea and become waves. This is an act of self-sacrifice and a sacrifice of personal interests for the benefit of all.
Of course, there is also the meaning of a person being very small and having to go with the flow. It reminded him of what he had experienced before, and at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little bitter.
This is just how he feels now, and others must have different feelings.
"Junior brother Jiang's poems are indeed magnificent. The last two lines resonated with me and touched me deeply." A student sighed and stood aside, not far from Jiang Youzhen.
The meaning is very clear, he likes Jiang Youzhen's poems.
Two students also stood behind Jiang Youzhen. They looked at each other with shock in their eyes.
One of them said: "The poems of senior brother and junior brother are equally good, but I personally prefer those that are grand and touching. This time I stand with junior brother Jiang Youzhen."
"Seconded!"
"I really like Brother Lu's poems, they are very exquisite. Of course, Brother Jiang's poems are as you have described, magnificent and thought-provoking. But I have always been open-minded and rarely feel this way."
A student said this and stood behind Lu Wei. Excluding Jiang Youzhen and Lu Wei, there were six students left.
There were four people standing behind Jiang Youzhen, and only two people behind Lu Wei, and these two people had a good relationship with him on weekdays.
To be fair, Lu Wei's articles are also very good, but Jiang Youzhen's poems are more thought-provoking.
"That's right! The two poems have different meanings. Lu Wei's poems are full of awe for nature, and they are grand and exquisite."
The professor looked at the two of them, taking in everything they were doing at the moment.
"As for Jiang Youzhen's poems, they are easy for people to resonate with. I personally think that good articles and poems should have profound meanings, allowing readers to more accurately understand the author's meaning and mood.
Or maybe the reader recalls his own experience and resonates with the author, which is what scholars ultimately need to achieve.”
And Jiang Youzhen has now reached such a state. He had to re-evaluate Jiang Youzhen. It seemed that his junior brother had a good vision in wanting to take Jiang Youzhen as his apprentice.
Just based on what he had seen just now when everyone was praising the two people's poems, Lu Wei's behavior and demeanor revealed a sense of complacency and fear, disdain and unwillingness.
In contrast, Jiang Youzhen was very calm and composed, his emotions showing no emotion on his face, and he had a sense of composure in his bones.