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On a moonlit night, the palace was brightly lit, and the sound of music filled the air.
At a literary seminar in the spring, Su Wanrong had the privilege of meeting contemporary literary masters. The venue was elegantly decorated, filled with fragrance, and imbued with scholarly atmosphere, creating a broad state of mind. The masters sat around the desks, exchanging their literary insights and creative experiences in a serious yet relaxed atmosphere.
Teacher Chu introduced Su Wanrong to the literary audience present, praising her as a rising star in the literary world. Su Wanrong smiled modestly, her attitude humble yet confident, expressing her love for literature and her eagerness to learn to everyone.
During the symposium, an elderly poet proposed a theme: "Spring Day," inviting each participant to create a poem.
During the symposium, five renowned literary figures also came here to share their poetry. Each poet brought their own masterpiece, weaving together a rich literary evening.
Li Xian, an elderly literary figure with white hair and beard, filled his poetry with the wisdom of Confucianism and profound contemplation. He read his work aloud with a resonant voice, and every word seemed to flow from the mouth of an ancient sage, heavy and powerful:
The Han-style breeze brushes the face, scrolls of books fly,
The rich ink fragrance, ancient meaning is rare.
The world is like an undecided chess game,
The nobleman leisurely sees himself at ease.
Next is Zhang Cui, a beautiful female poet. Her poetry, like herself, is full of tenderness and delicacy. Her voice is like a gentle spring water, softly reciting:
The spring water is as green as the sky,
I paint a boat and listen to the rain as I sleep.
The fishing fire of Jiang Feng torments my sleep,
Anchoring at night near Gua Zhou.
Zhao Ming is known for his sharp political poetry, direct and incisive, each line hitting the era like a heavy blow. His voice is firm and profound:
The dynasty's twilight is shrouded in yellow dust,
The people's cries of suffering remain unheard.
The Dragon Tower and Phoenix Pavilion are filled with lingering regrets,
As heaven's will and human hearts gradually drift apart.
The young poet Zhou Ze is renowned for the love and youth depicted in his poetry, which is filled with the passion of youth and a longing for love. With a hint of unruly smile, he recites:
The curtain lightly sways in the cold moonlight,
In the deep night, the flower shadows stir the heart.
The brocade letter is hard to send, the feelings are hard to express,
When will the bright moon shine on the old forest?
Finally, Zheng Yi is renowned for his deep affection for nature, and his poems are like exquisite landscape paintings. His voice is gentle and full of reverence.
The green mountains are stacked far and wide,
Clear springs flow over the rocks.
Seeing the sun through the clouds,
Countless valleys with towering trees.
Su Wanrong listens to the works of each poet, her heart filled with admiration and contemplation.
When it was her turn to present her own poem, Su Wanrong quieted her mind and her gaze passed through the willow outside the window, landing on the gently swaying peach blossoms in the distance. Before long, she picked up her pen and wrote a poem:
The green willow sways in the golden spring day,
Walking alone among the flowers, feeling the passage of time.
The stream flows eastward, the dream is endless.
The distant green mountains, how many dusks have passed?
This poem expresses the tranquility and serenity of spring, as well as a contemplation on the passage of time. In the poem, she skillfully integrates her thoughts on life and dreams into natural scenery, demonstrating her rich connotations and profound literary heritage.
Upon reciting the poem, it immediately resonated with the literary figures present, leaving people deeply impressed by the talent and thoughts of this young woman.
The venue suddenly erupted in applause. Renowned experts praised Su Wanrong's poetry for its vivid imagery and profound meaning, showcasing her insight into life and the era.
A young literary critic went as far as to say that Su Wanrong's poetry reveals not only personal emotions, but also a profound reflection on social reality.
As the symposium deepened, Su Wanrong's talent and insight gradually became apparent. Her performance in literary discussions has attracted the attention of renowned figures and further expanded her reputation in the literary world.
This literary symposium not only provided Su Wanrong with a stage to showcase her talent, but also allowed her to establish connections with many heavyweight figures in the literary world.
After the symposium, many literary figures and scholars hoped to have further discussions with Su Wanrong, which broadened her literary path. Su Wanrong's reputation in the literary world continues to rise, and her works are becoming known and appreciated by more people.
In the evening, Su Wanrong returned to her study alone, reviewing the day's exchanges and learning, feeling a great sense of accomplishment.
She understands that every exchange and discussion is an opportunity for her own growth. She needs to continuously learn and think in order to go further on the path of literature.
The warm spring breeze gently brushes the capital of the Zhou Dynasty, and the annual poetry competition is held in the magnificent Wenhua Hall of the imperial palace. This competition not only attracts literary figures from within the Zhou Dynasty but also poets from neighboring countries, making the scene grand and magnificent.
The Wenhua Hall is decorated extremely beautifully, with splendid lanterns hanging high and intricate murals shimmering in the candlelight. Inside the hall, there are black sandalwood tables and chairs, covered with brocade, creating an atmosphere that is both solemn and elegant. At this moment, the hall is packed with literati, and the atmosphere is filled with anticipation and excitement.
Su Wanrong As one of the contestants, dressed in an exquisite blue gown and sporting a neat bun, her appearance caused a slight stir in the crowd. Her eyes revealed determination and calmness, and despite facing numerous renowned masters, she remained confident.
The poetry competition began with an announcement from Zhou Dynasty's most respected literary figure, the elderly poet Gu Xiang. His voice, like a distant bell, resonated through the entire Wen Hua Hall: "Today, we gather here to celebrate poetry, to celebrate the prosperity of literature. Let us listen attentively and feel the wisdom and emotions of the poet."
As the competition progresses, one wonderful poem after another is recited, and each poet incorporates their understanding of beauty, nature, and life into their verses, winning rounds of applause.
The first poet is Xie Yun, known for his ability to depict natural scenery. His poem "Morning Light in the Valley" portrays the valley bathed in the first light of dawn, fresh and ethereal:
The morning dew glistens as the valley clouds part,
Green bamboo and dark pines cast intertwining shadows.
The stream murmurs without cease,
Distant mountains smile as dawn breaks.
Next is the literary figure Yang Liu, whose poem "Spring River Flower Moon Night" depicts the beauty and sorrow of a spring night with delicate emotions.
Spring water flows with the same color as the sky,
Flower shadows sway as the faint moonlight shines.
The river breeze at night carries the fragrance of distant souls,
Where does the dream wander in the tower?
The third poet, Zhang Dai, expressed his feelings about the passage of time and reflections on life in his work "Years Like a Song."
The years are like a distant song, and the world is cold and full of smoke.
Having experienced the changes of time, looking back, it has already become desolate.
A fleeting smile passes, deep worries have no place to be spoken.
Writer Liu Qing showcased the autumn river scenery and rich autumn atmosphere in her "Dreams Around the Autumn River."
Autumn waterThe color of the sky is cold,
The sound of the flute echoes in the night, the moon shines brightly.
Standing alone by the river, leaving no trace in my dreams,
Ripples emerge, evoking endless thoughts.
poet Zhou De demonstrated his profound understanding of classical literature. His poem "The Unfading Ancient Style" reflects on the ancient demeanor and today's insights.
The ancient road is filled with endless wind and smoke,
Heroes' aspirations endure through the coldness of history.
Wind and dust I search for your previous traces,
Dreams of war still linger on paper.
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