Lin Tailai seemed to be afraid that Hai Rui would regret it, so he hurriedly said: "The next poem I'm going to write is called Mid-Autumn Night!"
Then he recited in one breath: "The queen is like a pair of flower slaves. First she evokes Chang'e's laurel hall, performs a new song of colorful clothes, the pipa strings are dancing, the singing and the sheng are bright, and the music is soft."
Everyone at the table was speechless after hearing this. Although they were not allowed to comment on Lin Tailai's poems due to the ban imposed by the old alliance leader, they were all complaining crazily in their hearts.
This poem is full of scenes of birds and birds, orchestral songs and dances, and the Mid-Autumn Festival celebrations. It was really made up with your eyes open!
Tonight's gathering is so plain, how could there be the scene mentioned in the lyrics? The creation is not made up, it cannot be divorced from reality!
Only the old alliance leader Wang Shizhen, who was very sensitive to Lin Tailai, felt uneasy and had a vague feeling of something bad.
"This is nonsense!" Hai Rui and Hai Qingtian were furious. He stood up and waved his sleeves, about to leave the table!
I asked you, Lin Tailai, to draft Mid-Autumn poems for you, but what kind of nonsense is your poem?
Can we use words such as "Shen Rushuangxiahuanucao", "New song of neon clothes", and "Wu Yin is delicate" about Hai Rui?
Lin Tailai quickly asked: "What? Sir, are you not satisfied? If you are not satisfied, just say so. If you don't tell me, how will I know that you are not satisfied?"
Sir, please sit down, I will correct you now, there is also a song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"!"
Lin Tailai then recited the poem: "The autumn moon suddenly shines brightly, and the clogs are everywhere in front of the mountain. Looking from afar, there are lanterns and pavilions, and thousands of tiny stars hanging in the air."
Princes and grandsons were marching in groups, singing and dancing girls were sitting around, crowds of people crowded around to watch the scene. Only the mournful autumn guests stared at the blue sky with white eyes."
We are all experienced experts. The first half of many Mid-Autumn poems are mainly about scenery, and the second half begins to express emotions. This article seems to be no exception.
Then I heard the following line: "Things of the ages, a dream, are always pitiable. Whether the moon in the Wu Palace is there or not, how many years has it been up and down."
There are infinite rich families and beautiful houses, there are also bamboo fences and thatched huts, and they are as bright as the soul. Don't wait for Yu Xiaoche, I want to sleep on a fishing boat."
After everyone listened, they felt that the first wonderful thing about this poem was that the perspective of the scene was very far away, as if a bystander was calmly watching the Mid-Autumn Festival from a distance.
The second wonderful thing is that from this macro perspective, it naturally leads to the rise and fall of the ages, and the pattern suddenly rises.
This Mid-Autumn Festival poem is definitely not as good as the Song Dynasty's masterpiece, but the artistic conception is enough to overwhelm the people present, and the works they prepared are obviously inferior.
How could an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy riding a horse write such an artistic conception?
Lin Tailai looked slightly satisfied and asked Hai Rui, "How do you think this article was written for Mr. Boss?"
Hai Rui's face twitched. He really didn't want to say good things about Lin Tailai, so he said: "It's too empty to forcefully create an artistic conception."
Lin Tailai patted his thigh without hesitation, "It doesn't matter, there's more! Listen to my song "Niannujiao·Mid-Autumn Festival Poems for Gangfeng Haigong" again!"
The old alliance leader Wang Shizhen's heart skipped a beat. Another very long word card!
Lin Tailai, that bastard, all the lyrics he used today were long, and none of them were less than a hundred words!
Forget about four-line quatrains, don’t even write eight-line rhyme poems!
Each article takes a long time. How long is the total time for the gathering?
If there were ten or eight articles of this length, others would just be the audience!
Lin Tailai has already recited the new words Shangqiu: "At the beginning of the round, the universe is full of autumn colors, divided into half. The fog gathers and the clouds gather innumerable, and the stars are scattered.
The jade sky is soaring high, the Milky Way is clear and shallow, floating on endless shores. The mountains are thousands of miles away, and they are as bright as green and green."
Everyone has nothing to say about this. The upper column is still about scenery, and the scenery of the Mid-Autumn Festival is written over and over again in these patterns.
I also heard the following sentence of this article: "It's a pity that the beautiful scenery caused me to fall asleep early. Many Handan officials gave it to me all night long, leaving no one awake to watch it."
Gu Ying wanders around, thinking about Yuan Hong's farewell boat, who will accompany him tonight. Several bagpipes are playing by the Wuding Bridge."
As expected, the drama is all in the second half, which is really interesting.
From it, we can hear the ridicule of the current dynasty, the worry about the hidden dangers in the prosperous age, and the resentment that talents are not recognized.
Again, Lin Tailai's words are indeed not as good as those of the Song Dynasty, but they are much better than them.
Lin Tailai said loudly to Hai Rui: "This article expresses worries about current affairs, but it is completely tailored to your taste, sir! Just tell me if it works!"
Hai Rui: "."
He didn't know how to answer. He felt that the article was quite good, but he didn't want to admit that Lin Tailai had written it well.
Lin Tailai didn't wait for Hai Rui's reply, he patted his thigh again and said tenaciously: "It seems that the boss is still not satisfied?
But it doesn’t matter, I still have a lot here! Each article is a long word, and you must write it until you are satisfied with it!”
Wang Shizhen, the old alliance leader, finally realized that Lin Tailai's behavior was really about suppressing conspiracies and conspiracies with absolute power.
It's just that this "absolute power" does not refer to the absolute quality of the poems, but the number of pieces and words!
Hold high the banner of Hai Rui, and then the flood will flood and occupy Yaji.
Listening to Lin Tailai's eloquent lyrics, Leader Wang looked at the quatrains he had prepared in advance and couldn't help but fall into self-doubt. Is the number of words the king?
This kind of drama is the most labor-intensive. I have to think of new scenes every time. Please give me the last monthly ticket this month!!!
Chapter completed!