Secondly, Wang Xie Fengliu is still within reach, but who can figure out Shuiyunjian?
Thirdly, the spirit palace is a charming place, and when you meet, you will smile and be happy.
Fourth, the polishing has truly become the Zhaodaiguan, and the trend has taken the right direction.
Fifthly, the great talents came from Taihu Lake, and all the affairs listed on the list belong to you.
Sixth, Baile suddenly heard three tunes, still the old fashion in Jiangzuo."
Lin Tailai spoke alone for several rounds in one breath, as if every sentence was written casually, and every sentence was related to today's gathering.
The word "Fengliu" kept changing in Lin Tailai's mouth according to the order. Feihua Ling, which was supposed to be a group mouth, became Lin Tailai's solo mouth.
Everyone was speechless. The essence of the banquet word game is that everyone participates, not just Lin Tailai who takes care of everything from beginning to end!
If everyone played like you, Lin Tailai, it would really be too simple.
If a game is too simple and has no difficulty, it will probably make people feel bored, right?
Out of control, out of control again, Zhao Yongxian discovered that he might have experienced the feelings of the old leader Wang.
At this time, someone in the crowd shouted: "May I ask Lin Jieyuan, what is the difficulty level of your usual literary games?"
But as soon as the man shouted, he was held down by two servants and dragged out.
"My difficulty?" Lin Tailai put down his wine cup and said drunkenly: "Since someone asked, I will show you what the difficulty is!"
Then Lin Daguan asked someone to bring a pen and paper and wrote half of a poem on the spot:
"There is a light sail hanging on the empty river, and I can read all the paintings in the East Tower. The wet green and weeping willows are green in the creek bay, and the moon is blowing against the curtains, and the rain is sparse and the wind is cold at night."
Then he recited it loudly, circulated it to others, and introduced:
"This is half a poppy chapter. It only has the upper part. Whoever can continue it with the lower part can just do it!"
Shi Xing, another old man from the retro school, couldn't see Lin Tailai's arrogance. He didn't read half of the poem carefully and casually shouted: "It's just a continuation of half of the poem, what's the difficulty?"
For people in the literary world, this is something they can do easily!
After taking a look at Tang Wenwen, the top scholar in Jinke, he quickly reminded: "Senior Shi! This is a palindrome!"
The so-called palindrome poems are poems that can be read front to back.
For example, Lin Tailai's Shangque, according to the format of poppy poppies, can be read in reverse:
"The late rain in the cold wind blows across the curtains, sending the moon over the green bay and stream. Willows hang green and wet paint is painted on the east side of the building. I read all over and hang my sails and sail across the river in the sky."
It is as elegant and beautiful as the original reading, and there is no trace of the haphazard patchwork of most palindromic poems.
Shi Xing was surprised and asked Tang Zhuangyuan: "You can see it so quickly?"
Tang Wenwen answered honestly: "Lin Tailai blocked the Twelve Hairpins of Jinling at Xushuguan in Suzhou last year, and used this half-que poem to make things difficult for Zhao Caiji, so I knew about it."
"Has it been used? What happened next? Has it been cracked?" Shi Xing asked again.
Tang Wenwen said: "There was no follow-up later. Zhao Caiji did not accept the challenge at all, and went straight to drink with Lin Tailai for the night, so this half-que poem was lost."
Shi Xing: "."
However, after being stunned for a moment, Shi Xing still said stubbornly: "The difficulty of palindrome is only that high. Is it possible that you, Lin Tailai, are the only one who can write it?"
Although you don’t need to have the hands, you can always write it as long as you take the time to conceive it.
Lin Tailai smelled of alcohol and said: "Who said these are the only difficulties? Can palindromic poetry also be called difficult?"
Then he held up the poem manuscript and said: "The biggest difficulty with my half-que poem is that it is a love poem, and it is read from a male perspective when read forward and from a female perspective when read backwards.
So the combination of the pros and cons makes a man and a woman, and the sequel cannot break away from this framework!"
Everyone: "."
Is this horse riding a literary game played by normal people? With the level of difficulty raised to this level, can the Yaji continue to be held? You, Lin Tailai, go play in the mud by yourself!
Lin Daguan took advantage of the wine and said: "I just want to explain the difficulty of our daily literary game in the update agency. I didn't expect you to continue writing it. I have already finished the next chapter!"
Then he took a pen and paper and took the initiative to write the following:
"Famous flowers have no hatred when they meet people. The orioles in the wild fields are approaching. They are red and green until the end of spring, but sometimes annoying things happen and the hatred is endless."
Reading it backwards, the lower part becomes the upper part:
"I hate that things are annoying and people are annoyed, and spring comes and goes. The green is lush and rosy, and the orioles are singing nearby. In the wilderness, I hate that no one knows the names of the flowers."
Both the direct reading and reverse reading are smooth, elegant and delicate, and the direct reading is male and the backward reading is female, which is extremely exquisite!
Everyone who has read poetry books has read palindrome poems, but they have never seen one that is more technical than the one in front of them. They can't help but fall into a long-lasting shock!
Only Lin Daguan, who was drunk, shouted: "I don't know how difficult it is for you retro-schoolers to practice poetry on weekdays, but we at the Update Society practice literature according to this standard!"
"Bang!" Zhao Yongxian couldn't bear to refute the case: "This is a pure game, without any intention or character, and has fallen into the wrong way!"
Tang Wenwen, the top scholar in modern subjects, exclaimed: "Teacher, please stop talking!"
Official Lin looked at Zhao Yongxian blankly: "Scholar Zhao wants to hear Taoist poetry? Tell me earlier!
I entered the capital and wrote down a poem of seven rhymes, which should be in line with Academician Zhao’s taste! Please listen carefully, Academician Zhao!”
Then everyone heard a new poem from Lin Daguan's mouth:
"The husband held the Wu hook with only one hand, and his spirit was higher than that of a hundred-foot building.
Whoever writes history in the past ten thousand years wants to be named a marquis from three thousand miles away.
I will surely follow the journey with swift feet, and I will chase the gulls in my leisure time.
Smiling and pointing at the moon beside Lugou Bridge, how many people will come to Yingzhou from now on?"
After Lin Tailai finished reciting it, he found that this song was so suitable for his situation that he didn't need to change a single word.
Everyone watched helplessly as an elegant gathering sponsored by the retro sect turned into Lin's personal show again.
Wang Zhiyou, who had observed Lin Tailai's words and deeds at close range, finally understood what the fifteenth sister meant when she said she "likes to trample people with poetry."
Chapter completed!