Writing poetry for Yangzhou?

As the word "Yangzhou" was heard, many scholars couldn't help but swallow and spit.

Since Yangzhou is a thousand-year-old ancient city, it has always been a prosperous place, a place where countless literati and poets gather. Just to praise Yangzhou, too many poets have created excellent works.

For example, Li Taibai's "An old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks went to Yangzhou in March." Li Mu's "A dream of Yangzhou for ten years has won the reputation of being a blessed brothel." Su Shi's "I'll ask all my friends in Jiangnan, who are like me, drunk in Yangzhou." Zhang Hu's "Life is only in Yangzhou's death, and the tomb fields of Zenzhi Mountain is beautiful." etc.

It is these pearls ahead, and the popular peerless works ahead that have made fewer and fewer people dare to write about Yangzhou. Because everything needs to be compared, once it is written and misunderstood, it is simply a kind of self-smear.

However, when Yangzhou gentry Cao Meng and others heard this, their eyes lit up slightly, but they felt expectation.

With the destruction of Song City in Yangzhou, it was actually considered a serious injury to its vitality and was far from the grand occasion of the past. Even though Yangzhou New City was built a few years ago, it was still far from the scale.

Because of the rise of Nanjing City, it had a very adverse impact on Yangzhou City. Nanjing City was the capital of the Taizu and Chengzu periods, and is still the capital of the Ming Dynasty, and many resources will tend toward Nanjing.

It is precisely under these factors that although Yangzhou City is still prosperous now, it is still a distance from its heyday.

Now Lin Qingran is recognized as the most talented person in the Ming Dynasty and the most dazzling political star in the Ming Dynasty. If he wrote a masterpiece for Yangzhou City, it would undoubtedly be conducive to Yangzhou's recovery.

Why……

Yu Ji felt a little disappointed in her heart, and she hoped that the imperial envoy would write poems for her and praise her. Even if she didn't get a courtesan, it would be enough for her to become famous in Yangzhou.

But she also knew that this was a luxury. If a person who had reached the status of Lin Junran, if he had not been the one he truly loved, wouldn't he use his amazing reputation to praise an indescribable brothel woman?

The entire venue was silent as if dead, and everyone was thinking about it and quietly waiting for the following text.

Lin Qingran stood at the desk holding a brush, and his whole body was already in a writing state. After writing down the topic, he continued to write on the pen: "The boat rides on the spring and the dawn smoke, and the city is covered with silk pipes and elm seeds."

Chen Wanwan's voice in the bamboo house was gentle and penetrating. When she saw the first sentence, she stopped slightly, and then she recited loudly towards the painting boat in front of her.

The pleasure boat rides on the spring and the dawn smoke, and the silk tubes brush the elm seeds all over the city.

When everyone heard this sentence, they immediately seemed to see a scroll slowly unfolding in front of their eyes.

There are indeed many elm seed trees planted on the banks of the river in Yangzhou City, but both brothels and ordinary people like to play the piano. Combined with these two obvious characteristics, they quickly remembered that this is the environment of Yangzhou City.

On the second floor of Chen Boren's painting boat, Chen Wanwan's soft voice reached the ears of everyone present, but they were stunned.

Although they are all merchants and gentry, they still have a certain ability to appreciate poetry, but they look at each other and feel bad in their hearts.

This time was a feast for scholars. Not only were scholars from Yangzhou City, but also many scholars from Jiangnan rushed here. When they heard the first sentence, many scholars looked awe-in, and this poem seemed to have penetrated directly into their hearts.

While savoring the first sentence, many people looked at the figure on the stage again, quietly looking forward to the next sentence.

There were also some talented men thinking: If they wrote this sentence themselves, how should they write the next sentence? It was at this time that the second sentence came from Chen Wanwan's mouth, and they immediately defeated their only remaining arrogance.

"A thousand families have adopted daughters to teach you the song first, and planting flowers for ten miles is considered farming."

The second sentence is produced by Lin Weiran's writing, and is conveyed to everyone present through Chen Wanwan's soft voice, causing the entire venue to continue to fall into silence.

If the previous sentence describes the environment of Yangzhou City, then the atmosphere of Yangzhou City. Just this sentence describes the style of this prosperous place, telling the story of the people of Yangzhou City’s love for music and flowers.

Chen Boren was a scholar with great fame and reputation. When he heard this, he sighed and silently picked up the teacup on the table, and he seemed to be lost.

If we put aside the hostile relationship between the two sides and the secret game in this courtesan competition, we have to admit that this imperial envoy is really a genius and should have a shout for him.

The scholars fell into silence again, savoring this sentence carefully, and were already looking forward to the next sentence. But this time, their heads were blank, and they were just simply eager for the next good sentence.

"The rain passed the Sui Dike and it was not wet, and the wind blew the red sleeves and wanted to ascend to the immortals."

The third sentence was generated in the expectations of everyone and was generated on the white rice paper, but it was not disappointing. In addition to shocking, more people felt that this was the poem by Zhu Junzi.

From writing about the environment to the atmosphere, and then to the bustle of the suburbs. Even if the spring rain falls, the Sui Dike is not wet, but a group of spring outings are blocking the bleak spring rain there.

In just three short sentences, from the city to the outside of the city, from the environment to the atmosphere, depicting the prosperity of Yangzhou City.

The three lines of poetry are revealed, and everyone savors it carefully, and they are already led by Lin Weiran's pen.

Lin Weiran did not rush to write, but looked up at the people in the boat with a gaze. Finally, his eyes were fixed on an old man sitting in the boat drinking.

This scene was seen by the woman Qilan and others beside her, and she also looked over with his eyes.

Lin Weiran withdrew his gaze and slowly wrote on the paper: "The poet has been hurt for a long time, and the wine is warm and the fragrance is warm and the warm.

No matter what era it is, poets always like to feel sad about spring and autumn, expressing the loneliness after the prosperity fades away, just like Du Mu's "Ten Years of Dreams in Yangzhou, winning the reputation of being a blessed brothel."

With the last stroke falling, the poem has been completed.

But when the last sentence came out, the entire arena was like a falling needle. Everyone was trapped in a deep thought and remembrance, lingering in the artistic conception of this poem, and the eyes of several brothel women were already full of brilliant colors.

Who would have thought that Lin Wenkui, who had never been published in poetry, has always been called the Zhu Junzi who had lost all his talents. Today, he wrote a poem for Yangzhou, and this poem is also destined to be passed down through the ages, and today's events will definitely be passed down into a good story.
Chapter completed!