Write poetry for Yangzhou?

As the word "Yangzhou" came out, many scholars couldn't help but swallow secretly.

Because Yangzhou is a thousand-year-old city, it has always been a prosperous place, a place where countless literati and poets gathered. In terms of praising Yangzhou alone, there are too many poets who have created excellent works.

For example, Li Taibai's "An old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks descended from Yangzhou in March.", Li Mu's "I slept in Yangzhou dream for ten years, and won the reputation of a brothel.", Su Shi's "I want to ask all my friends in the south of the Yangtze River, who is like me, drunk?"

Yangzhou.", Zhang Hu's "Life is only suitable for death in Yangzhou, the Zen wisdom mountain is bright and the tomb field is good." and so on.

It is because of these pearls and the popular masterpieces that fewer and fewer people dare to write about Yangzhou. Because everything needs to be compared, and once it is written badly, it is simply a kind of self-slander.

But after Yangzhou squire Cao Meng and others heard this, their eyes lit up slightly, and they felt a sense of expectation.

With the destruction of Song Dacheng in Yangzhou, its vitality has actually been seriously damaged, and it is far from the grandeur of the past. Even though Yangzhou New City was built a few years ago, it is still far behind in scale.

And because of the rise of Nanjing City, it had a very negative impact on Yangzhou City. Nanjing City was the capital during the Taizu and Chengzu periods, and it is still the capital of the Ming Dynasty. Many resources will be inclined to Nanjing.

It is due to these various factors that although Yangzhou City is still prosperous now, it is still far away from its heyday.

Now Lin Haoran is recognized as the most talented poet in the Ming Dynasty today, and is also the most dazzling political star in the Ming Dynasty. If he writes a masterpiece for Yangzhou City, it will undoubtedly be conducive to the recovery of Yangzhou.

Why……

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

But she also knew that this was an extravagant hope. If a person with Lin Haoran's status was not the person he truly loved, how could he use his astonishing reputation to promote a woman from a brothel who was not worth mentioning?

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The whole venue was deathly silent, everyone was waiting for the next step with their own thoughts.

Lin Haoran stood in front of the desk with a brush in hand, as if he was already in a writing state. After writing the title, he continued to write on the brush: "Painting boats ride on the spring dawn smoke, and the city is filled with silk tubes and elm money."

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The voice of Chen Wanwan from Zhulou was gentle and penetrating. When she saw the first sentence, her whole body froze slightly, and then she recited it loudly towards the painting boat in front of her.

The painted boat rides on the spring dawn smoke, and the city is filled with silk pipes and elm coins.

When everyone heard this sentence, it seemed as if they were seeing a picture scroll slowly unfolding in front of their eyes.

There are indeed many elm trees planted along the riverside of Yangzhou City, but in the city, both brothels and ordinary people like to play the piano. The combination of these two obvious characteristics made them quickly think that this is really 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 all stunned.

Although they were all businessmen and country squires, they still had a certain ability to appreciate poetry, but they all looked at each other with a bad feeling in their hearts.

This time is a feast for scholars. Not only scholars from Yangzhou City, but also many scholars from Jiangnan rushed here. When they heard the first sentence, many scholars had awe on their faces. This poem seemed to directly

It's like it's penetrated into their hearts.

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

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

It's all over the place.

“The adopted daughter of a thousand families teaches music first, and planting flowers in ten miles counts as farming.”

The second sentence was accidentally generated by Lin Haoran's pen, and was conveyed to everyone present through Chen Wanwan's soft voice, causing the entire venue to continue to fall into deathly silence.

If the first sentence describes the environment of Yangzhou City, the next one describes the atmosphere of Yangzhou City. This sentence alone describes the style of this prosperous place and tells the people of Yangzhou City's love for music and flowers.

Chen Boren was a well-known scholar. Hearing this sentence, he sighed deeply and silently picked up the tea cup on the table. He looked as if he was lost.

If we put aside the hostility between the two parties and the secret game of this Oiran Competition, we have to admit that this imperial envoy is truly a genius and deserves a round of applause for him.

The scholars fell into silence again, savoring this sentence carefully, already looking forward to the next sentence. Only this time, their minds were blank, and they were simply longing for the next good sentence.

"The Sui embankment is not wet after the rain, but the wind blows the red sleeves and makes you reach immortality."

The third sentence was written on the white rice paper amid everyone's expectations, but it did not disappoint. While shocked, more people felt that it should be like this, because this is Zhu Junzi's poem.

From the description of the setting to the customs, and then to the excitement of the suburbs. Even if the spring rain falls, the Sui embankment is not wet, but a group of women on spring outings are there to block the misty spring rain.

In just three sentences, from the city to the outside, from the environment to the customs, the prosperity of Yangzhou City is described.

Three lines of poetry were revealed, and everyone savored them carefully, as if they were being led away by Lin Haoran's pen.

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

This scene was seen by Qilan and other women next to him, and they also followed his gaze and looked over.

However, Lin Haoran withdrew his gaze and wrote slowly on the paper: "The poet has been injured for a long time and his hair is white, and the wine is warm and fragrant, and quiet.

No matter what era they are in, poets always like to lament the spring and autumn, expressing the loneliness after the prosperity recedes, just like Du Mu's "I slept in the Yangzhou dream for ten years and won the reputation of a brothel."

With the last stroke of the pen, the poem is complete.

Just when this last sentence came out, the whole stadium was like a needle drop. Everyone was immersed in contemplation and recollection, lingering in the artistic conception of this poem, and the eyes of several brothel girls were already filled with brilliance.

Who would have thought that Lin Wenkui, who has never had any poems published, has always been called a gentleman who has exhausted his talents. Today, he wrote a poem specifically for Yangzhou, and this poem is destined to be passed down through the ages, and today's events will definitely be passed down.
Chapter completed!