The shock brought by this poem has not yet subsided, and the second theme emerged.
At this time, a word was also given on the stage, wine.
Seeing this word, everyone present was slightly shocked.
After all, this poem about wine is really difficult to write.
From the past to the present, there have not been many poems about wine.
After Zhu Youde saw this topic, he directly picked up the sake placed beside him.
Before anyone could react, they poured it directly into their mouths.
After drinking a bottle of wine, I looked a little tipsy.
I have to say that the taste of this wine is indeed a bit bad. And it is not a modern distilled wine, but a wine brewed in ancient times.
The degree itself is not high, and it also has a slight smell inside.
Zhu Youde feels that if he has time, he can reform the drinks of this era.
Although Zhu Youde doesn't usually drink, this can be regarded as a way to make money.
With a bottle of wine in his stomach, Zhu Youde felt a sense of elation in his body.
Next, Zhu Youde took up his pen and began to create.
When people on the side saw Zhu Youde's action, they also began to imitate it.
However, some scholars usually don't like to drink. After one sip, they will choke for a long time.
Of course, this is just a minority, and most of them seem to be doing fine drinking.
But some scholars feel a little confused when they look at the words on the table after drinking.
Some even drank too much and fell down.
Seeing this situation, Zhu Youde couldn't help but smile bitterly.
But there is no way, after all, even if you try to persuade them, they may not listen.
Soon, a rhythmic poem by Zhu Youde was written.
When the female officer on the other side saw this, she quickly came over.
The eyes of everyone on the side also followed the paper in the female officer's hand.
Some people raised their bodies and wanted to read the poems on the piece of paper.
Just like seeing those poems, my own literary talent will be reflected.
The female officer walked up to the crowd and her eyes began to wander on the paper.
But at this time, their eyes were completely different from just now.
If it was a shock just now, now it is a feeling of pride.
If it weren't for the fact that this was in public, they would probably all want to pick up a wine bottle and pour it into their stomachs.
"This is a rhyme poem called "Jian Jin Jiu". As soon as the female officer said this, everyone around her was also a little confused.
But everyone can tell that this is actually a poem to encourage drinking.
Generally speaking, those who write about drinking express their emotions through drinking, but this rhyme poem is just a simple invitation to drink.
But everyone also wants to know how to write a new idea in this drinking poem.
Of course, there is also a small group of people who feel that Zhu Youde's talent has been exhausted.
But as the female officer slowly began to read aloud, everyone's thoughts had changed a lot.
"If you don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea and never returns. If you don't see, the mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening."
Just from the beginning, you can tell that this poem is nothing special.
Those talented men and women once again stopped writing in their hands and were ready to listen to this poem.
"The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will bring you fine wine, and we will share with you the eternal sorrow."
After the last sentence fell, just like before, the whole hall was silent.
I don't know who, but suddenly there was a cheer.
Some talented people who were composing poems even slapped the table hard, and then poured the sake on the table down their throats.
I have to say that this poem to persuade people to drink wine really surprised everyone.
If the previous poem is a beautiful wish for reunion, then this poem is a heroic and chivalrous poem.
All of a sudden, there was constant cheering.
The look in Yu Mengji's eyes that looked like Zhu Youde's had turned into one of reverence.
Of course, Zhu Youde still didn't know this.
If those people had some doubts about Zhu Youde just now, now they are convinced.
"In today's Daliang literary world, who else is there besides Brother Yang?" Feng Yuyue on the side also said.
You can see a deep admiration in Feng Yuyue's eyes.
But after hearing this, Zhu Youde became even more embarrassed.
The people next to him were all in agreement.
Some people even dropped their pens directly.
After all, with such a gem in front of them, if they were asked to write, they would not be able to write it.
Even if it were written, I would probably be deeply affected by this poem.
Several talented men and women from Liguo also admired Zhu Youde very much.
Of course, there are also those who look at Zhu Youde with eyes filled with jealousy.
But these people can't show it. Zhu Youde is now in the limelight.
Now Luo Xian in Qingluo Account feels even more proud.
I didn't expect that Zhu Youde was not only good at telling stories but also writing poems.
In his eyes, praising Zhu Youde for being excellent was even happier than praising herself.
After all, in his eyes, Zhu Youde may be everything to her.
The subsequent paper-winding process is basically just a formality.
Listening to the praises of those around him, Zhu Youde actually looked a little embarrassed. After all, these things were indeed not written by himself.
Of course, this point soon passed, and the last question was announced.
spring.
After seeing this topic, everyone began to fall into silence.
Spring, this topic is actually a bit broad in scope.
Whether it is poems about things, poems about people, nostalgia poems, poems about boudoir, frontier poems, or military poems, as long as it involves poetry, it can be used.
But everyone actually knows that the most eye-catching pearl in this poetry gathering has already appeared.
People are just looking forward to what Zhu Youde's last poem will be like.
The pen fell in the storm, and the poem turned into weeping ghosts and gods.
This sentence, used to describe Zhu Youde now, is simply normal.
After Zhu Youde heard this title, he suddenly recalled a poem by one of his idols.
In less than half a stick of incense, Zhu Youde had already written a poem.
"Seven-character quatrains?" The female officer looked at the paper in her hand, a little confused.
After all, what Zhu Youde wrote in the past were basically long poems.
Everyone also thought that this last poem was also a long poem.
After hearing this, everyone seemed a little disinterested.
After all, there are only these four sentences in total. Many people think that Zhu Youde has exhausted his talents.
"Sitting alone in a pond is like a tiger roosting, nourishing one's spirit under the shade of a tree."
The female officer first read the first two sentences of Zhu Youde's poem.
But after reading the first two sentences, everyone looked a little disappointed.
After all, although this sentence is quite powerful, it is already far inferior to the previous one.