"Well, I will never become a poet saint, but I still know a little bit about poetry." Shen Ao said modestly, but his face was extremely confident.
Seeing Shen Ao's look in his eyes, Tang Yi laughed and said: "Okay, but if I want to consider Duke Zhongguo, is it a conflict of opinion?"
"It doesn't matter, let's just discuss it with each other." Shen Ao waved his hand, as if he asked if he had anything, and someone would come and prove it to you.
"Okay, that's it. I once heard that Duke Zhongguo once pointed out objects and wrote poems on the banks of the Luoshui River, and his skills amazed everyone. After the incident was spread, I was very yearning for it. After seeing me today, I decided to think about it. , I asked a question, if there is anything reckless, please forgive me, Mr. Zhongguo."
"It's easy to say, it's easy to say. It's rare for the prince to have such elegance. I just try my best to answer." Shen Ao smiled and nodded. If it was the way to make perfect pairs, he did not have full confidence. After all, the world is so big and there are so many strange pairs. , he can't guarantee that he has heard of them all or read them all. But when it comes to pointing out objects and writing poems, it is relatively easy. With the poems he has memorized in his mind, there are few things that can stump him.
Shen Ao agreed neatly, and in Tang Yi's eyes, there was a cunning meaning in his eyes, "Okay, Duke Zhongguo is very confident, which is admirable, but the way my son points out things and writes poems is different from others, he uses three words in one word." Poetry, but I wonder if Duke Zhongguo can do it?"
"Three poems in one word?" Shen Ao's eyes were a little confused.
"Yes, there are three poems in one word, with the same pronunciation but different words. It must not be difficult for Duke Zhongguo, who is known as the little poet saint. Well, I have thought about it a lot and thought about not coming up with a word that is too difficult. I will use the word "wind" Take, for example, one word for wind, two words for bee, and three words for madness. It is required that the poem has its own words and meanings, and a stick of incense is given within a time limit. It must not be too difficult." Tang Yi chuckled, with a bright smile on his face. It means having fun.
If he was talking about casually pointing out objects as poems, it would not be difficult to handle it with Shen Ao's rumored talent. But if he was talking about one word, three tones and three tones in a poem, the difficulty would be greatly increased. He would like to see if Shen Ao is. There is real talent and learning, or what some people say is just an illusion.
If Shen Ao was really talented, Tang Yi would choose what he said, so what if he showed him his useless legs?
On the other hand, although the guards around Shen Ao were outstanding and he had no choice but to do so, he would then spread the word about Shen Ao's incompetence all over Daliang City. He wanted everyone to know how ugly Shen Ao was today. Do a good job of ruining his reputation.
Tang Yi made the request, but before Shen Ao said anything, Butler Cheng Shan, who was standing beside him, laughed. Obviously he was ready to see Shen Ao make a fool of himself. But the laughter was soon forced. He stopped. Without it, the silver whip that disappeared just now landed on his shoulder again without knowing when, with a chilling air.
Xue Fei took out the silver whip, with a worried expression on her face. Not only her, but Ao Qi and the other three who had already appeared here also had worried expressions on their faces.
They studied with Aoxue, and their kung fu skills increased day by day, but they rarely touched on poetry. Apart from knowing some words, they didn't understand the so-called rhymes, so they couldn't write any poems.
It is precisely because they cannot do it that they feel that writing poetry is a very difficult and amazing thing. Especially the kind of wonderful poetry that can be spread for a long time and be praised by everyone requires people with extremely high talents and learning. Only then can it be done.
The young master Shen Ao has some talent and knowledge, and he was once famous in Daliang City. But he is only sixteen years old, and his background and knowledge are far from enough. How can he write these three poems? This is clearly the prince of Zhongwang. It's hard to be a human being.
It was obviously to treat Prince Zhong's son, but not only did he not get the medical fee, but he also had to make things difficult for him. In this world, it is really hard to be a good person.
Xue Fei and Ao Qi were both worried about Shen Ao and complained about him, so Xue Fei had already taken out the silver whip.
"Fei'er, it doesn't have to be like this." When Shen Ao saw Xue Fei's actions, he chuckled and waved his hand. This time he came to befriend Prince Zhong, not to fight.
When Shen Ao shouted like this, Xuefei reluctantly put away the silver whip. Taking this opportunity, Cheng Shan had already taken out the incense, inserted it into the incense burner and lit it. Obviously, the timer was about to start. The atmosphere suddenly became tense. It also made him a lot more serious.
"Haha." Shen Ao, who should be worried the most, suddenly laughed at this moment. His mind was running at high speed just now. He thought about all the poems about wind, bees and madness, and he already had them. The answer, at this moment, his face was filled with a confident smile.
Shen Ao actually smiled, then slowly raised his hands that were hanging down, and shouted: "Come on, I'll take care of you with pen and ink."
"That's it?" A look of surprise flashed on the prince's face, and then he said to Cheng Shan, who was still standing there in a daze, "Uncle Cheng, pen and ink."
"Oh oh." Cheng Shan agreed, then turned around and entered the side hall, and quickly took out the paper, ink, pen and inkstone. At this time, Ao Qi and others walked over and laid out the rice paper. He also stepped forward and began to grind ink for him.
Reaching out to take the brush of good quality, Shen Ao didn't even think about it, he just started writing. Dragons and snakes swam between the strokes, the handwriting appeared, and the poem was completed.
wind!
The east wind blows thousands of trees into bloom at night.
Even more are blowing down, the stars are like rain. BMW carvings fill the road with fragrance.
The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and fish and dragons danced all night long.
Moth snow willow golden strands.
The laughter is full of fragrance.
The crowd searched for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, in a dimly lit place.
For this song, Shen Ao chose the Jade Case "Yuan Xi" by Xin Qiji, a great poet of the Song Dynasty.
When he suddenly looked back while writing, Shen Ao, not knowing whether intentionally or unintentionally, turned his head and glanced at Xue Fei who was polishing his ink, and then continued writing.
Xuefei was chanting softly at the side, looking for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, that person was there, in the dimly lit place. When she thought of Shen Ao's actions just now, her cheeks couldn't help but blush, even though she couldn't write poetry. , but she can still distinguish whether a poem is good or bad, whether it is smooth, whether it can arouse resonance, and what the situation is.
Needless to say, it is smooth. Reading his poems, it is really smooth.
Regarding the artistic conception, Xue Fei's face was already flushed with embarrassment, which is enough to explain everything.
"Okay, what a poem!" At some point, the Crown Prince also pushed a wooden cart and squeezed over. The sudden praise came from his heart and shocked Xuefei. She gave her a blank look and blamed her for disturbing her. He understood this artistic conception, but when he turned to look at Shen Ao, there was more admiration in his eyes.
"Hahaha." Seeing that this poem was recognized by Tang Yi, Shen Ao also laughed, then took out the written poem and continued to write it.
bee.
If the honey is made, it can only be used to remove the offering bottle, and the wax can only illuminate the qiluo.
It's a pity that your life is of no use, and how can you continue to prick your desire.
This song Shen Ao chose was "Bee" by Zhao Shishao of the Song Dynasty. Previously, Shen Ao also borrowed a song about "Bee" by Luo Yin, a poet from the Tang Dynasty, to ridicule King Xiang. He came up with another one on the same theme, making it even more erudite. It also meets the requirements of having its own word or meaning as mentioned by the Crown Prince.
"Okay, okay, this is also very good." Tang Yi's eyes were extremely satisfied. This poem can be said to describe all the busyness and helplessness of the bee. If you look closely, it seems to be saying that his father is loyal to the king. Generally speaking, what is the purpose of such hard work?
After the stunning performance of the first two poems, both the prince and Xuefei and others were looking forward to the last poem. They wanted to see what kind of quatrains Shen Ao could write this time.
Crazy!
Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Fairy under Peach Blossom Temple.
The Peach Blossom Fairy planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms in exchange for wine money.
When you are sober, you just sit in front of the flowers; when you are drunk, you come to sleep under the flowers.
Half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers fall and bloom year after year.
I wish I could die in my old age and spend my time in wine, rather than bow in front of my carriage.
The chariot, dust and horses are enough for the rich, and the wine-gold twigs are for the poor.
If the rich and the noble are compared to the poor and the lowly, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky.
If the poor and the lowly are compared to a chariot and a horse, he has to drive and I have nothing to do.
Others laugh at me for being crazy, but I laugh at others because they can’t see through it.
There are no tombs of heroes from the Five Tombs, and there are no flowers or wine to cultivate the fields.
A song called "Song of Peach Blossom Temple" describes Tang Yin's life in the Ming Dynasty. He planted peach trees everywhere, sold flowers in exchange for wine, drank under the flowers and slept under the flowers, half asleep, half awake, and indifferent to the world.
In Tang Bohu's view, his current life is the life of a peach blossom fairy. Cars, horses and dignitaries regard them as dust, and wine-cup branches are regarded as heavenly beings. However, this true meaning is not understood by everyone. Don't you see, "The world laughs at me for being so crazy." ?But "I" don't think so.
Haven't you seen that the kings and generals who were once all-powerful and extremely wealthy are now dead and their power has fallen. They can't even hope for flowers or wine, and they can only let the farmers work on the land where they were buried. "There is no tomb of the heroes of Wuling." , No flowers, no wine, no flowers, no wine, no hoeing to cultivate the fields." It ends abruptly, leaving a lingering aftertaste.
The moment the character Tian was written and Shen Ao put down the brush, the entire hall fell into silence.
This time, not only did Shen Ao write more content, but more importantly, not only was his writing style unusually smooth, his voice was even more catchy, and his profound meaning seemed to be a reflection of the human world.
Especially the prince Tang Yi wrote in his poems that when he is sober he only sits in front of flowers, and when he is drunk he comes to sleep under flowers. Half-awake and half-drunk day after day, the flowers fall and bloom year after year. And when others laugh at me for being too crazy, I When he laughed at others but couldn't see through it, his body shook several times. He felt that this was a reflection of his own life.
He is the only son of the loyal king who is envied by everyone, but he is also a cripple, a cripple who cannot even stand up. But so what? How can others see through his thoughts?
Isn’t this why others laugh at me for being too crazy, and I laugh at others but they can’t see through it?
Just now, I just wanted to embarrass Shen Ao because I saw Shen Ao exposed his physical illness. But I didn't expect to see such a wonderful poem. This time it was really worth it, so worth it.