"There is a blur on the river, and there are black holes on the well. The yellow dog is white on the body, and the white dog is swollen on the body."
Chen Ruoshi recited the poem silently several times, his eyes showing strange color.
Chen Ping also looked at Liu Zheng in disbelief.
The whole audience was stunned for a moment.
This poem is wonderful! The whole poem is about snow, but there is not a single word for snow. However, the various forms of "snow" are vivid, especially the last word "swelling", which is quite expressive and can be called the finishing touch.
It is simple in nature and unique in style. Although it sounds simple, it has reached the state of returning to nature.
Seeing these people stunned, Liu Zheng felt quite proud.
This is the originator of limericks in previous lives!
The best limerick in the world is this one. Although it is a limerick, its attainment is very profound and is not any weaker than those poems just now. However, there is no such thing in this world, so Liu Zheng used "borrowingism" to fool this group of people.
, more than enough.
"good!"
“What a poem!”
Many people who know the product have praised it.
Chen Ping narrowed his eyes slightly: "Is Mr. Liu Xiang here?"
Liu Dahao, who had been startled by his son's sudden power, heard the prefect calling him, and stood up sweating profusely: "Sir, the little one is here!"
Chen Ping chuckled: "Haha, you and I have been friends for many years, why should we be restrained? Your son is so courageous. If I drive him away, wouldn't it mean that I, a dignified prefect, am too petty?"
"Go ahead!"
Liu Dahao had all kinds of insults in his heart. He was a friend of many years and cheated me out of millions of dollars? Naturally, he never dared to say these words.
"What do Ruoshi think?"
Chen Ping looked at Chen Ruoshi.
Chen Ruoshi's eyes were like a knife, and she cut Liu Zheng, and sat down with a slight groan, no longer embarrassed. She didn't believe that this playboy and prodigal could survive the next round!
"Okay, the hundred names are enough, let's go to the second round!"
After Liu Zheng, several more people were shortlisted. The top 100 people were very excited and seemed to have a bright future.
In this second round, the question was given by Wang Xueshei from the Taishou Mansion. Wang Xueshie was a white-haired old man, stroking his beard and laughing: "It is said that water is the bone of wine, and wine is the soul of poetry. Today we are all gathered together.
Let’s use ‘wine’ as the theme and let’s do our best!”
liquor?
Liu Zheng rolled his eyes.
Sure enough, when she heard the topic "wine", Chen Ruoshi's sharp eyes glared at Liu Zheng again. It seemed that the woman who made a fool of herself after drinking yesterday would always be resented by this woman.
This time, it was the young prince Xie Kangcheng who stood up first and smiled proudly: "Let me take the lead this time!"
"In the rain, the fire is forbidden and the room is cold. The orioles on the river sit alone and listen.
I drink wine and look at the flowers and think of my brothers, Du Linghan eats green grass."
This young prince has great literary talent, and his poetry always goes in a lonely direction. I don't know if he is deliberately trying to please Chen Ruoshi, but he did successfully attract Chen Ruoshi's attention several times.
Then Bai Chufeng also stood up.
"The fragrant dew is good for Gao Zhai, and the overflowing wine is good for traveling.
It’s not like the spring breeze showing off its beauty, or the jade hairpin falling in front of the mirror.”
The artistic conception of this poem is not ordinary, and it is actually much better than that of the young prince.
The next few dozen people were not as good as the first two. Then, everyone looked at Liu Zheng, and his eyes were self-evident. They all felt that Liu Zheng was just a blind cat who met a dead mouse, or he was just a poem bought with money.
, who can believe that a playboy and prodigal son suddenly improves his literary talent?
liquor?
Liu Zheng smiled slightly and stood with his hands behind his back.
Drinking wine and writing poetry, that’s it?
He suddenly began to feel grateful to his junior high school teacher... He was the one who forced himself to memorize 300 Tang poems and 500 Song poems with a ruler.
Now it seems that it is all capital!
He picked up a glass of wine, drank it, let out a sigh, and chanted loudly:
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine.
I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky.
I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places.
Dance and figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world?
Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, lower the Qihu, the light will make you sleepless.
There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of being reunited when we say goodbye?"
"..."
The whole place was silent.
The look in each pair of eyes is indescribable.
This is...a word?
There was a snap.
The chopsticks in Chen Ruoshi's hand couldn't help but fall to the ground.
"People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This has never been the case in ancient times.
I hope we will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart."
"good!"
"this......"
"Good words!"
Needless to say, this poem has a beautiful artistic conception and is flawless.
Everyone was fascinated by it.
Thousands of people at the scene raised their glasses and drank loudly at the same time. The atmosphere of the poetry meeting was brought to a peak by Liu Zheng's "Water Melody Song". Chen Ping also looked surprised, but he did not forget to raise the glass in his hand.
liquor.
"I wanted to write a hundred poems, so I went to sleep in a restaurant in Jinling City. The emperor called me and couldn't get on the boat, so I claimed that I was a wine immortal!"
Liu Zheng's ideas are still not over, and he is gradually getting better.
Suddenly he felt that everything before him was very interesting.
If you want to play, then play big.
Yesterday poetry was about pissing, today poetry is about showing off.
From the perspective of madness, wouldn’t it also be similar but similar in approach and approach?
When Li Taibai was drunk and the emperor called him, he couldn't get on the ship. Wouldn't that be more rebellious and crazy than peeing in public?
Suddenly, he started to like "Liu Zheng" whom he had occupied. People in the world don't understand you, I understand!
Another one?
And it’s a good poem!
Many people took a breath.
Everyone cheered when they heard that the wine was getting better.
“Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Fairy under Peach Blossom Temple.
The Peach Blossom Fairy planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms to sell for wine money.
When you are sober, you just sit in front of flowers; when you are drunk, you sleep under flowers.
Half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers fall and bloom year after year!"
Liu Zheng couldn't stop at all. Although the turbid wine in his hand tasted much worse than the white wine of later generations, he didn't care. He thought of a nine-nine-six social animal in his previous life, but that was his own life after all...
...Now, there is no going back. Only by getting drunk can he bid farewell to the past and start his new life.
Others, hearing these amazing poems that they had never heard before, would naturally no longer doubt the literary talent of Liu Zheng, a prodigal son. But they were thinking, could it be that this kid was hiding his clumsiness in the past?
What was even more shocking was actually Chen Ruoshi.
Why is this disciple so talented? Everyone knows that Chen Ruoshi is the most talented woman in Liangzhou and is most obsessed with poetry and poetry.
Then why are the behaviors after yesterday's drunkenness and today's drunkenness so different?
Could it be that you just want to take advantage of yourself?
Thinking of this section, she couldn't help but spat, and a blush flashed across her face that had always remained calm.
“What a poem!”
"Young Master is a great talent!"
"I announce that the third round has officially begun!"
There is no doubt about the top ten, and Liu Zheng still ranks first with an absolute advantage.
Liu Zheng didn't care anymore at this time, he just sat there with a smile and a calm look on his face.
At this moment, he seemed to be completely integrated with the unfamiliar ancient times before him. He was Liu Zheng, and Liu Zheng was him!
All eyes were focused on Chen Ruoshi, but she looked at Liu Zheng with complicated eyes.
This disciple seemed different today, and she happened to announce her choice of son-in-law again. What if he won? Chen Ruoshi, who had mixed emotions, didn't notice that her eyes stayed on Liu Zheng for too long.
This made Xie Kangcheng and Bai Chufeng become hostile to Liu Zheng at the same time. Who would have thought that such a dark horse would emerge from this year's poetry festival. Originally, they were both sought after talents wherever they went, but now they were betrayed by Liu Zheng, a prodigal son. Steal the limelight!
"Ms. Chen, please give me a question!"
Bai Chufeng couldn't help it anymore.
Chen Ruoshi thought for a moment and lightly opened her lips without any hesitation: "Since it is about choosing a son-in-law, there is no escape from the word love, so we decided to use 'love' as the theme. There is no limit to the subject matter and we can use it to our own devices."
Everyone laughed.
Sure enough, women, when it comes to poetry, cannot escape love.
Love poems.
There's probably no one here who doesn't know how to do it.
Hearing this, Bai Chufeng was overjoyed. Everyone knew that he had always been famous for writing love poems. When he heard about the choice of a son-in-law, he had already prepared something in his heart.
"Don't Meng Yiyi go to Xie's house, the small corridor turns to the winding lantern.
There is only the sentimental moon in the spring garden, which shines upon the fallen flowers just like those who have left.
It is sentimental to pity the wind and moon, but don't hate life when spring comes.
Leaning on a pillar and thinking makes me feel more melancholy, a dream of spring is unclear."
"good!"
"Rise to the occasion!"
Poems are used instead of Cambodian words to write about lovers meeting together in a dream, finding it difficult to leave, feeling resentful and desolate, making people feel the same, like singing and weeping.
It seems that in the last round, the ultimate move will be used.
Xie Kangcheng snorted coldly.
"Don't be afraid that half a year old's music will be lost. An inch of separation from the intestines will cause thousands of knots."
It's hard to see each other, but it's easy to say goodbye, and the flowers in the jade building are like snow.
I miss you secretly and have nowhere to talk about it, and I feel melancholy in the misty moonlight at night.
Thinking about it now makes me feel so passionate that my sleeves are stained red with tears."
It turned out to be a poem! The beginning is straight to the point, describing the pain of lovesickness. Compared with Bai Chufeng’s deep boudoir resentment, Xie Kangcheng’s poem is more grand. It has a touch of family and country style, which can better show Xie Kangcheng’s “imperial surname”. Identity. No matter from which aspect, this one is better than Bai Chufeng's.
Someone stood up again.
"Even if you shed tears, your hard work will eventually show up. You have so many words that it's hard to express them but you have no words to express them. How can I not believe that I can't help myself when I'm in love? I'd like to ask you what you think!"
This song is also considered a rare masterpiece.
"The mountains are covered with red flowers, and the spring water of Shu River beats the mountain stream. The red flowers fade easily like a man's will, and the water flow is infinite like Nong's worry."
One after another, the quality is very high.
Then.
Only Liu Zheng was left alone.
Liu Zheng scratched his head, why did the atmosphere of the whole place change when it was his turn?
About love...
This is really too much.
Chen Ruoshi's autumn eyes looked at Liu Zheng again and again, with a hint of sarcasm on her lips.
This kind of thing that hangs around the land of fireworks all year round, how can it know what love is?
Liu Zheng suddenly looked at Chen Ruoshi and boldly looked at her.
Love?
In his previous life, he did have an ex-girlfriend, but unfortunately, she was just an ex-girlfriend.
Since you cheated me out of millions of dollars.
Let’s use you as material for now.
Liu Zheng smiled slightly, pacing and chanting softly.
"The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the distance between silver and gold is dark. When gold, wind, jade and dew meet, they will win, and there are countless people in the world."
"Tender love is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't bear to look at the Magpie Bridge on the way home. If our love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night?"
"ah!"
Chen Ruoshi covered her small mouth and looked in high spirits.
The others were also stunned for a moment, and then listened intoxicated.
"Red beans grow in the south. When spring comes, a few branches will bloom. I hope you will pick more of them. This is the most loved thing."
Bai Chufeng's expression changed rapidly.
"When you enter my lovesickness gate, you will know that my lovesickness is painful. Long lovesickness makes you remember each other, but short lovesickness makes you infinite. I had known that it would be such a thorn in the side of people's hearts. Why didn't we know each other in the first place?"
Xie Kangcheng looked frustrated.
However, after several glasses of wine, Liu Zheng couldn't stop at all.
He laughed:
"If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan with sadness? It is easy to change the heart of an old friend, but it is said that the heart of an old friend is easy to change.
Lishan's words are gone until midnight, and the tears and rain are still ringing without complaint. How can I be lucky enough to be a man in fine clothes, and I will wish for that day even if my wings are linked together!"
boom!
The whole place felt like it was struck by lightning.
Chen Ruoshi couldn't help but stood up. Looking at Liu Zheng's passionate eyes, she seemed to be in a dream...
"Think about time, remember time, time and spring come together.
Bless the east wind with wine and plant double red beans.
The crows crow and the willows outside the door gradually make people lose weight.
The shadows of flowers darken the window screens, and I am most afraid of dusk."
The whole audience was stunned. Someone immediately took out a pen and paper and started recording like crazy.
This person...
Chen Ruoshi's heart was shaken when she heard it.
"The rain hits the pear blossoms behind closed doors, forgetting your youth, and missing your youth.
Who cares about pleasure and enjoyment? One is ecstatic under the flowers, one is ecstatic under the moon.
The eyebrows are full of sorrow, and the sun is frowning, and there are thousands of cry marks, ten thousand cry marks.
I look at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk. I miss you when I walk and I miss you when I sit."
Thousands of people were numb.
The look in Liu Zheng's eyes at this time seemed to be looking at a monster.
"We may not see each other again in this life. Who will recognize another life from afar? There is a vague and lingering feeling.
How can I be nostalgic at that time? I know it is drifting, but it is drifting after all. Even if it is drifting, I feel dear to you!"
In the whole audience, people who were kneeling stood up one after another, shouting, and some even held one of the poems in their hands and cried bitterly, with tears streaming down their faces, as if this poem had exhausted the love of half a lifetime, and everyone had looked away from the cold window for ten years...
....
The poetry meeting was in chaos.
Thousands of people in various moods raised their glasses and cheered.
Liu Zheng looked around and recited poems, with a arrogant smile on his lips.
Who else?
Is there anyone else I can fight?
At this time, even Chen Ping looked at Liu Zheng blankly.