Composing poems or lyrics was extremely attractive to literati in the Song Dynasty. Good poetry could not only win praise from the world, but also serve as a stepping stone to enter an official career.
How many women in the boudoir shed tears because of a beautiful poem, and how many literati have praised it for hundreds or even thousands of years because of a poem.
Even the most ruthless prostitute is willing to fall in love with a bad old man because of poetry...
Dou Cha Ling is an impromptu poem or lyrics. The word "improvisation" should not be underestimated. Not everyone has Cao Zhi's ability to compose a poem in seven steps. It not only needs to rhyme, but also needs to echo the current situation.
Wang Wen randomly selected the word "summer" as the title of the tea ceremony. There were so many poems related to summer that Ye An was able to pick out a few at random, and the styles of each poem were different.
This was an unfair contest, so Ye An felt that there was nothing to be proud of, so he sat on the seat and gently tasted the tranquility of Longtuan tea.
The tea was very good, at least Ye An felt that it was difficult to buy such tea in his previous life, and even if he could buy it, he would not bear the high price.
One sip of the fragrant tea actually gave a sensation similar to that of fine wine. Ye An couldn't help but drink a pot and then realized that the face of the old man next to him had turned green.
As for the old servant, he smiled and said nothing. Although he didn't talk much, Ye An always felt that his identity should not be as simple as that of a servant. No one from a wealthy family is simple.
From the beginning to the end, the old man's eyes were scanning him like a radar. No matter what he did, Ye An could always feel that his peripheral vision was actually on him.
Ye An has never thought of looking down on the ancients. In fact, there is no difference between the wisdom of the ancients and those of later generations. The only difference is that they receive less gifts from their ancestors than later generations.
The reason why the development of later generations has advanced by leaps and bounds is because of thousands of years of accumulation and the continuous support of our ancestors.
It is not difficult to forge ahead based on the experience of our predecessors. What is rare is to create on the barrenness of civilization.
The same is true for poetry...Poetry has appeared as early as ancient times. A song "Song for Attacking the Soil" embodies the simplest and most sincere wishes of farmers in Chinese civilization.
"I work when the sun rises, and rest when the sun sets. I dig wells and drink, and plow the fields and eat. What do I have from the imperial power?"
Tea is something that can make people excited when put into their stomachs. Ye An is completely sleepless now, and his head is full of wild ideas. Ever since he set up a stall in the night market, he has basically adjusted his biological clock.
"The sound of the chime has no good cause, so why not relax the long trumpet and forget your worries. The light strips of the wheat ridges are feathered together, and the spring and winter are warm and green."
Wang Wen, who had been thinking for a long time, finally came up with his words. After hearing this, Ye An clapped his hands and said: "The master of the house has a good artistic conception. There is not a single word "summer" in the whole poem, but summer is hidden between the lines. What a good poem..."
Ye An's stingy praise really made Wang Wen blush. He covered his face with his big sleeves and said, "My little friend, I praised you so much. It was just a last minute idea. I really couldn't think of a good poem, so I used this as a trick..."
"Throughout the ages, how many people have written a poem in seven steps? The county magistrate should be proud of himself if he has such talent!"
Wang Wen still smiled shyly, waved his hand to Ye An and said, "It's your turn, little friend!"
Ye An nodded and glanced at the old servant. Just after Wang Wen wrote the poem, the old servant actually showed a look of dissatisfaction. It was obvious that Wang Wen's poems had not caught his eyes.
But the question is, what right does a veteran like you have to treat the county magistrate like this?
Ye An was not concerned about this, but picked up the cold dish made of lotus roots just fished out from the small pond, beat the edge of the dish and chanted: "The wind in the willow garden is calm, people sleep in the day, and people who sleep in the day are calm in the wind in the garden of willows. Fragrant sweat and thin clothes are cool."
, The cool shirt is thin and fragrant with sweat. The hands are red and the lotus root is in the ice bowl. The lotus root is in the ice bowl and the hands are red. The man laughs at the long lotus root silk, the long silk lotus root laughs at the man."
This is a palindrome. The next sentence is read backwards from the previous sentence. It is more difficult. It matches the situation and the object. The scenery is beautiful and the meaning of the poem is even more beautiful.
After Ye An sang "Bodhisattva Man", there was no sound in the small pavilion, which also made Ye An, who was somewhat prepared, uneasy.
The tea cup in the old Taoist hand fell to the ground and wet his front, and he said in a loud voice: "Fill in the lyrics... You kid actually filled in the lyrics in just half a quarter of an hour... This..."
"A palindrome! It's actually a palindrome! Mr. Guanmiao has accepted a peerless talent. Wen Ping congratulates him."
Wang Wen's congratulations were sincere, but his expression was full of loneliness. He had been immersed in poetry for so many years, but he didn't know that his ability was not as good as that of a junior. What an irony!
It is a well-known fact that writing lyrics is more difficult than writing poetry. It is even more difficult for Ye An to write a palindrome with wonderful artistic conception in such a short time.
Wang Wen believed that he could not do it, and that most literati could not do it. He was envious of Ye An's talent for writing lyrics.
Talent is something that cannot be compared. Some people can't reach heights in writing lyrics and poetry in their lifetime, but in the hands of others, they can be as easy as playing with mud.
Ye An touched his nose inexplicably. He didn't expect that just his first words would have such a big impact on Wang Wen. He looked at Wang Wen's frustrated look and the old servant next to him who hated the iron.
, looking at this cramped official office, Ye An understood why he had such a big blow to Wang Wen.
After pouring a cup of tea for Wang Wen, Ye An said with a smile: "Are you upset because of what you have learned over the years? But you are aggrieved because you were born in a famous family and ended up in Yangcheng County? But because of the small Yangcheng County
Can't you feel depressed because the county magistrate shows his ambition?"
The face of the always respectful old servant beside him changed, and his eyes looked at Ye An full of disgust. For so many years, Sanlang has been in charge of Yangcheng County without any fault, but he was not promoted. Everyone knows the reason, why do you need to say this?
Wang Wen's face turned red and ugly after what Ye An said. Anger was brewing in his heart. His trembling fists could tell everything, but in the end he just sighed and said helplessly: "My little friend is very good at penetrating people's hearts."
Ye An ignored the old servant's eyes, and ignored the old Taoist's stinky feet that kept dancing under the table. He looked at Wang Wen and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, your poems are no more than trivial. Ye An has no talent for poetry and lyrics.
It's just a secret passed down by the elders. As long as you master this secret, even a child with a yellow mouth can write lyrics."
Ye An's words were a bit loud. Not only Wang Wen didn't believe it, but even the old Taoist rolled his eyes in anger. If writing lyrics could be so simple, wouldn't everyone in the world be able to write lyrics and compose music?
So Ye An distinguished the tone and intonation on the spot, listed the formulas commonly used in later lyrics and poetry software, and started writing lyrics and poems on the spot.
Simple and rhyming verses appeared before everyone's eyes like flowing water. The words were slightly more complicated, but they were inseparable from the rules.
Wang Wen and the old servants all had their eyes widened and were speechless, but the old Taoist next to him had a real expression. He was watching Ye An's "performance"...
Reaching out to touch the tea on the table, Ye An smiled and said, "How about it? Now the county magistrate can write lyrics at will, right?"
Wang Wen waved his hands and smiled bitterly: "What fun is there in poetry then? The decline of literature is imminent. Your elders must have told you that the key points must not be leaked. Now for Wang Wen, I let you break the rules. It's a sin! It's a sin.
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Ye An was stunned on the spot. He always felt that gentlemen were a bit silly, just like Mr. Dong Heng, but he did not expect that a gentleman would sometimes move him.
Even at this time, Wang Wen could still think about himself. His magnanimity and magnanimity could not be compared with his own. He only thought about how to use others. For a moment, Ye An felt that his face was swollen and hot.