Daweichun Chapter 280: Cold yarn wraps around the pillars to fall in love with Xuanfu, warm smoke wraps around the smoke to complain about the long twilight
Chapter 280: Cold yarn wraps around the pillars to fall in love with Xuanfu, warm smoke wraps around the smoke to complain about the long twilight
"Festival, beautiful women, fine wines, blue skirts, blue fans, blue windows..."
When hearing this, some people have already begun to wonder: It’s just a poem, how come there are so many things?
But Yang Shen didn't think it was enough. He pointed at the ladies next to him, looked at the moonlight that was about to disappear when the moon was setting on the west mountain, and said loudly: "The beautiful woman holds the jade jute in her bare hands, the south wind covers the moonlight with mist, summer night
It smells like flowers!"
Festivals, beautiful people, and fine wines.
Blue skirt, green fan, green window.
The beautiful woman holds the jade in her bare hand, and the south wind covers the moonlight with mist.
Summer nights are fragrant again.
After listening to what Yang Shen said, everyone raised their eyebrows: Just the title has become a poem, how long does the poem have to be to include so many things?
It must be more than ten or twenty sentences anyway...
Just when everyone was worried about Li Chengzhi, they heard Yang Shen say: "Wu Sheng, Shang Yun, Yin Zi, Qi Yan, Ba Lv!"
Li Chengzhi's eyes bulged sharply, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood: I will love your sister.
I thought what Yang Shen said was a couplet, and thought that was it. I was thinking of words to respond, but I didn’t expect that Yang Shen suddenly said such a sentence?
The so-called Wu rhyme means one rhyme to the end, which also means that every sentence must rhyme... This is easy to say. With Li Chengzhi's poetry reserve, it is not impossible to piece together a sentence here and there.
"Hidden words" can be said to mean that words such as "beautiful woman, beautiful woman, green skirt, light mist" mentioned by Yang Shen cannot appear in the poem, but these things must be reflected.
This is easy to handle. It's just a matter of changing the pronoun, which is not difficult for Li Chengzhi.
The difficulty lies in the remaining three points: Shang rhyme, seven characters, and eight rhymes.
Shang rhyme means "ang" must be pressed in every sentence, and Qiyan refers to seven characters in each sentence. Balu refers to three format requirements:
First, you can only make eight sentences.
Second, write down all the things mentioned by Yang Shen: festivals, beautiful women, fine wines, green skirts, green fans, green windows. Beautiful women, plain hands, jade nobles, warm wind, mist, moonlight. And summer nights and peace.
There are fourteen kinds of floral fragrance.
Third, the antithesis must be neat and tidy, and every sentence must contain duality.
That is to say, if there is sky in the previous sentence, there must be earth in the next sentence; if there is red in the previous sentence, there must be green in the next sentence...
Where can he copy this?
Seeing that the smile suddenly disappeared from his face, Gao Wenjun panicked: "General... General?"
"Don't rush..."
Li Chengzhi waved his hand and took a deep breath.
Copying is no longer possible.
The whole poem had to contain more than ten kinds of things, and every sentence had to have strong rhyme and parallels. He probably wouldn't be able to recall it all until dawn.
So either don't do it, reject it outright, or... make it up now.
Li Chengzhi gritted his teeth fiercely: He has memorized three hundred Tang poems, and he can compose them even if he doesn't know how to compose them... Are there more than three hundred poems memorized in his mind?
The so-called duality of work battles is nothing more than: sky versus earth, rain versus wind, continent versus sky. The thunder is faint, the fog is misty, the mountain flowers versus the sea trees, the red sun versus the sky...
Is it free for you to be the girlfriend of my doctorate in poetry?
Or is it that the ancient literature materials of those years were checked in vain, or that so many Chinese courseware were prepared in vain?
Li Chengzhi's eyes were cold and his mind was spinning rapidly...
After hearing Yang Shen's request, Guo Cunxin gave up without even thinking about it. It was impossible for him to do it anyway, at least not before dawn.
He turned to look at Guo Yuzhi again, and saw that Guo Yuzhi's face was black and green, and he was staring at Yang Shen closely, as if he was about to burst into flames.
Guo Cun's confidence tightened: It seems that my sister has given up too?
As for the brother-in-law who inherited "Poetry"...hehehe!
Not to mention Guo Cunxin and Guo Yuzhi, even Yang Shu found it difficult and difficult. He knew even more that Yang Shen made so many demands just to make things difficult for Li Chengzhi.
Rhymed poetry, also known as new-style poetry, was created by Shen Yue, a famous poet in Nanliang. It includes seven words, eight sentences, rhyme, couplets and other metrical requirements. It has only just emerged in Nanliang. Most of the people here are probably still unfamiliar with it.
I don’t know the specific meaning of these requirements.
The Li family in his ancestral home relied on the "Book of Songs" to pass down his family. Even if he could read it as a flower, it would not have these things. According to common sense, Li Chengzhi would definitely not be able to write it.
But seeing that he was silent, as if he was brewing, Yang Shu had some thoughts: Could it really be done?
Many people say that Li Chengzhi is a god of wisdom, and Yang Shu also doubts it. Otherwise, regardless of the rest, Li Chengzhi has never been out of Jingzhou, Dalian since he was a child. Where did he learn Nanci?
When he thought of this, Yang Shu started to look forward to it...
No matter how bad Xi Kangsheng was at poetry, he could see how difficult it was by looking at the looks on other people's faces. His face darkened, he pointed at Yang Shen who was whispering to Gao Meng and said, "Let him do it!"
Yang Shu sighed secretly.
Although this question is tricky and even more difficult, it can’t be called weird. I think Yangshen must have come prepared and was already on guard against this move...
Sure enough, before Yang Shu had time to open his mouth, he heard Yang Shen say again: "I heard that Li Cang Cao had Cao Zijian's talent and could write a poem in seven steps. Yang was very convinced. He also wrote a similar humble composition, but it was not enough.
It took seven moments... If Li Cangcao doesn't mind, could you give Yang some comments..."
Yang Shu's expression turned cold: It wasn't enough for this sheep to hit the left cheek deeply, but he actually forced Li Chengzhi to hit the right cheek as well?
Seven more quarters?
If you can do it in seven hours, I, Yang Yanrong, will worship you as my teacher.
He turned his head slightly and saw that Li Chengzhi's face seemed to turn green with anger.
Li Chengzhi finally understood why Gao Menghui wanted to use Zhang Jingmo as an introduction: You, Li Chengzhi, are so famous for your poems, but you can't even write a poem for your beloved concubine? Forget it, since you can't do it, then I will
Let me help you do it...
Not only did he want to humiliate himself in front of everyone, but he also wanted Gao Wenjun to see: With such a vision, you actually picked a fool?
It's so disgusting that your mother has opened the door to disgust. It's so disgusting that my women are taking your turn to judge you?
A surge of anger surged up in his head, and the good impression he had just had towards Gao Meng dissipated instantly. Li Chengzhi gritted his teeth: I don’t believe in evil yet?
This time I risked my life, my mind seemed to suddenly open up:
"Bi" cannot be seen in the poem. What about emerald, green, and lush green willows?
If you can't see the skirt, use the train; if you can't see the fan, use feathers...
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Isn’t this enough?
Hahaha...
Li Chengzhi suddenly stood up. Although he was angry in his heart, he had a smile on his face: "Yang Youcheng is too modest. The younger generation is too talented and shallow to dare to compare with Cao Zhi. At most, he only has one chance.
The younger generation dare not comment on Yang Youcheng's masterpiece, but if Yang Youcheng is short-handed, the younger generation may be able to do his best..."
Yang Shen's face changed, turning red and purple in an instant, as if stained with a layer of blood.
Li Chengzhi returned the sentence he just said intact: When I comment on your wife, I might be able to help...
Even if my lungs are so angry that they are about to burst, Yang Shen still can't get out of the attack.
In terms of age, he is thirty-four this year and is about the same size as Li Shixian. There is nothing wrong with Li Chengzhi calling himself a junior.
But it was this junior man who forced him into the corner: Li Chengzhi was clearly scolding him for bullying the younger and being shameless...
Gao Meng was immediately overjoyed: Li Chengzhi was so angry that he cursed, which meant that he couldn't do it anymore and became angry. He was about to say something to ridicule, but before he could open his mouth, he saw Li Chengzhi picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, and another sound
Qing drink: "Good wine..."
Everyone's eyes suddenly widened: Is this... about to begin?
Did Li Chengzhi really do it?
Although he is not pacing, are there seven breaths before and after?
The guests seemed to have encountered a strange scene, and they involuntarily pushed forward, fearing that they would miss the good opportunity to watch the excitement.
Li Chengzhi put down his wine glass and saw Zhang Jingmo fanning him with a green fan. When their eyes met, a blush rose on his pretty face.
I am so shy that I can't say a word in front of others. It's hard to express my deep feelings in front of others...
In an instant, Li Chengzhi's literary thoughts surged like a fountain, and his inspiration seemed to blow out. He pointed at Zhang Jingmo: "The emerald skirt gently swayed to complement the pretty girl, and the green feathers slightly waved to ward off the cool night..."
"What a poem!"
I just recited two sentences, and the praises were like thunder... It was really like thunder, the kind that shook people's eardrums and made them itchy.
Everyone looked angrily and realized it was Xi Kangsheng.
"Guard?"
Yang Shu's face was full of anger and he said in a hateful voice, "The most important thing to avoid when writing impromptu poetry is being disturbed..."
"Ah... haha?" Xi Kangsheng was not annoyed at all, and said with a smile, "I forgot about it on a whim... Well, is this poem by Li Chengzhi good?"
You didn’t even listen carefully to the co-author?
Yang Shu looked helpless: "It's only two sentences, so I can't tell. But it sounds pretty neat..."
"Haha... Just be neat!"
It is indeed very neat: the skirt replaces the train, the fan replaces the feathers, and the jade train matches the green feathers, and it is extremely rhyming.
Some good people have already begun to calculate for Li Chengzhi: "How many kinds have been written?"
"Blue skirt, beauty, green fan... there are three kinds..."
"It's a little less... That cool night refers to the summer night. There are clearly four kinds... no, five kinds, and it can also guide the wind..."
Yang Shen and Gao Meng were both stunned and looked at each other.
Who would have thought that it would be impossible for Li Chengzhi to do it so quickly?
"It's just two sentences about five things..." Gao Meng snorted coldly.
Already having a draft, even if there was a thunderstorm from the sky, it would not be able to affect Li Chengzhi. Hearing the sound of pouring wine from beside him, he turned around slightly.
Gao Wenjun holds a cup in one hand and a pot in the other. The wine flows down like a silver thread. The jade hand and the jade cup, the light of the wine and the moonlight complement each other.
With a flash of inspiration, Li Chengzhi chanted loudly: "The soft and soft catkins are holding the Yao glass, and the amber is shining with silver light."
Guo Cunxin clenched his fists in excitement, and said in a trembling voice: "Catkins versus plain hands, jade wine versus Yao wine, amber versus fine wine, moonlight versus silver light... nine kinds..."
Li Shixian looked at Li Chengzhi as if he were a god: "Is Xunzu possessed?"
Knowing that he was talking about Li Xun, the ancestor of the Li family in his ancestral home, Guo Yuzhi gritted his teeth and almost gave him a slap in the face: "I'm crazy, is this your son?"
Li Shixian was trembling with excitement: Nonsense, how could I still not know that this is my son?
The question is, why can my son speak in perfect sentences, but my grandpa can’t even think of half a sentence?
Li Chengzhi took the wine glass, looked at Gao Wenjun and Zhang Jingmo together, and smiled warmly: "The beautiful city congratulates Duanyang!"
Others only thought that Li Chengzhi paused because of the brewing, but Gao Wenjun and Zhang Jingmo knew that Qingcheng and Juese respectively referred to them.
Even Gao Wenjun's face turned red this time.
Li Chengzhi picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then raised his arms and pointed at the ladies with wild eyes: "The garden is full of beauties and enjoy the fragrance!"
Then he turned around again, pointing first to the screen window behind the willow tree, and then to the waning moon that had fallen halfway: "The cold gauze wraps around the pillars to fall in love with Xuanfu, and the warm smoke wraps around the twilight to complain about the long twilight!"
For a moment, the whole garden was silent.
Guo Cunxin held the pen barrel in his hand, but it was shaking so hard that he couldn't hold it steady, and the ink was scattered everywhere. As if he was afraid of forgetting, he kept saying:
The emerald skirt gently sways to complement the pretty girl, and the green feathers slightly sway to attract the coolness of the evening
The delicate and soft catkins hold the Yao goblet, and the gurgling amber shines with silver light.
The beautiful city celebrates the Dragon Boat Festival, and the garden is filled with beauty and fragrance.
The cold gauze wraps around the pillars to fall in love with Xuanzang, the warm smoke wraps around the smoke and resents the long twilight!
The Guo family is originally a family of Confucian scholars, and Guo Cunxin deserves the reputation of a talented scholar. No matter how stunning and beautiful Li Chengzhi's works are, he should not be so rude.
But only a few people, including him, know how rare this poem by Li Chengzhi is.
Regardless of how skilled the poem is, how gorgeous the words are, and how profound the artistic conception is, just how demanding the prerequisites are, how short the time is, and how deep the hidden meaning is. This is an absolute masterpiece.
The cold gauze wraps around the pillars to fall in love with Xuanzang, the warm smoke wraps around the smoke and resents the long twilight!
This is clearly telling Gao Meng: He likes both Gao Wenjun and Zhang Jingmo, and wants both...
Guo Yuzhi's eyes were shining with excitement, and he wanted to make peace with her and sing loudly, but when she heard the last two sentences, her body stiffened, as if she was frozen.
Each sentence implies a man and two women, and they are both love and resentment...
Like a broken branch, Guo Yuzhi twisted his neck forcefully and looked at Li Shixian in horror.
Li Shixian, like her, had a look of surprise on his face, clearly understanding the meaning of the last two lines of the poem.
What's the difference between writing this kind of poem on such an occasion and making it public to the world? I just can't react at the moment, but after thinking about it for a while, there are many people who can appreciate the profound meaning.
There is no turning back when the bow is drawn... What a Li Chengzhi, you are clearly trying to push me against the wall!
Guo Yuzhi's almond-shaped eyes widened with anger, his eyebrows stood upright, he pointed at Li Chengzhi and shouted: "You are such a traitor..."
Li Shixian's eyes widened, and he couldn't help admiring his son. He praised his son for being so quick-witted, talented at poetry, and even more courageous. But Li Chengzhi smoothed things over: "Madam, please calm down. Chengzhi may be referring to Wei."
Yu..."
"Li Huaide, are you so blind that you want to coax even the old man...even me?"
Guo Yuzhi forcibly suppressed the swear words and cursed angrily, "That traitor is just a fool. If he really wanted to be interested in Madam Wei, how could he let that girl get so close to him in full view of everyone? He was clearly still
Treat Wei Yu as a child..."
Seeing Guo Yuzhi's fingers squelching loudly, Li Shixian wisely closed his mouth.
Son, son, please wish yourself well...
Why wait until after the fact?
The more Yang Shu thought about those last two sentences, the more uncomfortable he felt.
Did Li Chengzhi just happen to make these two sentences in a moment of impatience, or did he do it intentionally?
If he did it intentionally, it must be Zhang Jingmo, so who is left?
Yang Shu took a closer look and his eyes focused.
Gao Wenjun and Zhang Jingmo sit side by side, looking as stunning as two twins.
But they are also ordinary pink faces and peach cheeks, and they are shy...
Yang Shu's eyelids twitched wildly: 90% of the time, Gao Wenjun had already secretly promised him after being rescued by Li Chengzhi, and Gao Meng clearly knew about it.
But Li Chengzhi was better. Not only did he blatantly demonstrate in front of Gao Meng with Zhang Jingmo, but he also said wildly: I am already married to these two, what can you do?
No wonder Gao Meng wanted to eat Li Chengzhi alive. If it were him, he would be able to draw a knife and fight Li Chengzhi immediately.
But this is so powerful?
His cousin, brother-in-law and uncle are the emperor?
The one you want to marry is his cousin...
Li Chengzhi is so brave, Gao Meng will definitely explode with anger. Once this poem comes out, will it add fuel to the fire?
But Li Chengzhi is too reckless. If he doesn't improve, what situation will you put Zhang Fengzhi in?
Thinking in his heart, he turned his head again, only to find that Zhang Jingzhi was drinking wine in the presence of the old god?
Yang Shu's eyes bulged wildly: So I knew it a long time ago...Zhang Fengzhi, you are such an old man...