Now that the five silks and jade talismans are unique to the Dragon Boat Festival, it doesn’t matter if they don’t have the theme of the Dragon Boat Festival.
This time Li Chengzhi thought for a longer time, almost ten breaths. It was not until he saw Wei Yu sweating slightly on his forehead and the faint fragrance of orchids coming from his hair that his eyes lit up.
Su Shi's "Huanxisha·Dragon Boat Festival"?
After only three or two breaths, he changed it slightly and chanted loudly:
Light sweat penetrates my red skin, and today I bathe in fragrant orchids during the Dragon Boat Festival. The fragrance fills the Jingchuan River.
The colorful thread is lightly wrapped around the ruby arm, and the small talisman hangs obliquely on the green cloud servant girl. The beautiful woman meets and falls in love.
The last sentence was originally "beautiful women meet each other for a thousand years", which means that a man's love for a woman will last forever. But it was not suitable to write to Wei Yu, so he changed it temporarily, so that the city was full of beauties celebrating together, which was exactly the same as the first half.
Que's "Manjing River" echoes.
Everyone didn't know how to praise or admire Li Chengzhi. Even Gao Meng seemed to be shocked, staring at Wei Yu in a daze.
Zhu skirt, five silks, jade charms, Dragon Boat Festival, Jingchuan River, and even Wei Yu's thin sweat through the clothes, and the light fragrance of orchid soup at noon.
This is clearly a current work, and there is absolutely nothing more suitable for the occasion than this...
Seeing the whole garden being quiet, Li Chengzhi thought to himself: Are you shocked now?
Just be shocked.
If we were to rank all the poets and lyricists who were good at describing beauties throughout the ages, Su Shi should be ranked in the top ten.
Ranking first is of course Cao Zhi. "Luo Shen Fu" can be said to be unprecedented and unprecedented. Otherwise, how could he be praised as "the world's talents are worth one stone, and Cao Zijian alone has eight fights"?
Everyone was reminiscing, even Gao Meng seemed to have calmed down, and Li Chengzhi calmly sat down.
As soon as he sat down, a pair of slender hands held a white lamp and gently placed it in front of him.
Their eyes met, and Zhang Jingmo's face had a faint pink blush.
Seeing that he was wearing a green dress, five strands of silk wrapped around his arms, and a jade fan swinging lightly, Li Chengzhi sighed slightly: If the poem just now is not changed, how appropriate would it be to give it to Zhang Jingmo?
He took the wine glass and said with a warm smile: "Do you remember the first time I met you?"
Zhang Jingmo nodded shyly, his eyes moving slightly.
It was mid-spring, a full moon night.
When my uncle invited the husband to a dinner party, he suddenly asked me to serve him. I had already guessed it at the time.
But who would have thought that Lang Jun was so passionate that he would treat himself as an equal with the eldest daughter Shi, who was a relative of the emperor?
Thinking of this, Zhang Jingmo's heart seemed to melt.
Li Chengzhi took a sip and slowly exhaled the smell of alcohol: "I'll compose one for you...well, it's just for you..."
"Ah?"
Zhang Jingmo screamed in surprise, his eyes filled with water.
Li Chengzhi thought about it for a moment and found a song that he thought was the most appropriate:
After the banquet, the Zhutai was locked up and the curtains were lowered after sobering up.
When the new year comes and spring comes, the fallen flower becomes independent, and the tiny swift swallows fly together.
I remember the first time we met in Beijing, I wore a white jacket, a light skirt, and plain clothes, and my eyes were cut with water, expressing my sorrow.
The bright moon was there at that time, and it illuminated the colorful clouds.
Guests:………………
As soon as he finished reading the poem, Zhang Jingmo's tears rolled down like beads on a curtain: "My husband treats my concubine with such kindness..."
Li Chengzhi waved his hand gently: "If you have to live a lifetime, how can you say whether you are kind or not?"
It would be better not to say it. Zhang Jingmo’s tears fell faster when he said this.
Li Shixian was so moved when he saw it: "I can say a lot of nicer things than this, but why is it never so touching?"
Guo Yuzhi raised his eyebrows: "Can you compose poetry?"
Are you embarrassed to say that he is the head of the Li family whose family is passed down by "Poetry"?
Not to mention writing, I can’t even copy!
As if he had been slapped in the face, Li Shixian's face turned red and his beard was trembling.
Guo Yuzhi ignored him and touched Guo Cunxin with his arm: "Stop writing..."
Guo Cunxin ignored it, his heart was racing like a sea, he was mumbling words, and his hand was writing furiously.
When I looked again, I saw that the place where I started writing was the poem that Li Chengzhi had just written for Zhang Jingmo. There were still a few pieces of paper on hand, and the ink was still wet. They were obviously the four poems that Li Chengzhi had written before.
My younger brother is already hopeless.
Guo Yuzhi sighed secretly, turned back and whispered a few words. Immediately, a girl stood up with a shy face and came to Guo Yuzhi's side.
Seeing his wife actually getting up, Li Shixian's eyelids jumped: "Where are you going, madam?"
“Where else can we go?”
Guo Yuzhi snorted coldly, "The traitor can do it for outsiders, why can't he do it for his cousin?"
After saying that, he glared at Li Shixian again and led Guo Huaishu Shiran towards Li Chengzhi.
Li Shixian frowned: Did Madam just want Li Chengzhi to compose a poem for Huaishu, as she said, or did she not give up?
But it’s impossible even if you think about it?
Don’t look at how old Zhang Jingmo and Gao Wenjun are, and how old Huaishu is?
Looking at Wei Yu again, a pig can see what this girl is thinking, why can't the son see it?
Forget it, let her go...
In fact, Guo Yuzhi had already given up. At this time, he really just wanted Li Chengzhi to make his cousin famous. In terms of appearance, Huai Shu is really no worse than Zhang Jingmo and Gao Wenjun.
Guo Yuzhi couldn't see that Li Chengzhi was determined to marry Gao Wenjun, and that's why everything happened tonight.
Whether you are crazy or you are writing a poem by counting your breaths, you are all preparing to become famous. Therefore, this poem will naturally not be just these few.
If you don't look at the traitor who is whispering to Gao Wenjun, I'm afraid the next one will come soon.
Looking at Zhang Jingmo, who was moved to tears and pear blossoms like rain, Guo Yuzhi couldn't help but snorted: Does this traitor really treat everyone equally?
She was really right...
There were two to three hundred guests in the garden, and most of their eyes were probably on the three of them. Even Gao Wenjun, who was as strong-willed as he was, couldn't stand it. His face was full of shyness, and he was evasive even when he spoke.
Li Chengzhi didn’t even dare to look at it.
Li Chengzhi was very surprised: "You are not even afraid of death, why are you afraid of this?"
"Can it be the same?"
Gao Wenjun was a little embarrassed and glanced at Li Chengzhi secretly, then looked at Gao Meng who was not far away, with a worried look on his face, "I am afraid that I will offend my cousin and harm my husband!"
"Don't worry!" Li Chengzhi smiled warmly, "It's just one more poem. Gao Jishi won't be annoyed."
Since he was not annoyed before, he will definitely not be annoyed again in the future... Li Chengzhi has already guessed that Gao Meng seems to have ulterior motives...
Seeing how confident Li Chengzhi was, Gao Wenjun suddenly gained more confidence and said with a shy smile: "Then thank you first!"
"Isn't this a big favor or a thank you, don't you think it's too much trouble?"
Li Chengzhi shook his head helplessly, looked at Gao Wenjun, and laughed loudly: "Listen carefully:
She has a peach face with thin make-up, but is slightly angry but looks like a dimple. She is full of tenderness, her ribbon is wrapped with gold thread, and her light skirt is transparent.
The brows are shy and the smiles are harmonious. You don’t often steal glances. What do you think?”
After reciting for a long time, he paused briefly and pointed to the lotus pond in the garden.
"In the warm night, when the stars are bright, a lotus blossoms. It shines on the front pond, swaying and incense-scented night, when Chanjuan looks in the mirror.
There are thousands of tears in the pistil and thousands of threads in the heart. Just like a light and graceful woman, so graceful."
Not to mention that all the guests were astonished, even Guo Yuzhi was full of surprise and astonishment: How could this traitor be possessed by Cao Zijian tonight? One beautiful poem after another, and so fast, all of them were shocked.
Don’t want to take a break?
To say that these are all his old works... is simply impossible.
Calculating carefully, it has only been four months since my son became wise. During these more than 100 days, he has either been busy quelling chaos or caring for the people. Even when he was inspired by the situation, most of what he did was like "drunk and burning the midnight oil."
"Looking at the Sword" and other poems about battles and killings, there is no time or opportunity to write such fragrant and colorful poems.
Furthermore, each of these songs is more appropriate to the occasion and more appropriate than the other. They are clearly improvised works...
Guo Yuzhi recalled what Li Shixian said to her when she returned from leading the army and mentioned Gao Wenjun:
"My son is as wise as Heaven, how can he not understand the meaning of 'Gu Luan's destiny'? If there is any obstacle, Chengzhi will naturally avoid evil and turn it into good luck..."
Wisdom is the same as given by heaven, can you avoid evil and turn it into good luck?
Guo Yuzhi's heart skipped a beat: Her husband was clearly hinting to himself...
Seeing her approaching, several women who dared not sit down had already stood up, ready to greet her.
But Guo Yuzhi seemed to be frozen, standing in the middle of the road in a daze. Li Chengzhi called her several times before she came back to her senses.
Now when I look at Gao Wenjun again, he seems much more pleasing to the eye?
Guo Yuzhi was rarely polite. He just smiled, greeted Guo Huaishu, and glared at Li Chengzhi coldly: "This is Huaishu, I'm afraid you can't remember it for a long time... My mother saw that you were very interested in poetry, so I gave it to her."
Make a song...well, don't fool me with something like 'Hua Xiangrong'..."
Not to mention that I also came to join in the fun, even "Hua Xiangrong" is not looked down upon? This is obviously not only appropriate, but also suitable for the occasion...
Li Chengzhi was scratching his head.
There are very few poems about women, like the ones written by Li Bai to Yang Yuhuan. After searching Tang poetry and Song lyrics, there are only a few in total. More than 80% of the remaining poems are about lovesickness or separation, including those written by Li Qingzhao. The remaining two
Chengquan is written for dancing girls and singing girls, and the lyrics are not only beautiful but also obscene.
If he dares to read it out word for word, his cousin will never get married.
Then we can only change...
Guo Cunxin is praised as "the most elegant person in Jingzhou", and there is a large replica of Guo Yuzhi here. Guo Huaishu is not ordinary beautiful.
Li Chengzhi is not exaggerating. If my cousin is two or three years older, her appearance will not be inferior to that of Zhang Jingmo and Gao Wenjun.
He looked at it carefully a few more times.
Guo Huaishu is wearing a pink dress, which looks like a flower of lily in bloom, with two colorful butterflies embroidered on the hem. She has a pearl flower on her head and light powder on her face. She may have bathed in orchid soup not long ago, and her body smells very fragrant.
Strong, with a hint of incense.
Although he is only thirteen, his shoulders are slender and his waist is slender, several times taller than that of Wei Yu...
Li Chengzhi thought about it for a moment and came up with an idea:
Double butterfly embroidered skirt, dragon lunch banquet, see you again.
The thin powder is not deep and even, and the thick flowers are light and springy.
Look carefully at all the good places, like pearls like jade, and willow waist.
It was already dusk in Mulan, and my clothes were scented when I came.
By the time she finished reciting the poem, Guo Huaishu's face was flushed and she was so shy. Her pair of wonderful eyes would peek at Li Chengzhi from time to time.
But Li Chengzhi was as blind as if he could not see.
Wei Yu was a little worried at first, but after taking a few glances, he felt relieved at first and then sour in his heart.
When Li Chengzhi looked at his cousin, he looked at himself as he usually did. He was clearly treating a child who had not grown up...
"Good poetry, good poetry..."
Guo Yuzhi was so dissatisfied, with a smile on her face. After laughing a few times, she looked at Li Chengzhi with deep meaning: "Although my son's poems are wonderful, the makeup is too thick. After returning home, he still has to write
Ask your father for advice..."
Everyone thought that Guo Yuzhi was mentioning Li Chengzhi, and felt that the gentleness in his poems was too strong, and it was inevitable that he would lose his sharpness.
Li Chengzhi did think so at first. But as soon as he was asked to ask Li Shixian for advice, he felt something was wrong.
Does the mother want her to ask her father for advice on how to compose poetry?
He was cursing, and when he accidentally glanced, Li Chengzhi saw that Guo Yuzhi's feet seemed to be nailed, and he neither walked nor sat. His eyes moved back and forth, looking at Gao Wenjun, Zhang Jingmo, and even Wei Yu and Guo Huaishu.
Looking back and forth, his eyes were filled with envy.
At the end, she turned her gaze to herself again, her face full of expectation, and Li Chengzhi suddenly realized something in his heart.
This is obviously because my father is not talented enough and cannot write poems. He cannot compose such good poems to make her happy like he did to Gao Wenjun and others. But he is very envious, so he wants to use himself as a gun...
Li Chengzhi suppressed his laughter and bowed his hands: "Don't worry, mother, when I return home tomorrow, my son will definitely ask his father for advice..."
If there are no poems, how can we give guidance?
Guo Yuzhi immediately knew that her son understood her unspoken intention, her eyes curved into two crescent moons with a smile, and she repeatedly praised: "Good, good, good..."
Just after seeing off Guo Yuzhi and his cousin, Li Chengzhi hadn't sat down yet when he felt the surroundings light up and heard many rustling sounds.
Many ladies and beauties stood up in unison. Some asked the maids to hold the candles, some asked them to carry the wine and food, and some were still carrying the tables. They all seemed to want to come to Li Chengzhi's side.<
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Li Chengzhi looked confused: Has his mother stirred up a hornet's nest? She thinks he is a poetry wholesaler?
I'm afraid there are hundreds or even hundreds of people who don't think so. If one person writes a poem, regardless of whether he remembers so much, even if he can write poems praising women, he will no longer be able to write poems praising women. Otherwise, he will be crowned "the beauty of the Northern Dynasties".
The hat of "Word Master"...
Li Chengzhi waved his hands in a panic and raised his head to the hall: "This is a festive day, and all officials are celebrating together. Above are the guards of Xi, Gao Jishi, Yanrong Gong and other high officials, and below are the county magistrates, subordinates and other seniors, and
When parents and uncles are in the hall, how dare the younger generation dare to overtake the guest and put the cart before the horse?"
Li Chengzhi was unwilling to force the head of an ox to drink water, so how could they pounce on it and force it?
All the ladies and ladies looked at Xi Kangsheng in the hall with disappointment on their faces.
Xi Kangsheng was amused. He pointed at Li Chengzhi and said with a smile: "If I can do it, I will compose another one. It will be considered worthy of the beauty!"
It's not impossible to just write one song, but for whom is it suitable?
Li Chengzhi hesitated.
It would be great if there was a poem describing the gathering of many beauties.
Li Chengzhi arched his head slightly: "Please allow me to think about it!"
As he spoke, he looked around a few more cases and looked around, hoping to find some inspiration and stimulate his memory.