This was the first feeling I had after hearing that the handsome guy with yellow hair from Yiheng Poetry Club proposed today’s poem topic as the first member of Yiheng Poetry Club. The thoughts of the demon clan in the Western Regions are different from those of the demon clan in the Central Plains.
The poems we often write are either seven-character poems or five-character poems, but the topic he proposed is sandwiched in the middle, with a novel structure.
This handsome guy with yellow hair is called Tov, and his name is quite strange. The question he gave is a pair from two people named "Zangjian" and "Tiance" from the human race.
The first poem: "How about waiting for my long hair to reach my waist, and the general returns? I am a gentleman with a carefree mind, but I don't expect the mountains and rivers to rustle. The sky suddenly breaks, and the snow falls at dusk. The old man is old. The cold sword silently listens to the thunder, and the long spear guards the empty trench alone."
Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield, blowing all over the painting all night long. Guests come from the south of the Yangtze River in the evening, and the ends of your hair are knotted with red ropes."
Tiance wrote back: "When your hair grows to your waist, I will return to the court in triumph. In the past, I was a young hero riding a horse freely. The sky in the East was beautiful, and the West Lake was misty. I held a gun and fought bloody battles in all directions. I vowed to protect the beauty of the mountains and rivers."
When I return from victory, I will spend a good night with you. I look forward to holding hands until we grow old together, and I am willing to share the same robe with you."
A few ordinary people responded and wrote two poems in reply, and Tov also collected a few poems and sent them out together.
One: "When your hair grows to your waist, I would like to return my light chariot to the court. The young man rides the horse to Chang'an Road, only with the six Tao in his chest. I don't know how beautiful the sunset is, but I can bear the arrogance of Hu Qi. How many times did Helan fly across, and the moon in the desert
I lowered my bow and sword. I listened to my husband’s tears when patrolling the camp at night, and noticed that the generals were missing their old robes. When the thrush came, my temples were covered with wind and frost.”
The second part: "How about waiting for your long hair to reach your waist and your return from childhood? The current dynasty is engraved on the Sansheng Stone, and Meng Po knows it in front of the stall. Green hair turns to white, and the loving days are also old. The most lovesickness is unbearable, and we compose a song together.
The strings of the drum are no longer blurred by dreams and tears, the cold wind is waning and the moon is dawning. A man fishing alone in a boat still misses the good old days."
The third: "When your hair reaches your waist, how about marrying me? The red makeup spreads across the ten-mile bridge, which makes the charming neighbors envious. The scenery in the north is beautiful, and the West Lake is misty. I don't want to be beautiful in the country, I just want to ride my horse and abandon the jade belt.
Wearing purple python robes, I will grow old together with you. Let’s raise glasses together at dusk and cast away our worries.”
Ordinary people all have their own ideas in replying to their letters, but Yiheng Poetry Club found it interesting and took this poem as the title for tonight to see who has a better reply.
But my interest still stopped at Toph's appearance.
I don’t know what else is wrong with the poor water and soil in the Western Region. It is said that not only the people there, but also the demons have yellowish fur, larger eyes, deeper eye sockets, and even thicker noses.
The third uncle said this at a family gathering, and I was deeply impressed. At that time, he kept looking at Liangya, especially his nose, as if to see if it was as upturned as he thought, but I shook my head and told him
, Liangya didn’t come from there, he became like this after being drugged. It’s strange to say that the beasts of the beast tribe who like to traffic in small beasts, for some unknown reason, like them and the monsters from the Western Regions very much.
Looks the same.
Because of what Third Uncle said, I wasn't surprised to see the handsome guy with yellow hair. Instead, I felt a little familiar.
After Toph's topic was finished, in view of his appearance, and remembering the imperial edict of the Demon King looking for a wife that I had just read during the day, I couldn't help but feel a twitch in my heart, a twitch in my mind, and I immediately came up with a poem: "Please wait for your Majesty."
With my hair reaching my waist, I decided to return to the court. Three thousand miles of clouds and moons, even if the mountains are high and the roads are far away! The demon emperor's holy order is here, and the evil spirit will never disappear. The dust is always accompanied by clear shadows, and the drunken bed is empty and I ask the cave flute. I don't know the sky.
Old red thread, why did you take the Magpie Bridge by mistake? Drink wine to the blue sky, dreaming of a good night for the Chinese Communist Party."
"Okay!" Most people cheered immediately.
After all, it is the first poem.
But out of the corner of my eye, which seemed slightly satisfied, I caught one or two suspicious or surprised glances. When I looked carefully, I saw those glances disappearing in the crowd.
I immediately returned to the sea of joy. Although this poem is a bit unkempt on the surface, if you have read the Demon Queen's recruitment order and the Demon Queen's marriage order, probably no one will think that I am talking nonsense.
Xiao Qi congratulated and said, Haha, Mr. Cong, look, he is the prince of the peerless demon king after all, so agile and talented! I am still pondering the artistic conception of the original poem in my mind, but you have already finished the finished product here.
Tov from the Yiheng Poetry Society over there was also very happy. While carefully punching my poem on the paper, he shouted, "It's so beautiful. I got another beautiful article recently. It seems that I will have one more poem on my wall."
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Hengxin also came up and congratulated me while smiling and said, Cong Shao has such a good poem! It seems that you are the first choice today! The Yiheng Poetry Club also prepared some small gifts today. They were originally going to send them, but just now
Young Master Cong brought out such a good prize as Yangchun Baixue, but I didn't dare to show it to show my shame. Now that Young Master Cong has taken the lead, it is no longer embarrassing to give out the gift from Yiheng Poetry Society.
It would be boring for me to take the Yangchun Baixue I gave as a prize. It would be best to receive a gift from Yiheng Poetry Society, and I happily accept it.
The servant took out the prize, and I looked at it. It was a luminous pearl as big as a fist.
I was about to thank Heng Xin and let Liang Ya take the gift when a talented man suddenly walked out from Yi Heng's side and said with a smile, "Masters, wait a minute. I have something unclear. There are two lines in the poem of Mr. Cong just now, "
What does the "Demon Emperor's Holy Order remain, and the demonic energy will never disappear" mean?
Broken. Only then did I wake up. How could the Demon Emperor’s decree be used to make fun of me? It’s hard to get rid of the evil spirit? The Demon Emperor’s marriage edict was only issued a few days ago, and everyone saw it, and it was used to compose poems.
Isn’t this contempt for the Demon Emperor’s Holy Order? Although I follow the crowd, the poem has some flavor of criticizing the conscription order and the marriage order, but judging the government is in the middle of the road, so I just use the Demon Emperor’s Holy Order to make fun of it.
Somewhat passed.
Good guy, my original intention was to say that for a person who falls in love with the Demon Emperor and his wife, her former lover will be sad, but I never thought about this issue deeply.
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Before the boy could finish his words, Xiao Qi interrupted with a calm look on his face. These two sentences are easy to explain. Our demon clan has been fighting against the demon clan for so many years. Who among the two clans doesn’t know who? For this reason
Who among the ancestors of the two tribes has never died? Every time the Demon Clan came to attack, Her Majesty the Demon Queen never issued a decree to recruit troops to fight? However, after years of war, did we win or did the Demon Clan win? Neither of us won!"
As long as the Demon King's Holy Order is here, the demonic energy will never disappear." This is a fact! Mr. Cong is right.
Everyone is nodding.
Xiao Qi continued, as for those below, so many people died and how many miserable couples were torn apart in the war. I don’t need to tell you. I won’t talk about the far ones, but the nearby ones. My uncle, second uncle, fifth uncle, and seventh uncle.
Uncle Du died on the battlefield fighting the demons. Everyone knows that my Shenhua clan was originally very thin. After these years of war, which family is not alone? Young Master Cong is also telling the truth.
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I often go to my uncle's house these years, and my aunt has been blinded by crying for many years! Although it is not impossible for us monsters to have a new pair of eyes, but do you know what my aunt said? She said, this is still possible
Okay. I can't see the sun and moon, and sometimes I can't tell whether I'm awake or asleep. Anyway, I can still see the shadow of my uncle in my heart, so I still have something to think about while living like this.
Our purpose of writing poetry is originally to have fun, but more importantly, it is to express our own feelings and thoughts! Not to mention that holding these emotions in the heart is not good for the body, can't people still say something about the world's affairs?
If our poetry is all hypocritical, then why are we all gathering here?
Xiao Qi was getting more and more excited as she talked, and everyone was getting more and more excited as they listened. Both parties were cheap, so Bai Gui's wine was served at the right time. Everyone raised their glasses, and the first glass was no longer a celebration party, but a celebration party.
I paid tribute to those ancestors who died in the war. In this way, the element of my teasing was diluted, and my heart dropped from my throat to the soles of my feet. It even made two crisp clanging sounds.