But seeing Yun Wanqing's pretty face, Gao Mingyuan went crazy again. He heard that the Lord of Lingyun City, Yun Tianchou, wanted to marry his daughter, so he rushed to Lingyun City in the past few days. Unexpectedly, what he saw was Yun Wanqing.
Wanqing and Zhu Dachang have such a loving scene, if they go to waste, anyone will be so angry that they want to go crazy.
It's not that Gao Mingyuan really likes Yun Wanqing as much as in his poems. He has a lofty ideal and believes that ordinary women are not worthy of him. Only the talented Yun Wanqing can match him, and they are classmates.
The thought of getting married to the Lord of Lingyun City.
"Stop crying, everyone is watching," Zhu Ziming stroked the tears on her face and said softly.
Yun Wanqing cried and laughed and said, "You didn't make me cry by writing poems.
Zhu Ziming looked at her coquettish appearance, pitiful yet sweet, and his heart was shaken. He couldn't help but want to kiss her. He chuckled and said, "I just felt it."
Why did we meet? Fortunately, we didn’t need a matchmaker. As the poem said, the two met by fate on Xianyun Lake. They didn’t rely on the words of a matchmaker, but it was fate. Yun Wanqing was shy and thought to herself, this is it.
Are you destined to meet each other thousands of miles away?
Zhu Ziming once again showed his domineering power, and everyone admired him. Even if it was not a poem about praising plum blossoms, it could not highlight the theme, but he could still express a different flavor. He was truly the first person in history.
Gao Mingyuan felt the admiration of everyone's eyes on "Zhu Dachang", gritted his teeth in jealousy, and clasped his fists: "I didn't expect that Brother Zhu still has some literary talent, but the poem you wrote is not a poem about plum blossoms, so you can't be considered a winner."
"Yes." This was said very euphemistically, but everyone already understood Gao Caizi's thoughts. He refused to accept the defeat and wanted to compete again!
Zhu Ziming said bluntly: "You mean you want to compete again?"
Without waiting for Gao Mingyuan's reply, Zhu Ziming continued: "No, writing poetry is purely for elegance. Why should it be serious?"
Zhu Ziming smiled mischievously, making Gao Mingyuan laugh so hard that he went crazy. He suppressed the anger in his heart and said: "If Brother Zhu is afraid, then forget it."
"Since Brother Gao wants to play, I will play with you." Zhu Ziming spoke lightly and looked like he completely looked down on you. Everyone watched and laughed. If others dare to say such big things, they will not be criticized.
He is dead, but Mr. Zhu is different. He is a world-famous talent and the first in the poetry club. It is already your honor to play with you! "Huh!" Gao Mingyuan snorted heavily,
Then he lowered his head, and after thinking hard for a while, his eyes lit up and he said:
"All the flowers are swaying and blooming alone, occupying the small garden with all the charm.
The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk.
The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, and the pink butterfly seems to know how to unite and cut off its soul.
Fortunately, we can have sex with each other by chanting slightly, and we don’t need gold bottles made of sandalwood.”
The first couplet starts with the sentence "Plum plums are not afraid of the severe cold, but stand smiling in the wind". The words "Zhong" and "Individual" are opposite each other, saying that there is only this flower in the world. How pure and noble this is. However, although the plum blossoms are of high quality, they are not proud.
It is only a small garden in the mountains, and it is actually a castle in the air. What a kind of "rich tranquility" and substantial beauty. This poem vividly portrays the plum blossoms, and its outstanding talent makes everyone admire it.
piece.
It is really rare that such a seven-character long poem can be written in detail. Everyone sighed in unison: "What a poem!"
The poem was so insightful that Yun Wanqing secretly praised it, but no matter how great he was, he could not compare to his elder brother Zhu. No one could compare to his elder brother Zhu's attainments in poetry!
Zhu Ziming clapped his hands and said: "Not bad, not bad, Comrade Xiao Gao, you have made very rapid progress and deserve praise."
What kind of name is Comrade Xiao Gao? Everyone was shocked when they heard it. Now Mr. Zhu still looks like an "adult", which really makes people dumbfounded. Especially Gao Mingyuan, who was just proud, is even more indignant. What the hell is this?
yes!
Gao Mingyuan's eyes showed a look of disdain: "I also asked Brother Zhu to do it."
"Since Brother Gao wants to hear poems about plum blossoms so much, I'll just write one," Zhu Ziming curled his lips and said.
Everyone was stunned for a random poem. If Zhu Ziming's poem was better than Gao Mingyuan's, wouldn't Gao Mingyuan be so angry that he would vomit blood? He could not beat any random poem.
Zhu Ziming glanced at the plum blossoms in the corner, thought for a while and said: "There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone.
I knew it wasn't snow from afar, because there was a faint fragrance.
When everyone was astonished by the artistic conception of the poem, what they felt was a "dark fragrance" colorless, but it gave the picture a crisp and crisp color. The clarity and crispness were intertwined, just like a hole shining in the snow, causing it to flicker and fade.
It is like a wisp of light smoke drifting forward, moving forward in waves, crossing the plum branches. There are only a few short poems here and there, but the pen and ink unfold the artistic conception layer by layer, and a few realistic strokes mention the infinite virtual scene, the plum blossoms.
The spirit is also expressed vividly and wonderfully!
"It's good to know it's not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance." Everyone muttered softly, and then they were speechless with emotion. It was impossible to say a bad word about this poem. It was so good.
The audience's intoxicated expressions proved that Zhu Ziming's poetry once again surpassed Gao Mingyuan!
This time, both of them were talking about plum blossoms. Gao Mingyuan lost and had nothing to say, but he was still unwilling to lose in his heart. He said with an unhappy face: "Brother Zhu, you were lucky enough to beat me today. I will come to visit you again someday."
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He wanted to express himself in front of Yun Wanqing, but lost at the hands of an unknown "Zhu Dachang". Gao Mingyuan was filled with resentment, but he didn't want to lose face in front of everyone, so he strode away.
Zhu Ziming looked at his figure, at the patches of plum blossoms, which were still standing proudly on the branches despite the howling cold wind. He thought that his fake son-in-law was still a fake, and he still had a long way to go, and the matter with Wanqing was even more complicated.
I have no clue, but I have overcome so many difficulties myself, so what does this mean? A trace of arrogance flashed in his eyes, and he said loudly: "The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold!"
The entire plum garden was silent again, and even Gao Mingyuan stopped walking away and froze on the spot! The sharp edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. Such a cautionary poem reveals the unchanging philosophy of life - a sword
The sharpness of plum blossoms and the incomparable fragrance of plum blossoms are obtained after a lot of hardships. Therefore, if a person wants to achieve success, he must be able to endure hardships, exercise more, and rely on his own efforts to win.
ps: Unfortunately, Laoxue has been shot (you know). He has been busy with his girlfriend's family these days and is preparing to get married. Brothers, you should pay attention. Take it easy.
I've been a little busy for the past few days, so please forgive me for the update (to be continued) "This text is provided by Qihang Qishen"..