Swallows are busy building nests with wet mud in their beaks, and pairs of mandarin ducks are sleeping on the warm sand.

What a beautiful spring scenery! It is truly a painting in poetry and a poem in painting.

Master Zhuang is indeed a great talent!"

Another official said:

"The language of this poem is fresh, natural and fluent, the parallelism is neat, and the rhythm is well-balanced. It is easy to read and is truly a rare masterpiece!"

Zhuang Zhou smiled slightly and thought to himself:

Hehe, the masterpiece of Mr. Du Fu is naturally extraordinary.

But this poem is indeed very appropriate.

After all, today is the Spring Banquet.

This poem is also the only poem by Du Fu describing spring that Zhuang Zhou remembers.

Zhuang Zhou really doesn’t remember anything else.

After all, most of Du Fu's poems are about his concern for the country and the people, and reflect social reality.

But today, Zhuang Zhou wants to pretend to be a fairy boy.

Naturally, there must be some fairy-like poetry.

After all, being able to create such a masterpiece is enough to prove Zhuang Zhou's talent.

"good!"

Li Er had already finished writing by this time, in a flying white style with a hint of drunkenness.

There was a glint of admiration in his eyes.

He loves poetry, so how could he not understand the beauty of this poem?

On the surface, it is a chant about the warm spring scenery and the flourishing of all things.

But if you think about it carefully, isn't this depicting the bright and harmonious spring scenery of the Tang Dynasty?

"This poem is fresh and unconventional. It is truly a good poem!"

Li Er was naturally overjoyed, and then turned to Kong Yingda and whispered:

"I wonder what Mr. Kong thinks of this poem?"

“It’s a good poem indeed!”

Kong Yingda also showed a look of approval:

"A poet's idea comes before his pen. This poem, with only twenty words and no elaborate rhetoric, captures the beauty of the landscape.

Mr. Zhuang's poem has the style of a great poet."

Li Er nodded and smiled, then said in public:

"Zhuang Zhou, the poem you wrote today really touched my heart.

You may choose any three of the precious antiques, calligraphy, and paintings in my collection as your prize."

"ah?"

Zhuang Zhou was overjoyed when he heard this.

Three antiques, calligraphy and paintings, this is a huge fortune!

"Your Majesty, are you telling the truth?"

Zhuang Zhou's eyes sparkled with excitement, and he could hardly believe his ears.

Li Er looked at him, his mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a satisfied smile:

"Your Majesty, you are not joking. I will certainly keep my word.

I will also give you this painting as a reward!"

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Zhou was immediately overjoyed and quickly bowed to express his gratitude.

Then, amidst the envious and jealous gazes of the crowd, he spoke again:

"Your Majesty, I suddenly have the inspiration to compose poetry again.

Why not let me write a few dozen more?

Let’s go choose together later!”

Li Er: “???”

Dozens of songs?

etc.

Why did Li Er suddenly have a bad feeling!

This guy, could it be that he can come up with a masterpiece just by speaking?