As Zhuang Zhou said, inspiration bursts forth and he will write more poems.
The atmosphere of the banquet was ignited again.
All the officials raised their glasses and drank to celebrate this rare happy moment.
And Zhuang Zhou was under everyone's gaze.
Enjoying his moment of glory:
"The crimson-capped rooster announces the dawn, and the court official presents the green cloud fur coat.
The palace gates of the Nine Heavens are opened, and people from all over the world dress in formal attire and pay homage to the emperor.
As the sun sets, the immortal's palm moves, and the incense smoke seems to float beside the dragon.
After the court session, I must cut the five-colored edict, and return to the Phoenix Pond with the sound of the pendant."
Without any preparation, Zhuang Zhou recited a poem.
This is Wang Wei describing the grandeur of the palace in Chang'an City and the grand occasion of worship.
It is a rare masterpiece depicting the prosperous Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty!
Li Er splashed ink with his brush and wrote in Feibai style again.
Wait until Li Er recites it again.
In the grand palace, all the civil and military officials cheered in unison:
“Good poem!”
"Great is the Tang Dynasty!"
Li Er was very happy, but he could see that Zhuang Zhou was not willing to give up!
It seems that he still needs to write poetry.
"Your Majesty, why not ask more people to copy the poems?"
"Why?"
Li Er was puzzled.
"Because I'm worried that I'll be reciting too fast and Your Majesty won't be able to finish writing it all by himself."
“Haha~~~”
Li Er laughed wildly and did not feel offended by Zhuang Zhou's words.
Instead, there is more appreciation.
Afterwards, he ordered famous calligraphers in the court such as Ouyang Xun, Yu Shinan, and Chu Suiliang to put pen to paper and write.
"My past filthiness is nothing to boast about, but today my wanton thoughts know no bounds.
The spring breeze is blowing, and the horses gallop. In one day, I can see all the flowers... Chang! An!
This is what Meng Jiao expressed directly after passing the imperial examination.
The ministers were silent, immersed in the poetic mood.
Following one classic poem after another, reciting casually:
"The avenues of Chang'an are connected by narrow slopes, and the carriages with green oxen, white horses and seven fragrant carriages..."
——This is Lu Zhaolin describing the avenues and carriages of Chang'an City.
"In the mansion of a wealthy family, singing bells can be heard day and night..."
——This is Zhang Ji visiting Chang’an Night Market.
"Looking back at Chang'an, I see piles of embroidery, and on the mountaintops, thousands of doors open one after another."
——This is Du Mu describing the scenery and using the past to satirize the present.
"After the snow, Chang'an seems like spring has returned, and the accumulated white snow is condensed into the morning light."
——This is Wen Tingyun enjoying the snow.
"The fragrance of incense permeates Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armor."
——This is the poem Huang Chao wrote about chrysanthemums after he failed the imperial examination.
"The moon shines through Chang'an, and the sound of clothes pounding can be heard from thousands of households..."
——This is Li Bai’s night out.
"Hundreds of thousands of houses resemble a Go board, and the twelve streets resemble vegetable plots."
——This is Bai Juyi climbing the city wall.
“…”
“…”
More than a dozen poems have been recited!
For a while.
Inside the hall, the fragrance of ink and the rhythm of poetry are intertwined.
It forms a wonderful picture.
Li Er's Feibai style also left a strong mark in this painting.
But at this time, apart from Li Er, many other people took the initiative to join in copying poems.
But Zhuang Zhou obviously had no intention of stopping:
"The nine cities of Chang'an, the five marquisates of the Qili. Ending in Pingle, hunting in Weicheng..."
——This is Huangfu Ran hunting.
"The rain and dew are fresh in front of Hua'e Tower, and the people of Chang'an are at peace."
——This is Zhang Shuo visiting Hua'e Tower.
"Recalling yesterday when snowflakes fell in Chang'an, catkins flew across every door and window."
——This is Zeng Di enjoying the snow.
“…”
“…”
"On March 3rd, the weather is fresh, and there are many beautiful women along the waterside of Chang'an..."
"The star bridge and the flaming trees, a night in Chang'an, thousands of red lotus flowers bloom..."
"The moon in Chang'an is as bright as a silk thread, and every family is holding needles and threads this night..."
"Nine-day pavilions reach the height of the clouds, and weeping willows fill the embankment with green..."
“…”
“…”
For a long, long time.
Zhuang Zhou finally let out a long breath:
"That's all for tonight!"
As Zhuang Zhou's chanting fell.
The entire banquet fell into silence.
All the officials stared at Zhuang Zhou blankly, having already been shocked by his poetry.
Li Er also didn't speak for a long time.
At this time, I only felt soreness in my wrist.
Everyone was still immersed in Zhuang Zhou's poems, and the poetic sentiment in their hearts had not yet dissipated.
Tonight, the poems that Zhuang Zhou recited all described the prosperous scenery of Chang'an City.
Li Er put down the pen in his hand and looked at the poems all over the hall, his eyes flashing with appreciation and admiration.
With such talent, he must be from Xianque!
"Zhuang Zhou, your poetry is truly breathtaking.
I have really opened my eyes today."
Li Er praised sincerely.
Zhuang Zhou smiled slightly and responded modestly:
"Your Majesty, you are too kind. I was simply expressing my thoughts through poetry."
Humility seems to be a fine virtue passed down by this nation.
Even if you have the capital to be proud, only humility can make people feel comfortable.
This is a cultural attribute.
So Zhuang Zhou is talented and humble.
Naturally, he won the respect of civil and military officials.
All the officials also came forward to express their respect and admiration to Zhuang Zhou.
It is a blessing in my life to be able to listen to so many classic poems today.
The atmosphere of the banquet was ignited again, and all the officials raised their glasses and drank to celebrate this rare happy moment.
And at this time in Chang'an City.
The stars are shining and the moonlight is like water.
In this grand palace, Zhuang Zhou's poems seemed to turn into streams of clear springs, flowing into everyone's heart.
They nourish their souls with words and depict the prosperous scenes of the Tang Dynasty.
It's late at night.
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