Zhuang Zhou quickly wrote (copied) a poem.
"Ma San, put this poem in the basket."
"Oh well."
Ma San can read and do arithmetic, but he doesn't know how to compose poetry.
But in his opinion, this thing needs time to be brewed before it can become a masterpiece.
However.
Just now.
He saw Mr. Zhuang holding the brush and writing a poem with great swiftness.
Although the handwriting is terrible.
But it can’t withstand the fast speed!
I’m afraid that if I don’t write quickly, I won’t be able to remember what comes next!
Is it possible that inspiration comes so suddenly?
As for Fat Tiger and Skinny Monkey.
He can't even write his own name.
So in their opinion, they admire cultural people like Mr. Zhuang even more.
Mr. Zhuang is not only handsome, but also young and rich.
The key is... he still has talent.
I saw that someone had already put the poem into the basket.
The literati and poets were even more excited.
Or rather, the pressure is greater.
"How could someone come up with one so quickly?!"
"If you do it quickly, you'll die quickly too. There's nothing much to say."
"Okay, stop talking. I just thought of something else. It's brilliant!"
“…”
Zhuang Zhou was already drinking tea again.
I just looked at all the poets, frowning and racking their brains to think.
It’s really hard for you!
"Boss Zhuang, would Miss Hongyu appreciate the poem you just wrote?"
Ma San asked with some concern at this time.
Zhuang Zhou pondered for a moment and said:
"If this girl is really talented, she will definitely be worthy of your attention."
That's true.
Only those who understand good works can appreciate their value.
Even if you hand a draft of the mass-energy equation to a layman,
He'd probably just use it to wipe his butt.
Time passes quietly.
Soon, people began to put their poems into the basket.
Then everyone drank tea and chatted with full confidence.
Waiting for Miss Hongyu's favor.
Let’s go to Wushan together for sex.
Soon, those who could write poems had handed in their papers.
Next, we have to wait for Miss Hongyu to mark the papers.
When the maid appeared in the attic again, there was a sudden commotion in the lobby.
"Gentlemen, this poem was written by a certain Mr. Lin. Please listen..."
Then the maid read aloud the poem in her hand.
There was another commotion off the court.
"This poem is undoubtedly a masterpiece. No wonder it caught Miss Hongyu's eye. It's so rare."
After listening to it, Zhuang Zhou also thought that the poem was good.
It is said that even the great writers of ancient times did not write their poems in one go.
He also has to pay attention to rhyme and level and oblique tones.
And this rhyme is the simplest.
The difficulty lies in the level and oblique tones.
Therefore, when writing poetry, people often pay attention to every word.
Consider each sentence and word carefully.
It was modified slowly.
If a poem only pays attention to rhyme and not to tone.
This is what later generations called lyrics.
Especially modern pop music, the only thing that matters is that it is smooth and catchy.
Add a little rhyme and it can be considered a good lyric.
But modern people have lost this cultural heritage and now only use rhyme to evaluate the quality of a poem.
The maid recited three poems about separation in succession.
Every song seems to be remarkable.
But each song seems to be missing something.
Just when everyone was having trouble deciding who would be the top of the list.
Then the maidservant spoke again:
"The young lady has also chosen a poem, the title of which is 'Yu Lin Ling'. Everyone, please listen!"
When everyone in the hall heard that it was actually a poem, they no longer had much interest.
The so-called Tang poetry and Song lyrics does not mean that there was only poetry but no lyrics in the Tang Dynasty.
The term "Ci" actually originated in the Tang Dynasty.
It only became popular during the Song Dynasty and reached its peak.
The Tang Dynasty was precisely the peak of the development of poetry.
That’s why there is the saying of Tang poetry and Song lyrics.
They were considered two insurmountable peaks in ancient times.
"For such a solemn occasion, there are actually people writing lyrics?"
"Yeah! There really are people who are not afraid of death."
"But why would Miss Hongyu like this poem?"
"Just listen!"
“…”
As everyone was discussing, they heard the attic maid read out:
"The cicadas are chirping in the cold winter, it's late at the long pavilion, and the sudden rain has just stopped.
I have no mood to drink in the capital, and the orchid boat is urging me to leave.
We held hands and looked into each other's tears, but were speechless and choked with emotion.
Thinking of the past, there are thousands of miles of smoke and waves, and the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
People who are sentimental have always been sad about separation, and it is even more unbearable to be left alone in the cold and lonely autumn festival!
Where will I go when I wake up from my drunken stupor tonight?
Willow bank, morning breeze and waning moon.
After so many years, the good times and beautiful scenery are all gone.
Even if there are thousands of kinds of emotions, who can I tell them to?
Just read one word!
The whole audience was silent.
a long time.
A middle-aged man suddenly stood up and slammed the table:
"good!"
This sudden slap actually scared the person next to him.
"This poem is truly a masterpiece of the sorrow of parting!"
"The most memorable line is 'Even with a thousand different kinds of emotions, who can I tell them to?'"
"Wonderful! Wonderful!"
As soon as the middle-aged man opened his mouth, many people followed suit.
Although these people all take pride in writing poetry.
Few people write lyrics.
Even if there is any, it is just graffiti.
But no one disagreed with the song "Yu Lin Ling" just now.
The atmosphere was immediately pushed to a climax.
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