"When spring comes, the creek is full of green, and the fallen flowers follow the waves over the west side of the bridge.
The east wind does not understand the poet's intention, and sends the fallen petals flying like snow. "
The poem is elegant in its use of words, and the words "green all over the creek" and "flying snow" do have a sense of picture, but unfortunately the pattern is too small, and the whole poem is trapped in the melancholy of falling flowers and flowing water, without any ambition to govern the world. If it were put in the monthly examination of the county school, it would have received a comment of "elegant and graceful writing", but at the poetry meeting of the White Deer Academy, it seemed a bit underwhelming.
Soon, everyone clapped their hands. The "Princess" nodded slightly, indicating that she should serve wine.
Then, Yu Shang stopped in front of the middle-aged scholar who had just talked with Qi Che.
He stood up, stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Then I will join in the fun too—"
"The winding water surrounds the green moss, why wait for Penglai to drink wine?
When you are free, enjoy the spring breeze and don’t ask how many flowers will bloom tomorrow. "
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole room applauded.
The poem starts with a sense of openness, and the "winding water" breaks the gentleness of ordinary spring water, and the "why wait for Penglai" shows a free and easy mind. Compared with the previous works about the sadness of spring, it has more insight from the world.
At the head, the fingertips of the "Princess" holding the fan paused for a moment, and then she said, "Give me some wine!"
Immediately, a maid came forward holding a gilded wine jug. The scholar was flattered and bowed to her repeatedly.
Qi Che observed everything around him calmly. He noticed that when the princess gave the reward, she took a special look at the scholar. It seemed that the legitimate princess appreciated the free and unrestrained style of writing.
Soon, the wine cup continued to drift and this time stopped in front of a young scholar.
The man's face flushed with nervousness, and he stammered;
"Spring, spring water..."
He hesitated for a long time and couldn't even compose a complete poem.
"That...flows..."
Everyone couldn't help laughing, and the 'princess' covered her lips with her fan, with a hint of helplessness flashing in her beautiful eyes.
Finally, the wine cup spun around the bend in the stream and stopped steadily in front of Qi Che.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
