Chapter 315 This White Emperor really knows how to write poetry!
The plum blossoms are in full bloom in the Meiyuan Garden. The literati are surrounded by this sea of plum blossoms. For a moment, the fragrance hits their nostrils, and even the wind and snow are a little unconcerned.
Live broadcast.
Various camera angles show the grand scenery of Yimei Garden. This poetry competition was held in Yimei Garden. It already has the sponsorship of the scenic spot. After all, it is an opportunity that was won with great difficulty. Just like the Olympic Games in the previous life, Qinzhou is full of beautiful scenery. There is a rush to apply to hold this poetry competition every time. After the event is completed, the number of visitors to Yimei Garden will definitely be overwhelming!
But the snow is getting heavier.
The air is getting colder and colder. Although the plum blossom sea is charming, everyone can't be more elegant and warm. Everyone wants to go into the hall to escape the wind and snow.
Alley is here too.
Because of the lucky draw, Alei was the last one to come in. He was "sneezing" as he walked. After all, he had been snowed outside for five minutes, and even his hair was a little white. At this time, he was wrapping his clothes tightly and wanted to enter the hall. , but was stopped by a voice:
“Wait a minute!”
Alei almost thought he was hallucinating.
Isn't this the line I just used to stop Bai Di?
Who is teasing me? He turned around angrily and found that the person calling him was Yun Lan, the president of the Qinzhou Poetry Association.
“Everyone.”
Yun Lan stood in front of the hall, covering one of the doors, and then said with a smile: "Teacher A Lei's joking with Teacher Bai Di at the door just now gave me inspiration. This hall is warm and spacious. There is wine and snacks to enjoy inside, but this door is not so easy to enter. Before entering, each of you needs to recite a poem on the spot. Modern or ancient poetry is okay, but the content needs to be related to this situation and scene. After you have finished reading, You can enter only if you feel good, what do you think?"
This is the Poetry Club.
The Poetry Club is indeed not a formal competition. Strictly speaking, it is actually a high-end literary salon. However, everyone needs to accept different random tests. It is a bit like making friends through literature, but the competitive element is not that strong. After all, "the best in civil and military affairs is the first in martial arts." "Two", of course in the end some best players will be decided.
"good!"
No one has any opinion.
Because this test question is actually very simple. Today there is snow, plum blossoms, and all kinds of beautiful scenery. All you need to do is write a poem about snow or a poem about plum blossoms. This type of poem about scenery is the easiest, and many people don’t even need to be there. When it comes to creation, I usually have accumulated works. I can use them directly today, and I can also act cool and pretend that this is my creation on the spot. Wouldn’t it be nice?
“So everyone agrees.”
Seeing that everyone was in a happy mood, Yun Lan said with a smile: "Then whoever wants to enter should recite a poem first. There are four doors in this lobby. Teacher Zhao, Teacher Jiang and Teacher Huang each guard one door. There are many people in the area behind me. It’s green ant wine, and behind the other three teachers are realgar wine, Qiongfu wine, and Tusu wine. Whatever wine you want to drink today, just enter through which door.”
“How about I go ahead of you?”
Ji Quantai took a step forward and raised his hands to everyone, "I'm just greedy for the mellow smell of green ants."
Lin Zhibai's teeth ached for a while. This group of literati came to the poetry meeting, and they all spoke in an old-fashioned way. Even he seemed to be following the local customs. He didn't know if they talked like this in private, and whether they would occasionally say " Damn it”?
“Teacher Xiaoji, please!”
Many literati bowed their hands modestly.
Ji Quantai is young, so everyone calls him Teacher Xiao Ji.
Probably just like Zhou Tai calling Lin Zhibai "Lin Xiaoyou".
Ji Quantai walked up to Yun Lan and said with a smile: "The east wind follows the west wind, and the leaves of the trees are empty. The plum blossoms can't be blown away, but they still embrace the new red."
“Teacher Xiaoji is a great talent!”
As soon as this poem came out, the whole hall cheered, what a poem about plum blossoms!
Even Lin Zhibai nodded secretly, this person is very knowledgeable!
Zhou Tai said softly: "Ji Quantai is worthy of being the number one poet among the young generation in Qinzhou. His poetry level is even inferior to that of many seniors."
The first person in poetry of the young generation?
Lin Zhibai’s heart is like this. If he is the first poet in the young generation of Qinzhou, it would be strange if he does not have such a level of poetry.
“Did you just write this poem?”
Yun Lan looked at Ji Quantai in surprise.
Ji Quantai smiled and nodded and admitted, "I won't tell you, this is one of my best works. In today's poetry meeting, no one can stop me from showing off to the whole audience and becoming famous all over the world!"
“Please come in.”
Yun Lan stepped aside, and Ji Quantai once again raised his hands to everyone, then turned around and entered the lobby, standing out with a handsome and handsome look.
And this scene was naturally broadcast live.
Those literary fans were almost in an instant climax.
“Awesome!”
“Ji Quantai is too strong!”
“This poem is really good!”
“The key is to create it on the spot!”
“Isn’t this a hundred times better than Bai Di’s poem about counting snow?”
“There is no comparison between Bai Di and Ji Quantai, the leading figures of the young generation.”
“Bai Emperor, you can only bully Mr. Alei.”
See these comments.
Baidi fans were speechless.
“You’re getting into trouble, why don’t you compare yourself to Bai Di?”
“We didn’t say Ji Quantai’s poems were bad either!”
“You guys, won’t you be able to speak without Bai Di?”
“The first person in the young generation must be the first person!”
“Bai Di didn’t say that he was the number one person in the younger generation.”
…
on site.
More people came in one after another reciting poems.
Either those who praise snow or those who praise plum blossoms.
Na Arei had been outside for a long time, and now he was shivering from the cold. He hurriedly went over to recite a poem about plum blossoms, but everyone found it a bit boring.
“Repair it again!”
“It’s a bit rough!”
“Nothing new!”
“They are all words about wheels!”
“Of a hundred poems about plum blossoms, ninety-nine of them will be written like yours!”
Ale was helpless.
Continue to modify at the door.
Lin Zhibai was not in a hurry to enter. He quietly admired the plum blossoms and snow at the door. He did not forget to take a photo with his mobile phone and send it to the family group. Xiaohei: (picture) (picture) (picture)
Sister: "Wait a minute, aren't you at the poetry club? Why are you still here?"
Mom: “Write poems well!”
Dad: “Your mother and I are watching the live broadcast!”
Brother: "That poem just now was amazing, one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces!"
beside.
Zhou Tai said helplessly: "Why are you still in the mood to take pictures? Have you thought about what poem to read for a while? If you are too mediocre, you will be booed! These people don't like you and will be picky! And don't forget, You just used a poem about praising snow! Are you going to write a poem about praising plum blossoms this time?"
“I haven’t thought about it,” Lin Zhibai said.
"Then why don't you think about it quickly?" Zhou Tai was anxious for him.
“I mean, I haven’t thought about which one to use.” Lin Zhibai said with a smile.
"You win..." I don't know if Lin Zhibai's words are true or not, but Zhou Tai was shown off.
And a while later.
Literati came in one after another.
Seeing Lin Zhibai still standing at the door, some scholars inside laughed.
“Why didn’t he come in?”
“Maybe I can’t think of a good poem.”
“Isn’t the song at the door just awesome?”
“I guess the song at the door was not composed on the spot.”
“It should be a final work that has been prepared for a long time.”
"Then A Lei was really miserable, he hit Bai Di's only bullet, hahahahahahahaha."
“Of all the entrance poems, Ji Quantai’s should be the best, right?”
“That’s natural, but if you compare it with the poem Bai Di wrote outside Yimei Garden, well, it’s on par.”
These words are somewhat contrary to one's will.
But Ji Quantai’s song is indeed of extremely high quality.
Seeing that there were not many people left outside, Lin Zhibai turned to look at Zhou Tai and said, "Go in, what kind of drink do you want to drink?"
Zhou Tai said: "Green ant wine?"
"OK."
Lin Zhibai nodded and walked in the direction of Yun Lan. As a result, his movement instantly attracted the attention of everyone inside and outside the house, even the big guys guarding the other three doors.
“Read it.”
Yun Lan looked at Lin Zhibai with a smile: "In view of your previous performance, I will have higher requirements for you than others. If the quality of your work is not enough, don't even think about going in for a drink."
“Teacher Yun, you are not very kind.”
Zhou Tai, who was next to him, joked: "You can also tell the level of the poem about snow that Emperor Bai read at the door. This time, you should go in directly..."
“No, that one has already been used.”
Yun Lan refused to give in at all. She still stared at Lin Zhibai with a smile and said, "It's not easy for you to drink this glass of wine today."
"All right."
Lin Zhibai sniffed the aroma of wine in the air and suddenly said: "Green Ant New Fermented Wine..."
Yunlan was surprised.
Others are either Yongxue or Yongmei, even Ji Quantai, but Lin Zhibai doesn't follow common sense and starts with the sentiment of life!
It’s interesting!
Just because Lin Zhibai did not choose the simplest Yongxue or Yongmei, Yunlan was willing to take a high look.
Lin Zhibai looked at the literati behind Yun Lan who were cooking wine, and said, "Little red clay stove."
Inside the house.
The literati looked at the red stove in front of them, their expressions gradually changed, and even their voices gradually disappeared.
“It’s going to snow late in the evening…”
Lin Zhibai patted the few snow stains on his shoulder, then pointed to the hall and said in a brisk tone:
“Can I have a drink?”
Everyone in the hall opened their mouths!
The literati outside the hall stared wide-eyed!
Zhou Tai was even more excited, as if he was afraid that someone was too far away to hear him, he shook his head and repeated loudly:
“Green ants have newly fermented wine, and there is a small red clay stove. It’s getting snowy in the evening, can I have a drink?”
alright.
Even those who had not heard clearly just now were heard like thunder. Zhou Tai had a loud voice, like a small trumpet.
Finish reading.
Zhou Tai also praised while savoring it: "Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful! This poem is so wonderful! It can be called the best in the whole performance!"
Best in the game! ?
As soon as these four words came out, Ji Quantai's fists suddenly clenched!
And the teachers from the other three sects also quickly focused their attention on Lin Zhibai!
Yun Lan’s breathing was even more rapid!
Written now!
Green ant wine, a small red stove, the sky is like snow, you can drink a cup without it!
This is definitely written in real time, every sentence is perfectly staged, and the last sentence even makes fun of myself!
He was writing about this very moment!
What he writes is the present!
How can a hanging poem combine scenes so wonderfully? Shouldn’t this kind of poem be created over and over again?
Crash.
Yunlan was shocked!
Everyone was shocked!
The door is not an accident, this Bai Emperor really knows how to write poetry! —
ps: Ji Quantai's poem was adapted from Li Gongming's "Early Plum Blossoms". There is no way. Zubai doesn't have the level of creation, so he can only use this trick. Please understand, and the reason for the slow pace of this plot is because There are foreshadowings, such as snowing, drinking and poetry, etc. Without these foreshadowings, it would be a bit awkward for the protagonist to read poems directly. We agreed that this time we should adapt to the situation, and we cannot let ourselves go like the poem-copying section in the previous book.
(End of this chapter)