Zheng Xiaowen saw that Yang Yilin didn't answer, and he was still there to pounce and pounce and didn't know what to say. She was a little anxious, and said in her heart: Your age is so young, you look like a little old man! She thought to herself, and without thinking about it, she said the word 'old' again: "What are you doing Lao Yang? I have already said that you should listen carefully, don't interfere with my train of thought!"

Zheng Xiaowen saw that Yang Yilin smiled at her again, and nodded to her, her hurry was down, and she was not awkward, she immediately put on a posture and recited seriously:

Good scenery in April, peony out of the boudoir.

Walk briskly and lightly, with plain clothes and heavy makeup.

Looking back at the country and smiling, the jade skin is fragrant.

She is beautiful and graceful, graceful and handsome.

Bow your head to think of the rain and dew, raise your eyes and smile at the rising sun.

The depreciation has been forgotten, and the proud soul is hidden in the body.

The heart is wide and melancholy, and strives to show brilliance.

The world is hot and cold, and I never feel at ease, I just hope that the world will grow in three springs.

After Zheng Xiaowen finished reciting, she smiled slightly and said: "Peony's appearance and experience were originally what I looked like in my poems and lyrics, but I praised her again, Yilin, you say, how good is my praise of Peony?"

Yang Yilin has been watching and listening, and Zheng Xiaowen has recited the lyrics. When he heard Zheng Xiaowen ask him, he quickly came back to his senses and applauded and said happily: "You praise it so well, what an image! Good poetry! Good lyrics! Great, the level of your praise is not ordinarily high, it is really high!"

"That's it, you still haven't written with a pen, just improvised recitation, just recited so well, if you take a pen to write it, and then polish it, and then you recite it, the United States at that time is good, it must be ten times higher than the level at this time!"

Zheng Xiaowen heard this, but did not reply, her face was a little gloomy, and she said in her heart: You are not a little poor!

In fact, Yang Yilin's talent for Zheng Xiaowen is really more appreciated in his heart. It's just that he used all the words of praise that Zheng Xiaowen could use before, but now, he didn't come up with more suitable words to praise her at once.

Yang Yilin was in his heart at this moment, except for his love and admiration, other words of praise, at this time he didn't think of anything, so he casually said this series of plain, happy, and praise words.

After Yang Yilin finished speaking, he looked at Zheng Xiaowen affectionately, and looked at Zheng Xiaowen without blinking, and suddenly, he had an idea in his inspiration, and as soon as this idea turned around, he also came to Shixing.

Yang Yilin said to Zheng Xiaowen: "Xiaowen, you made peony poems and peony lyrics, guess what I came up with in my mind? cough, let me tell you, I also took peony as the theme, and thought of a seven-character quatrain, I will recite it to you now, you pay attention to it, taste it, and see how the poem I made." ”

Zheng Xiaowen was happy now, and forgot what she said, 'old and poor', she immediately applauded and said: "Wow, wow, you chant quickly, I'll listen!"

Yang Yilin pretended to put on a posture and cleared his throat, and he said solemnly:

Peony

Light small steps with spring return, beautiful face heavy makeup show plain clothes.

The jade body is fragrant and smiles shyly, and the posture is crowned and the concubine is the queen!

After Yang Yilin finished chanting, before he could speak, Zheng Xiaowen applauded happily and said: "Yilin, your seven-character quatrain is really wonderful, and every sentence gives people a sense of beauty." You show the peony's every line, every smile, invincible natural beauty, and glamorous appearance!

"Oh, yes, yes, you still use the 'five micro' rhyme, I am now composing poems and words, I generally don't use ancient rhyme, I use the rhyme of the new four tones of modern Chinese. Today I just found out, you are still so proficient in poetry?"

Yang Yilin listened to Zheng Xiaowen's words, he laughed hahaha, he smiled and shook his hand twice and said: "Don't praise me, I listen to you praise me, I have no place to stand! Where am I proficient in poetry, in this regard, I have to learn more from you." Actually, I improvised this poem, I use modern Chinese, words with similar rhyme endings!

"Also, isn't Wu Zetian competing with Peony, I just want to vent my anger for Peony, so I thought of the next fourth sentence! In my imagination, Peony is a woman. The dynamic and static appearance of the peony may be even more beautiful than the way I wrote these four poems.

"If you want me to think about it, the appearance of the peony must have overshadowed all the concubines in the palace! Hey, Xiaowen, you also imagine the story of Wu Zetian and the peony, at this time, you should understand my intention in making this poem. ”

Zheng Xiaowen nodded and said, "Well, I already understand your intentions very well. ”

Zheng Xiaowen said again: "Hey, Yilin, just now you said that you used rhyme to make poems, I think, I think we are writing poems now, using old rhythms and old frames, filling in new sounds and new rhymes, just like modern people wearing cheongsams and ancient costumes, it looks very beautiful and good-looking."

"You, it's really good, your peony poem, full of five micro rhymes is good, and the poem is also good. I think you can praise the peony to the most beautiful and describe it to the best, so don't praise her too much. Think about it, you still crown the peony anthropomorphism above the queen and the royal fandel, and you spoil the peony too high, right?"

Yang Yilin pursed his lips indistinctly, smiled in his heart, and said on his face: "Let's put aside my willingness to improvise this poem first, and now let's just talk about peony flowers."

"Peony is the traditional famous flower of our country in the past dynasties, among the flowers, the peony flower is huge, graceful and gorgeous, dignified, noble temperament, the shape and color are also the most beautiful, so people call the peony the king of flowers.

"People also say that women are like flowers, so of course women are flowers. Think about it, since people compare women to flowers, then, queens and concubines are women, and of course they are also flowers. The peony is the king of flowers, and the beautiful and noble appearance of the peony is, of course, the crown above those concubines!"

Zheng Xiaowen wanted to answer, but Yang Yilin hurriedly gestured and said, "Don't, don't, you stop first, and listen to my old Yang before you talk about it." ”

Zheng Xiaowen looked at Yang Yilin's funny appearance, she wanted to laugh, but she wanted to hear Yang Yilin say it, she didn't let the smile appear.

Yang Yilin continued, "Besides, it's not just the peony flower that is pressed on the crown of the concubine, the beautiful woman, the woman who has raced the peony, there are still many people!"

"You think, in ancient times, when you were in the palace for beauty pageants, you may not have sifted all the beautiful women in the court and the opposition, screened out until there was no one left, and sent them all to the palace. When screening, the folk will definitely miss extremely beautiful women!

"The looks of these more beautiful women who have not been selected into the palace, don't think about it, it must be the crown on the faces of those concubines. We have all seen pictures of women in the ancient harem, and I think they look like ordinary people. Don't say it's more than a peony, it's almost the same as an ordinary person!Xiaowen, do you think I'm right?"

Zheng Xiaowen smiled and said: "You are right, in ancient times, the transportation was inconvenient, the news was blocked, and if you choose a beautiful woman in the palace, you will definitely miss it." It's just that these paragraphs you said are too tongue-twisting, if I were to repeat them according to your words, it would become Yang's tongue twister!

Yang Yilin said: "I haven't finished talking about this yet, if you think I'm talking too much, then I'll be more direct, you listen." Let's talk about it now, the world-class women's beauty pageant, the one who finally won the crown is only the champion of the participating beauties, she is not really the most beautiful of all the beauties in the world. ”