At this time, another singer opened her mouth to sing, and this time it was a quatrain by Wang Changling. Wang Changling, the kid, immediately became triumphant and reminded Wang Zhilian: "Hey, I already have two songs." ”

At this time, the big bull king, who had been very quiet, finally made a statement. He said that the girls were not of high grade just now, and the songs they sang didn't mean anything!

He stretched out his hand to one of the most beautiful singers,

He smiled and said, "If she doesn't sing my poems, I'll admit that I'm a, and if she sings my poems, then you can worship me and be my boss." ”

Finally, it was the turn of the most beautiful woman to sing.

I only heard her sing: "The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, a lonely city and ten thousand mountains, why should the Qiang Di complain about the willows, and the spring breeze does not pass the Yumen Pass." ”

Quiescence. Deathly silence.

Wang Zhilian turned his head and looked at Wang Changling and Gao Shi with a smile. This poem is his immortal masterpiece "Liangzhou Ci".

Brother Lei, I was not at the scene at the time, and I don't know if Wang Changling and Gao Shi finally knelt down on the spot to recognize Wang Zhilian as the boss.

But then I learned that other fierce people were arguing about which quatrain was the first fierce in the stork tower, and it took a lot of saliva for this poem.

At that time, Li Panlong, the overlord of the literary world of the Yellow Crane Tower, said that Wang Changling's "Qin Shi Mingyue Han Shi Pass" was the most fierce;

The successor overlord Wang Shizhen said that it was Wang Han's "grape wine luminous cup" that was the most fierce;

But Wang Yuyang, the great talent of Qinglou, was not convinced. He brought four bombshells, and said that each one could blow up your "fiercest".

Among them, the first is Wang Wei's "Weicheng Dynasty Rain and Light Dust"; the second is Li Bai's "Imperial Speech White Emperor Caiyunjian"; the third is Wang Changling's "Fengbroom Pingming Golden Palace Opens"; and the fourth is Wang Zhilian's "The Yellow River is far above the white clouds". ”

Brother Lei's cold sweat came down, and he said in his heart that he didn't know if these people were fierce or not, but every poem mentioned by Bai Fenggang had reached his grandmother's house, and almost every sentence could be written in the textbook for the student dolls to be praised for a hundred years.

Bai Feng squinted his eyes and smiled.

"Brother Lei, just now, if you think it's fierce, you're wrong!"

"Could it be that there is something more fierce than these people?!"

"Hehe, of course, there are talented people from all over the country, and each has been leading the way for hundreds of years!

Hehe, Brother Lei, this is another surnamed Wang. But he is not related to Wang Zhilian!

It is said that in that year, Yan Boyu, a magistrate in Hongzhou, sat in Nanchang and built a new building, which was extremely luxuriously decorated. At that time, there were no eight regulations, and Director Yan invited guests to dinner and entertained guests with great fanfare.

At that time, cadres should also pay attention to style when eating, and they should not hold a feast of the sea and sky, but should invite some educated people to come to the town. There was a young man who was invited, and he was Wang Bo.

By the way, Wang Bo was not mixed in our stork building, he was a small civil servant at the time, wandering everywhere, and his status in the rivers and lakes at that time was equivalent to the evil in the east and poison in the west, the southern emperor and the northern beggar.

But because he is so talented, he was rated as the first of the four fierce men in our fierce circle, uh, this is equivalent to our top ten outstanding teenagers......

There is a lot of controversy about the ranking order of the four fierces, some people say that it is Wang, Yang, Lu, and Luo, and some people say that it should be Wang, Luo, Lu, and Yang. But in any case, for so many years, no one dared not rank Wang Bo first, and there would not be another thousand years.

His sentence "Confidants in the sea, if the ends of the world are neighbors", is enough to kill many fierce people.

To get back to the point, when Director Yan invited us to dinner, he called on everyone to write an essay on the topic of their new building.

Did he really want to hold an essay contest? No, he wanted to take the opportunity to boast about his son-in-law Wu Zizhang's talents. He had prepared an essay in advance, and planned to let his son-in-law take it out during the banquet to calm everyone down, which was similar to the meaning of Jia Zheng asking Jia Baoyu to inscribe couplets in the Grand View Garden.

The guests here are not fools, and they dare not steal the limelight from their son-in-law, so they don't write.

The son-in-law was triumphant, and was about to take out the composition that had been covered in his armpits, when suddenly, Wang Bo, who was in his twenties, stood up: "I write." ”

Of course, Yan Dudu was very unhappy and walked away.

Sitting behind the tent, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he couldn't help but ask his men to go down and see what the kid had written.

After a while, his subordinates reported: "His beginning is 'Yuzhang Ancient County, Hongdu Xinfu'!"

The governor scoffed: "It's just a cliché."

After a while, his subordinates came to report again: he wrote "The stars are divided into wings, and the ground is connected to Henglu"!

The director groaned, he felt that the big thing was not good, and his son-in-law was going to be bad.

As sentence after sentence reached Du Du's ears, Du Du's face had turned the color of pig liver.

Finally, his subordinates came to report again: "He wrote 'Luoxia and the lonely bird fly together, and the autumn water grows together in the sky'!"

The director finally broke down. "Genius, genius!"

Director Yan's building is called Tengwang Pavilion. Wang Bo's essay is called "Preface to King Teng's Pavilion".

The son-in-law was robbed of the limelight by Wang Bo and was extremely angry. He accused Wang Bo of plagiarizing his own composition.

In order to prove that he is original, he recited Wang Bo's composition fluently with his unforgettable special function.

After reciting, he stared at Wang Bo with a sneer. The guests also whispered, suspecting Wang Bo of plagiarism.

Wang Bo asked his son-in-law unhurriedly: "Brother Wu has a really good memory, admire! But there is a preface at the end of my composition, do you know?"

The son-in-law was dumbfounded: And poetry?

So Wang Bo got up and waved, without adding any points, and wrote a preface:

"King Teng's high pavilion is near the river Zhu, Pei Yuming Luan sings and dances; the painting Dong flies to the south of Puyun, and the bead curtain rolls up in the rain in the west mountain at dusk; the shadow of the idle cloud pond is long, and the stars change a few degrees of autumn; where is the emperor in the pavilion now, and the Yangtze River outside the threshold is artesian!"

Silence again. Dead silence.

The son-in-law retreated in shame. He finally knew that what he was facing today was not just a lost little scholar in the world. ”

Brother Lei clapped his hands and admired!

"What a poem "Preface to King Teng's Pavilion"! What a "Autumn Water Grows Together in the Sky", it is really a peerless sentence! God, how can a person write such a superb poem! This Wang Bo, where is he now, I will be with him!"

Bai Feng was stunned, shook his head and sighed.

"Alas, Brother Lei, it's really a pity, speaking of this fierce man Wang Bo, he only lived to be twenty-six years old. On one occasion when he went south to see his father, he crossed the sea and drowned, was frightened, and hung up.

Otherwise, I would have brought him to you......

God is jealous of the talent, if he lives to be sixty-two years old, how fierce will he be? Maybe he was so fierce that God couldn't stand it anymore, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to write literary history in the future, so let him hang up. ”

Brother Lei was struck by lightning, and his face suddenly darkened, and after a long time, he sighed deeply.

Bai Feng didn't want to continue to entangle on this topic, so he changed the topic with a smile and said.

"Brother Lei, in fact, good poems are not difficult to write, they all have routines.

For example, if you want to be the most fierce poem, you have to end the last sentence with a negative ending.

The great writer Zhu Ziqing said that the eight most fierce quatrains of Tang poetry all end in negation:

"There is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west", "Don't teach Hu Ma to do Yin Mountain", "The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying", "The jade face is not as good as the jackdaw", "Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo laughs", "The spring breeze does not pass the Yumen Pass", "I don't know where to blow the reed pipe", "The merchant girl doesn't know the hatred of the country".

Can't this routine be broken?

The answer is! Yes, of course!

It is said that this year, a lonely poet came to Suzhou. His name is Zhang Ji.

He is not very famous, and compared with the previous Wang Bo, Wang Zhilian, Wang Changling, Wang Wei, Li Bai, Gao Shi, Li Yi and other fierce people, he is only a little poet. Nor is there a detailed account of his life.

Of course, Brother Lei, you don't have to remember the name, the name doesn't matter......

I only know that Zhang Ji is not very ambitious in his life, and he only got a serious job when he was almost 50 years old, and he has been wandering outside for a long time. That night, in Suzhou, he was homesick.

On a foggy night, he slept in the cabin, thinking about his hometown and future, tossing and turning.