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"Hmph, you don't have to say good things for him, although Miss Ben can't write poetry, she also knows that poetry needs to be plain rhyme, all kinds of allusions, to be called poetry, you see how good the ancients wrote.

Guan Guan Sui dove,

On the river island.

My Fair Lady,

Gentleman.

It's the same four sentences, which are good or bad, don't I need to say more?"

Peng Chengfeng learned from Yang Zheng's mouth that he was singing a very good poem, and he was already very proud in his heart, so he was not in a hurry at this time, he walked forward with a paper fan and said with a smile: "Second sister, you don't know this, these four sentences of the younger brother are indeed a poem, but they are somewhat different from Tang and Song poems.

"What about limericks, and fire poems?" the second lady scolded angrily.

"Hua'an ——?" Peng Chengfeng is not afraid of the earth, but he is afraid of his eldest sister and second sister, seeing that the second lady is angry, he is afraid in his heart, and hurriedly begged Yang Zheng for mercy.

"What the young master said is right, these four sentences are indeed called limericks?" Yang Zheng couldn't resist Peng Chengfeng's pleading appearance, so he had to say something to help.

"Did you hear it, is it a limerick, or a good limerick?" Peng Chengfeng shouted twice at the second lady proudly.

Yang Zheng looked a little funny, it was just a limerick poem, which made this guy proud, which shows that he really has no ability to compose poetry on weekdays.

"Don't you need to rhyme and all kinds of allusions when you hit limericks?" the second lady obviously didn't understand.

"That's not it, this limerick poem first originated in the folk of the Tang Dynasty, and after that, it continued to develop, showing its active vitality. This type of poem is generally easy to understand, witty and humorous, sometimes implicitly ironic, and funny.

It is said that its origin is inseparable from a man named Zhang Dayou, who is just an ordinary scholar, some people say that he is a farmer, in short, he is a nobody. But his "Yongxue" is "general on the river, and there are black holes in the well." The yellow dog is white, and the white dog is swollen", a blockbuster, creating a new limerick poetry, famous through the ages. This poem describes a snowy scene, from the whole picture to the close-up, from the color to the demeanor. Snow is written throughout the text, without the word "snow", and the shape of snow jumps out. The choice of words is very appropriate, vivid and expressive. The language is slangy, the nature is simple, and the style is unique. The style is witty and humorous, relaxed and pleasant, widely disseminated, and all of them are amazing, so later people often put this kind of slang and colloquial sentences into the poems, and do not seek to fight evenly, called limericks. The four lines of poetry just now by the eldest young master, at first glance, are vulgar, but in fact, they are clever in the rough, and they contain the philosophy of the "replacement method". The things that are being examined, once the subject and object are translocated, it is a different atmosphere. “

"Is it really that good?" Peng Chengfeng was a little surprised, and even the second lady on the side was also full of surprise when he heard it.

A cadre of family members was also stunned, obviously not believing that the four easy-to-understand sentences sung by the young man casually were actually a poem, or a good poem, you must know that on weekdays, this young master has always had a headache when he hears poetry right, how can he sing a poem today, could it be that the young master is really a genius?"

"These four poems, are you really composed?" The second lady had some doubts in her heart, but she saw that her younger brother looked indifferent, and Yang Zheng on the side also helped to say good things, and she really believed it for a while.

Peng Chengfeng rarely showed his face, his heart was overjoyed, and he shook the paper fan and said proudly: "Of course, didn't Hua'an say it, it's limerick poetry, I don't know anything as elegant as Tang poetry and Song lyrics, this kind of interesting limerick poem, I'll come when I open my mouth!"

When the second lady saw him say this, she suddenly showed joy on her face, and said: "The Peng family has cultivated you for so many years, and it has finally had some effect, if my mother knows that you can recite poems against you, she will be very happy, and I will go to tell my mother!"

Peng Chengfeng was shocked, his face showed embarrassment, and said: "Sister, it's better to wait a while, you also know that my mother is known as a talented woman, my limerick poem may not be able to enter the eyes and ears of my mother, I think it's better not to tell her old man first, and when I pass the imperial examination in the future, I will do a half-official position, and then tell my mother the good news?"

The second lady thought about it, so she nodded and said, "Well, then it's up to you, but you have to study hard, don't live up to your mother's expectations?"

Peng Chengfeng laughed and said: "Look at what my sister said, although your little brother is late in enlightenment, but how can you say that he is also a genius, you look at the four limerick poems just now, even Hua'an is also very popular! I guess he can't write such poems?"

"Hmph, no, Hua'an's talent is much better than yours, your eternal absolutes, no one can match them until now, in fact, you can compare these limericks?"

"Hey, my sister has never heard that Tang is Tang poetry, Song is Song poetry, it is the country of Tartar, and there is also a Yuan Xiaoqu, I have a Ming Dynasty, it can be seen that poetry is the avenue, drink flower wine, right to pair, but it is a small road, it can't become any climate, in the future, the Peng family will still rely on me?" Peng Chengfeng shook the paper fan, with a proud face.

The family members on the side shouted one after another, making him feel a little fluttering, damn, I didn't expect the four limericks I saw later, they were so powerful, even Hua'an was frightened, this feeling that everyone was drunk and I woke up alone is really cool.

"Yes, these four lines of poetry are good, but my brother sang them himself, do you know what's good about them?" At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps at the door, followed by two figures flashing out, and it turned out to be Mrs. Peng and the eldest lady walking out.

When everyone saw that it was Mrs. Peng and the eldest lady, they stepped forward to salute, Yang Zheng saw that although Mrs. Peng was almost forty years old, her complexion was maintained very well, plus she was a big beauty in the past, standing with the eldest lady, not like a mother and son, more like a sister, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart: "It is said that time is a pig-killing knife, but how can it not work on Mrs. Peng's body, look at this look, where is the mother who gave birth to three children?"

After everyone finished saluting, Yang Zheng also stepped forward, arched his hand at the two and smiled: "Hi, madam, eldest lady, how are you?"

Mrs. Peng looked at him as if he was smiling but not smiling, and felt a little funny in her heart, but at this time, so many people looked at him, how dare they show it, and glared at him angrily and said, "Bowing is saluting, can't you behave properly?"

Yang Zheng smiled, and then sighed: "Madam, you don't know, it's not that I'm not behaving enough rules for Madame, in fact, most of the people I behave in a proper manner are elders, old mothers, Madame is beautiful and moving, no matter how you look at it, it's not those old mothers, standing with the eldest lady, I think it's a pair of sisters?

When he said this, everyone on the field was embarrassed, and scolded in his heart: "This Hua'an is too shameless!"

Peng Chengfeng sighed lightly: "If a person is cheap, he is invincible, what is true?"

The eldest lady shook her head lightly and said, "Why is this person so shameless?"

The second lady giggled and smiled, and said in her heart: "This bad guy can really talk!"

"Everyone has a love for beauty, let alone a beauty?" Mrs. Peng hid her small mouth and giggled, causing her delicate body to tremble, and Yang Zheng only felt that her eyes were not enough to see.

It took a while for Mrs. Peng to stop whispering: "Your mouth is like honey, what sister, nonsense!" After a pause, he said: "No, just at your mouth, I have to remind Shuang'er, Xiang'er, otherwise I will be deceived by you, and I will help you count the money?"

"Mother-what are you talking about?" The eldest lady and the second lady each blushed, glared at him fiercely, and screamed embarrassedly.

Yang Zheng sweated and said, "Madam, don't you know me, I'm the most honest person, how could I do such a thing, just now, you better put it away quickly, so as not to teach the eldest lady badly, the second miss, I don't have a good life!"

Mrs. Peng glanced at him, and said angrily: "It's strange to believe you? Let me ask you if Feng'er's poem just now is it really that good?"

"Hmph, why don't you say it, don't think I don't know?" Mrs. Peng glanced at Yang Zheng and shouted.

Yang Zheng was shocked, and then remembered that Mrs. Peng was also a talented girl when she was young, but after marrying the Peng family, in order to maintain the family business, she put away the faces of those literary young people in the past, and devoted herself to her husband and children. What kind of generous and tragic sentiment and ambition to change the world are expressed in that "one day turned over"! Isn't it the author's declaration of contempt for royal power and the change of dynasty? At this time, when we look at the simple and plain words, they have the wonderful interest of laying out the true meaning of the shocking world, and the reading is more and more interesting. ”

"Chen Sheng, Wu Guang?" The second lady was stunned for a moment, and said a little incomprehensibly: "Aren't these four poems written by Feng'er, how can the person who wrote the poems need to be replaced by Chen Sheng and Wu Guang to have such momentum? Could it be that these four limerick poems are not written by Feng'er?"

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Regarding limerick poems, there is also the second origin: in the Middle Tang Dynasty, one winter, a big official went to pay tribute to the ancestral hall, and saw such a poem written on the wall of the main hall: "Six out of nine days of snow fluttering, just like a jade girl under Qiong Yao." One day the sky will be fine, and the broom will make the broom, and the spade will make the spade. When the official read it, he was furious and ordered him to be arrested as a poet. Left and right caught Zhang Dayou, who usually likes to write this kind of poem. In order to confirm whether the poem was written by Zhang Dayou, the official did not rush to punish the crime, but ordered Zhang to compose another poem. At that time, An Lushan's soldiers were trapped in Nanyang County, so Zhang blurted out with this topic: "Millions of thieves are trapped in Nanyang, and there is no rescue or food." One day the city will be broken, crying daddy, crying daddy, crying mother. The two poems were the same, everyone listened to them, and the hall burst into laughter, and even the big official was laughed at, and finally made an exception to spare Zhang Dayou. Zhang Dayou has been famous since then. Later, people often referred to this kind of poems that use slang and colloquial sentences into poems and do not seek to be even-handed, as limerick poems. A small allusion, not counting the number of words, is purely entertainment!