Writing poems for Yangzhou?

With the word "Yangzhou" coming out, many scholars couldn't help but swallow and spit secretly.

Because Yangzhou is a thousand-year-old city, it has always been a rich place, a place where countless literati and scholars gather. In terms of praising Yangzhou, there are too many poets who have created excellent works.

Such as Li Taibai's "The old man left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March." Li Mu's "dream of Yangzhou in ten years, won the name of Qinglou Bo Xing. Su Shi's "Ask the partners in Jiangnan, who is like me, drunk Yangzhou." Zhang Hu's "life is only in Yangzhou to die, and Zen Zhishan is a good cemetery." "Wait.

It is these pearls in front, a well-known peerless work in front, so that fewer and fewer people dare to write Yangzhou. Because everything has to be compared, once the writing is smashed, it is simply a kind of self-smearing.

It's just that after Yangzhou squire Cao Meng and others heard it, their eyes lit up slightly, but they had an expectation.

With the destruction of the Song Dynasty in Yangzhou, it has actually been regarded as a great loss of vitality, far from the grand occasion of the past. Even if Yangzhou New City was built a few years ago, it is still a big difference in scale.

Because of the rise of Nanjing, it had a very adverse impact on Yangzhou City. Nanjing City was the national capital of the Taizu and Chengzu periods, and it is still the capital of the Ming Dynasty, and many resources will be inclined to Nanjing.

It is under these factors that although the current Yangzhou City is still prosperous, it is still some distance from its heyday.

Now Lin Haoran is recognized as the most poetic person in the Ming Dynasty today, and is the most dazzling political star in the Ming Dynasty, if he writes a masterpiece for Yangzhou City, it will undoubtedly be conducive to the recovery of Yangzhou.

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Yu Ji felt a little lost in her heart, and hoped that Yu Qincha would write poems to praise herself, so that even if she didn't get the Oiran, it would be enough for her to make a name for herself in Yangzhou.

It's just that she also knows that this is a luxury. A person who has reached Lin Haoran's status, if he is not the person he truly loves, how can he use his amazing reputation to promote a worthless Qinglou woman?

The whole venue was as silent as death, and everyone waited quietly for the next thing with their own thoughts.

Lin Haoran stood in front of the desk with a brush in his hand, the whole person was already in a state of writing, and after writing down the topic, he continued to write on the pen: "The painting boat rides the smoke of spring and dawn, and the city is full of silk pipes and elm money." ”

Chen Wanwan's voice in the bamboo building was gentle and penetrating, and when she saw the first sentence, her whole person was slightly stunned at first, and then she recited aloud towards the painting boat in front of her.

The painting boat takes advantage of the smoke of the dawn of spring, and the city is full of silk pipes and elm money.

When everyone heard this, it was as if they saw a picture scroll slowly unfolding in front of them.

There are indeed a lot of elm trees planted on the riverside of this Yangzhou City, but in the city, both Qinglou and ordinary people like to play the piano, combined with these two obvious characteristics, so that they quickly think that this is really the environment of Yangzhou City.

On the second floor of Chen Boren's painting boat, Chen Wanwan's soft voice reached the ears of everyone present, but they were stunned.

Although they are all businessmen and squires, they still have a certain ability to appreciate poetry, but they all look at each other, and their hearts are filled with bad feelings.

This is a feast for scholars, not only the scholars of Yangzhou City, but even many scholars in Jiangnan have rushed here. When they heard the first sentence, the faces of many scholars were in awe, and the poem seemed to go straight into their hearts.

While savoring the first sentence, many people looked at the figure on the stage again, quietly looking forward to the next sentence.

There are also some talented people who are thinking: if you write this sentence, then how to write the next sentence. It was at this time that the second sentence came from Chen Wanwan's mouth, and they were about to smash their remaining arrogance.

"Thousands of adopted daughters teach music first, and ten miles of planting flowers is considered farming."

The second sentence was coincidentally generated under Lin Haoran's pen, and it was transmitted to everyone present through Chen Wanwan's soft voice, which made the entire venue continue to fall into dead silence.

If the previous sentence is about the environment of Yangzhou City, then it is the atmosphere of Yangzhou City. Just this sentence writes the style of this rich place, telling the love of the people of Yangzhou City for music and flowers.

Chen Boren is a well-known scholar, and when he heard this, he sighed, silently picked up the teacup on the table, and the whole person looked stunned.

If you put aside the hostile relationship between the two sides and the secret game of this Oiran Competition, you have to admit that this Qincha is really a genius and deserves to cheer for him.

The scholars fell into silence again, savoring this sentence carefully, and were already looking forward to the next sentence. Only this time, their minds were blank, and they were simply longing for the next good sentence.

"The rain is not wet when it passes through the Sui embankment, and the wind blows the red sleeves and wants to ascend to the immortals."

The third sentence was in everyone's expectation, and it was generated on that white rice paper, but it did not disappoint. In addition to the shock, more people feel that it should be so, because this is a poem by Bamboo Junzi.

From the writing environment to the atmosphere, and then to the liveliness of this suburb. Even if the spring rain fell, the Sui Causeway was not wet, but it was a group of women who traveled to the spring there to block the spring rain.

In just three sentences, from the city to the outside of the city, from the environment to the atmosphere, it depicts the prosperity of Yangzhou City.

The three lines of poetry were revealed, and everyone was savoring them carefully, and they were already led away by Lin Haoran's pen.

Lin Haoran did not rush to put down the pen, but looked up at the people in the boat with a blank look, and finally his eyes locked on an old man sitting in the boat drinking.

This scene was seen by Qilan and other women next to him, and they also followed his gaze.

Lin Haoran retracted his gaze, and slowly wrote on the paper: "The lyricist has been hurt for a long time, and the wine is warm and fragrant.

No matter what era it is, poets always like to be sad and sad, expressing the loneliness after the prosperity recedes, just like Du Mu's "Yangzhou dream of ten years, winning the name of Qinglou Bo Xing".

With the last stroke, the poem is complete.

It's just that this last sentence came out, and the whole arena was like a pin. Everyone fell into a contemplation and reminiscence, lingering in the artistic conception of this poem, and the eyes of several Qinglou women were already full of brilliance.

Who would have thought that Lin Wenkui, who has never had poetry out, has always been called a bamboo gentleman with Jiang Lang's talents. Today, I wrote a poem for Yangzhou, and this poem is destined to be passed down through the ages, and today's events will be passed on as a good story.