Dusk was silent for a long time, and he was trying to pick out which poem to come out.

To be honest, there are really not many poems in the Ming and Qing dynasties - compared to the Tang and Song dynasties, it is indeed a bit shabby, but it is not nothing, but it is not as popular as Tang and Song poems.

The key is to be in line with the current situation.

Seeing this, everyone waited in silence.

Poetry, how can there be so many seven-step poems, after all, not everyone is Cao Zhi, if you let Li Bai come, it is impossible to become a poem in seven steps at any time, you still have to drink some wine.

After a long time, Dusk raised his head and smiled at everyone: "You probably know, I have a workshop on the side of Zhongshan, I often went to the workshop earlier, I saw some things, I was very touched at the time, but because I was busy with affairs, I didn't think about it, today suddenly I came to me, I remembered a poem, if you can't wait for the elegant hall, you also invite Haihan." ”

It's modest, low-key.

The more modest and low-key you are, the more painful the slap in the face!

The crowd was speechless for a while.

Poetry is such an elegant thing, you actually came up with a poem related to the workshop, which is indeed a bit ridiculous and generous, but no one squeaks, just waiting to see the excitement.

After all, Dusk is now the favored minister of the Son of Heaven.

Many people have this kind of mentality, and they can't see the good of others, if Dusk's talent is reused by His Majesty, then we who are more talented than him should be reused.

In this way, it can better echo everyone's hearts that they have never met.

At dusk, he put on a picture of a scholar's free and easy outfit, and flicked his big sleeves, "Thousands of hammers chiseled out of the deep mountains." ”

This sentence is very ordinary.

It's even a bit of a limerick.

Xu Yingxu secretly said that it was not good, at the beginning of this article, there was already a lack of talent, as for the neatness and rhyme, not to mention it for the time being, just this first sentence, it is estimated that the things to be written are not elegant.

I'm afraid I'm going to be really laughed at today.

What can you have in the mountains?

What can be in the Zhongshan Workshop?

It's all ore.

The ore is mediocre, let your tongue bloom at dusk, and just like that, you can still write flowers.

It was the king who laughed.

Li Mao was also shaking his head secretly.

Yuan Hui and Yuan Zhongche, father and son, are okay, especially Yuan Zhongche, in fact, he has more contact with Hanlin people like Li Mao on weekdays, and his talent and knowledge are not low.

After hearing the first sentence of this opening sentence, the first reaction was simple.

Lifting and closing.

If this simple first sentence is the beginning, then if there is something brilliant in the next "inheritance", it is okay, but whether it can be really a blockbuster or is decent depends on the "turn" and "combination".

Dusk continued to chant the second sentence: "The fire burns like idleness." ”

Xu Yingxu bowed his head secretly.

He was a little embarrassed.

I can hear it, if there is no accident in the thing written at dusk, it is the lime, but what is there to write about this thing, and what new ideas can be written, there is a high probability that it will be embarrassed today.

The key is the inheritance of this second sentence, although it is good, it is still more than quaint and not exciting.

It's like a dead river without waves.

The river does not have the slightest flow of life.

Li Mao frowned slightly, I don't know why, I always feel that the blandness of these two sentences is a little too slow, which makes him have a sense of expectation for the next "turn" and "combination" in his heart.

If "turning" and "merging" can make waves suddenly, the contrast between before and after will be incomparably huge and shocking.

But in Lee's experience, it's hard.

Wang Zhucheng laughed, but did not speak.

I vaguely felt in my heart that Huang Guan was like this, and the nephew he cultivated was nothing more than that.

That's what he thought, but Wang Jiancheng didn't despise Dusk.

There is really no absolute relationship between talent and being an official.

Today's provocation of this matter is just a momentary rush, it can be regarded as a small episode between the storms, and if you really want to clean up the dusk, you still have to use officialdom means.

Wang Shecheng has already made up his mind, no matter how well the two sentences are written at dusk, this poem will be like this.

Unremarkable.

No bright spots.

Yuan Hui was still silent, his gaze always fell on the facial features of dusk, and he always felt that this face did not look like a person who could go to this high position, what was wrong?

He couldn't figure it out.

For the first time, Yuan Hui was a little skeptical of his physiognomy skills.

Dusk paused.

Taking a deep breath and looking at everyone's reactions, it is not surprising, indeed, the first two sentences of Yu Shaobao's poem are really too ordinary, so ordinary that Dusk, a third-rate undergraduate graduate, thinks that he can write a basket.

At one point, I thought that writing poetry was nothing more than that.

But that's because of these two sentences, if the last two sentences come out, it is absolutely impossible for everyone to still have this kind of unexpected, even mocking reaction.

Two sentences in one go.

"Don't be afraid of broken bones, you have to leave your innocence in the world."

The words fell, and they were quiet.

"Lime Moan".

In fact, this poem is really not very talented, the words are simple and straightforward, and there is no majestic artistic conception, let alone quoting allusions, it is a direct description of lime, and then the last two sentences point to the idea of loyalty.

If you don't take into account the balance and rhyme, it is indeed like a saliva poem.

But you must know that simplicity is also a kind of literary style.

The representative figure is Ouyang Xiu.

Ouyang Xiu's style is famous for being easy and simple, and returning to the basics, but this is Ouyang Xiu, but he once became the leader of the literary world in the Song Dynasty, and countless people wanted to learn but couldn't.

There is one thing to say, but this kind of writing is the most profound.

Heap rhetoric who wouldn't.

But not everyone is a great talent like Su Xian and Li Bai, you have to be interesting to pile it up, you can't just be gorgeous for the sake of being gorgeous, you must know that it is very difficult to say things in ordinary times.

All of you here are scholars, and most of them know this truth, except for a few people who are on the tip of the bull's horns.

When I first heard the poem Dusk, it didn't seem to be brilliant.

Then Shang Bao Sicheng, who was in charge of recording, picked up the paper with the ink not drying and read: "Thousands of hammers are chiseled out of the deep mountains, and the fire burns like idleness, and the bones are broken...... Don't be afraid, you have to leave your innocence in the world! ”

Reading the third sentence, this Shang Bao Sicheng reacted, and his voice trembled.

Good poetry!

Until this moment, everyone who was watching the lifeless flow of the river on the bank of a dead river, suddenly appeared in front of them, and it was clear that the waterfall fell from the sky, turning into the thunder of the nine heavens, knocking on people's hearts.

Xu Yingxu suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of shock.

Yuan Hui's eyes shone with brilliance, and on his face full of age spots, his skin was rosy, and his lips trembled and he couldn't speak.

Yuan Zhongche let out a long sigh.

This "turn" and "merge" ...... Absolutely!

Wang Shucheng got up silently, saluted the dusk, and bowed to the end.

Enemy or enemy.

But it's respectable.

Turn and leave.

Li Mao looked at the dusk, his face was full of shame, he suddenly laughed, and then walked away, and the voice came from afar: "A good one wants to leave innocence in the world, and a good one to see magic in a decaying place!" I, Li Shimian, am ashamed of myself, I have no shame to stay here anymore, and he came to the door to apologize for today. ”

Immediately, he laughed even more, and his voice was heroic, "I'm waiting for readers, isn't it just this sentence, hahahaha!" ”

The rest of the people looked at each other.