Dou Shi?!

also want to emulate King Yun, but they don't know that the person standing in front of them is the King of Cloud himself, but Li Yun did not pierce it, but watched quietly.

In the past, Li Yun's amazing performance in the Liangyi Hall made the world's scholars sigh, and the export chapter was a shocking work, and many people were afraid that they might not be able to write one or two of them in their lives.

And in Li Yun's house, the poems written by Dou Shi that night were bound into a poetry collection and circulated in the market.

There is even a saying in the literary world: "If you don't read the poems of King Yun, this life will be in vain."

It can be seen that their admiration for Li Yun, after all, the name of "God of Poetry" is absolutely unique, just ask the world, who dares to compare with it?

"Xiaosheng is not talented, I am willing to fight a poem first, throw bricks and lead jade, please taste it."

A soft-faced scholar-like man stood up, and he bowed in all directions, and only after all those red tapes did he speak loudly.

"The peach and plum blossoms in the east of Linzi City, who are flying around? Linzi's daughter cherishes the color, and sighs when she sees the falling flowers. ......" The man's voice was loud, and every word was clear.

Look at his fair-skinned and weak appearance, like a girl, and the poems he recites are also full of a kind of delicateness, without any manhood.

After this person chanted, he heard many people at the scene applauding, and Gao Mang said: "Wonderful, wonderful! is worthy of Wen Yinhu, who has a love saint, and he is a good poem when he is exported. ”

It turned out that his name was Wen Yinhu, and he had a tiger in his name, but he grew into a cat, which is really ironic.

"Master Gao has won the award, but it is only a small test, not enough to worry about."

Wen Yinhu said modestly, but he said that it was not Erer, and the pride that flashed between his eyebrows and eyes could not hide his heart after all.

"The petals in the poem are all over the sky, flying into the arms of the beauty, and the beauty is sorrowful, and the moving picture is between the lines, which can outline a picture in just a few dozen words, which is really a good poem." Gao Mang said.

Everyone nodded, agreeing with his words, don't look at Gao Mang as a layman, but he also knows a little bit about poetry, and this comment is not wrong.

Many people are praising Wen Yinhu, and among the present, his poetry and writing are definitely among the best.

As soon as Gao Mang turned his words, he suddenly pointed the finger at Li Yun and said, "Lord Lin, what do you think of Wen Yinhu's little poem?" ”

Li Yun was not in a hurry to answer, but took a sip of wine from his wine glass, shook his head and said: "The poem is good, but after all, it is a little less meaningful, and it is not a good poem." ”

Li Yun's words immediately aroused the disgust of many people, especially Wen Yinhu, who was just a modest remark, but I didn't expect that some people really ridiculed his bad writing.

"Lord Lin, what did you say so far, please give me advice." Wen Yinhu said that he would give advice, but in his heart he was cursing Li Yun for not being level.

"I'm asking you, what month is it?" Li Yun said.

"October and a half."

"That's it, if you can't even understand the weather at the very least, how can you talk about poetry? A truly good poem is written by touching the scene, not by a pile of flowery words. Li Yun said.

Wen Yinhu was not convinced and asked, "What does that have to do with the weather?" ”

"It's October, when the chrysanthemums are in full bloom, you open your mouth to be peach blossoms, and you can't even understand the least color, how can such a poem be a good poem?" Li Yun said, "I heard that you have the name of a love saint, but in my opinion, it is also a young man who is worried and too late. ”

These words were the words of Wang Shu sarcastic Li Yun in the Liangyi Palace, and now they have been carried here.

Wen Yinhu is not Li Yun, and without his eloquence, it is naturally difficult to distinguish one or the other.

"I ......"

Wen Yinhu didn't know what to say for a while, but after listening carefully, he felt that what he said made sense.

Seeing that Wen Yinhu was deflated, Gao Changgong stood up to relieve the siege and said: "Lord Lin is conclusive, saying that Wen Yinhu's poems are nothing more than that, but I don't know what poems I can make?" ”

"That's right, who wouldn't say, you said that other people's poems are average, so I don't know what kind of poems you can make for me to wait and see?" Someone took the opportunity to say.

"There is no basis for words, and showing real skills is the king, isn't it?"

Lin Qingzhu, who had never spoken, didn't say a word, but he secretly laughed, it was really a group of pigs, with eyes and no gold inlaid jade, and the person standing in front of them was King Yun.

Seeing that everyone wanted to see their liveliness, Li Yun shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's hard to resist everyone's enthusiasm, so let's have a song casually." ”

Wen Yinhu is full of disdain, he doesn't believe that anyone can write love poems about himself?!

Li Yun looked at Wen Yinhu and said, "Since you call yourself a love saint, then I will give you a real love poem." ”

"Listen up." Moon Yinhu said disdainfully.

"Go up to the west building alone without a word, and the moon is like a hook. Lonely Wutong deep courtyard lock Qingqiu. Cut constantly, the reason is still messy, it is sorrowful. Don't just have a general taste in mind. Li Yun said meaningfully.

As soon as this poem came out, the audience was silent, and Li Yun's poem did not have gorgeous rhetoric, but every word was spoken into people's hearts.

Especially the sentence "Cutting is still messy, it is sorrowful." Don't have a general taste in my heart", which is the finishing touch of the whole article.

Now listening to Wen Yinhu's poems, it is like chewing wax, it is really difficult to swallow, no wonder Li Yun can release bold words, it seems that people really have real materials.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!! ”

Speaking is a wise man in Linzi, he was invited to the banquet, never spoke, has been a bystander, first saw Li Yun's ability to pair, and now a love poem, all kinds of sorrow, is really a good poem for the ages.

And to be able to get the affirmation of Zhisuo, this is definitely something that Linzi Reading Mission is proud of.

"The old man has been literate and hyphenated for more than 50 years, and this love poem of Lord Lin is the most important in his life."

Li Yun saluted Zhisuo and said, "The old gentleman has won the award, but he just groaned casually." ”

"A casual chant is a good poem for the ages, is Lord Lin also a genius?" Zhisu said.

"Also? Has the old gentleman seen anyone else? ”

Zhisu said: "Of course, it is the Cloud King who is thousands of miles away. ”

"In this year's imperial examination, I was fortunate to witness King Yun, I am really not worth mentioning compared to him, how can I afford such a compliment from the old gentleman."

"King Yun is a genius through the ages, each of his poems is peerless, but adults can write poems comparable to him, and the future will be limitless." Zhisu said.

Hearing Zhisuo praise Li Yun like this, Gao Mang said: "It's just luck that I wrote a poem, is Zhisuo's evaluation too high?" ”

"Not high, not high, knowing words and people, Lord Lin can also be called a genius."

Gao Mang said disdainfully: "Since you are a genius, why not write a poem on this full moon day to cheer everyone up?" ”