Shangguan Yi's old face was calm and confident, and he expressed his ambition through the poem of the cicada. Everyone was shocked by his pride and ambition for a while.

Is it true that everyone who has become a talented person is ambitious, young and frivolous? Li Yaowei thought, and thought to himself, how can I look like a salted fish?

No, who said I didn't have ambitions? My ambition is to become the first writer in the early Tang Dynasty, and then, there are three thousand beauties in the harem!

When Li Yaowei thought of this, he suddenly felt that he was very majestic, and he was an aspiring young man with five good qualities.

……

After the beginning of Shangguanyi, some famous talents came forward to show their works, including Ma Wencai, who thinks highly of himself. In the early Tang Dynasty, Tang poetry had not really formed its own style, and during the Zhenguan period from Li Yuanwude to Li Shimin, the poems were mainly based on the theme of Han Yuefu. Especially some miscellaneous poems.

However, after Li Yaowei read it carefully, he felt that there were still some people who wrote well, but he always felt that it was not as good as Shangguanyi's. Some words are too flowery, but the ideas are empty.

"Childe, what did you write today?" Du Manwan asked in a low voice.

"Guess!"

Du Manwan: "......"

Xiaoxuan: "......"

"Childe doesn't want to share it with me?" Du Manwan opened his mouth quietly.

"No, I'm going to wait until you've shown it to me, and then I'll think about whether or not to show it to you?" Li Yaojian smiled.

"Why?"

"If you're better than me, then I'm not going to be embarrassed in front of you, and if you're not as good as mine, then show it off. Ha ha! ”

Du Manwan: "......"

Xiaoxuan: "......"

……

Half an hour later, no one showed their works, and those who did not want to show them were just thinking that they were too bad, so as not to laugh at them.

Seeing that there was no one, Mo Jiang stood up and spoke: "Then it's up to me to offer ugliness, and then let Miss Du and Li Gongzi's poetry finale, and then let everyone have enough time to appreciate it." Mo Jiang said politely. Then he asked the scholar to unfold the rice paper on which he had written the verses.

"Song of the Willows"

The rainstorm mercilessly broke my waist,

The remnants of the body are two minutes high.

Long roots but bury deep in the earth,

A few days later, the green sprouts have been handsome.

I like to hear the theme of Yongliu, but Mojiang's Yongliu poems are not like those that Li Yaowei has seen, which laments the graceful and colorful willow trees. Rather, it describes the willow tree that sprouts again after being destroyed by wind and rain, showing the tenacious vitality of the willow tree, which is unique.

"Mo Gongzi is so literate!" Someone shouted.

"Zheng Zheng iron bones, immortal especially life, Mo Gongzi writes about Liu, and praises people!"

……

"Thank you for your kind words!" Mo Jiang responded to everyone's praise one by one.

Li Yaowei smiled, clenched his fists and said: "This poem is a quatrain, and there are few people who fill it in, and Mojiang Gongzi is really talented." ”

"Quatrain?" Others were reminded by Li Yaowei, and they also re-read it, and then they all sighed: "We are ignorant, we didn't see ......."

The quatrain originated in the Han and Wei dynasties, and was already finalized in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, but there were very few people before the Sui and Tang dynasties, and there were few quatrain works in the early Tang Dynasty. The well-known quatrains in modern times are all written after Li Bai, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.

Quatrains are similar to rhythmic poems, with strict requirements for rhythm and rhyme, but there are only four sentences, and there is no need to fight. But it's also very difficult to do.

"Mo Gongzi is talented, and he is really a role model for my generation." Du Manwan sighed.

"Brother Mo is only able to learn and admire, I admit defeat." Shangguan Yi smiled.

"Meeting friends with poetry is not a fame and reputation, I am also a clumsy work, you don't have to be polite." Mo Jiang responded with a smile. is worthy of being a famous talent, knowledge, personality, and conversation make people unable to find faults, compared to those so-called sons, such as Liu Mao, Ma Wencai and others are really virtuous and talented.

"Miss Du, it's time for us to meet, right?" Mo Jiang said with a smile.

Du Manwan bowed, opened the rice paper with the maid, and the neat and beautiful block letters slowly appeared in front of everyone......

"Mochizuki Yin"

Jasper silver hook comes one after another,

Frost blooms into the west of the attic.

Snow in the Guanghan Palace,

Noon in front of the roots of the laurel tree.

When the fireflies are born, they fight for the sun and the moon,

The lotus flower is dust after autumn.

Double Flying Butterfly Regret Tragedy,

The phoenix should be embraced.

Loneliness, helplessness, sadness, anticipation...... A woman who lives in a secluded window all the year round looks at the moon and expresses her thousands of sorrows through a poem. Her loneliness, just like the fairy Chang'e, is confined alone in the Guanghan Palace, feeling the coldness of the night and the loneliness of being unaccompanied; Wu Gang, who is constantly wielding an axe, will always cut down this laurel tree, and for millions of years, in the scorching heat and cold winter, he can only be trapped on the moon, bitter and tired.

Du Manwan is very beautiful, her talent is outstanding, and she is a famous lady in Beijing, but Shaohua is fleeting, no matter how beautiful a woman is, her youth is only a few years. The light of fireflies dares to compete with the sun and the moon, but there are only a few years to compete for; The lotus flower is beautiful, elegant and fragrant, but after autumn, it withers into the mud and finally turns into dust.

The most beautiful youth, Du Manwan seems to have missed it, now she is nearly twenty years old, she is already an older leftover girl, and there is not much time left for her youth, she can only use poetry to express her sadness.

At the same time, she also expects that love is one of the most desirable beauties of human beings. Du Manwan is looking forward to love, and expects a man who truly loves her to accompany her for a lifetime. She doesn't want to be like Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, with a tragic ending, she likes Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun, vigorous, not caring about poverty and worldly eyes, not afraid of their parents' obstruction, loving and loving, and accompanying each other for a lifetime.

Many people at the scene could also see it, including Li Yaoji, Mo Jiang and others, and many women were in tears when they heard it. They all knew what happened to Du Manwan, sympathized, but couldn't help.

……

"Clumsy is an eyesore, and everyone laughs." Du Manwan smiled slightly.

"Miss Du, you don't have to be modest, we can't compare with such masterpieces...... Hopefully, Miss Du's wish will come true. Mo Jiang said.

Du Manwan bowed, "Thank you Mo Gongzi for his auspicious words." "How easy is it to make your wish come true? Du Manwan smiled bitterly in her heart, but suddenly thought of Li Yaoji, the man who successfully answered at the scene of recruiting relatives, but it was a pity......

"Xiaoxuan, what happened to Du Manwan?"

"I heard that her father had too many concerns and was unwilling to let her make her own decisions about the marriage, so he kept dragging his ......"

Alas! Li Yaowei sighed, how many women in ancient times could live freely? Under the oppression of feudal thought, women are just accessories of men, even the avant-garde Fifth Yao finally follows the will of his parents.

"Then why did she make a marriage that day?"

"Uncle...... It's clear that she did it herself, and if it were true, you would have been arrested a long time ago......"

“……”

"Li Gongzi, we heard that you also have experience in poetry, I don't know if you also have poetry today, let us have a look."

Li Yaojian shook his head, "No." ”

Everyone regretted that his poems at that time were written by luck? Or is today's topic not for him? Li Yaojian changed his words, "I brought something new." ”

"Oh? New? Is it a new style of poetry? ”

As the rice paper unfolded, everyone fixed their eyes......