After a full meal and wine, all the talented people in the drunken Xiaolou knew that the next major event was coming. Sure enough, the shopkeeper Hu has already stepped onto the high platform at this time, "The old man is here to thank you for your love, today is the middle of the month, you all gather here to participate in the poetry meeting, the old man is very happy!" Thanks to all of you for being able to undertake such a fortunate event, it is really my luck to be drunk! Everyone can participate in this poetry meeting, and everyone present will select the best poems, and Miss Wei Siyi Wei from Cuiyuan Building will give you a poem title! …..” Hu Zhangsu announced the rules of today's poetry meeting with a smile on the stage, and everyone in the audience couldn't bear it anymore.

"Hu Zhang, we all know the rules, let's hurry up and let Miss Wei come up with the questions for me!" I saw a young man in a dark blue plain silk robe, shouting on the stage!

Shopkeeper Hu smiled, "Since this is the case, then the old decay will not waste time, and the following will be the topic of the first round of today's poetry meeting for everyone." After speaking, he flicked his beard, picked up his clothes and walked off the stage. Listening to the words on the stage, Chu Ze smiled, just drinking on the side, quietly watching this poetry meeting, such a happy day!

After the shopkeeper Hu stepped down, he saw a girl coming up on the stage, bending slightly, and giving a salute, "The little woman is not talented, you have been waiting for a long time!" Today, the shopkeeper Hu invited to participate in the poetry meeting here, which is really the luck of the little woman..."The sound is like a yellow warbler out of the valley, as wonderful as Juanjuan spring water, refreshing people's hearts. The crowd in the audience has already begun to stir, and the temperature in the entire lobby seems to have suddenly risen by a few degrees!

Chu Ze looked at the bustling crowd in the lobby and said silently, "Spring hasn't arrived yet, has spring begun to sprout?" Alas, what a bunch of flirtatious teenagers! "Looking up at the stage, I saw that the girl on the stage was eighteen or nineteen years old, with a round goose egg face, big black eyes, white skin as fresh as new, and a gorgeous and vulgar atmosphere all over her body." It's really a beauty, this is a pure natural and wild beauty, and the artificial transformation in later generations is far from comparable", Chu Ze's heart jumped a few times unconsciously, and he smiled, "Do I want my heart to sprout?" ”

The voice on the stage continued, "The little girl was born in the south of the Yangtze River, but now she lives in Chang'an, every time she misses her hometown, she can't sleep at night. The little woman is here waiting for your masterpiece! After speaking, he slowly gave a salute.

After listening to Miss Wei's words, all the turbulent teenagers began to think about the poems about homesickness. Everyone can chant a few words, but it is difficult to be brilliant, a hundred people have a hundred hometowns, it seems to be a simple question, but it is not like this!

A personable young man on the table next to Chu Ze frowned for a while, and then said to the young man next to him with relief: "Brother Wang, you are the best at this homesick poem, it seems that the head of today's poetry club will be in your pocket!" ”

The man next to him, who was called Brother Wang, raised his head, and then smiled proudly and said, "It's not like this, if it's really as my brother said, I will come out on top, and I will be rewarded with ten yuan for that name, and I will treat you to Cuiyuan Building at night!" ”

"Brother, thank you Brother Wang here!" The boy smiled.

Hearing the conversation next to him, Chu Ze stood up and walked over and gave a salute: "Brothers, my little brother is disturbed!" There is also a reward for the first place in this poetry club? ”

The young man pursed his lips, glanced at Chu Ze and said, "This brother looks ruthless, it's the first time he came to participate in the poetry meeting?" ”

"It's the first time I've come, so I'm not very familiar with this rule, and I heard what my brother said about the reward of ten dollars, so I came to ask!"

"Since that's the case, then I'll tell you the rules in detail...."The young man was also patient, and he heard that Chu Ze was the first to enthusiastically talk about the rules for Chu Ze. It turns out that this poetry meeting is not only held once a month, but also the poetry meeting will be awarded ten yuan for the first place of the month in each month, and a larger poetry meeting will be held in the Mid-Autumn Festival every year, and the poetry of the year will be selected among the top names of the monthly poetry meeting!

"Thank you duly!" After listening to the young man's explanation, Chu Ze gave a salute and returned to his seat. "Haha, isn't this Datang's Avenue of Stars! Just singing instead of writing poetry! "The first place in the poetry club also has a reward of ten yuan, Chu Ze is excited! Originally, I thought that I would buy something for Ya Mei'er and her mother with the money from selling bean sprouts, but I returned all of them to Gao Zhe, and I had no money left. It's really sleepy, someone will send a pillow, now it's okay, and I have money to buy things for my sister, thinking of the little girl Chu Ze smiled dotingly.

Yes, Chu Ze has already begun to think about how to spend the ten times of money, as a traverser, Chu Ze is not worried that the poem he wrote will not get the first name, with the memory of later generations, if he can't even get the first name of this poetry club, then he should really find a tree and hang himself, it's too embarrassing!

arranged for Xiao Er to take pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Chu Ze began to be embarrassed, not that he couldn't write poems, but that there were too many poems, and he didn't know which one to choose! "Bright moonlight in front of the bed" But now it's not at night, how can there be a bright moon, it doesn't fit the scene, this song is not good! Chu Ze shamelessly started the road of plagiarism, as for whether the poet can write good works in the future, then he doesn't care, who let Chu Ze be born early! Thinking that thousands of years later, the author behind the poems that have been passed down through the ages in the textbook is his own name, Chu Ze began to laugh again, and the laughter was unbearable!

Chu Qing on the side couldn't stand it anymore, and pushed Chu Ze, "Second brother, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Ahh Not.. Brother, I'm fine! Wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth, Chu Ze smiled embarrassedly.

Gangnam, homesickness. With Chu Ze lifting the pen and writing freely, Chu Ze's grandfather in the previous life loved calligraphy for ten minutes, and Chu Ze practiced calligraphy hard under the influence of his grandfather since he was a child, and he wrote with a brush and calligraphy very well!

'Seeing the cold wind in Chang'an City, I want to write a book. I can't say enough in a hurry, and the pedestrians are about to open the seal. Chu Ze changed the word Luoyang to Chang'an, a poem written by the Tang Dynasty poet Zhang Ji, who was living in Luoyang City at the time of his writing. It was autumn, and the autumn wind evoked the poet's lonely feelings of being alone in a foreign land, causing feelings of longing for his hometown and relatives, so he wrote this poem. With a unique technique to express the mood of homesickness, this poem is different in that it is deep and shallow, with twists and turns in gentleness, at first glance, a few words, a fine taste, but there is infinite meaning.

After Chu Ze finished writing, he gave it to Xiao Er, who handed it to Miss Wei on the stage, and Miss Wei read it out in public, and the three most outstanding songs were selected by all the talents in the audience, and then the second round of written exams was conducted!

At this time, Miss Wei had already begun to recite poems on stage, and her beautiful voice added a bit of beauty to the poems. The hometown is even more timid, and he doesn't dare to ask anyone. "The beautiful sound adds a bit of beauty to the verse! This poem was written by Brother Wang, a young man in white not far from Chu Ze. After Miss Wei read this poem, the audience immediately cheered!

"What a masterpiece!" A young man shook his head.

"I don't know who made such a masterpiece!" An old man with gray hair also shook his head, and Chu Ze couldn't help but laugh, "At such an old age, you still come to participate in this poetry meeting?" ”

Hearing everyone's praise, the royal brother smiled, stood up and arched his hand, "It's not talented, thank you for your love!" There was a smug look in his tone.

"It turned out to be Wang Zhiyuan, then it's no wonder!" The crowd began to talk again.

Isn't there a voice coming from the stage, one poem after another comes out, and everyone in the audience is also enjoying listening, or praising or ridiculing!

"People are most homesick in other places, especially their wives at home, when they go home, their wives and children are hot on the kang" Everyone on the stage laughed when they heard Miss Wei read this poem.

"It's poetry!"

"It's a waste of poetry"

This poem is written by the fat tiger, as a famous gentleman in Chang'an City, who fights chickens and dogs on weekdays, where is there a lively place to go inside, today is also with a group of gentlemen to this drunken tower to participate in the poetry meeting, but I want to show that there is this poem that can be regarded as a poem!

Hearing everyone's uncontrollable laughter, the big fat face turned even redder, and shouted loudly, "Laugh!" I'll see who laughs again! ”

The ferocity of the fat tiger stopped everyone's laughter, but the body was swaying, and the whole scene was very funny!