There are too many ancient geniuses with the theme of Fengyue, whether it is to write about the grievances of Fengyue women, or lament the mud in Fengyue places, most of the talents can write some good poems and good words, but the fundamental reason why the Tang people write poems is ......

I'm so damn demoted again!

However, those bold poets will send their love for the landscape, or the wind and the moon, so that in addition to the poems that are full of ambition, there are also many landscape idylls and wind and moon poems. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this moment, Ru Su decided to use Fengyue as the theme, nothing more than that he felt that his fate was in ruins, and it was difficult to save himself in this quagmire.

As soon as he heard the theme of Fengyue, Baishan Yueyue, as the first suitor of Miss Rusu, naturally did not slack off, and immediately made a poem.

The Last Wind

In the end, the wind is violent, and Gu I laughs,

The center is mourning.

The wind is finally hazy, and Hui Ran is willing to come,

Don't come, think about it.

The wind will end, and there will be dawn in the future,

If you can't sleep, you will sneeze if you are willing to speak.

Dawn its yin, its thunder,

If you don't sleep, you are willing to speak.

As soon as this poem came out, it resonated with the entire Fengming Pavilion girls, they are all hard-working people, and the people who come here to have fun will be heartfelt to them? It's nothing more than throwing it away when you've had enough, and never paying attention.

In Baishan Yingyue's poem, it just mentioned that the woman was grieving because of the man's teasing and abuse, and wanted to leave, and then the plot changed, and because of the man's sudden departure, the woman's heart was hollow and she couldn't hold back her ambivalence.

The terrifying scenes such as the wind blowing away, the dust flying, the sun and the moon being bleak, and the thunder roaring mentioned in the poem set off the tragic fate of the woman, which can be regarded as remarkable.

"Good!"

Hearing this poem, Meng Yu couldn't help but say yes, it was true, because most of the girls in the entire Fengming Pavilion were hiding their faces and wiping their tears, and what they wanted was conveyed by this poem, so that they could be comforted in their hearts.

"The poems of the prince of the white mountains are really excellent!"

Meng Yu was very serious and said, "Accept my worship!" ”

He bowed and saluted, not because of the personality charm of Baishan Inviting the Moon, but because of the song "The Final Wind", he was in awe.

"Let Ziran laugh!"

Baishan invited Yue to laugh, smiled coldly in his heart, and said secretly: How is it? Mencius, do you have the ability to compose this kind of poem?

Ru Su couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, looked at Meng Yu, his eyes flashed, and he thought: Will he be such a person? Will he be obsessed with me?

She frowned and sighed, gave her own opinion, and said: "The poem of Baishan Gongzi mentions the ill-fated life of Fengyue women, and it goes straight to their hearts, whether it is from the perspective of Fengyue or the perspective of people's hearts, it is very well grasped, but Ru Su thinks that men in the world are not like that, and they are different!" ”

"So although this poem is excellent, it is not excellent, Ru Su's opinion is so, don't mind the prince of Baishan!"

"That's what Miss Rusu said!"

Bai Shan invited the moon to be graceful, and immediately accepted it humbly, but in fact, he said in his heart: Hehe, when I marry you back, you can only accept my poems at that time!

And Meng Yu smiled faintly and said, "Miss Rusu is really good at taking care of other people's feelings, and I don't want to think about how men in the world can be like me, and have nothing to do with Fengyue?" ”

Burst...

Confucius Ziyan directly squirted out a sip of tea, and then wiped it with a handkerchief, without saying a word.

Shameless! This black-faced kid is so shameless!

The girls of the entire Fengming Pavilion looked at Meng Yu with disdain, some of them suddenly laughed, and some of them were extremely disgusted, thinking that he was too pretentious.

And Bai Shan Yueyue's face was gloomy, he looked at Fang Xun and signaled to him.

Fang Xun nodded and said, "Brother Baishan really makes me wait, since this is the case, I will also make a poem for Miss Rusu to taste!" ”

Although Fang Xun is gentle, he still has some talent, his family is a businessman's family, but it doesn't mean that he can't write poetry.

He pondered for a moment and then spoke.

"Jiang Youbian"

There is a sque, and the son returns, not me.

I don't think so, and I regret it later.

Jiang Youzhu, the son of the return, not with me.

No, I am with, and then I am also.

Jiang Youtuo, the son returns, and I don't have to live.

If I don't pass, its howl will also sing.

He wrote a Yuefu poem, which is no longer a formal style in the Tang Dynasty, but it is not bad. Writing out the feelings of the Fengyue woman being spurned, running through the whole incident from the woman's point of view, it is exciting.

Meng Yu smiled and continued to eat his beef.

And Ru Su glanced at Meng Yu again, and said in his heart: If I follow him in the future, will he abandon me? Hehe... Don't think about it, he doesn't like Fengyue women!

She suddenly felt that her throat was dry, she picked up the teacup, covered it with her sleeve, took a sip, and then said: "Fang Gongzi is a little inappropriate this time, but it is also a masterpiece, although it is too desolate, but it is also deep in our hearts." ”

Fang Xun smiled slightly and said, "Thank you Miss Rusu for tasting!" ”

Meng Yu glanced at Confucius's face, only to see this gentle and elegant son smile in return, and said: "Since both of you write a poem, why don't I write a word!" ”

"Appealing to the Heart"

The east wind willow wants to be green.

The smoke is light and the rain is beginning to clear.

Annoyed that he Xiangge sleeps,

There are warblers in the chaos.

thin eyebrow leaf,

Dance waist light.

Overnight make-up.

A spring,

March is like the wind,

Connecting people.

This poem, the upper film is pleasant to the scenery, and the next film is to convey the feelings of the characters, using the spring breeze and willows to describe the beautiful scenery of spring, lining the graceful demeanor of the Xiangge woman, conveying the meaning of parting, the scenery and the love echo each other, the object and the person are together, like a subtle turn, and the emotion is lingering.

"Not bad!"

Meng Yu smiled, chewed cooked beef, and said in a slurping voice: "Gongzi Kong's attainments in poetry are not shallow!" ”

Confucius was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "See it!" ”

I have to say that Ru Su is a little lost tonight, and today's poems are extremely desolate and desolate, and she is a little lonely.

"Gongzi Kong, Ru Su was conjectural, and he didn't dare to say more, so he had to give a good word, and he was not surprised!"

When she said this, she looked at Meng Yu from time to time, and she looked sad.

And Meng Yu grinned, I'll go! Chick, if you say something like this, it will make the ladyboy of Baishan unhappy, don't mind, I still want to mix well in Chang'an.

And looking at Baishan Yueyue again, he was already angry, staring at Meng Yu with a dead face, with a fierce light in his eyes, and said in his heart: Meng Ziran, I see what kind of poems you can make!

Although Baishan Yingyue is jealous, but he is not a villain, he resents Meng Yu, but he is not angry with Ru Su, although he has a little dirty thoughts about Ru Su, but it does not mean that he does not really love this stunning beauty.

I'll go! Am I the one who ends up offending people?

Meng Yu wanted to cry without tears, he actually only had a good impression of Ru Su now, and he didn't reach the level of wanting to be together, so he didn't dare to go beyond the norm when the two were alone.

Several people looked at him, waiting for his poems, which made him blush.

Speechless...... I really plagiarized!

He shook his head helplessly, swallowed the food in his mouth, and took a sip of tea, which was very vulgar and made people frown and shake their heads.

The girls upstairs pouted and smiled, "The black-faced boy's poem is coming, and this guy doesn't know what kind of amazing poem he will make......

"But he's too vulgar, and he eats a little indecent, but he's unrestrained!"

"Indeed......"

………

While they lamented Meng Yu, they also felt that their fate was bumpy and too constrained.

Ay... Born in Fengyue, how to do it irrelevantly? To sell or not to sell is only a matter of time......

(To be continued)