"Then is the widow deceiving me, and no one cares? Alas! ”

An old man with white flowers said coldly and resentfully, startling Li Gouyu. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Alas, he is also a master who worries about the country and the people, and the most capable of changing the society in the Ming Dynasty is the scholar, but the students are all whitewashed and decorated with peace, and they are bored to memorize some eight-share articles, where will anyone really care about any national affairs?

The current rebellion of the Japanese Invaders, to put it bluntly, is mainly because of Wen Tian and Wu Xi, people are superficial, and officials are inactive!

"Thinking about the time when Lu Fangweng was dying, he wrote a "Shi'er", and his patriotism was clearly revealed, why didn't I have such a stylish official in Daming?"

There is an interesting phenomenon that Li Gouyu has not yet understood, the Ming Dynasty is pervasive, but it is also a well-known "democracy", at least the democracy of the Ming Dynasty is much better than that of the Qing Dynasty, it can be said that batches of people were taken away by Fanzi, and batches of people continued to talk about the government on the pole.

"What the old man said is, if every official in my Ming Dynasty can do a good job, how can my people in the Ming Dynasty be so worried?"

Xie Mingrui scolded the same, this person was from a family of Jinyi Wei.

"Yes, yes, I heard that many local health centers in Jiangnan have been abandoned, and the officials are only thinking about filling their own pockets every day and doing nothing. I just know how to run away with silver! ”

Another student also said: "Alas, if you and I are lucky enough to set foot in the officialdom one day, we will not be such incompetent officials!" ”

"Okay, Brother Liu said it well, what he said can be described as three points into the wood, so relieving! In the next Bucai, I am also willing to write a poem, learn from Lu Fangweng, have the world in mind, and serve the country and the people! ”

Pingdu Zhang Qianhao said.

"Good! Brother Zhang is mighty! Zhang Mengli also rose with the strength of wine, and played the beat of Lile in the poetry book "National Style", which was waiting for Zhang Qianfu to write poems.

A group of students either beat the beat, or beat the table to the rhythm, just waiting for Zhang Qianfu to write poems.

Zhang Qian is also a talented person, and his export is a chapter, and after a while, poetry will be endowed.

"The Japanese slave left the sea paper,

Kou Nan has been fighting year after year.

I have been talking for a long time,

The urn concubine scolded! ”

The dog listened to it with his ears, and it was a hidden poem.

The first word of each poem is connected by the words of the Japanese and the wolf.

The word "Wakou" is to closely follow the current theme of anti-Japanese resistance, and Fang Weng is the number of Lu You, in order to show the mentality of the current students and the people of the Ming Dynasty!

"Good poetry, good poetry, I can't imagine that Brother Zhang is so talented! It's just the best place for me to be a student in Shandong! Haha, good! ”

The old man who was just sighing also praised sincerely.

This poem is quite imposing, especially with the heavy tone and beat of the ancients, it is not only catchy to recite, but also makes people's blood boil! Many of the students blushed and looked indignant!

Fang Cai's feelings of worrying about the country and the people were expressed in poems and essays at one time, which was quite relieving!

"If you are ugly, who will write a poem again? I, Zhang Qian, would like to personally dance the sword for him! ”

When the servant heard this, he sent a sword.

Most of the people who go out to travel will hold swords, one is to defend themselves, and the other is to be literary and elegant, which is also the privilege of lifting people, and Zhang Qian is naturally no exception.

The sword is unsheathed, and by taking advantage of the cold winter weather, it is even more cold and imposing.

Now the atmosphere of the students has reached a high tide, and many students are eager to try it, and many of them are even dipped in wine and write on the table first.

"Brother Zhang's poetry is atmospheric and mighty, right! Bow down! ”

An old man dipped in wine and paddled for a long time, and after reciting for a long time, he felt that the poems he wrote did not seem to have that momentum, so he shook his head.

Most of the literati test poems are not allowed, if you feel that your poems are above the poets, you will definitely recite them! But if your poems are not as good as others, you generally won't take them out to offer ugliness.

When Cui Hao was in the Yellow Crane Tower, didn't even the poet Immortal Li Bai shake his head and feel ashamed?

This is called the style of the literati.

"Indeed, in the next poem, it is not as good as Brother Zhang!" Another student is also Tao.

Poetry is a thing that rhymes and profound, although there are only a few crosses, it can be more elaborate on words! It's really not something that ordinary people can play.

Zhang Qian's poem is not the best that will be handed down to future generations, but it is expensive in the right place, and no one can stand out for a while!

glanced at each other tentatively, and most of the students shook their heads, not as good as it gets.

"Brother Zhang is mighty, this poem is the leader of today's poetry club! Come, I'll toast you. A student said that he was going to toast, and no one here could surpass him, so people naturally had to give Zhang Qian some "rewards".

Zhang Qian, who was holding the sword, was a little proud, so he had to reach out to catch it.

Literati, they like fame, and today they have been praised by everyone, although it is not a big deal, but this inn is a provincial person, and it is not glamorous?

"Brother Zhang is really the leader of poetry! It's amazing. ”

The old man's wine glass was about to be handed over, and he sighed sincerely.

The elegant Zhang Qian was also about to receive it, and he was triumphant.

But people, I am afraid that there will be cold water, and at this time, someone suddenly came down with a basin of cold water: "I don't think it may!" ”

The speaker was the student surnamed Sun who had uncovered the dog before.

Li Gouyu, don't you boast of being talented? Let you make a fool of yourself in public today!

The student surnamed Sun thought about this unceremoniously breaking the news: "Last year, Li Weiguo gave a lot of articles in Jinan City, why didn't you ask this person to write a poem today?"

Maybe, maybe it's more romantic than Brother Zhang's writing! ”

The yin and yang weirdness of the words looks like Li Gou's leftovers, but in fact, he wants Li Gou's leftovers to be ugly! Don't you Li Gouyu boast of being talented, isn't it a provincial solution? Why not come up with some real charters?

Luo Gui is in his thirties and almost forty, so he can naturally hear the catty in this, and glanced at Li Gouyu with some concern, this person put Li Gouyu on the table to roast, doesn't he want Li Gouyu to be ugly? The dog leftover brother may parry?

"Hmph, I want to see how talented this Li Gou is!"

Probably because of the drinking, Zhang Qian was furious, looked at Li Gouyu and said: "Yes, you are a provincial Jieyuan, why don't you also write a poem?" Let the people in this inn now see how talented you Li Weiguo is! ”

Zhang Qian is about to receive a toast from this leader! Now that this has to be retracted, how can it not be embarrassing? With the strength of the wine, the embarrassment turned into anger, and they all called out to Li Gouyu.

Li Gou was helpless, he was really shot while lying down!

"Brother Zhang is talented, and my brother is ashamed." Li Gou left his hand.

"Brother Li is polite, since he is Xie Yuan, he naturally has some real skills! As the Xie Yuan of the Yi Mao Branch, how can you really not have any kung fu? Brother Li, don't be polite! ”

Zhang Qiandao.

"Yes, Brother Dog, why don't you recite a superb poem?" The student surnamed Sun deliberately pronounced the word dog left very heavy, and said in his heart, but a bun, I won't let you be ugly today, even if I am sorry for the dead Brother Wu! (To be continued.) )