Of course, it can't be too difficult, the experience of blind dates during this period of time has made him deeply realize that ancient women are not talented is really like this, and people like Li Qingzhao are very rare, which can be described as rare. Even a talented woman like Bai Zhihan is very rare. Besides, I'm looking for a wife, not a teacher. That's pretty much it.

Which poem is better? The scene is written, simpler, and touching, and it can't be too abrupt without any relationship.

What touched him the most these days was the unique set of cities in Chang'an City, the neat and uniform urban planning, which suddenly reminded Bai Juyi of the famous poem of Chang'an City, and said: "I am the first time to the capital, and I see the layout of the capital like a vegetable furrow and a chessboard, the magnificent momentum, very touching, I think of a poem by my friend, borrowed and used it well." He coughed lightly, shook his head and groaned:

Hundreds of thousands of houses are like a game of Go, and the 12th street is like a vegetable garden.

Distant recognition slightly into the morning fire, a star five doors west.

Zuo Gui's father is also the first time to come to the capital, but also the capital of the neat and uniform urban construction shocked, listen to Zuo Shaoyang's poem the capital thousands of households such as a Go box, the street seems to be a vegetable furrow to describe such a vivid image, coupled with the imagination of the court ministers in the early dynasty holding lanterns to line up in a long line to enter the palace gate to go to the court, quietly depicting the grand atmosphere of the capital and the magnificent scene of the king's leaders and ministers in the world, it can be described as a masterpiece of writing scenes.

Zuo Gui's father was amazed in his heart, but this was said by his son, although I don't know if he made it, it is not good to praise it, but he just smiled and nodded, thought about it, and said: "This poem is a little brief, but all women who know how to read and hyphenate should be able to read it, and it can't play the role of the school examination, so let's make another one, it's a little more difficult, it's best to use one or two allusions." ”

"That's it......" Zuo Shaoyang walked back and forth with a bitter face, it was a little more difficult, and he had to use allusions, there were not many Tang poems and Song poems that he could memorize, and there were also allusions, where could he think of it for a while.

Bai Zhihan saw that he was spinning around like a fly without a head, and knew that he had no clue, originally, the talent of becoming a poem in seven steps is not something that ordinary people can have, Zuo Shaoyang has just written a swan song-level poem within seven steps, which is already quite commendable, but the master wants him to write another poem, and it is a little more difficult, with allusions, in order to facilitate the investigation of other girls' talents, in such a short time, who can write a good poem in a hurry?

Bai Zhihan had the heart to help him think, but even if he went up by himself, he didn't have half an idea.

Zuo Shaoyang had no idea, stood still, ready to admit defeat, and saw Bai Zhihan's anxious and bright face like a bright moon, and suddenly remembered a famous poem by the famous Qing Dynasty lyricist Nalan surnamed De, and said: "I write words, okay?" ”

"Okay." Zuo Guidao.

Zuo Shaoyang thought about this poem in his heart, and slowly recited it:

Hard work is the most pitiful to the sky and the moon, the night is like a ring, and the night is a night.

If it is like the moon ring finally bright, do not give up the ice and snow for the heat.

Without that dust, it is easy to die, the swallow is still, and the soft curtain hook said.

Singing the autumn grave is not over, and the spring cong recognizes the amphibian butterfly.

When Zuo Shaoyang was in college, in order to chase girls, he laboriously memorized many famous ancient love poems, including the famous love poem surnamed Nalan De. It's a pity that the number of girls in their school is small, and they were quickly snatched up by the fast-skinned boys, and they didn't use a song in the end, but they didn't expect to travel to the Tang Dynasty and use it.

Zuo Gui's father and Bai Zhihan were stunned, I didn't expect Zuo Shaoyang to make such a wonderful poem in a moment, the word originated in the Sui and Tang dynasties of the five dynasties, in the beginning, the word was mainly used for songs, and there was no strict restriction on the use of rhyme, but I didn't expect Zuo Shaoyang's word card to be "butterfly love flower" The word is very focused on rhyme, and it is written in strict accordance with the rhyme requirements of the word card, which sounds more catchy and has a far-reaching artistic conception.

After a long time, Zuo Gui's father sighed, "Okay!" Bai Zhihan was already stupid, and was quiet in the artistic conception created by this poem.

Zuo Gui turned his head and asked Bai Zhihan: "Zhi'er, what do you think?" ”

After asking twice, Bai Zhihan suddenly woke up as if from a dream, and nodded excitedly: "Great!" ”

Zuo Shaoyang smiled: "Do you understand?" ”

"Well, young master, first of all, the moon in the sky is actually very pitiful, only one day in a month is round, and the other words are generally lacking from Yu Jue, if you can make the moon always be bright and bright when the full moon is reunited, even if you die like Xun Fengqian died to save her wife, you will not hesitate!"

Zuo Shaoyang admired in his heart, he could accurately interpret the artistic conception in the words after listening to it once, this poetry was really not covered, and smiled: "Do you know the allusion of Xun Fengqian's death for his wife?" ”

"Well, this is an allusion in "The World Speaks New Words", which says that Xun Fengqian's wife is sick, her body has a high fever, it is a cold winter, Xun Fengqian felt sorry for her wife, stripped naked and let the wind and snow blow cold in the courtyard, and then came back and hugged her to cool her down, repeating it many times, but she still failed to save her wife, her wife died, and Xun Fengqian also died of depression."

Speaking of this, Bai Zhihan's eyes had a crystal light, which seemed to be tears, but it didn't seem to be: "Xun Fengqian is ridiculed and ridiculed in "The World Says New Words", laughing at him for dying for a woman, but the young master's words are full of admiration and reverence for Xun Fengqian's sincere love with his wife. The quotation of this dictionary in the words can make people feel the young master's expectations for emotional infatuation, and make people feel the difference of the young master's talent. ”

Father Zuo Gui also smiled when he heard this, and nodded frequently.

Zuo Shaoyang said with a smile: "You explained it very well, let's talk about your understanding of this poem." ”

"Okay," Bai Zhihan said again: "The young master's words should be said about Xun Fengqian's depression and death before hanging his wife, he thought that the love in the world was so easy to break off, his wife was no longer there, only the swallow flew back, and fell on the curtain hook to murmur, even if the sorrow in front of the grave was finished, the sorrow in his heart did not stop at all, looking at the butterflies fluttering among the flowers, I really want to be with you like Liang Zhuhua butterfly can be with you forever. ”

After Bai Zhihan finished explaining, for a while, the room was quiet. The crystal-like light in Bai Zhihan's eyes became brighter and flickering, like ripples on the water surface on a moonlit night.

It is impossible for her to know the surname Nalan in the Qing Dynasty, and naturally she doesn't know that this poem is the surname of Nalan who hangs his deceased wife, and thinks that Xun Fengqian hangs his wife in the quoted allusions, but this explanation is also meticulous, completely in line with the artistic conception, and has become a poem lamenting Xun Fengqian's love story.

Zuo Shaoyang sighed: "To be honest, Zhi'er, you are much smarter than me, you only heard this poem once, and you remembered it by heart, even if you can explain it, you really will never forget it." ”

Bai Zhihan hadn't come out of the pathos of the poetic conception just now, and with a sad voice, he said to Zuo Gui's father: "Master, the young master's poetry is really outstanding, and in less than half a cup of tea, he made two wonderful poems, which is the champion of today's talent department, I am afraid that it will be difficult to write such good poems in such a short time." ”

Zuo Shaoyang smiled secretly in his heart, thinking that he wanted to copy other people's poems, of course, it was easy to come by, where to think, the poems written by Bai Juyi and Nalan surnamed De, one of the two greatest poets in history, are naturally incomparable to the top of the ordinary talent imperial examination.

Bai Zhihan's words won the heart of Zuo Gui's father, and he twisted his beard and said: "Well, Zhong'er, next year's county test, you can try it, if you can get a Jinshi Gongsheng, it will also be a good thing for the glorious court." ”

Zuo Shaoyang turned his head and glared at Bai Zhihan fiercely, but Bai Zhihan's words just now did not suggest that Zuo Shaoyang should take the imperial examination, and it was not even a disguised suggestion, but he praised his poetry and talent and couldn't even compare with the top of Xiucai, so it was not a violation of their original agreement, but these words aroused Zuo Gui's father's expectations, and he said the idea of letting him participate in the imperial examination next year.

Zuo Shaoyang was reluctant to participate in the imperial examination as an official, but it was not good for outsiders to directly oppose his father's proposal, so he made an excuse: "Father, I said that this poem was not written by me, but by my friend." I don't have what it takes to write poetry. ”

"That Du Fu again?" Zuo Gui's father also thought that Zuo Shaoyang was shirking, and said with a calm face.

"No, no, it's another friend, named, this, Bai Juyi's. The other poem was written by a person named Nalan surnamed De. ”

"Bai Juyi? Nalan surname De? Zuo Gui and Bai Zhihan glanced at each other, naturally unaware of this poet in the middle and late Tang Dynasty, and looked at a loss. I thought that a poet who could write such a wonderful poem, why did the two people who read poetry books never even hear it? Presumably, it was Zuo Shaoyang who was prevaricating again.

Now that outsiders are present, Zuo Gui didn't want to delve into this topic, so he turned his head and asked the shopkeeper Bao: "What does Brother Bao think?" ”

The shopkeeper Bao is a businessman and has no knowledge, but listening to this poem also rhymes and is catchy, and seeing that the two of them are so respectful, it is naturally a good poem, and he smiled and said: "Very good!" This poem is going to be taken out, if the woman's family is really a scholarly family, it must be a treasure of love, and she will also admire Zuo Gongzi's talent, this family affair is better to say, hehe, it's just that I use this poem to test the talent of other girls? ”

Zuo Shaoyang said: "You can ask her what she writes in this poem, ask her if she likes this poem, especially the latter one, and ask her what allusions are used in the words, and that's it." ”

"It's so easy, it's easy to do! Write the poem down for me, right? ”

Zuo Shaoyang said: "Zhi'er, you can help me write!" ”

Bai Zhihan agreed, picked up the pen to write, stopped again, and said with a smile: "Young master, it's best for you to write this poem yourself." ”

"Why?"

"This is a blind date poem, if I write it, in the future, people will see that the handwriting is wrong, and they will think that the young master asked someone to catch the pen and plagiarize it, but it is not good to have a misunderstanding."

(To be continued)