On the high platform, two little maids accompanied Bai Xiaokui.

Bai Xiaokui wrote a note and handed it to the little maid on the left, who took the note to the edge of the high platform, stretched out the bead curtain with her hand, and handed the note to the old bustard.

The bustard showed the contents of the note in public.

There are two words on it, New Year!

Write poems and lyrics with the theme of the New Year.

Among the guests, literati, as well as learned businessmen and Jianghu people, all began to shake their heads, and there were words in their mouths, and soon, a young man in Tsing Yi got up and said loudly: "Linglong'er girl, there is a song below......

So boring!

This is the direct feeling that the poetry will give to Zhou An, perhaps because of the relationship of identity and status, Zhou An has no feeling for such a thing as fame and wealth with poetry with talent, and he doesn't have the heart, and he has a long time with those so-called talents.

This may also be related to the fact that Zhou An himself does not know how to compose poetry, and he does not experience the joy of composing poetry.

Of course, he can't compose poetry, but he still can.

In the history of his previous life, there have been too many famous literati who have been passed down through the ages, and there are many, many poems that have been passed down through the ages.

For example, there are really too many poems with the theme of the New Year, and Zhou An's favorite is Wang Anshi's "Yuan Ri".

The boy in Tsing Yi chanted a poem and won the house.

Immediately, another man in white got up and wrote a poem, which also won the full house.

Liangzhou is next to Zhongzhou and is a prosperous place, so the literary style of Liangzhou is still very strong, and the talents of Liangcheng also have some skills, and they also compete with each other.

Zhou An didn't have the intention of competing with them, but now is not the time to be low-key, he himself can be low-key, but Pan Yuanyu must show his face.

After the guests present wrote more than ten poems one after another, Zhou An tilted his body and whispered to Pan Yuanyu: "You write it down carefully, don't say the wrong ......"

Pan Yuanyu was in a hurry, how could he have the ability to compose poetry, but he couldn't compose poetry, he had to show his face, so he could only hold back...... I didn't hold it back.

Zhou An whispered to him, repeated it several times, Pan Yuanyu looked a little embarrassed, and then eased up, and looked at Zhou An a few times in surprise, he didn't know that Zhou An still had such skills.

Of course, Zhou An couldn't tell him clearly, although the poem was copied, he didn't take the initiative to explain the reason.

"Wang Gongzi is talented, if you want to come to this year's Lantern Festival Poetry Meeting, you must be invited to ...... Anything else? Anything else? The old bustard first praised the son who had written poetry before, and then asked.

No one got up for a while, and the literati who were really capable and learned had already written poems before, although some people also made a second poem, but this was not something that could be thought of for a while.

"In Xia Wu Chengqi! There is a poem......" Pan Yuanyu got up and said, looking at Bai Xiaokui behind the bead curtain, "Linglong girl, I don't know if you would like to listen?" ”

"Wu Gongzi, please." Bai Xiaokui's voice was gentle and jurate.

"Ahem! The poem is called "Yuan Ri...... In the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu, and thousands of households always replace the new peach with the old charm! ”

After Pan Yuanyu finished chanting, the lobby fell silent, silent.

After a while, there was a buzzing whisper, and the eyes of many people looking at Pan Yuanyu changed.

Wang Anshi's "Yuan Ri" is very lethal, this seven-word quatrain that has been passed down through the ages, can be called the representative work of the ancients in Zhou An's previous life about the New Year, although this poem is very easy to understand, there is no gorgeous rhetoric, but the more so, the more it can show its good!

The highest state of a poet can be defined by "the road to simplicity", under the premise of conforming to the rules of rhyme and neatness, the more easy to understand the poem, the more it can be called a good poem and a good word.

For example, Li Bai's "Silent Night Thoughts", Wang Wei's "Memories of Shandong Brothers on September 9", Wang Zhilian's "Climbing the Yellow Crane Tower" and so on. It can even be said that the vast majority of poems that have been passed down through the ages are very easy to understand and easy to understand.

It's very, very difficult to make it easy to understand!

Because the rules of composing poems are too harsh, it is really difficult to write poems within the rules in an easy-to-understand manner!

In Zhou An's previous life, there is also a story of "Bai Juyi wrote poems and asked the old woman", which says that after Bai Juyi wrote poems, he would ask the illiterate old lady if she could understand it, and if she didn't understand it, he would change it, and so on until the old lady could understand.

……

"Good poetry! Good poetry! Wu Gongzi is a great talent! In the buzzing noise, Bai Xiaokui's voice suddenly sounded, this was the first time she personally opened her mouth to praise, which made the scene suddenly quiet again.

"Wu Gongzi, can you write this poem "Yuan Ri" on paper and send it to the slave family ......" Bai Xiaokui said again.

"Good!" Pan Yuanyu replied with one word.

Zhou An immediately whispered a few words to Pan Yuanyu, he was reminding Pan Yuanyu how to write individual words, don't write the wrong words.

Many of the guests present cast jealous glances at Pan Yuanyu, and there were even more unhappy people, but they couldn't help it, unless they could make better poems, they couldn't even speak.

The old bustard personally sent paper and pen, and Pan Yuanyu wrote the poem and handed it to the old bustard.

Pan Yuanyu's handwriting is not bad, but he will not be ashamed.

"Anything else? Anything else? After the paper with the poem arrived in Bai Xiaokui's hand, the old bustard in the audience began to ask again.

Without!

Zhuyu is in front of him, and no one dares to come out to "show his eyes" anymore.

But the poetry meeting did not end because of this, and the old bustard once again asked Bai Xiaokui to start the second round...... Bai Xiaokui's second round of questions is - Yuan Xi!

In fact, it refers to the Lantern Festival, because the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month is also called the Shangyuan Festival, also called the Yuan Festival.

This poetry meeting is an "audition" for the Lantern Festival poetry meeting, which can be regarded as a warm-up, so Yuan Xi can almost be said to be a must-have topic.

Although the Lantern Festival has not yet arrived, there is a Lantern Festival every year, and naturally there will be no one who can't make poems because they don't understand the Lantern Festival, and they can't write poems, which can only be said to be not knowledgeable.

After the old bustard announced the title, two people immediately got up at the same time.

At that time, they didn't make poems instantly, but they were already prepared, some of them didn't really have real talent and wanted to show their faces, and even found someone to buy poems about Yuan Xi in advance.

"Miss Linglong'er, I wrote a song about ...... yesterday"

"There is a poem below, please taste the Linglong girl and everyone present......"

The two people who got up at the same time were a little talkative, they also looked at each other, and the smell of gunpowder was very strong.

"Two sons, don't worry, come one by one......" The old bustard immediately stepped forward to play the round.

Zhou An looked at it, feeling more and more bored.

What is there to fight for in this group of cannon fodder?

He looked at Pan Yuanyu again, and then leaned closer and whispered: "You remember ......" Zhou An and Pan Yuanyu whispered for a while, what he told Pan Yuanyu this time was not poetry, but words, a good word that has been passed down through the ages!

Half an hour later.

There have been more than 20 poems on the spot, and the poems are naturally good and bad, but the atmosphere is warm, and there are no works that are enough to crush, and the contrast is not obvious, so even those ordinary poems have won a full house.

"Anything else? Anything else? The old bustard began to ask again.

Many people looked at Pan Yuanyu.

Pan Yuanyu was in the limelight before, naturally he had been targeted, and now with Yuanxi as the theme, so many people have made corresponding poems, but Pan Yuanyu didn't do it, which attracted some disdainful eyes, and some people shouted: "Wu Gongzi, haven't you thought about it yet?" ”

Pan Yuanyu glanced at the person who spoke, then got up and said, "There is a poem below, please taste it...... Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind. More blows down, stars like rain. BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night. Moth snow willow golden wisps. The laughter is full of dark fragrance. The crowd is looking for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim. ”

It's quiet again.

Xin Qiji's "Qingyu Case: Yuan Xi", in Zhou An's opinion, is the best word about the Lantern Festival, there is no one!

"Thousands of people are looking for him......"

Suddenly, I looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim...... Wonderful! Wonderful! ”

Gradually, some literati began to read the words, and they were really shocked!

As soon as this word comes out, who can compare?!

"Wu Gongzi is talented, and he is ashamed of himself." One person got up and saluted Pan Yuanyu, and then forced the crowd away and walked away, it was the person who asked Pan Yuanyu if he wanted to think about that person before, but he was able to bend and stretch, and he was very literati.

The second part is terminated.

Next, Bai Xiaokui didn't ask the question again, because it was too late.

She stroked another tune and left.

The event is over.

Many people in the lobby were reluctant to leave for a long time, they were all waiting, waiting for Bai Xiaokui to invite someone over...... Although it may not have been invited, the old bustard did not speak, and no one knew what the situation would be.

Not long after, the old bustard who had left with Bai Xiaokui came out again.

She went straight to Pan Yuanyu's table.

Many people showed a look of "sure enough", some disappointed, some jealous, but there was really no way at all, because Pan Yuanyu took out those two poems before It was really too strong, especially the latter poem, which is likely to spread all over the world in a short period of time and be repeatedly appreciated by people in the world.

When the old bustard arrived at the table, Pan Yuanyu got up directly, folded the fan, and wanted to pay tribute to the old bustard.

But the old bustard didn't even look at her, and when she arrived at the table, she leaned over and bowed her head to Zhou An and said, "Childe, Miss Linglong'er, please come into the room for a while." ”

Pan Yuanyu froze, and the whole person was stunned, not a question of whether he could get off the stage, but ...... That's not right!

Everyone present was also stunned! Which one is this singing?

If you want to say that the most confused, it is Zhou An himself.

He was shocked, turned his head to look at the old bustard, and blinked his eyes twice before saying, "Please me?" I? ”

"Yes, it's you." The old bustard nodded.

Zhou An was completely confused.

What's going on? What does it have to do with me? What are you looking for me for? Neurotic!

What kind of brain circuit does this Bai Xiaokui have?!!

Or did she see something?