One hundred and eighty-one good poems
Further on, the riverside suddenly became crowded.
The white-clothed scholar said excitedly: "There, Du Sanniang's flower boat is breaking through!" ”
Zhao Shuang jumped, crossed the head of the crowd, and saw a painting boat parked on the shore, the painting boat was much larger than the ordinary flower boat, the painting boat was hung with pink gauze lanterns around it, and the pink gauze tent was hung on the painting boat, and there was a faint figure of Miaoman walking around in the gauze tent.
Some of the people on the shore of the painting boat are frowning and thinking, some are spinning in place, and some are walking around among the people......
This is a question that is thinking about the test.
The white-clothed scholar confidently said to Zhao Shuang and the others: "Let's squeeze to the front to see the topic, you can look at me, Du Sanniang's question has never been difficult for me!" I like Du Sanniang's question the most, it's almost tailor-made for me, Du Sanniang and I really have a heart! ”
The white-clothed scholar squeezed forward, and at the same time greeted the surrounding literati, or ticket takers pretending to be literati:
"Brother Liu is also here tonight to cheer for Du Sanniang."
"Brother Zhao, I haven't seen you for a long time, I'm glad to see you!"
"Hmph-Wang San's inferior three people are also worthy of wearing the clothes of a scribe to participate in Du Sanniang's tea party!"
……
The inner three floors and the outer three floors, through the crowd, several people finally squeezed to the side of the ferry.
The white-clothed scholar said to a tall man standing at the front, "Brother Ouyang, can you answer the question?" If you can't answer, let me let the contemptible people come first, Du Sanniang's wine is still waiting for me on the boat. ”
The tall man turned around, glanced at the white-clothed scholar fiercely, and stepped aside.
The white-clothed scholar triumphantly tidied up his clothes, and was about to step forward, when a person suddenly squeezed next to him, pushed away the white-clothed scholar and said, "I thought it out, I thought it out!" ”
An old bustard next to the ferry board smiled and said, "Childe, please chant poetry." ”
At this time, Zhao Shuang and the others saw clearly that there was a girl about ten years old standing next to the greased and powdered bustard, and the girl was holding a tray in her hand, and a glass was placed on the tray, and the cup was red wine.
Glasses are still a scarce material in this era, and those who can afford to use glasses are the upper class and the rich.
Zhao Shuang sniffed and made out that it was a 13-degree wine, which was made about August last year, and the wine was made and stored in toon barrels.
This wine is of good quality, estimated at 30 tasty values.
Du Sanniang's wine really deserves its reputation, and she has seen such a quality of wine before she gets on the boat, and I don't know if there is a better one on the ship.
Zhao Shuang was a little looking forward to it.
The scholar who came out halfway shook his head and began to chant poetry: "A glass of fine wine, three thousand fine wines." The warm Jun River is fragrant, and the beauty is smiling. ”
After reading, the scholar triumphantly twisted his non-existent beard and looked at everyone.
Zhao Shuangxin said: Could it be that today's topic is to read smoothly?
"Good poetry!" There was immediately a voice of praise next to him, "Brother Zhou, this poem is not only far-reaching, but also catchy!" Good poetry, good poetry! ”
Zhao Shuang: Have you read all your books into the dog's stomach, which is also a good poem?
Lao Bao waved a pink handkerchief with a smile: "Zhou Gongzi, please get on the boat." ”
Zhou Gongzi, who chanted "good poems", walked in all directions, with his hands behind his back, and proudly walked onto the flower boat.
At this time, Lao Bao spoke: "Ladies and gentlemen, are there any poets?" Du Sanniang's boarding time is coming! ”
The white-clothed scholar hurriedly asked, "Mom, is today's topic poetry?" ”
Lao Bao pointed to the red wine on the tray in the little girl's hand and said: "This is a glass of wine poured by Du Sanniang herself, if the son wants to board the boat, he will chant a poem based on this glass of wine." ”