At night, a full moon hangs in the sky, and the Suzhou Restaurant is brightly lit, where more than 600 scholars gather to participate in the annual Mid-Autumn Festival. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The windows on the third floor have been opened, and many readers gather around to enjoy the moonlight, drinking and punching, and chanting poems against each other, which is very lively.

Among them, in addition to the scholars, there are also many young girls from the family, who wear women's scholar clothes, play with folding fans, and learn to read poems to the moon.

When a woman mispronounced a poem aloud, it immediately caused a burst of laughter, and she blushed suddenly, and then put on a "deliberate so" appearance to test everyone in turn.

Lin Xiaoyan was also among them, laughing with the girls of the family and eating moon cakes together.

A girl in red proposed: "Sisters, I have a good idea, let's write a poem each, and then let everyone recommend each other, and choose the top three best written poems for Lu Maocai to review?"

Some time ago, my cousin kept making fun of us women, thinking that we were not as talented as their men, so we will show them tonight. ”

"If you want me to say, Lin Xiaomei is Mrs. Zhenguo, and her poetry ability must be far above us, so she should also participate in this event. A girl in yellow smiled slightly sarcastically.

"Yes, Lin Xiaomei is a well-known Mrs. Zhenguo, and the poems she writes will definitely be able to Zhenguo, and maybe she can get the leader of this year's Women's Mid-Autumn Festival. The other woman spoke lukewarmly.

Many girls immediately cast their eyes on Lin Xiaoyan, some were envious, some were jealous, and some were contemptuous.

Lin Xiaoyan was born in poverty, but she got a fateful title, many women were envious and jealous, and many people wanted to exclude her.

This is a relatively normal phenomenon, many sons of the family do not allow the children of the poor family to be better than them, the girls of the family are the golden branches and jade leaves of the family, and naturally they do not tolerate poor women to overpower them in some aspects.

Lin Xiaoyan Bingxue was smart, so she naturally saw their thoughts, and now everyone is coaxing, so she is naturally embarrassed to refuse.

Many girls were secretly laughing, waiting to see Lin Xiaoyan's ugly appearance, looking very relieved.

Lin Xiaoyan didn't care about this, and then smiled: "If you want to write poems and lyrics, my little sister actually only knows a little bit or two, if there is something ugly about writing, please give advice to the sisters." ”

"Then let's compete to see who can write better. The girl in yellow smirked.

Immediately, the women began to write poems at the desk, some were still thinking, some were still looking for subjects, and some had already written their own works.

Lin Xiaoyan looked at the bright moon outside the window, lowered her head and pondered for a while, and suddenly had an inspiration to write a poem.

Mid-Autumn Festival

Outside the autumn scene,

Everything is easy.

If there is no moon on this night,

The year is empty.

After writing it, it was shown to everyone, and the crowd suddenly let out a burst of exclamations, impressed by Lin Xiaoyan, and unanimously praised.

The first two sentences are ordinary, but the last two sentences play a finishing touch, emphasizing feelings. ”

"If there is no moon on this night, the autumn of the year, these two sentences are the emphasis of this poem, if you can't see the bright moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is indeed in vain to pass the autumn of the year!"

"Lin Xiaomei, your poem is really well written, at least it has the level of going out of the county, if you want me to see it, you will definitely be able to take the top spot in our 'Women's Mid-Autumn Festival'. ”

"Offering ugliness, offering ugliness. Lin Xiaoyan was not proud, but very modest.

After reading the poem, the girl in yellow turned a little ugly, and then snorted coldly, "Who can have the last laugh is not necessarily, wait and see!"

Soon, everyone recommended three best-written poems, including Lin Xiaoyan's "Mid-Autumn Festival".

At this time, Lu Ming was admiring the moon by the window, holding a wine glass in his left hand and a moon cake in his right hand, chatting and laughing with the scholars of the family.

"The moonlight tonight is good, I have been in Suzhou for three years, and I have never seen a moonscape like today. ”

"The moon to the Mid-Autumn Festival is clear, this sentence is really not false at all. ”

"But then again, Lu Maocai doesn't plan to write poetry tonight, which is really disappointing. ”

"There is time after writing poems, but I have to let Brother Lu Ming rest for a while tonight, right?"

"Haha, it's just a joke, you don't have to take it seriously. ”

Lu Ming just smiled, and then continued to drink.

At this time, a scholar squeezed in and said, "Brother Lu Ming, Miss Lin brought a few young ladies from the family to find you." ”

"Lin Xiaoyan, didn't she participate in the Women's Cultural Fair, why did she come here?", Lu Ming asked.

"That's right, those women from the family have written a few new poems, and I want to give them to you for comment. ”

"It's funny, I've never seen a woman write a poem, so please hurry. ”

After Lu Ming finished speaking, the crowd immediately gave way to let them come over.

Lin Xiaoyan led the five girls to walk slowly and saluted Lu Ming slightly, "I've seen Xianggong." ”

"I've seen Lu Maocai. The girls saluted together.

"You don't have to be polite, please get up quickly. Lu Ming said with a smile.

Lin Xiaoyan said: "At tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival, several of our sisters specially selected three poems, and I would like you to help us comment on them." ”

Lu Ming nodded in agreement, and the other scholars also approached, and they were also very curious about it.

Zhao Feng in the crowd sneered and said: "Women write poems, but in this way, Lu Mao does not write poems at the literary meeting, but instructs a few women, and the interest is really different." ”

"Brother Zhao, you can't say that, although women can't get a literary position, they can't belittle them because of this. Lu Ming said.

"But no matter how good a woman writes poetry, it's also useless, and she doesn't read it. ”

Lu Ming smiled slightly and did not speak.

The girl in yellow on the left stepped forward, handed over the poem she wrote, and said with a smile: "Please Lu Maocai comment." ”

Lu Ming took the tour for a while, and then said: "The words of this poem are too straightforward, it seems too monotonous, and it lacks some emotions in it. ”

"Thank you Lu Maocai. The girl in yellow looked disappointed.

Lu Ming then watched the second song, and then his eyes lit up, "The artistic conception is good, but there is still some lack of heat, with a little effort, you will be able to get out of the county, eight points." ”

Next, Lu Ming watched the third song, which was "Mid-Autumn Festival" written by Lin Xiaoyan.

"Okay! This poem has been out of the county, impeccable, very!", Lu Ming praised.

Lin Xiaoyan was suddenly extremely happy, and there was a hint of smugness on her little face.

"What do you say? A woman wrote the first county poem, wouldn't you?"

"What are you kidding? They have only read a few books before they can write poems out of the county?"

"Let me see, let me see!"

Many of the readers immediately crowded to read the poem, followed by a burst of praise.

"Tsk, yes, yes, I didn't expect it to be really a county poem. ”

"It's a good 'if there is no moon on this night, and the autumn is empty in a year', just these two sentences are enough to outperform the ordinary county poems, but I'm curious, which girl's work is this poem?"

"It's a work written by Sister Lin. A girl pointed to Lin Xiaoyan and replied.

"This poem is a little goose...... What did you write?"

Lu Ming was most surprised, a little incredulous.

Lin Xiaoyan saw so many people casting their eyes, and suddenly became a little shy, and nodded silently.

"Haha...... It turned out to be written by Mrs. Maocai, and sure enough, it was a woman who didn't let her eyebrows, admire, admire. ”

"Miss Lin is really a strange woman, Brother Lu Ming can have such a good wife, it is really enviable. ”

"That's it, that's it! Even I can't wait to be jealous of Lu Maocai. ”

Many people were full of praise, but Lu Ming was a little disgusted, because these praises were too exaggerated, and there was a feeling of flattery, which was what Lu Ming hated the most.

Lu Ming secretly made a note of these people and decided to have less contact with them in the future.

Only a small number of readers did not comment, but a few people gathered around to discuss the poem, which is indeed a very rare masterpiece according to the standards of the county.

Lu Ming returned the poem to Lin Xiaoyan and said with a smile: "I really can't see it, your poetry level is also outstanding among women, which is really impressive." ”

Lin Xiaoyan raised his head slightly and said jokingly: "My father is a scholar in Jiang County, and under the influence of my father, he has been exposed to poetry since he was a child, and of course he has obtained a little true biography from my father. ”

"Haha, that makes sense. ”

"Well, I'm doing well today, aren't you?

"I have to be rewarded......"

Lu Ming thought for a moment, then picked up a small portion of mooncakes from the table and said with a smile: "Then I will reward you with a copy of Suzhou's most famous 'Suhua mooncake'." ”

"Thank you!"

Lin Xiaoyan happily took the moon cake, then took a small bite, and immediately said: "This moon cake is so fragrant, so delicious, remember to bring me a box when you go home, I'll go first." ”

After speaking, they returned to their meeting venue with the girls of the family.

Zhao Feng suddenly said: "If you want me to say, even Miss Lin is composing poems at the literary meeting, if Lu Maocai is still hiding and pinching, it seems a little unreasonable, right?"

"That's right, that's right, Lu Maocai also wants to write a poem to help us have fun. ”

"Lord Zhou held this cultural meeting, and it was not just a scholar who could only eat moon cakes!", Zhao Feng said.

Many immediately turned angry and cast fierce glances at them.

"Since Brother Zhao has said it here, then Xiaosheng has no choice but to make a fool of himself, but tonight I lack some inspiration, I'm afraid I won't be able to write a work of Narushu, so I'll try my best to write a work of Dafu. ”

After Lu Ming finished speaking, he walked to the desk, and the other readers immediately followed, looking very expectant.

After a while, Lu Ming finished brewing and wrote a poem.

Mid-Autumn Moon

The twilight clouds are overflowing and cold,

Yinhan silently turned the jade plate.

This life and this night are not good,

Where to see the bright moon next year.

Poetry is full of energy, and it is a masterpiece!

Seeing this scene, Zhao Feng immediately sneered: "The dignified Maocai actually wrote a poem in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and he was not afraid of being laughed at?" (To be continued.) )