Since Brother Chen just said, the wild interest of this idyllic landscape, why don't we take the idyllic poem as the theme today?"

"What Lu Gongzi said is very true!"

"I think it's wonderful!"

As soon as the leading Lu Gongzi spoke, everyone agreed.

So this scene was also set as the theme of the landscape and pastoral.

Chen He sat in it a little helplessly, if it was according to his temperament, he would not have participated in such a poetry meeting anyway.

But Tang Ping said that in the future, he will go out to be an official, and the most difficult people to deal with in the local area are actually families and wealthy businessmen.

The family is powerful, the rich merchant is rich and smooth, so he sent a person to Xiahe Village every day to learn to communicate with these people.

In order to lay a good foundation for the future, no matter what era it is, becoming an official is not just a matter of being an official, and interpersonal relationships in the local area are also a very important part.

These are all lacking in these poor children, so Tang Ping has such an arrangement.

But these people make poems...... I can't say that it's garbage, but when I saw a lot of poems made by Tang Ping and Li Bai in Shanghe Village, I felt that it was nothing.

There are several who are not as good as their companions in Shanghe Village.

"Brother Chen, it's your turn!" The student beside him pointed to the wine glass floating in front of Chen He and said.

"Brother Chen, it's time to focus on water!"

They are like a tray with wine glasses paddling through the waterway in front of them, and then one of them beats the drum, and when the drum stops, whoever stops in front of the tray will have his turn to compose a poem.

The topic is rotated with landscape and pastoral.

Now that I'm here for Chen He, it's just about water.

Chen He picked up the wine glass and said, "Little brother is really empty, if you drink this glass of wine, you won't disturb your Yaxing."

This kind of poetry meeting is really boring for him, if it was in the past, maybe he still has the heart to be competitive.

But after getting to know Tang Ping and Li Bai, he had no desire to compete for a long time, and there were people outside the world, so he finally recognized himself.

Those people didn't expect Chen He to admit it like this, how could they give up?

Originally, I wanted to use Chen He as a background board, but now the background board actually says that I want to leave, so how can I do it?

So they stood up one after another to dissuade them, and even worse, what they said was not very good.

"The curtain talks, and the dew is wet. The ancient Xiu hides the clouds, and the empty courtyard weaves broken smoke. The water ripples are unbearable, and the wind line is difficult to pull. Hold the plough all day long, and go to and from the river tree."

At this moment, everyone suddenly listened

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Seeing a child's voice, although the voice is immature, this poem is definitely not bad.

Everyone was startled, turned their heads to look, and sure enough, they saw a child walking slowly with a fat white bear next to him.

Obviously, the poem he just read was what he read.

"Child, who wrote this poem just now?" One of the students asked, apparently not believing that the poem had been written by this child.

"I did it, I did it when it rained the other day, didn't you use water as a theme?"

"You did it!" The students at the scene felt a little numb, and thought that the child had heard it from somewhere, but he said that he did it.

How old is he? Ten or eleven years old? I'm afraid that when I was so old, I just finished my studies and started to read the four books!

It can only be said that although there has been an inflection point in history, sometimes it coincides unexpectedly.

After the rain a few days ago, when Li Bai finished writing this poem and showed it to Tang Ping, Tang Ping was also stunned.

Because he secretly checked it and found that this poem was a poem "To the Rain" written by Li Bai when he was in history.

Or on such a rainy day, it coincides with the scene and mood of Li Bai writing this poem in history.

So he wrote this poem.

Li Bai shrugged his shoulders, ignored these people, and said directly to Chen He, "The second master is here."

The second master in his mouth is naturally Tang Ping.

As soon as Chen He heard this, he naturally wanted to leave, but those students quit.

"Brother Chen, this doesn't make sense, I said that everyone would compose poems together, but you perfunctory me."

"It's like, you still call a child to coax me and wait, this is a bit too contemptible, right?"

A few students just had a few glasses of water and wine, and the wine in the river village was provided by Tang Ping.

It's not a pure high-strength sake, but it's a higher alcohol than that of this era.

After a few glasses of wine, a few of the shallower ones began to reveal their original form.

With a bit of arrogance, he said: "This poem is the first class of elegant things in the world, you call a yellow-mouthed child, recite a poem to tease us, is it reasonable?"

Tang Ping originally heard that there was business in Xiahe Village, so he followed over to have a look.

I met Li Bai on the way, he ran fast, so he came first.

Li Bai, who is usually used to seeing the emperor and the prince, doesn't take these students seriously.

Hearing their questioning, he frowned and said, "Why do you say that I can't write such poems?"

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You must know that although he is young, he has always regarded himself as the eldest brother among the children in the village, and now he is questioned, of course, it is not happy.

"Why don't you come up with another question, let's compare?"

"Landscape and pastoral, the next topic is Tian, do you want to make a song with Tian?" Those students didn't believe it, so they naturally had another question.

In fact, it was still self-esteem, and a poetry meeting was originally held here, but a yellow-mouthed child came, and a casual poem suppressed what everyone had just done.

How could they endure it when they were already arrogant?

plus drank some wine, so he directly got into a fight with Li Bai.

That Li Bai was also arrogant, but he had real skills, and when he saw that a few people didn't believe it, he said directly, "What's so difficult about taking Tian as the topic? I'll make a poem with mountains and rivers and pastorals together."

After looking around, Li Bai pointed to the distant mountain and said, "Dusk descends from Bishan, and the mountain breeze accompanies people to return. But depending on the way it came, the sky was verdant."

At this time, everyone was quiet, and only Chen He whispered, "Mountain!"

This sentence is obviously Li Bai is talking about the beautiful scenery coming down from the mountain, he is okay with the children in the village to take the little fat into the mountain, and he is very familiar with the mountains.

"Hand in hand with the Tian family, the child opens the thorns. The long bamboo enters the secluded path, and the little Luo brushes the clothes."

Chen He whispered again, "The countryside is all there."

When they come back, these children usually don't go home directly, but first see who has no one in the house, and tidy up in one of them before they dare to go back to their own home.

And Li Bai would often go back through a row of small bamboo forests through the side gate next to Tang Ping's courtyard, and if Xiao Luo found out, he would clean up his clothes.

"Talk happily, talk about water and wine. The long song sings the pine wind, and the river and the stars are scarce."

There is no need for Chen He to explain this time, everyone can also hear it, this is the water that is written. At night, there was always laughter and laughter in the Tang Ping Courtyard, and the old Du and Lao Cui would even shout two words of Qin dialect at the throat.

When night came, and the singing was over, the stars in the river were scarce.

It can be said that Li Bai's current life was actually written by him into a poem almost the same as that of "Going Down to Nanshan and Passing Husi Mountain People Staying in Wine" made by himself.

Tang Ping was stunned after hearing this, and had to say that Li Bai is Li Bai, or his life trajectory is a little different from history, but he can still make gorgeous poems.

"I'm drunk and happy, and I'm forgetful of it."

Only this sentence, Li Bai's current state of mind can't be written, Tang Ping made it up for him.

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