Bang bang bang.

Bang bang bang.

In the Feihong Restaurant, after the silence, there were bursts of applause one after another, and it was as lively as firecrackers.

What's more, his face flushed, and he stood up and exclaimed:

"Good poetry! Superb poetry! ”

"I always knew that Gu Dongjia was quite accomplished in poetry, but I really didn't expect to be able to write such poems!"

"That's it, Mr. Bailu and Gu Dongjia were the same people before, and I was still resentful. felt that Gu Dongjia had gained fame by chance, but in fact, it was nothing more than that. ”

"But now that I have listened to Gu Dongjia's poem, I know how I sat in the well and watched the sky before."

"Gu Dongjia's talent, I am impressed!"

Not only the diners around him, but even Xiang Zhirou in front of Gu Beichuan also opened her mouth slightly, her face full of shock.

After relieving himself, his eyes were even more brilliant.

I've always tried to overestimate everyone's poetic attainments, but I didn't expect to underestimate them after all.

Everyone can write the profligate wreckage of "Will Enter the Wine", which is romantic through the ages.

can also write the depression and frustration of "Ascending", which has been weathered.

However, this poem is completely different from the above two, but it is not inferior.

It's really...

The word "Cai Gao Badou", could it be tailor-made for everyone?

Just when everyone was immersed in the poetic mood, some people muttered:

"Is this poem so mysterious? Why can't I see it? ”

Although the voice was small, it quickly attracted everyone's attention and became the target of everyone's attention.

The person who spoke was dressed in crimson brocade clothes, had a big belly, and a fat face full of wealth.

It turned out to be a Huainan cloth merchant - Shen Gui and Shen Yuanwai in person!

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Shen Gui also panicked for a while, and hurriedly said:

"I categorically didn't question the meaning of Gu Dongjia's poetry, you don't have to be like this."

It's just that Shen has been playful since he was a child, and he has never gone to private school. As he grew older, he followed his father to study the way of businessman, and now he is a little successful. ”

"Later, I slowly learned literacy and arithmetic, but I didn't know anything about poetry."

"So I can't hear the mystery of the poems and texts written by everyone, I don't know if you can understand it, so I can solve the doubts of the little old man."

Hearing this, everyone's faces changed slightly.

A young man, who was clearly dressed as a scholar, stepped forward and said:

"Shen is polite, Liang is willing to serve."

"It's just that I'm only shallow in the next level, and if there is a mistake in the explanation, please take care of the owner." Liangshan Road.

When Gu Beichuan heard this, he shook his head and said:

"In terms of poetry, everyone is a Qianqian student, and Gu is only a few steps faster."

"You and I communicate with each other, just communicate naturally, why do you have an axe?"

When Liang Shan heard this, he admired it even more in his heart.

Gu Dongjia is worthy of being Gu Dongjia, not only is his attainments in poetry frighteningly high, but he is also so modest.

In the face of such a person, it is difficult not to have a good feeling.

Liang Shan nodded, and then began to explain:

"Outside of Shen Yuan, if you just look at this poem, in fact, you only have made achievements in lyrical speech, and the rest of the place is not so brilliant."

"But that's only one of them!"

"You know, since ancient times, in our poetry world, there is a default rule."

"That's the autumn must be sad."

"Autumn, how bleak and lonely it is. Throughout the ages, how many literati and artists have there been? The meaning of sad autumn has already been vividly written, and it is difficult to come up with new ideas. ”

"So this brother, at the beginning, he asked Gu Dongjia to compose a poem with the theme of autumn, and we almost thought he had bad intentions."

As he spoke, Liang Shan looked at Xiang Zhirou.

Xiang Zhirou hurriedly smiled and apologized.

"But Gu Dongjia's poems have broken this conformism!"

"Shen Yuanwai and look at the first two sentences: Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring!"

"In just 14 words, he not only clearly expressed his own views, but also wrote all the things he could do to argue."

"I'm afraid that this sentence alone is enough to spread the name of Huainan poetry."

"The latter sentence is: A crane in the clear sky is lined up in the clouds, and poetry is drawn to the blue sky!"

"It seems to be a scene, but in fact it is still a word."

"Such open-mindedness, optimism, cheerfulness and boldness are unique and rare in the poems that write autumn."

"That's why I waited so much to admire."

Liang Shan said it very clearly, and the rhetoric used in this poem is not gorgeous, but very simple and easy to understand, but the artistic conception is far-reaching.

So Shen Gui really understood.

It probably means that when others write autumn, what they write is sad.

Only Gu Dongjia, with pride and vigor in his heart, overwhelmed the sad autumn.

This person is really a poet!

Shen Yuanwai immediately stood up, bowed his hand to Gu Beichuan, and said, "Gu Dong's talent, Shen Gui admires." ”

"Shen Yuanwai doesn't have to be like this, the article is natural, and the magic hand is occasional, and Beichuan just feels it."

The article is natural, and the magic hand is even good!

Just a few words, but it woke everyone up.

Isn't Gu Dongjia already at the realm of exporting? How can you open your mouth to be such neat and neat words and phrases with rich artistic conception?

After the admiration of the crowd, someone proposed:

"It's rare that Gu Dongjia has a feeling today, so it's better to inscribe this poem in Feihong Restaurant, which will be regarded as a good story in the future."

As soon as this remark came out, it was widely approved by everyone.

Gu Beichuan didn't want to be in the limelight, but at this time, if it was to blow everyone's mind, it would not end well, so he gladly agreed.

Soon, someone offered pen and ink and asked Gu Beichuan to pick up the pen.

"By the way, Gu Dongjia hasn't said the name of the poem yet!"

"The name of the poem?" When Gu Beichuan heard this, he looked at Xiang Zhirou on the side and said, "I haven't asked my son's name yet." ”

"I... I'm called Xiang Bai. Xiang Zhirou was not ready to recognize Gu Beichuan, and in a panic, she replied in a hurry.

"Since this is the case, the title of the poem is called..."Gu Beichuan pondered for a moment and said: "Huainan Autumn Gift White"

Hearing this, the restaurant fell into a brief silence again.

Many people looked at Xiang Zhirou with a vague look of envy, even... Eat one's heart out.

Such a masterpiece will definitely be famous in Huainan in the future, and even the entire Daqian.

And Xiang Bai's name will presumably spread all over the country.

Most readers, who have been poor for decades, seek nothing more than a name.

Now that Xiang Bai has gotten what they have been thinking about without much effort, how can people not be envious?

Xiang Zhirou was also surprised, she didn't expect that when they met for the first time, everyone Gu gave herself such a big gift, and there was even tenderness flashing in her eyes.

But then there was another wave of chagrin.

I knew that I had just said my real name, and I wasted a great opportunity, woo woo.

Just when Xiang Zhirou was annoyed, Gu Beichuan picked up the pen.

He put pen to paper on a wall near the window of Feihong Restaurant, and wrote down the twenty-eight words that are destined to be famous in Huainan in the future!

However, when the wild and uninhibited, but self-contained wild grass appeared.

The restaurant fell silent again.