Chapter 18 Wu Tong Doujiu poems 100 articles

Li Yang: "On the afternoon of May 5th, give me a branch of wormwood." The old people are invisible, and the new knowledge is thousands of miles away. ”

Wu Tong: "Oh, the poem of the Dragon Boat Festival, "Dragon Boat Festival",

The Dragon Boat Festival is said from whom, and it has been rumored to be Qu Yuan for thousands of years.

It is ridiculous that Chu Jiang is empty and insignificant, and he can't wash away his grievances. ”

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Brother, who do you call well?"

"Does this need to be explained? I can't tell which one is good or bad, let's still mix six in the literary circle! ”

Wu Tong opened the folding fan, fanned it easily and comfortably, the word on one side, the audience was shocked, this Tao is written at the level of a calligraphy master!

"Look at the other side of the poem, only see a few lines, good poem."

Wu Tong closed the folding fan again, flipped and twisted it around his fingertips, his fingers were more flexible than the magic master, and he completed the acrobatic master with a fan, and he could not leave his fingertips when he flipped the fan, and his left and right hands changed back and forth.

"Come on, come on, I'll give you another one:

"Seven Laws: Dragon Boat Festival"

The juvenile festival is full of affection, and who knows how to sigh when you get old.

Do not follow the custom of Ai Fu, but pray for the wine to be leveled.

The sideburns are whitened day by day, and the durian brocade shines brightly every year.

Thousands of years of wisdom and foolishness have passed in an instant, and a few people have lost their fame. ”

Wu Tong: "I haven't figured it out yet!" Then I'll do another one:

"And Dragon Boat Festival"

Racing through deep sorrow and thousands of years of injustice, the loyal soul can be returned once it is gone.

The country is dead and dying, and only the world is left behind. ”

Li Yang finally racked his brains and thought of another song, and hurriedly said:

"I Have Not Returned to the Sun"

The disease is not good, only hidden, and the chrysanthemum is not yellow.

The most is the benefit of autumn in the year, and there may be no wine to pass Chongyang. ”

Wu Tong smiled: "You have it?" When did it happen? Do you have rhubarb? ”

"Hahaha!"

"This kid is really bad to talk about!"

"I know, this is the one who scolds people in kindergarten and is on the hot search, haha! No wonder it looks familiar! ”

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Wu Tong: "Oh! It's changed to Chongyang again, okay! Let's Chongyang:

"September 9th Memories of Shandong Brothers"

Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival is full of relatives.

The remote knowledge brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person in the dogwood. ”

Wu Tong is a professional broadcasting host, and now with all kinds of blessings, he is already the first voice singing skill, writing and reading, writing like a dragon, chanting like a chime bell, handsome and royal sky, and the recitation voice is affectionate, and the guests and audiences are comfortable and hearty.

"Good poetry, good words."

"So handsome!"

"Sister, you're from the Appearance Committee, right? Let's praise the poems, you praise the handsome, what about the point? ”

"It's actually handsome!"

"I can't even argue with you! You say it's not angry, it's outrageous and handsome! The main thing is that this poem has captured all my senses! That's great! ”

Wu Tong played with the paper fan, waited a little impatiently, and opened the folding fan with one hand: "Then I'll give another one:

"Nine Days of Qi Mountain Climbing"

Jiang Han's autumn shadow goose flew for the first time, and the guest carried the pot on Cuiwei.

It is rare to laugh in the world, and the chrysanthemum must be full of heads.

But it will be drunk and rewarded, and it will not be hated and sunset.

This is the only way in the past, why should Niu Shan be alone. ”

Wu Tong played with the fan with his left hand and continued to write with his right hand: "Come again:

"September 10th"

Yesterday I climbed high, and today I will do it again.

Chrysanthemums are too bitter and suffer from these two double yangs. ”

Wu Tong: "It's not enough, come again, how can there be no words with poems:

"Drunken Flowers"

The mist is thick and the clouds are sad for eternity, and the golden beast is sold in the brain.

The festival is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn cupboard, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrated.

After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves.

Mo Dao is not ecstatic, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers! ”

Wu Tong: "Come again:

"Drunk East Wind Heavy Nine"

The title of red leaves is clear and the royal ditch is clear, and the yellow flower people are drunk and singing.

The sky is long and the geese are thin, the moon sets and the mountains are thin,

In the cold and clear autumn, the declining willows and cicadas are sad, who is willing to teach the white clothes to send wine. ”

The pen fell to the four shocks, and they all gave warm applause, and the hall was bombed. What a poetic attainment! If you want to say that this is not done on the spot, I will kill him, but this must be the cultivation of ancient culture to the shocking world!

"Handsome, now good poetry can't describe this great god, only the sister just now described the most appropriately, that is, handsome, handsome, handsome, handsome!"

Li Yang didn't have time to care about other people's discussions, his mind was full of searching for poems, and finally thought of another poem: "I have it again, "Accompany a friend to enjoy the moon on the Mid-Autumn Festival":

The sea fog looks like a wash, but the autumn sun looks dim.

The light is doubtful, and the clear desire is endless.

Sit before sweeping the wind, and squat with dew.

The bitter groan should be known, and I will think about it. ”

"Hahahaha! Laugh at me, and again! ”

"Oh my God! I can't laugh anymore! ”

Wu Tong was also amused, and said, "Congratulations, it's again, haha!" Now it's the Mid-Autumn Festival again, come on, let's write the month:

"Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan"

The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

The lover complains about the night, and he is lovesick at night.

The candles are extinguished, and the light is full, and the clothes are dewed.

It's unbearable to give away, and it's a good time to sleep. ”

"Good! Good! Good! Oh, my God! I'm getting goosebumps! This absolute god! This is not a god, is it worthy of the literary world?

"Great God, I'm on my knees!"

"Oh my God, buddy, you're live! I knew I was going to start a live broadcast! This flow can go up to heaven! No, I have to record it! ”

"There is no one before and no one after this poem! What a poem for the ages! ”

Wu Tong put away the folding fan and sighed: "It's a pity that there is no wine!" Poetry is insufficient! Otherwise, I will give you another hundred and eighty articles. ”

Tian Xueren was already shocked in the audience, and when he heard Wu Tong muttering softly, he said: "Xiaoyou, I have been the champion of the altar for more than 20 years, and I may help you with poetry!" ”

Tian Xueren brought the wine up.

Wu Tong's eyes lit up: "Okay, good!" Thank you Uncle Tian for the wine! ”

Wu Tong opened the wine seal, the aroma of the wine was wanton, it turned out to be aging, the aroma swept half of the venue, Wu Tong poured a big sip and tasted it.

Wu Tong praised: "Good wine, good wine, soft but not spicy, twenty-five years and four months of Shaoxing Huadiao, good wine, haha." Come on.

"Bragging, can you taste the vintage?"

"Can this be tasted too? No, I don't see Zhou Lao nodded, this wine was given by Zhou Lao, Zhou Lao admitted the year of the wine, this is still a wine fairy! Today, if you don't come here in this life, this can boast to your children and grandchildren for a hundred years! ”

Wu Tonghao was born, the pen did not stop, reciting loudly, and the sound shook the audience, it is estimated that it can be heard in the back row without microphone:

"Fifteen Nights Looking at the Moon"

The atrium is white arboreal crows, and the cold dew is silent wet osmanthus. Tonight, the moon is bright, and I don't know whose house the autumn thoughts are.

Midnight Wu Song, Autumn Song

Chang'an is a month, and thousands of households pound clothes. The autumn wind blows endlessly, and it is always a jade relationship. He Riping Hulu, the beloved man went on an expedition.

Moonlit Night

Tonight, in the month of Juzhou, I only look at it alone. Pity the little children, and do not understand the memory of Chang'an. The fragrant mist is wet, and the clear jade arm is cold. When leaning on the false pretense, the tears of the double light are dry.

"Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the Night of August 15th"

On the night of August 15 in the past year, by the apricot orchard by the pond of Qujiang. On the night of August 15 this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Huangpu. Where is the northwest looking township, and the southeast is full of the moon. No one will blow when the wind blows yesterday, and tonight is as clear as in previous years.

Mid-Autumn Moon

The twilight clouds are overflowing and cold, and the silver man silently turns the jade plate, this life and this night are not long, where to see the bright moon next year.

"Drinking Alone Under the Moon"

A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio. The moon does not drink, and the shadow disciples follow me. Temporarily accompanied by the moon will be shadowed, and the joy must be spring. I sing and wander, and I dance in a mess. When they wake up, they mingle together, and when they get drunk, they disperse. Eternal knot ruthless travel, phase Miao Yunhan.

August 15 Night Moon

The full moon flies into the mirror, and the heart folds the big knife. Turn the tent and go far away, and climb the laurel and look up to the sky. The waterway is suspicious of frost and snow, and the forest dwells see feathers. At this time, looking at the white rabbit, I want to count everything.

Guan Shanyue

The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, and the vast sea of clouds. The long wind is tens of thousands of miles, blowing the Yumen Pass. Hanxia Baideng Road, Hu peep into Qinghai Bay. came to the battlefield, but no one returned. The soldier looked at the side, and thought about how bitter he was. High-rise buildings are at this night, sighing is not idle.

Night Thoughts

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

Moonlit Night

The darker moonlight is half a family, and the Beidou is dry and the Nandou is oblique. Tonight, I know that the spring is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green curtain. ”

"Damn, I can't express it in any word now, only this word can represent me!"

"!"

"I have goosebumps all over my body, and any of the poems here are famous in Kyushu! It's like a cabbage today! It's so enjoyable! ”

"Brother, you cow, there are more than nine million viewers of the online live broadcast, and it is still increasing! I don't obey the great god now, the great god is kneeling and doesn't need others to obey, just obey you! This is so hot, advertising companies are probably going to bomb you! ”

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Wu Tong took a sip of wine, wrote a poem, fluttering long shirts, lupine scarves, talking and laughing, chic and wanton.

Wu Tong poured another big mouthful: "How can there be no words in poetry, come on, the words of the ages are unsurpassed:

"When will the bright moon be there"

Zhongyue Poetry Club, drink and get drunk, write this article, and cherish the deceased relatives and friends.

When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dance to figure out how the shadow seems to be in the world.

Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

Wu Tong drank the last sip of wine: "One word presses two songs, one poem covers the whole Tang Dynasty, who else can I be."

"Spring River Flower Moonlight Night"

The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together.

Thousands of miles with the waves, where there is no moon in the spring river!

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlit flowers and forests are like hail.

The frost in the air does not fly, and the white sand on the Ting cannot be seen.

Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky.

Who first saw the moon on the riverside? When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year?

Life has been infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue looks similar every year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

The white clouds are gone, and the green maple is not worried.

Who's going to be in the boat tonight? Where is Acacia Moon Tower?

Poor upstairs Yue Pei Hui, should be taken away from the makeup mirror.

The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the clothes are smashed and the anvil is returned.

At this time, we don't hear each other, and we are willing to shine on you month by month.

The wild goose flies for a long time, and the fish and dragon dive into the water.

Last night, the dream of the idle pool fell, and the poor spring did not return home.

The river flows to the end of spring, and the moon falls in the river and the lake slopes westward.

The oblique moon sinks into the sea fog, and the stone Xiaoxiang has an infinite road.

I don't know how many people will return to the moon, and the falling moon will shake the river trees. ”

Wu Tong put the wine jar on the ground, took out his mobile phone a little shaky, and found the electronic copyright of the wine, there is a camera on the tablet, and the operation can enlarge the poems written on the mobile phone, and Wu Tong passed the copyright up.

At a glance, no need to explain.

Li Yang fainted directly, and he almost spurted blood!

Wu Tong laughed, this small jar of wine is enough for three catties, even if the aging degree is not high, it is also three catties of wine, thanks to Wu Tong's excellent physical function, but this is really a little dizzy, so he almost fell down immediately, shook and walked down, and handed the folding fan to Chairman Tian.

"Drink a jar of wine from you, give you a fan, the gift is light, Haihan Haihan!"

Rushing to the stage and off the stage, clenching his fists and bowing, "It's ugly!" Haihan! "Staggered away.

Yang Qianyun hurriedly went over to support Wu Tong and walked out.

"Dude is ashamed, I'm going to get drunk, please help me away quickly, buddy must not lie on the ground."

Yang Qianyun wrapped Wu Tong's arm around his neck, fortunately, his height was not short, Wu Tong was still conscious, and hurriedly walked out with Wu Tong on his feet.

Everyone is still shocked, amazed, suddenly, reminiscing, enjoying, edifying, agitated, infected, envious, admired, jealous, surging, loving, hating......

Countless feelings are intertwined in the hall, and these poems are not encountered in a hundred years, and now they are like cabbage, crackling and throwing out, and the artistic conception of each poem must be repeatedly considered, scrutinized, pondered, and recalled.

This is like Jin Yong's travel, going to an overseas island to be obsessed with martial arts and forgetting the time and time, now which of these people who come to the scene is not a leader in the literary world, and which one does not like to engage in literature and poetry, just like letting these wolves who have been hungry for countless days suddenly see meat, and they can only be hungry and thirsty.

The guests held the tablet and kept reading the poems, chanting, meditating, suddenly realizing, frowning, and so on.

Now everyone has forgotten that there is still a faint on the stage, Wu Tong has forgotten to go, and he has fainted, one by one, he is more like he is drunk, and it is said in ancient times that he is intoxicated, and he will not deceive me!

Fortunately, Zhao Hai still had a conscience enough and dragged Li Yang out.

The videographer was sweating profusely, and he was probably the only one awake now.

I couldn't stop beating the drums: "What kind of trouble is this, what kind of ghosts have I recorded, are you all drunk?" I can't record it now! Why is the director shaking his head there? He could only slam his mouth at the three hosts, and his mouth was full, and the host didn't seem to see it.

Tian Xueren looked at the folding fan repeatedly, good characters, good calligraphy, reaching the peak, no one can beat it! Good poetry! The chairman of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles next to him was greedy, and he wanted to see it several times, but he didn't succeed.

"Lao Tian is not authentic! I still gave you that wine, come and show me, I don't want you. ”

Tian Xueren took it and let him look at it repeatedly for a while, but he didn't let him touch it at all, and he directly put it away like a treasure!

The three hosts, one of the hostesses is quite sober, looking at the cameraman's mouth that is about to sob, and she is helpless, and we have no plan! There are all big leaders here, and the leaders don't give instructions or hints! Finally, bite the bullet, take the microphone, and have a closing remark. Those authors who have not yet come to the stage probably don't have the face or courage to come up and show ugliness!

"Ladies and gentlemen, friends, thank you for coming to the scene, thank you for waiting in front of the TV, love literature, friends who like literature, watch this poetry conference, thank you friends who listen by the radio, the poetry conference has ended successfully."

Most of the people below have come to their senses, and a very small number are still chanting the Spring River Flower Moon Night......

Tian Xueren got up and took the lead to leave the scene, and everyone left one after another, and a few were still dragged away.

This congress will be one that they will never forget, and will even be passed on to future generations.

Zhou Yongren: "Talented, talented!" There is no one before and no one after you! It stands to reason that this kind of person will not be nameless, why haven't I heard of it before? ”

Tian Xueren: "You have more or less heard it, have you heard Chu Yingyi's very popular song recently?" ”

"My son loves to listen to it, and I have listened to a few songs, which are really good, with good lyrics and songs, and first-class singing skills."

"The songwriter is him, Wu Tong, a popular book called Siege of the City now, have you read it?"

"I haven't heard of it! He can write and write songs, and he has published a book? ”

"Look at it, you will like it, I have watched it twice, he will be the brightest star in the Chinese literary world, not only in the literary world, calligraphy is also a generation of masters, literature has reached its peak, and the entertainment industry is expected to be dazzling in the future......"

"Speaking of calligraphy, Lao Tian, you have to let me play with that fan for a few days, your wine is still given by me, you know I love calligraphy and painting, this kid's calligraphy has reached the realm of returning to the basics, full of rhyme, it is not an exaggeration to say, this fan is auctioned, and the seven figures can't be stopped. You take my wine and let me play with it for three days, what's the matter, it's just three days......"

"Did you give me the wine, how did the wine you gave me back to you, it's three days, I don't know you yet, when it comes to you, I don't want to deduct it again, last time I identified it as a notebook left by the Tang Dynasty, and now you haven't returned me!" Less ......"

"Also, I'll return you when I get home, don't talk about calligraphy, you can move all my calligraphy and paintings......"

"I said that you are old, your head is not bright, that kid is not dead, you won't let him write you another one, what are you always bothering me about?"

"Stunned, stunned, haha! Yeah! ”

The crowd talked as they went, and they dispersed.