There is a true meaning in the pen, and the correspondence has become ancient and modern.

In the rich humanistic Suzhou, whether it is the northern part of the country with Chu Yun and Han style, the central Jiangsu with Zhong Lingyuxiu, or the vast south of the Yangtze River, there have been literati and writers who have left poems and songs to express their nostalgia between the mountains and rivers.

Not to mention a poem in a city, many local people are outstanding, even if there are two or three classics, they can get it.

"Let me see what you've written!"

Yu Yunjun picked up the poems written by Pu Tong, although she has no literary attainments, but the basic poetry appreciation ability is still there, and the truly classic poems can be seen at a glance.

"The phoenix swims on the phoenix platform, and the phoenix goes to the Taikong River to artesian."

It is not difficult for Yu Su to see that this poem is written about the Phoenix Terrace in Jinling, and she subconsciously read it out. This line of poetry uses three phoenix characters in a row, but it is not repeated at all, and the syllables flow brightly, and it reads extremely beautifully.

After reading this first poem, she didn't want to read the next twelve poems, even if she was a complete layman, she was shocked by the bookish breath of this first poem......

"How?"

Pu Tong saw that she didn't speak, and thought that the poem "Ascending Jinling Phoenix Terrace" by the poet fairy Li Taibai was a bit out of place, so he asked this question.

"How do you describe it...... Yu Xuan paused, "I feel that this poem should be at the level of the college entrance examination." ”

The college entrance examination will be obtained, that is, it will be selected as a textbook for middle school students, and a poem can be selected into the textbook, so there is no need to say much about the gold content.

Yu Sujun is not embarrassed, and she does not have the selfishness of loving the house and Wu, Pu Tong's poem makes her feel really different.

Ancient poems, ancient poems, poems imitated by modern people, even if the words are similar, they give people a feeling that is very different from the ancient poems that have been handed down.

But Pu Tong's poem has the real "ancient rhyme" of ancient poetry, as if it was really written by the ancients......

She raised her eyes and looked at Pu Tong, wanting to ask him for an explanation, but when the words came to her lips, she felt that this matter was meaningless.

You don't have to ask about him.

"Maybe I'll really get the college entrance examination." Pu Tong paused and said with a smile: "Then you should carry it now, and it should be the first month near the water." ”

Yu Xuan pursed his mouth, and complimented himself a few words, this guy really takes it seriously.

"You are also a well-known writer in China, wouldn't it be better for me to write about you directly in my composition......"

"When the time comes, I will make up a sentence and say that the famous poet Pu Tong once said. I'll let you repeat it after the exam, so you're done. ”

What about this card bug?

"Then you have to make it up a little bit, otherwise I'll be quite cheap."

Yu Suyun gave him a punch angrily when he heard this, this guy really thinks of himself as a character? No matter how good he is outside, she is still alone at home?

"Xiao Tongzi, change my clothes."

It's okay to start playing it, Pu Tong immediately started with a wicked smile, and took off the clothes on his little girlfriend in three or two clicks.

In special periods, you can't cross the line, but it's not a problem to get started.

……

The next day, Pu Tong handed over the thirteen poems to the Jianghuai Provincial Bureau of Culture and Tourism as scheduled, so that they could promote them accordingly.

Pu Tong's side gave it casually, but the internal shock of the Culture and Tourism Bureau was not small, even if they were ready, but when the thirteen poems appeared in front of everyone, they were still a little unacceptable.

These are thirteen ancient poems, or are they based on the thirteen ancient poems written in the thirteen cities of Suzhou, even if the themes are different, the styles are different, how can they not be shocked?

"Teacher Liang, look at this ......"

Since it is for publicity, these thirteen poems are naturally to be sent out for everyone to see, so it is necessary for them to "inspect the goods" before they are released.

It's not that they don't trust Putong, the provincial bureau of culture and tourism does publicity, and the study of copywriting and content must be rigorous, so as to be responsible for the masses.

Naturally, these laymen couldn't see the level of these thirteen poems, so they specially invited an expert in this area.

The bald old man known as Teacher Liang rubbed his hands excitedly, is there anything more attractive for a literati than appreciating excellent works?

The first song was written about Jinling Phoenix Terrace, and this opening sentence shocked his whole person.

There used to be a phoenix on the phoenix platform to swim leisurely, and the phoenix went to the sky and only the river still flowed...... is obviously a scene, but between the lines, it always reveals the melancholy and sorrow of things and people.

With this one alone, Liang Zhan realized one thing - Pu Tong's skills were beyond his reach.

He has long forgotten that he is in charge of reviewing, and he just wants to enjoy these thirteen poems, as for the evaluation, he also deserves to evaluate?

The second song is Su Zhou, Pu Tong wrote about Hanshan Temple in Gusu City, and what he chose was the song "Fengqiao Night Park".

Needless to say, the gold content of this poem is just a seven-character poem, but it is praised by the world for its reasonable structure and arrangement of the pictures, as well as the tragic character of the inner meaning of the poem.

A sentence of the moon falling and the sky full of frost, Jiang Feng Yuhuo was sleeping, and the scene depicted was so beautiful that even if he hadn't seen it, he only felt that he was in it.

The scene of the sky, from black to bright, the sun has not yet risen, the sky is silver, the maple trees by the river and the fishing boats in the river, one left and one right, echo each other; At the same time, the maple leaves and the fishing fire are red from a distance, and there are lights on the fishing boat, which means that the people on the boat have not slept peacefully, so it is "right to sleep".

After reading this second song, he was already stupid, and he was stunned for a long time and couldn't come back to his senses, if it wasn't for a few people around him asking him how he was, he would have fallen in.

Pu Tong's poem is poisonous, and for those of them who understand poetry, it is even more poisonous, and it can't be touched at all......

"Teacher, what do you think?"

When the people from the Bureau of Culture and Tourism saw that he just couldn't speak, they thought there was something wrong with these poems, it shouldn't be, it looks like these songs are very beautiful......

"I feel like I'm cheaper for you."

This is Liang Zhan's only thought at the moment, these thirteen poems, any one of them is Wang Bang, and they are all works that can make the Poetry Association tremble.

Who would have thought that Pu Tong just wanted to do a cultural tourism promotion, and he actually took out thirteen poems at one time, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a knife used to kill chickens.

But he took a closer look at these thirteen poems, and felt that the poems of the thirteen cities were so opposites and unified, if they were taken out alone, perhaps the cultural atmosphere would be worse.

It is precisely because of the strong cultural atmosphere here that the appearance of these thirteen poems is a matter of course, and if you miss this moment, you will fall behind.

"One poem, one city, one wind and one moon, it is worthy of Putong!"

Liang Zhan only felt that this breath was extremely comfortable, and then left laughing, without explaining much at all.

Great, needless to say!

(End of chapter)