"This brother, it's your turn. ”

"Yes, if Brother Tai doesn't do it again, I'm afraid this wine will be lost. ”

"Master, Master, it's time for you to compose poetry!"

Zhao Xuan came back to his senses, but when he saw that everyone in the audience was looking at him in unison, Zhang Bairen next to him was quietly stabbing him in the waist, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

It turned out that although he was thinking about things before, because the drumming and passing the flowers had already begun, it was inconvenient to move, so he simply sat in place, distracted and used for two purposes, as long as the flowers came over, he immediately took over and threw them to the next one. His luck was good, for nearly an hour or so, there was not a single time when the drum stopped beating in his hands. But the good luck didn't last long, just now, before he had time to pass the flower to Zhang Bairen on the right side, the drum beat had already stopped.

I heard Zhang Bairen whisper: "Master, if you don't compose poetry again, you will be punished." ”

The punishment here is not in line with the later World Bank alcohol order, and it is not drinking. On the contrary, wine has become a reward here, and whoever composes a poem can drink it.

Although Zhao Xuan didn't know what the punishment in Zhang Bairen's mouth was, he thought it was not a good thing, so he couldn't help but bow his head again and groan.

Before, Zhiren said: "Haven't you asked Brother Tai's name yet?Brother Tai can't think of suitable poems for a while?" did not say that Zhao Xuan would not do it, which can be said to have given Zhao Xuan enough face.

As the "director" of the cultural meeting, he naturally didn't want jokes to be made in the cultural meeting. And the so-called "director" is actually the one who beats the drum. In his heart, if it weren't for his failure to grasp the drum beat, he wouldn't have the embarrassment he is now.

I'm afraid many people think that Zhao Xuan can't write poetry......

Of course, that's exactly what happened!

Zhao Xuan smiled silently and did not answer, although he was not very good at composing poems, but he could memorize them! In order to avoid not knowing what kind of punishment it was, he had already memorized the ancient poems he had memorized since he was a child in his mind.

Originally, I heard composing poetry at first. There are also poems about snow and plums, and the first poem he remembered was Lu You's "Fortune Operator. But there is no post station here, and there is no broken bridge, and it is too unreasonable to use that poem; then he thought of Shao Yong's plum blossom poem, but although there are plum blossoms in the name of the plum blossom poem, it is completely a poem of fortune and has nothing to do with plum blossoms. On the contrary, it has a lot to do with the number of plum blossoms.

In addition to those two poems, there are also Wang Anshi's "Plum Blossoms, Plums", Lin Kui's "Mountain Garden Xiaomei", Wang Wei's "Miscellaneous Poems" and so on, all of which are peerless famous sentences that have been passed down through the ages.

However, he thought about it, most of the above are not in line with the current environment, and it is a little inappropriate to use them after all. In the end, my heart moved, and I thought of Lu Meipo's two "Snow Plums".

I saw him arch his hand at everyone, got up and said, "You have to wait for a long time." Poor Dao didn't know poetry, and he didn't want to be ugly in front of people, but he didn't want to be punished, so he had to reluctantly chant a wild poem heard elsewhere, I hope you don't want to laugh. ”

"Haha! I'm afraid that Brother Tai's abacus is wrong! This literary meeting can only compose poems on the spot, and even his previous poems, if they are read out, they will be recognized. And you will be punished!" said one of them laughing.

He didn't mean anything malicious, that's why he said that. In addition to the slightest reminder, I still don't believe that Zhao Xuan will use other people's poems.

After all, if it is really plagiarism, who will tell the truth of the matter?

I'm afraid it's really like what Zhao Xuan said, he is not good at poetry, and he is afraid that he will make a fool of himself, so he pretends to be someone else's name.

Zhao Xuan smiled silently. Without explaining anything, he just opened his mouth and recited:

"Mei Xue did not refuse to descend in the spring, and the saugers put aside the pen fee to comment on the chapter.

The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of fragrance. ”

After reading a poem, suddenly the fragrance bursts. The snow fell, and light snow fell again in the sky, and the bones of the plum blossoms that had not yet bloomed in the forest also bloomed one after another.

The fragrance of plum blossoms is overflowing, and the snowflakes are becoming whiter and whiter, as if the two have friction and disputes due to a poem by Zhao Xuan, and neither of them shows weakness first.

Everyone was stunned, and they could feel that Zhao Xuan did not use any vitality when he recited the poem. What does this mean? This means that this poem alone can induce the aura of heaven and earth and make heaven and earth produce all kinds of visions, which is a rare scene for decades!

After a moment's pause, someone finally couldn't help but speak: "This brother is too uninteresting, if this poem is still a wild poem, then what is it that I just made?"

"That's it!" someone immediately chimed in: "Brother Tai also said that I heard this poem from somewhere, and if it was really heard from somewhere else, could it cause such a vision?"

In this world, any poem that can cause a vision must be the first work, that is, the first time it appears in the world. After that, no matter how good the poem is, it needs to be supported by vitality to have an effect. Since Zhao Xuan's poem triggered a vision, it must be the first time it appeared in this world.

They don't know that it is true that this poem appeared in this world for the first time, but it should still be copied.

At this time, it was almost dusk, and the sun just came out and was pressed down by the snow, and someone couldn't help but praise: "Many poets in ancient and modern times often write about snow and plum together, and the snow reveals the message of spring, and the plum shows a noble character." However, the two of them have "friction" for the sake of spring, and they both think that they have taken up the spring and decorated the spring, and neither of them is willing to give in. This way of writing is really novel and unexpected!"

"That's right! No wonder it's 'a sassy pen'. The last two sentences of this poem cleverly highlight the strengths and weaknesses of the two: plum is not as white as snow, and snow is not as fragrant as plum, which answers the reason for 'Sao Ren Ge pen fee commentary', and also explains the basis for snow and plum to hold one end. I really admire it!"

After reading the poem, it seems that this brother wrote this poem with the intention of not saying: borrowing Xuemei's competition for spring, he warns us that each of us has our own strengths and weaknesses, and we must be self-aware. It is the truth to learn from others' strengths and make up for one's own shortcomings! This poem is both interesting and reasonable, and it is worth thinking about and studying!"

In the midst of the praise, Kong Xiuru and the others looked at Zhao Xuan and were also very surprised: although they all knew that Zhao Xuan could write novels, and there were many poems in "Journey to the West" and "Romance of the Gods". However, the poems in "The Romance of the Gods" cannot withstand scrutiny, except for echoing the rhythm, there is no artistic conception at all. Even the poems in "Journey to the West" are only at an average level, and only the ethereal Taoism in them is commendable. Therefore, everyone didn't expect that Zhao Xuan could still "write" such a sentimental and intentional heirloom poem!

Zhao Xuan looked at everyone's expressions, listened to everyone's praise, and couldn't help but secretly say hello to Lu Meipo.

It is also interesting to say that this Lu Meipo's life is unknown, his life deeds are unknown, and there are not many surviving works. Such a character should have been lost to everyone and was drowned in the long river of history, but he never wanted to leave a name for eternity because of the two snow plums.

The discussion of the poem continues. This article will be basically like this, whenever someone makes a poem, others will comment on it, or praise or praise, or lift or step on, or put forward some suggestions, say some shortcomings, of course, this discussion time is also related to the quality of the poem.

If the poem is good, no one minds talking about it for a while, and if the poem is not good, at most there will be few messages, which can be regarded as a comfort to the author, lest he not get off the stage.

Lu Meipo's snow plum is not bad, which naturally attracted everyone to express their opinions and comment from all aspects to highlight their high knowledge.

Time passed slowly, and the already dark sky became darker and darker, and the flying snow caused by Zhao Xuan's song Xuemei had no intention of stopping. At the head of the crowd, Yu Renzhi, who was standing in the drum, cleared his throat and said loudly: "Everyone, if it is too late today, Xue Meiwen will end here." If you are still still happy, you can wait for the next Xuemeiwen meeting to meet again. ”

As soon as the words fell, someone in the crowd immediately answered: "Yu Gongzi is boring, my Xue Meiwen will finally have such a good poem, how can I return to the city so easily?"

"Yes, I still want to ask this brother for advice. ”

"From the point of view below, we stayed up all night today to live up to this brother's song 'Xuemei'!"

Yu Renzhi did not say anything this time, and looked at Zhao Xuan tentatively.

Zhao Xuan threw his hands in all directions and said loudly: "Everyone, there are still important things to do on this trip, so I have to leave, I don't dare to delay more, and I ask you to atone for your sins." ”

People said, "Can't you stay for one night?"

"What is it that makes Brother Tai so urgent?"

"Now that the snow is falling, and it is evening, why should Brother Tai rush overnight? In the next home, it is still spacious, and he dares to stay overnight and have a long talk. ”

Zhao Xuan smiled and declined: "Thank you for your love, I am very fortunate to be poor." However, today's participation in the cultural meeting has been delayed, and now the cultural meeting will be dispersed, and the poor road should be gone. ”

Someone shouted: "In this case, why don't you write a poem as the end of this literary meeting?" As soon as these words came out, everyone was immediately agreed, and they all echoed: "That's right, dare to love brother Tai and give another poem!"

Zhao Xuan shook his head and said: "Poor Dao really doesn't understand poetry, and it's a fluke to memorize a poem indiscriminately, how dare you show ugliness again?"

But the crowd didn't.

Zhao Xuan knows that there are a lot of familiar people in this world similar to ancient times, and he is known for his uprightness, straightforwardness, and straightforwardness. knew that if he didn't make a song again, someone would definitely be "upright" and not let him go, shook his head and smiled, and no longer shirked, and then "released" another Xuemei by Lu Meipo.

"There is plum without snow and no spirit, and there is snow without poetry and vulgarity.

The sunset poem is full of snow and snow, and the plum is very spring. ”

After reading a poem, I suddenly remembered a series of applause.

"Brother Tai's poem is the same as the previous poem, all of which say plum, snow, and poetry, but the previous poem is 'Sao Ren Writing Fee Commentary', but the current one is 'Sunset Poetry Becomes a Day and Snow', which fully describes the weather changes here, and also expounds the relationship between plum, snow, and poetry. Although we have done a lot of work in the Xuemeiwen Club before, none of them can be so suitable. Xuemei Wenhui and Xuemei Wenhui are indispensable for plum, snow and poetry. Only when the three are combined can they form the most beautiful scenery. Only the plum blossoms bloom alone and there is no snow falling, the charm of this scene cannot be revealed; if there are plum blossoms and snow without poems, it will also make people feel indecent. In the next proposal, why don't we use this poem as a 'meeting poem' in the future, what do you think?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone praised it. (To be continued......)