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[1] "The Big Crab Wearing the Red Robe" Meng Jiao. Poem [1]
Yan Tiemu'er is very happy today.
He saw Liu Ruyan's big watery eyes, and she looked very cute in an emerald green dress, so he called her to his side, took her little hand and laughed and teased, "Such a little girl with such a voice!" Gao Liang, like a little frog."
Finally, Yan Tiemuer said again: "Little frogs wear green clothes."
Liu Ruyan thought that the prime minister was going to have a poem with her, but when she saw that the prime minister was wearing a festive big red robe, she said casually: "The big crab is wearing a red robe."
Hearing Liu Ruyan's poems, the venue immediately fell silent.
? Since Yan Tiemu'er took power, he has covered the sky with one hand, wanton and unscrupulous, with eyes from both sides. This poem is too in line with the reality of the time.
Only someone shouted: "Bold!" Liu Ruyan quickly knelt down, crying in fright.
It was Boyan, a member of the Privy Council, who called the call. He had just revoked the title of Prime Minister Zuo, and he was already angry, so he went towards the little girl.
Actually, this "boldness" is not all aimed at Liu Ruyan, but mainly at Yan Tiemu'er, who is dissatisfied with his control of the government.
Wang Shouchang also knew the seriousness of the matter, because Liu Ruyan was his servant, Yan Tiemu'er would think that he was talking about the government behind his back, and the servants listened to him, so he uttered this poem. Wang Shouchang hurried over and knelt down, also breaking out in a cold sweat.
[2] Poetry by Xue Tao in "Chibian Building"
Liu Haohao was different from the general women. She stood up calmly and said, "I don't know that the prime minister likes poetry. I wrote a poem for the prime minister. Can I sing it here?"
Yan Tiemu'er motioned for her to read it to everyone.
Liu Haohao smiled sweetly and said loudly:
"Pinglin Yunniao Bachuangqiu,
?Sichuan forty prefectures;
Generals, don't be greedy for Qiang horses,
See the edge at the top. "
Based on this poem alone, who would have thought that it was written by a prostitute, whose lofty sentiments and ambitions are no less than that of a general commanding thousands of troops!
Liu Haohao's poems are written with heroic spirit, forceful style, and far-reaching insights, so that all the guests praised her person and poems, and they couldn't help but respect Liu Haohao. In particular, Liu Haohao's "beautiful smile" before reciting poems simply confuses the entire capital.
Yan Tiemu'er was even more delighted, as if this poem was a hymn to his great contribution, so he asked: "Who is this for?" Yan Tiemuer asked knowingly, he knew who Liu Haohao was, and his real It means that he wants to keep Liu by his side.
Wang Shouchang hurriedly said: "This is the family of the lower officials."
Yan Tiemu'er resentfully gave up
On the way home, Liu Ruyan sobbed in Liu Haohao's arms.
Comfort her well: "Okay, it's okay, don't cry."
Wang Shouchang said angrily: "It's okay! Today, we almost won't be able to come back."
Liu teased her well and said, "What do you think? He eats fat, walks wildly, and wears a big red robe. He really looks like a big crab."
Wang Shouchang said solemnly: "But okay, you have to discipline Ruyan. This child doesn't know how to speak! You can't just say what it looks like in your eyes!" Can't stop laughing, Liu Haohao couldn't help laughing even more.
Liu Ruyan looked at them inexplicably, not knowing why they were laughing.
Wang Shouchang stopped laughing and said: "However, today is too risky - you didn't see his piercing eyes, staring at you all the time! It seems like he wants to swallow you in one bite. No matter how old you are, That old rascal."
Liu took a good look at Wang Shouchang, and laughed again with a poof.
Wang Shouchang stroked his already white beard and smiled embarrassingly.
[3] "Gold Thread Clothes" by Du Qiuniang. Poetry Liu Huan. Song Yao Beina. Song
Boyan, who was removed from the title of Prime Minister Zuo, stayed at home and was unhappy.
Boyan's daughter Luoluo said to Yuan Zhen: "I'll make a few side dishes myself, go and invite father to relax!"
Yuan Zhen drove to invite his father-in-law and mother-in-law, and held a small banquet at home, with only Wang Shouchang and Liu Haohao as companions.
The singing and dancing troupe at home performed singing and dancing. All the singers and dancers, big and small, tried their best to win Lord Boyan's favor. But no matter how hard they worked and how they performed, they couldn't lift Boyan's spirits. Seeing that Boyan was about to fall asleep!
Yes, BoyanHow many worlds have you seen? It is not easy to impress him. Coupled with the fact that most of these singers sang clichéd pop songs, the aesthetic fatigue has long been felt!
Liu took a good look at the opportunity and called Du Qiu: "Sing a song "Gold Thread Clothes" to your lord!"
Du Qiu appeared on the stage. You can see her tap on the sandalwood board, slowly turn her waist, and sing a little poem:
"I advise you not to cherish the golden thread clothes,
? Advise you to cherish your youth;
The flowers blooming can be folded straight to be folded,
Don't wait for no flowers and broken branches. "
The original meaning of the word is: Don't regret what has been lost, but you must cherish the present. When the flowers are in bloom, you should hurry up to fold them, don't wait until the flowers wither and just fold an empty branch; another meaning is to cherish the good girl you meet, and don't regret it when you miss it.
Boyan's eyes lit up as he listened, isn't this "chicken soup for the soul"? He lifted his spirits and had an instant epiphany. Isn't these words just to let him, who is already dying, seize the tail of the limited years and enjoy life to the fullest!
He opened his eyes and saw that the little girl singing in front of him was a flower in itself.
The music is beautiful, the words are beautiful, and the people are even more beautiful!
Boyan was very excited, my God! What a beautiful girl who fell from the sky! Excited, he hurriedly asked, "Who made this word?"
Liu Haohao told him that it was created by Du Qiu himself.
Boyan felt, isn't this my bosom friend? A decision was made on the spot to accept Du Qiu as a concubine.
Wang Shouchang happily made a favor.
There are quite a few beauties in the singing and dancing troupe in Yuan's mansion, but they are generally of the nature of temporary expropriation, and almost none of them can get high-ranking officials to take over their houses. Du Qiu has become the luckiest one among them!
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Notes
[1] Meng Jiao (751-814), courtesy name Dongye, was born in Wukang, Huzhou (now Deqing County, Zhejiang Province), and his ancestral home was Pingchang (now Linyi County, Dezhou, Shandong). A famous poet in the Tang Dynasty.
He first lived in Luoyang (now Luoyang, Henan), and lived in seclusion in Songshan when he was young. Meng Jiao failed in the two Jinshi examinations. He was awarded a Jinshi at the age of forty-six. He used to be Liyang County Lieutenant. Because he couldn't stretch his ambitions, he wandered among forests and springs and wrote poems. As a result, many official duties were abolished, and the county magistrate replaced them with false captains. Later, on the recommendation of Henan Yin Zheng Yuqing, he worked in Henan and spent most of his later years in Luoyang. In the ninth year of Tang Xianzong Yuanhe, Zheng Yuqing recruited him again to join the army in Xingyuan Mansion. He went there with his wife and traveled to Yanxiang County (now Lingbao, Henan), where he died of a sudden illness and was buried in the east of Luoyang. Zhang Ji's private posthumous title was "Mr. Zhenyao".
Meng Jiao Gong Poetry. Because his poems mostly describe the hot and cold world and the suffering of the people, he is called "poetry prisoner", and together with Jia Dao, he is called "suburban cold island thin". There are more than 500 Meng poems in existence, among which the short ones are the most, and the most famous one is "Wandering Zi Yin". (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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