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"People say Liu Chengguang is both civilized and military, how can he not be able to write poetry?" Wu Guotai looked at his daughter Sun Shangxiang and asked.
"Such as having both civil and military skills, that's all the boast of Jingzhou people. He is just a martial artist, a shameless disciple!" Sun Shangxiang's tone was filled with sullenness.
"If you are just a martial artist, why are you participating in tonight's poetry meeting?"
"Of course he didn't know what poetry would be, so he went there. But I'm sure he must have been so embarrassed that he couldn't write any poetry at all!"
"Xiang'er, have you met Liu Chengguang?"
"Of courseoh nono" Sun Shangxiang suddenly realized something was wrong and hurriedly changed his words, "How could I have seen him?"
"Ha" Mrs. Wu laughed loudly, "You! Why don't you speak for your husband?"
"Who said he is my husband and I haven't agreed yet? Besides, he hasn't passed the mother's test yet?"
"If he is really good at both civil and military affairs, I will pass this test. Besides, didn't you say that if you want to marry, you should marry such a person?"
"I'm talking about having both civil and military talents. The civil servant must have the talent of Zhou Lang, and the military commander must have the courage of a big brother. Can he do it?"
"Xiang'er, if you do this, you will never find a husband in your life, ha" Mrs. Wu laughed again.
"Mother, you are laughing at me again"
"Xiang'er, was tonight's poetry gathering planned by you on purpose?"
"Nono" Although Sun Shangxiang tried her best to refute, her expression was reflected in Mrs. Wu's eyes.
"Send the poem up!"
"No!" The maid respectfully presented the poem.
Mrs. Wu read it carefully and said, "What a poem, what a poem! The bright moon and the music of the piano are rising day by day, half in the river wind and half in the clouds. This song should only exist in the sky, and it must be heard several times in the world. What a poem!"
When Sun Shangxiang heard this, his eyes widened.
Although she spends her whole day watching swords and guns, she must be a lady among the people. She cannot write poetry, but she can appreciate it.
This is an excellent poem, and there is nothing wrong with it.
"No, this must not have been written by him! How could that disciple write such a poem?" Sun Shangxiang seemed to react, "There was a Wang Can beside him. I heard that he was very talented in literature and was called the talented scholar of Xiangyang. It must have been written by Wang Can."
"Miss, this is really Liu Zhoumu's work!" the maid explained, "Miss Mingyue had just finished playing the piano at that time. It was a work for the occasion. It can't be wrong!"
"Then this poem should be the top one tonight!" Mrs. Wu said.
"not yet!"
"Is there anyone who has written a better poem?" Mrs. Wu was surprised, could there be a better poem than this.
"Of course not! It's just that some people say that this is not a five-character poem, and it is not considered an elegant poem. It should be compared with a five-character poem. And Taishou Bu gave the topic, which is to write about the moon and wine. Liu Zhoumu said that he only wrote one poem, which would overwhelm everyone. Zhang Wen of Wu County refused to accept it and made a bet with Liu Zhoumu. Whoever loses will never write poetry from now on." The maid finished saying this in one breath, feeling a little out of breath.
"Okay! That disciple will definitely lose this time!" After hearing what the maid said, Sun Shangxiang became excited.
"Is that Zhang Wen the talented scholar Zhang Huiru who has been rumored recently?" Mrs. Wu asked.
"Exactly!"
"I heard that the last poetry competition was based on the theme of wine and the moon, and Zhang Huiru came out on top." Mrs. Wu looked at Sun Shangxiang.
Sun Shangxiang lowered his head in embarrassment.
"Xiang'er, it's not good for you to do this! Since it's a competition, it must be fair. If you do this, you won't win with force!"
"I don't care, I just want to make that scoundrel lose and make him look embarrassed!" Sun Shangxiang said angrily.
Mingyue Tower.
All the scholars began to write poems, but Liu Cong was drinking and admiring the moon.
The fastest writer was Zhang Wen. He was eloquent and almost finished a poem.
Gu Yong and Bu Zhi did not write. They were appreciating other people's poems.
"Liu Zhoumu, why haven't you written yet?" Gu Yong asked.
At this time, those Jiangdong talents noticed that Liu Cong didn't even write a word.
"Liu Zhoumu, are you going to stop writing poems now?" Zhang Wen said strangely, "I haven't finished writing yet, maybe you still have a chance."
"Liu Zhoumu's seven-character poem is so good, why can't he write five-character poems?" Quan Cong looked at everyone, "If so, I have some doubts that that poem was not written by Liu Zhoumu!"
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?After hearing Cong's words, everyone looked at Liu Cong with strange eyes.
"Yuan Tan, do you know what genius is?" Liu Cong looked at Gu Yong and asked.
"Liu Zhoumu said he was a genius?" Gu Yong asked back, and his tone was obviously sarcastic. There were people who praised him, but he had never seen anyone praise him like Liu Cong.
"How can a genius be compared to ordinary people? If I don't write it, I will save some face for you. If I write it, your poems will be eclipsed immediately!"
"Ha" Many people laughed disdainfully.
¡°I¡¯m looking forward to appreciating the genius¡¯s poetry!¡±
"I also want to see how the poetry of geniuses is superior to the poetry of ordinary people like us?"
Liu Cong smiled slightly, put down his wine glass, picked up his pen, and started to write.
"Miss Mingyue, come and read!"
"Promise!" Mingyue moved lightly, came to Liu Cong's desk, and began to recite:
"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any intimacy. I raise my glass to invite the bright moon, and we meet the shadows of three people. The moon does not know how to drink, and its shadow only follows me. I will accompany the moon for a while, and my entertainment must last until spring. I sing to the moon as it lingers, My dancing shadows are scattered. We make love together when we are awake, but we are separated when we are drunk. We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in the clouds and Han."
After Liu Cong finished writing, he threw away the pen, picked up the wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp.
There was silence in the entire hall.
When Miss Mingyue was just reciting, there were some small comments. But after four sentences, no one was talking anymore. After chanting a few more words, no one dared to speak anymore.
"It's too easy for the poems of the poet Li Bai to overwhelm you people." Liu Cong thought to himself triumphantly, this is a poem written by the greatest poet in ancient times! Who can compare with him?
After Miss Mingyue finished reciting, she was still not satisfied, so she recited it again with a voice full of emotion.
Everyone, including Wang Can, stopped writing. With the poem in front, who can write it again?
"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date, raising glasses to invite the bright moon, making three people in the shadow. What a poem, what a poem!" Sun Quan looked at the bright moon in the sky in Wuhou Mansion and was filled with emotion.
He suddenly felt how similar the artistic conception of this poem was to his own. Ever since he took charge of Jiangdong, he looked so beautiful, but he was so lonely inside. There were only monarchs and ministers, and they only focused on interests. Where could he find his confidant.
How many times have I drank, only to raise my glass to the bright moon?
"Liu Chengguang, if I were not the Marquis of Wu and you were not the Mu of Jingzhou, you should be a confidant!"
At Ganlu Temple, Mrs. Wu was holding the poem manuscript copied by the maid, and her heart could not be calm for a long time.
"These heroes in troubled times are lonely in their hearts. Mrs. Wu thought of her husband Sun Jian, and often raised a glass to invite the bright moon. And after her husband passed away, why didn't she do the same? (Remember the website address: 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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