Me and my Jianghu Tavern

"Gentlemen, please, I won't bother you to write poems." After finishing speaking, shopkeeper Wu walked into the cabin. He had said enough, and there was nothing else to do.

There are still many distinguished guests in the cabin to greet, they are all literati, he has to greet well, he doesn't understand poetry, so naturally he has to find someone to come.

A scholar curled his lips and muttered, "Love? It was the same question the year before last..."

The boatman smiled and said, "I'm a scholar, isn't the Double Seventh Festival just a word for love, and there are no questions."

The scholar also felt that what the boatman said was very reasonable, so he felt that there was nothing unusual about this topic.

Zhang Ming and Yan Yuhan were sitting in the cabin, and not everyone heard the shopkeeper Wu standing at the bow talking about the problem, and the people behind were naturally told.

Seeing a table in the cabin with pens and ink on it, Zhang Ming muttered, "The pens and inks are all ready..."

The old man who punted the boat said: "That's natural."

Yan Yuhan thought for a while and felt he had no idea, so he said, "Brother Zhang, how are you going to write it? This question is too broad, and it's a bit difficult to stand out."

"I have no idea." Zhang Ming shook his head.

He himself is a layman, not to mention writing poems or something, and he is almost as good as a copywriter.

Yan Yuhan continued to contemplate the closing ceremony. The definition of this poem is too big. It is easy to write, but it is difficult to stand out.

Chapter 80: Magpie Bridge Immortal

The Double Seventh Festival is the Double Seventh Festival, which is the same as the love story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

"Qixi Festival... Magpie Bridge Immortal."

If he wrote poems at this time with the theme of love characters, what Zhang Ming thought of was the most widely circulated "Magpie Bridge Immortal".

"Magpie Bridge Immortal·Xianyun Nongqiao" is a poem written by Qin Guan, a poet in Song Dynasty.This is a prologue chanting Qixi Festival.

Borrowing the fairy tales of the joys and sorrows of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, it eulogizes the sincere, delicate, pure and faithful love.

This word is deeply affectionate, lofty in conception, beautiful in language, free and fluent in discussion, easy to understand, but also graceful and subtle, with endless aftertaste, especially the last two sentences, which sublimate the ideological realm of the word to a new height and become an eternal classic. sentence.

If these two feelings are long, how are they going up and down.

Zhang Ming still remembers that when he was in junior high school, he copied this poem as a love poem to deceive his female classmates. Although he knew it was copied, but he also deceived her face flushed and deceived a lot.

After thinking about it for a while, Zhang Ming probably remembered the entire content of the poem, but he was not in a hurry to start writing. Let's see how Yan Yuhan wrote it first.

In front of the boat that Zhang Ming was on, there was a slightly larger boat with a flag hanging on it. It was painted with a lot of auspicious clouds, and it was unknown that it was the boat of the rich man.

Due to the problem of sight, Zhang Ming couldn't see the people on the boat either.

There were several people standing on the bow of the boat, both male and female. If Zhang Ming could see it, he would be able to recognize the owner of the boat.

Gongsun Yu, Xiong Wanwan, Song Shusheng, Wu Dabiao, Mian Hulu, Liu Yihan, and Jiang Rou were also sitting together on the boat. There were melons and fruits and snacks on the table, and no one wrote poems. They were just here for fun.

"Ahem." Song Scholar coughed twice, swung his sleeves, and said, "I'm going to write a poem."

Gongsun Yu and the others just turned their heads to take a look, and then they turned their heads, not caring, and each ate and played their own things.

It was as if Scholar Song had said something nonsense.

Seeing this, Song Shusheng patted the folding fan in his hand, walked to the middle, and said, "Hey, what's the matter with you, I'm a talented man who is about to compose a poem, why didn't you show any sign?"

No matter what, Wu Manzi is always the first to refute. I saw Wu Manzi gnawing on the flesh of the fruit, waving his hands and saying vaguely: "Scholar... well, this melon is good. Forget about your poetry. If you can comment Mo Kui, then you will be ashamed."

Jiang Rou and Xiong Wanwan looked at each other, knowing that they were going to quarrel again.

Sure enough, Song Shusheng began to refute, Wu Manzi quarreled with Song Shusheng while eating melons, and his momentum was not weak at all, such things are rare and strange.

Gongsun Yu turned his head and glanced at Liu Yihan, seeing that he was holding a sword with a dead face, so he passed a melon and fruit over and said, "Yihan, eat something."

Liu Yihan reached out to take it, forced a smile, and said, "Thank you."

The corner of Gongsun Yu's mouth twitched, and Liu Yihan's smile was really uglier than crying.

In such a warm atmosphere, Liu Yihan is not easy to refute the interest of everyone, and he is not to blame for the unnatural laughter, he seldom laughs.

After some farce, Scholar Song finally composed a poem. Of course it can't be regarded as a poem.

Wu Manzi picked up the jug on the side and poured a glass, muttering: "On such a lively day, if there is a little wine, it's all the fault of the shopkeeper, who made my mouth tricky."

Wu Manzi looked at the jug in his hand, and said with some dissatisfaction, "This Baihua brew is like water...it belongs to him."

Song Shusheng said: "Manzi, what are you complaining about, it would be good to have this hundred flower brew.

"By the way, Brother Yu, didn't you say that the shopkeeper allowed you to take out a pot last time? Did you drink it?"

Gongsun Yu became angry when he thought of that, "I was caught by my father without taking a sip, and he drank all of it, and now he asks me to get wine back all day. It's not like you don't know the rules of the tavern. How can I drink?" Do it."

"It would be nice to take Uncle Gongsun to the tavern." Xiong Wanwan said.

"How can he get out of the city..." Gongsun Yu was a little frustrated, but he suddenly thought of another person, "But that man named Sikong Ming has a jar of tourist's drunkenness. Last time Brother Zhang exchanged it with him. I know whether he has finished drinking or not."

"A jar!" Wu Manzi exclaimed, and then muttered, "I'll go to Sikong's house to snatch it tomorrow."

Everyone talked and laughed, but they didn't take it seriously, they were all jokes.

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There is not much time limit for writing poems and lyrics, as long as they are handed in before the results appear, so Zhang Ming is not in a hurry.

Yan Yuhan held back for a long time, sweating profusely, finally picked up the pen, and wrote four sentences in one go.

He took a long breath and finally wrote it. Yan Yuhan looked at the poem written on the paper and nodded, showing how satisfied he was, "Although this poem can't win the top prize, it is my favorite poem now. work."

Looking around Zhang Ming, the handwriting is neat, revealing that this fortitude is much better than his own handwriting; the poem is also good, but it is not about the relationship between a man and a woman, but about friendship and parental love.

"Brother Zhang, have you made up your mind?" Yan Yuhan turned his head and asked.

"Okay." After Zhang Ming nodded, he picked up the brush, dipped his sleeves in ink, and wrote the three characters 'Magpie Bridge Immortal'.

"Magpie Bridge Immortal...it should be a poem about love between children." Yan Yuhan thought to himself.

[Xianyun Lane, Flying Stars Spread Hatred, Yinhan is darkened all the way.

As soon as Jinfeng Yulu met, they won but countless on earth.

The tenderness is like water, and the good times are like dreams.

If the two feelings last for a long time, how can they be in the morning and evening. 】

After finishing the whole word in one go, Zhang Ming put down the brush in his hand and took a deep breath.

Yan Yuhan's eyes widened. He looked at the magpie bridge fairy and opened his mouth. It took him a long time to speak: "It's so beautiful..."

The slender clouds change delicate patterns, and the flying meteors convey elaborate regrets.

Although the meeting in the autumn wind and white dew is short, it is better than countless ordinary days and nights in the world.

Fairy...

Magpie Bridge Immortal...

It's really fairy-like.

The most beautiful thing is the last two sentences: If the two feelings last for a long time, how can they be in the same day and night.

"This, this, this..." Yan Yuhan looked a little crazy, the composition of this poem is really wonderful.

Who is this brother Zhang who met by chance?

He turned his head to look at Zhang Ming, and Yan Yuhan could be sure that this time the poetry chief was none other than this person based on a single poem.

Fairy Magpie Bridge... When will I be able to compose such a poem?

Yan Yuhan took a deep breath, got up and cupped his hands to Zhang Ming, and asked, "Which literati is Brother Zhang, how offended you are."

Seeing him salute to him, Zhang Ming quickly shook his head and said, "I'm not, I'm just a shopkeeper."

Yan Yuhan was stunned for a moment, and then he understood that such a literati should have a weak personality, and he didn't want to reveal it, so he didn't ask again, and bent down again, "The student knows."

"..." Zhang Ming felt a little helpless, saluting one after another, he really couldn't stand it, he was Wen Chaogong.

Chapter 81: Don't read it

The moonlight is reflected on the lake, and several lanterns surround the bright moon in the water.

The sandalwood window of the pavilion by the lake was wide open, and a beautiful woman by the window held a cattail fan, half-covered her face and looked at those talented scholars in Hu Zhongzhong. If anyone looked at them, she would close the window in shame.

This poem will be prepared for the talented scholars in Jian'an. If they write a good poem and win the top prize, all the prostitutes and beauties in brothels in Jian'an City will look at them with admiration.

"This year's question is easy to write, but I have no hope anyway."

"I heard from them that Caizi Liu is also here..."

"Really, that's something to watch."

To say that the one who is most in the limelight is Liu Jiangnan, the talented scholar who won the poetry title last year.

Liu Jiangnan was born in a poor family, studied since childhood, and determined to be a Jinshi.

The county examination, the government examination, and the hospital examination went smoothly all the way, and he won the reputation of a scholar.

But this is not enough. Last year, I took part in the provincial examination to refer to the candidates. Since ancient times, I don’t know how many students have been awarded as scholars. Everything can’t go so smoothly.

Liu Jiangnan was depressed in every possible way. When he was hit for a while, he thought that this poem would express his depression. Who knew that the poem "Sigh of Frustration" became famous, won the jackpot, and was appreciated by the county magistrate. He is not a poetic talent , today is just to come and see, it doesn't hurt too much.

A young boy came out of the boathouse in the lake, and read aloud: "Sorrowful and sad, with the help of Altair and Weaver Girl, the way is close to the joys and sorrows of the world."

The young man continued: "This word ranks first, and it was written by Liu Jiangnan Liu students."

"Liu Jiangnan was created so quickly!"

"Hurry up, we can't let Liu Jiangnan steal the limelight."

Those who can participate in the poetry meeting have more or less cultural background.

At this time, when everyone around heard the words written by Liu Jiangnan, no matter in terms of wording or conception, the former was superior to the former.

At the poetry meeting, this is probably the case. Even good words that are rarely seen on weekdays are often compared to others.

It was not uncommon for a person to become famous and gain both fame and fortune by relying on a good poem.

If you want to submit your poems, you only need to take a lantern and put it on the bow.

When the boy saw him, he would row a boat to collect poems, leaving some gaps between the boats to allow them to pass through.

On the boathouse in the lake, a few old men sat upright, and a scholar in a Confucian robe sat beside him.

"Liu Xuezi, although your poem seems to be good, it is remarkable. It is not as good as the song "Frustrated Sigh" from previous years." The old man in the middle said, and everyone nodded one after another, but this poem is really remarkable. .

The scholar in Confucian robes is Liu Jiangnan, and he cupped his hands to the old man in the middle and said, "Mr. Xu, the students are not proud of their poems. If it weren't for the impoliteness of the provincial examination at that time, they would not have been able to compose last year's poem."

"That's right, Liu Xuezi's ambition is to take the imperial examination, so he knows what he knows about this year's rural examination?" Xu Sanwen, the old man in the middle, said.

"Seven out of ten." Liu Jiangnan said.

Xu Sanwen nodded and stroked his beard, very satisfied. Liu Jiangnan was personally invited by him, just because of Liu Jiangnan's determination to be a Jinshi.

After all, where there is a will, there is a way.

Next, one poem after another was sent up, all of which were made by talented people. Most of the people in this boathouse are influential literati in Jian'an, such as Xu Sanwen, who was a Jinshi in his early years and retired here in Jian'an in his later years. , counting his most prestigious.

"This one is too bad, the first one doesn't make sense, don't take it out and read it."

"This poem has a clear meaning and is remarkable, but it can also be regarded as a masterpiece. Take it out and read it."

"There are a lot of poems to be selected this year..."

Liu Jiangnan took out an article casually, just to join in the fun, and the final decision is not on him.

"Magpie Bridge Immortal..." Liu Jiangnan murmured while looking at the words on the paper.

When he saw Shangque, his eyes lit up.

"Slender clouds make tricks, flying stars spread hatred, and silver men are far away from darkness."

Liu Jiangnan read it unconsciously, and Xu Sanwen looked at it from the side.

After listening to Shangque, Xu Sanwen commented: "Although the words are clever, the intention is not enough. Flying stars spread hatred, but after all, they have not escaped the pattern of sorrow."

Xu Sanwen's evaluation of this first sentence is also considered pertinent, but at this time the old man did not see that when Liu Jiangnan next to him looked down again, his face gradually glowed.