Datang Institute of Technology

Taking plum as a poem, there is such a propositional poem almost every winter.

But it is difficult to write because it is too flooded, because almost all that can be written has been written, and there are only one or two outstanding songs in the past years.

The woman in green is surnamed Su, and she is Su Huairou, the daughter of the Su family, the deputy general of Xiazhen.

Su Huairou was a little impatient, "You see, everyone else has finished writing, what should we do?"

There are a few women beside them, probably together, and they are also anxious. Their father got the news from nowhere. There is a noble person here today, so they must behave well.

Don't talk about performing well now, maybe you will make a fool of yourself.

But the more urgent the more useless.

At this time, Chang'an County Lord said, "What's the hurry? Isn't there our civilian talented woman? She is the eldest daughter of the great Confucian Xu family."

After speaking, he looked at Xu Changying with a sneer.

Xu Changying was also speechless, she would not have come if she knew it earlier, but now that she is fine, she has to come to get angry.

Others are county lords, but she still dare not hate her.

Doesn't the so-called civilian talented woman mean that her natal family has no power or influence?

Xu Changying thought about it, Mei is indeed not very easy to write, and it would not be difficult to write a poem on business affairs, but with the county lord of Chang'an at the side, she couldn't calm down.

"Could it be that a commoner talented woman can't even get the word "talented woman"?"

Xu Changsheng was stretching out his small hand to grab the cakes on the table, but the Chang'an county lord kept chattering like a fly, and he suddenly felt that there were flies on the cakes.

Su Huairou anxiously said, "What should I do? The envoy who transcribes the poems is coming. We don't have one in this capital, so we must be laughed at."

Xu Changying also had no choice, she came late, how could she do it in such a short time.

The county head of Chang'an was also a little flustered, but her father insisted that she behave well.

"Moyang Poetry Club, one poem, transcribed." The female envoy who transcribed the poem reported, and then walked towards them.

The head of Chang'an County was shocked. He was just focusing on his own fighting spirit, and now it was too late to ask for help. He couldn't help but glared at Xu Changying, "Can you do it? Isn't your Xu family strong and strong, and you call yourself a great Confucian of Hongxue? How could it fail at a critical moment."

Xu Changying's face turned dark, and they were ashamed as soon as they lost face, so why did they bring her grandfather with them.

At this time, the envoy who transcribed poetry had already come over.

Everyone stopped talking.

"May I ask how many poems Huayu Poetry Club has written?" the female envoy asked.

Everyone blushed because there was not a single capital, but the maid would still report the number of poems.

The poetry meeting is much more fun. One is to meet a good poem, and the other is to listen to the poems reported by the maid, especially those who have not written a capital. .

As for the feeling of being reported to the poetry club?Then the benevolent see benevolence and the wise see wisdom.

The maid smiled, and probably understood the situation. To be honest, the poems I handed in just now were not very good, but I was able to write something to make up for it.

Just about to announce the poem loudly, at this time a childish voice said, "Sister Changying, when you went out just now, didn't you say that you dreamed of a great poet named Wang Anshi and wrote a poem about plums in your dream? ? Why not use it?"

When the ancients got good poems sometimes, they would say that they got them in a dream, which is a kind of modest speech.

Qi Shushu looked at Xu Changying with eyes full of threats for help, with an aura that you dare to hide your secrets and never let them go.

Xu Changying was stunned. When did she dream about Wang Anshi writing a poem when she was going out?Why doesn't she know it herself?

At this time, the voice of the baby said again, "My sister obviously has Wang Anshi's good poems, but she refuses to show them, saying that she is afraid that it will be bad to compare others."

The female envoy was stunned, such a proud and arrogant woman, she is so sure that she can compare with others?Although there are only women in this poetry meeting, those Wen Xianggongs on the opposite side also participate, and they will pass on good poems to each other.

The eyes of everyone looking at Xu Changying can eat people. It's not good to compare people with others. They are almost ashamed and why don't they show it?

"Sister Xu, please, otherwise, if it gets to my father, I won't have a good face when I go back." Su Huairou said with teary eyes.

The others also blinked, wanting to be ashamed, but all of them, Huayu Poetry Club, were ashamed.

Chang'an county master's eyes are like eating people, if she doesn't show her eyes, she will have to die.

Xu Changying didn't have any poems, she looked at Xu Changsheng suspiciously.

I saw Xu Changsheng blinking mischievously and said, "Sister Changying, I still remember that poem, it sounds very nice, why don't you come over here, I will tell you, and you write it."

The female envoy was also full of curiosity, and moved her ears closer.

Xu Changsheng whispered a few words dumbfounded.

The maid suddenly froze and looked at Xu Changying in disbelief.

Xu Changying looked puzzled, so what happened?

The female envoy picked up the pen and started to write quickly, and then ran up with the piece of paper without looking back. This time the leader of the poetry meeting may fall on the woman's side, and those Wen Xianggong will lose face.

The rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay, the female envoy behaved too abnormally, what kind of poem made her almost lose her composure.

Su Huairou asked, "Sister Xu, what kind of poem did the person in your dream write? I can see that the maid's expression is not right."

In normal times, the Chang'an County Lord would probably say something immediately, but the envoy just now behaved a little abnormally.

Above the high platform, the female envoy handed the transcribed poem to a girl in her teens.

The girl was taken aback for a moment, and looked at the envoy in surprise. The envoy whispered a few words before she nodded, "It turns out that it is the Xu family, and it is indeed possible to write such an artistic conception..."

After finishing speaking, he said, "Make a copy and send it to Mr. Wen who is opposite."

The group of women below also saw the girl's expression, and couldn't help asking, "Your Highness, but did someone make any good poems?"

This girl is the eldest princess of the Tang Dynasty, Princess Changle.

Because Uncle Guo is his uncle, she also came at the appointment and sat at the head of the woman.

Princess Changle said, "It's not just a good poem, you can read it and read it."

Everyone became interested and circulated it one after another, and this circulation caused exclamation.

Xu Changying and the others below were a little baffled when they heard the exclamation from above, what happened?

Xu Changying was a little worried just now, but after thinking about it, Changsheng is only four or five years old, what kind of poems can he write?It would be best if she could prevaricate, but if she couldn't, she could only apologize. A four or five-year-old kid's prank should not be severely punished, right?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Xu Changsheng who was stealthily getting pastries, it was really naughty.

At this time, a female envoy on the high platform shouted, "The first plum in the poetry club, the winner is Xu Changying from the Huayu Poetry Club."

Brushing eyes looked over.

Xu Changying was dumbfounded.

Knowing that the winner refers not only to the woman, but also to the group of gentlemen.

It also means that the poem given by Changsheng is overwhelming.

The county magistrate of Chang'an looked at Xu Changying in disbelief. This Xu Changying was indeed talented, but how could it be possible to surpass those Mr. Wen?Wait, she said just now that she didn't want to use that poem to overwhelm others. Could it be that she was also hiding her clumsiness before?

Su Huairou also had a resentful look on her face, "Sister Xu, you have lied to us so badly. If it wasn't your younger brother today, how long will you continue to lie to us?"

The most confused person is Xu Changying, how did she find out that her brain is not enough?

At this time, the female envoy said loudly again, "Princess Changle has invited the leader of Mei Proposition Poetry to come up and answer."

Xu Changying walked up in a daze, so dazed.

Of course, on the man's side, Wang Jieyi, an official of the seventh rank, was also a little confused. Is this "Plum Blossom" made by Xu Changying in a dream?

Among the Chang'an officials, besides his wife, Xu, is there anyone else with the same name and surname?Never heard of it!

And this poem was written by her grandfather Xu Wenyuan, it must be true.

Involuntarily recited the poem in a low voice,

"A few plum branches in the corner,

Ling Han drove alone.

I know it's not snow,

For a dark fragrance.

"(Note: from Wang Anshi's "Plum Blossom")

The artistic conception of this poem is too lofty, and it expresses the habit of plum blossoms, blooming alone in the severe cold, not competing with thousands of flowers, but high in quality.

It is writing about plum blossoms, and it is also about people. It is about the great Confucian Xu Wenyuan. When everyone is flattering him, he wants to be the plum blossom that is not afraid of the cold, proud and awe-inspiring, and endures loneliness and difficult environments.

The last sentence is the finishing touch, using "dark fragrance" to conceive of a quality that is whiter than snow and a great personality charm.

It would be even more terrible if it came from Xu Wenyuan's descendants. This is justifying the name of the elders.

How many years has Xu Wenyuan been demoted?The officials probably have forgotten about him, but he still opened up alone in a difficult environment, exuding a dark fragrance.

The sentences in this little poem are very simple and natural, without any trace of refinement.

I am afraid it will be widely circulated and become a classic.

This is a poem that can be handed down for generations.

"Brother Wang, you must have a hard time at home, right?" At this time, the same period next to him suddenly said.

Wang Jieyi was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't even react.

"Having such a talented wife as a wife, don't you feel a lot of pressure?" Shangguan who usually ignores her also added a word.

Wang Jieyi came to his senses, and hurriedly said, "Scholarly family, the girls from the Qingliu family are indeed more righteous than ordinary people... Zhuojing usually likes to write these poems for self-entertainment, every time I get something, it always makes me feel ashamed, we wait A man who has been in poverty for ten years is sometimes not as good as a girl in a boudoir, so I can only lament the talent."

"Brother Wang, I see that you are so frightened. She is the granddaughter of the great Confucian Xu Wenyuan. If Mr. Xu hadn't been too radical, she might not be worthy now."

"This……"

Wang Jieyi had never been so busy socializing like today, even the county magistrate, who was several grades high and rarely seen in person, came over to say a few words.

But at this time, Xu Changsheng's mouth was raised high, because Xu Changying was surrounded by those women on the high platform and couldn't get out, he was alone now.

Simply slip off the stool and stroll around the yard. This is the uncle's mansion, which is large and distinctive. It should be a symbolic building of the Tang Dynasty.

The uncle's mansion is indeed very big and well managed.

Xu Changsheng's calf bounced up and down.

He is a child with a thick head and a thick head, and no one stops him.

Not long after, I came to a quiet small courtyard, which was very unique, and there was actually a plum tree in the courtyard.

To Xu Changsheng's surprise, a small table was set up alone in the courtyard, and sitting beside the table was a little brother in fine clothes, very good-looking.

The poetry outside is so lively, why is he here alone?

But immediately, Xu Changsheng was attracted by the cakes on the table, and ran over.

The young man in brocade clothes was taken aback for a moment, looking at the child in front of him with his finger in his mouth and looking up at him, who's little gentleman is this?How did you come here?

Xu Changsheng kept blinking at the person in front of him, and then pointed to the pastry on the table. He was so cute, I couldn't believe he didn't give him pastries.

But the tears in his eyes were almost blinking, and the other party didn't respond at all.

bad guy!

Xu Changsheng put a label on him.