I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

It wasn't until Yin Xuan finished reading this poem that he thought of another poem about chrysanthemums.

But it's all right.

If you don't force reading comprehension, no one will be able to see that this poem about chrysanthemum contains such and such meanings.

Readers savored this poem carefully.

To be honest, this poem is really not very good, and it even seems to be forced to rhyme-today is September [-]th, and for the sake of rhyme, it is forced to be September [-]th.

But this courage is too rare.

Chrysanthemums bloom in late autumn, just when trees withered and leaves turn yellow and everything withers. Since ancient times, chanting chrysanthemums has always had a sad meaning.

Even though Tao Yuanming's writing about drinking and chrysanthemums is shining, it seems to be at ease, but deep down, there is still a sense of desolation and independence.

But this poem is very atmospheric.

"After my flowers bloom, a hundred flowers will kill them" is even more of a meaning that everything in the world withers is born of chrysanthemums.

And a "I spend" compares herself to a chrysanthemum, doesn't that mean she has strong confidence in her own talent?In the whole world, there is no one who can compare to himself.

The last two sentences express this confidence and pride to the fullest. They are writing that sooner or later his talent will be famous throughout Chang'an, and everyone is praising him.

This is not such a cryptic poem.

It's just that the eyes of the scholars looking at Yin Xuan became even hotter and strange.

The person who can write this kind of poem is just an ordinary person?

Yin Xuan felt his scalp tingle from being stared at by them.

Wu Youdao said respectfully, picked up a glass of chrysanthemum wine, and drank it in a big gulp: "The store is so brave, I feel ashamed."

One person felt a little itchy: "Can the store make another song?"

Scholars' desire for good poetry is no less than their desire for food. Good wine, good food, and good poetry should appear together.

Yin Xuan waved his hand and just thought of another song, so he read it directly: "This is the last one, there is no more."

Saying that, he paused.

"The three paths of the hometown spit out the secluded bushes, and the dark frost fell into the blue sky overnight."

"How many people have not returned from the end of the world, borrowing the fence to watch the autumn wind."

This is a poem by Tang Yin. His chanting peach blossom is the most famous, but this chanting chrysanthemum is also quite good.

It is another very simple and straightforward poem, but the rhyme and level are much better than the poem just now.

The scholars looked at Yin Xuan, and the look in their eyes became even hotter.

It's still a good poem.

It seems to be a metaphor for himself, comparing himself to a chrysanthemum, saying how depressed he is, a literati who has fallen into the end of the world.But after only a few days of contact with the shopkeeper, they realized how amazing the shopkeeper's talent is.

Then there is the last poem, the store owner doesn't seem like the kind of person who is frustrated and complains.

What is the poem talking about?
One person suddenly realized, looked at the puzzled eyes of the surrounding students, and whispered: "I know what this poem means."

Others looked sideways and looked over.

"The store is still a chrysanthemum, but who said that if there are no returning customers in this world, it is the store itself?" This person had a determined expression on his face.

"Think about the store's last poem, "When the flowers bloom, a hundred flowers will kill them. Does this autumn really have a desolate meaning for chrysanthemums?"

"What this clearly means is that those who claim to be talented but frustrated, under the real test, can only sigh, look at the bleak autumn, and say that they are so downcast. They see the autumn wind ?"

"No, they see chrysanthemums in the autumn wind."

"A truly talented person will bloom proudly in the autumn wind like a chrysanthemum."

hiss--

After hearing him finish speaking, all the scholars at the table gasped. After saying this, the second poem immediately surpassed Yongju's desolate restrictions.

There was some shame on their faces.

I'm afraid this poem was made for them. Aren't they the kind of people who complain about how depressed they are every day?
Wu Youdao got up again and bowed to Yin Xuan: "The store owner is a genius, I was the one who was rude, the store's education is that I will definitely learn from the store owner in the future, and stop moaning."

Yin Xuan looked at them blankly.

etc.
What have you come up with!It is understandable that Huang Chao's poem has some reading comprehension, but Tang Yin's poem is just an ordinary poem about chanting chrysanthemums!

No matter how they looked at their attitudes, there was a feeling that they had just spit out from their mouths, which were two poems persuading students.

The following poetry reception turned into an appreciation and analysis of these two poems.

Yin Xuan listened with relish, nodded from time to time, showing a look of sudden realization.

It turns out that I can still understand it this way.

Seeing Yin Xuan's attitude, the group of scholars became even more excited. They didn't leave until the night gradually fell, with drunken faces on their faces.

After staying for so long, there is no shortage of dishes.

Especially because Yin Xuan was still listening to them appreciating poems, they ordered food very proudly. Originally, today's income should not be very good, but they abruptly raised their income to the same level as in the past.

Yin Xuan watched them leave with emotion in his heart.

What I thought was too good, this group of scholars are not serious people.Perhaps scholars all over the world have such a common problem, they always make up some weird things in their brains.

Others can't count the words and write "There are two trees in my house, one is a jujube tree and the other is also a jujube tree", they can all think that this is the author's lonely state of mind and criticizing this insensitive Society expects "other trees" to appear.Establish a heroic image of "upright".

But the shot is quite generous, so please forgive them on this point.

The Double Ninth Festival has passed.

Yin Xuan didn't feel much, but Yin Lulu lived happily.

On the second day, it was still Li Yingzi who called to open the door.

Li Lizhi and Li Shu came early in the morning just like the previous days, with tired expressions on their faces. It could be seen that for them, yesterday's festival was more like a torture.

"Brother Zhengyang, order two Man Jiang Hong." Li Lizhi lay on the table, waiting feebly for the fried rice with eggs.

Yin Xuan was a little curious: "Is it going to be eaten at noon and at night?"

Li Shu also lay on the table, rolling her head: "It's Daddy who will come after noon. He asked us to tell Brother Zhengyang to prepare Man Jianghong."

Li Shimin has wanted to eat braised pork for a long time, but he has never had this opportunity. It is not easy for him to eat this kind of pre-ordered dish.

He wasn't sure if he left the palace today, he could still leave the palace tomorrow.

Yin Xuan nodded and agreed.

After noon, Li Shimin really came, with a slightly bloated belly, he walked in slowly from the outside.