Suppliers from both worlds have dominated the world since Datang!

Zhuang Zhou quickly wrote (copied) a poem.

"Ma San, put this poem in the basket."

"Oh well."

Ma San can read and count, but he doesn't know how to recite poems and write lyrics.

But in his opinion, this thing needs time to brew. Only then can you produce excellent works.

however.

Just now.

When he saw Mr. Zhuang holding the brush, he finished writing a poem.

Although the writing is ugly.

But I can't stand the speed!

I’m afraid that if I don’t write faster, I won’t be able to remember the rest!

Is the inspiration coming so fast?

As for the fat tiger and the thin monkey.

He can't even write his own name.

So in their opinion, they admire a cultural person like Mr. Zhuang even more.

Mr. Zhuang is not only handsome, but also young and wealthy.

The key is...he still has talent.

I saw that someone had already put the poems into the basket.

The literati and poets were even more excited.

In other words, the pressure is greater.

"How could someone make a song so quickly?!"

"The sooner you do it, the sooner you die. There's nothing to say."

"Okay, don't say anything. I thought of something else. It's perfect!"

"..."

Zhuang Zhou was already drinking tea again.

Just looking at all the sluts, frowning, racking their brains.

It’s really hard for you!

"Mr. Zhuang, can Miss Hongyu appreciate the poem you just wrote?"

Ma San asked worriedly at this time.

Zhuang Zhou pondered for a while and said:

"If this girl is really talented and knowledgeable, she will definitely take a liking to her."

This is true.

Only those who understand good works know their value.

To a layman, you can just hand him the draft of the mass-energy equation.

He might just use it to wipe his ass.

Time passed quietly.

Soon, people began to put the poems they had written into the basket.

Then everyone drank tea and chatted confidently.

Waiting for the favor of the ruby ​​girl.

Let’s go to Wushan Yunyu together.

Before long, those who could write poems had already submitted their papers.

Next, wait for Miss Hongyu to mark the exam.

When the maid appeared in the attic again, there was a commotion in the lobby.

"My dear gentlemen, this poem was written by Mr. Lin. Please listen to it..."

Then the maid read the poem in her hand aloud.

There was another commotion off the field.

"This poem is undoubtedly a masterpiece. No wonder it has caught the attention of the red jade girl. It is rare and rare."

Zhuang Zhou also felt that the poem he just wrote was good.

It is said that even the poetry written by great writers in ancient times was by no means accomplished overnight.

He also had to pay attention to rhymes and oblique sounds.

But this rhyme is the simplest.

The difficulty is even more difficult in the flat and oblique sounds.

Therefore, when writing poetry, we often chew on words.

Consider sentence by sentence and word by word.

It was modified slowly.

If a poem only focuses on rhyme, not on rhyme.

This is what later generations called lyrics.

Especially modern pop music, only one thing is smooth and catchy.

With a little rhyme added, it can be considered a good lyric.

But modern people have lost this cultural heritage and only use rhyme to evaluate the quality of a word.

The maid read out three poems about separation and sorrow one after another.

Every song seems to be remarkable.

But every song seems to be a little bit different.

Just when it was difficult for everyone to rank the top spot.

Just listening, the maid spoke again:

"The girl has also chosen a poem here. The name of the poem is 'Yulin Ling', please listen!"

When everyone in the hall heard that it was actually a poem, they became less interested.

The so-called Tang poetry and Song lyrics do not mean that the Tang Dynasty only had poetry but no lyrics.

The word Ci actually originated in the Tang Dynasty.

It only became popular in the Song Dynasty and reached its peak.

The Tang Dynasty was precisely the peak of the development of poetry.

That’s why we have the term Tang poetry and Song lyrics.

They can be regarded as two insurmountable peaks in ancient times.

"On such a solemn occasion, someone actually writes lyrics?"

"Yes! There are really some people who are not afraid of death."

"How could this Hongyu girl fall in love with this poem?"

"Let's hear it!"

"..."

While everyone was discussing, they heard the maid in the attic read out:

“The chilling cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night, and the sudden rain has begun to subside.

There is no clue in the tent of the capital, but at the place of nostalgia, Lan Zhou urges it.

Doubted see tears in their eyes, even Yuning choke.

Reading to go, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the dusk is deep and the sky is wide.

Passionate has hurt parting since ancient times, and it's even more nagging, cold and cold!

Where to wake up tonight?

Willow bank, dawn and waning moon.

This is going to be a good year.

Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them? "

Just say one word!

The whole audience was silent.

a long time.

A middle-aged man suddenly shouted:

"it is good!"

This sudden slap startled the person next to him.

"This poem is really a masterpiece of parting and farewell emotions!"

"The most important one is 'Even if there are thousands of styles, who should I tell them to?'"

"How wonderful! How wonderful!"

As soon as the middle-aged man spoke, many people followed suit.

Although these people are proud of writing poetry.

Very few people write lyrics.

Even if there is, it can only be regarded as a work of graffiti.

But for the song "Yulin Ling" just now, no one praised it.

The atmosphere was suddenly pushed to a climax.

Everyone commented privately on the exquisiteness of this poem.

"Doubted see tears in their eyes, even Yuning choke?"

"Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it's even more embarrassing to be left out of the Qingqiu Festival!"

"Where are you sober tonight?"

"..."

Zhuang Zhou didn't take it seriously.

This poem comes from Liu Yong, who is a frequent visitor to Fireworks Liu Lane.

He is the best at writing lyrics, and especially understands the thoughts of these singers best.

He can be called the confidant of the singers.

It is said that after Liu Yong's death, no one buried him.

It was the singers who pooled their money to bury him.

Because Liu Yongshan writes about urban life.

There is even a rumor among the people that "wherever there is well water, one can sing and sing forever".

This shows the influence of this person.

“I dare to ask, which brother’s masterpiece is this poem?!”

The middle-aged man glanced at everyone, but no one responded.

His eyes fell on the attic maid again and asked:

"Girl, may I ask what this person's name is?"

When he asked, everyone wanted to know whose masterpiece this poem was.

They knew most of the literati and students in Chang'an.

But it seems that there is no one who is good at writing lyrics in my memory.

And he can also write such words.

Presumably he will never be an unknown person.

At this time, the maid in the attic glanced at the words in her hand and said loudly:

"This person's name is Liu Qi."

The maid's voice fell.

There was another explosion in the lobby:

"Liu Qi? Who is it?"

"Have you heard that among the literati in Chang'an City, there is someone named Liu Qi?"

"If you ask me, I don't know him either!"

"I don't know who is Mr. Liu Qi. Please stand up and meet him."

The name Liu Qi was of course left by Zhuang Zhou.

He copied this poem.

The right of signature must belong to Liu Yong.

And Liu Yong is also called Liu Qi.

Zhuang Zhou saw that the atmosphere was almost heightened.

Just as he was about to stand up to answer, he heard Ma San suddenly shout loudly:

"My boss makes it."

Wow!

Everyone's eyes fell on a corner of the back seat.

Zhuang Zhou immediately felt countless pairs of eyes staring directly at him.

"Who is this person?"

"never seen it?"

"Is it him? Can he create such a masterpiece?"

"It doesn't look like it! Did you copy it?"

"Where can I copy such a masterpiece?"

Zhuang Zhou had no choice.

He had to stand up and smile lightly.

This feeling!

It's like being last in the class and suddenly ranking first in the class.

At this time, he was called to the podium by his class teacher, and he was greeted by the questioning eyes of his classmates.

"..."