The fierce peasant woman is busy farming

Everyone was drunk and full, and was eager to express their thoughts and show their talents.

Someone came up with it quickly, took a piece of paper and spread it out, and was about to take a pen, but felt something was not right.

He picked up the paper again, looked at it from left to right, and kept shaking his head and nodding, nodding, and shaking his head.

What kind of paper is this? How can it be so thin and yet so tough? The surface feels smooth to the touch and looks like it should be of good quality.

He pondered for a long time, afraid that he would forget the poem he had prepared, so he picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and started writing.

"Early Summer Scene in the Mountains"

In early summer the woods spread their green clothes, and the water wheels make long and lingering sounds.

Time passes slowly beside the big stone mill, and the waterfall is like silver hanging on the wall.

The deep pool is sparkling with ripples, and the green rice seedlings are reflecting the warm sun.

The scholars stroll and compose poems, while the farmers work and laugh.

The breeze on my face makes me feel intoxicated, and I enjoy the beautiful scenery in the mountains. "

Everyone praised it.

A man standing beside him laughed and scolded, "How come your poem is so similar to the one I thought of?"

"You write it down too, and we can comment on it." The people around started to make a noise.

The man couldn't refuse, so he wrote it down.

It was obvious that he was also very interested in the paper when he took it.

However, everyone was urging him to finish his work, so he had to concentrate and write a poem first:

"Early Summer in the Mountains"

The mountains are filled with endless charm in early summer, with thick green trees shading the blue sky.

The waterfall is like a silver ribbon, and the deep pool is like a mirror reflecting the green grass.

Rice seedlings spread across the countryside, and a large stone millstone stood in the grass.

A scholar sitting idle thinks of wonderful words, while a farmer works and smiles in the wind. "

Everyone looked at it and burst into laughter; they did look somewhat alike.

Soon, poems and essays came out one after another.

Xuan Mo looked at the papers one by one. Although he nodded to show his admiration, he was actually not convinced in his heart.

Although these poems describe the scenery beautifully and express emotions in a general way, they lack some artistic conception.

Master Cui was just looking to promote his favorite student, and seeing such a good opportunity, he certainly didn't want to miss it.

Then he twirled his beard and said, "Xuan Mo, Jun Mo, do you have it?"

Xuan Mo knew what the Master meant. He had been preparing a draft in his mind. After a moment of hesitation, he slowly read:

"Early Summer in the Mountains"

The scenery in the mountains is beautiful in early summer, and the farmers are happy despite the hardship.

Carrying the old and the young, we walked along the mountain roads, reclaiming wasteland and planting fertile fields.

In the morning, I am busy with farming in the morning dew; in the evening, I am working on the fields with the setting sun.

Time passes but love remains unchanged, and eventually difficulties can be turned into poems. "

Everyone was amazed. Although the technique of this seven-character poem was immature and there was not much description of scenery, it won in terms of lyricism.

At such a young age, he knows the difficulties of farming and the hardships of people's livelihood. He is a good poet, with good feelings and a good mind!

Master Cui recited it to himself several times, feeling quite proud.

He then gestured for Jun Mo to write it.

When others saw that Jun Mo was just a child of five or six years old, they thought that Cui Renjie was really interesting.

Most children of this age are still playing in the mud and cannot even recognize all the words, so how can they write poetry?

Unexpectedly, Jun Mo also followed his brother's example and frowned and pondered for a moment, then relaxed his brows, obviously he also had it.

"Early Summer Waterfall"

It was the eighth day of the fourth month in early summer, and all the streams where the waterfalls gushed out became silent.

The towering momentum breaks through the cloud cliff, and half of the cliff is covered with jade gauze.

The flying spray is like smoke that obscures the distant mountains, and the rushing waves are like snow that reflects the morning glow.

With lofty ambitions, I want to reach the top of the world and capture the beauty of the world."

When this poem came out, the whole audience was shocked. He did not write a panoramic view like others did.

He only wrote about the most prominent and shocking scenery, the waterfall.

His description of the scenery was not outstanding, but the powerful momentum that soared into the sky made everyone drop their jaws in shock, and no one dared to speak for a long time.

They were all immersed in the shock brought to them by the poem.

I always feel like something is not right, but when I think about it carefully, I can't figure it out.

They had to pretend to drink and eat, or lower their heads to think, and no one was willing to speak first.

"Okay, good poetry."

There was a loud explosion on the top of the mountain, pulling everyone back from their thoughts.

When I looked back, I saw a man wearing a neat black short coat, about six feet tall, with a beard, and his long hair was tied up with only a black belt.

He sat on the tip of a huge rock, his clothes fluttering as if they could be blown down by the wind.

He was holding a huge wine gourd in his hand and drinking from it.

If he changed into a white robe, he would look like a god.

When I looked more closely, he had already kicked his feet and floated down from the big rock.

He landed beside Jun Mo and said to Xuan Mo and Jun Mo, “Your poems are all very good, I like them.

Come, I will join in the fun today and write a sour poem. "

Let's talk, walk to the stone table, pick up the pen and write, and it's done in one go:

""Mountain Feelings""

In early summer, the forests are lush green, and the gentle breeze blows into your arms.

The white spring gurgles over the rocks, and the green trees are lush and verdant.

The chivalrous knight drinks fine wine with great enthusiasm, and enjoys the delicacies of fat and red meat.

I write poems with my brush and ink, and enjoy the endless joy.”

My goodness, what kind of place is this? Any rough man from the mountains can actually write poetry.

It’s well written, ahem, but not satisfactory.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing who was coming.

Cui Renjie laughed and said:

"Brother Ren, you didn't come when I asked you to, but now you come and make a noise."

Although he spoke with great disdain, his tone was intimate and his attitude was kind, and it seemed that he was an old friend of Prime Minister Cui.

Everyone present was a smart person. They stood up to greet and praise the poem.

This episode obscured the obvious intention of Jun Mo's poem.

Although it was covered up on the surface, some people became interested.

Prime Minister Cui is really not particular about details.

He had been banished from the capital for a long time, and now the emperor is generous and wants to pardon him and even recall him to serve in an important position.

But he was arrogant because of his talent and favor, and now that he is a small prefect, he still doesn't know how to restrain himself.

How arrogant.

Arrogant people teach arrogant disciples.

The older child was just okay, just average.

How could this child, who is only a few years old, write such a poem?

Forget it, I'd better stay away from him, so as not to get covered in blood.

So many people, with different ideas.

Some people like the boy's arrogance, some hate him, and some are afraid of him.

People with different ideologies cannot work together. Master Cui saw the subtle expressions and attitudes of the people present clearly, and sneered in his heart.

He is old, but not blind.

The saint is young and has no son.

But saints always grow up and mature.

He has so many concubines, and they will always give birth to sons for him.

I heard that Concubine Guo in the palace was pregnant and was about to give birth. This time, several imperial doctors took her pulse and said that it was a boy.

Those princes from the royal family who are ready to make moves in the court will probably be disappointed.

Humph, some of them always like to dream unrealistic dreams.

In terms of literature, we have Cui Renjie; in terms of military affairs, we have General Su; and the sage is a wise and benevolent ruler who is rare in the world. The Zhao family's empire will not change.

After the banquet, everyone was still reluctant to leave, but no one dared to mention writing poetry again.

Master Cui showed off to them the fine wine stored in the cave, and looked at the drunken poets drooling with pride.

He said in a clear voice: "My niece Zhou Yue, whom I met here, is opening a tavern in Beijing, which will open soon.

There will not only be good wine and delicious food, but also singing and dancing performances in the restaurant.

Today, someone will compose music for poems and rehearse them into songs and dances and sing them for you.

Please come and visit us at that time.

If you are interested, please leave your calligraphy on the stone table before you leave, so that I can send my niece to send you the opening invitations."

After saying this, he bowed deeply.

Ha, so this is the purpose of today.