After Huang Junming preached this, the fat man scratched his head awkwardly. He knew what he did, and he was really not the hard work of others. At least he did sarcasticly, and he was indeed sarcastic.

The fat man thought about it and turned around and bowed to the scholars. The meaning was self-evident, and he admitted his mistake. But if the fat man said he would admit his mistake, it would be a little difficult. After all, they are all good-looking people. If the fat man can bow, it would be the sun that hit the west...

"Since the immortal master has come, why not write a poem for us to take a closer look."

Everyone knew what the fat man said when he saw him saluting. But now no one took this fat man seriously. Since the immortal master has appeared, what does the fat man have to do with them? You should know that Huang Junming's status in the hearts of these scholars is also quite good. It may be said that those who are more talented prefer to write a whole poem, but it is still difficult for ordinary scholars to make a whole poem that can be used to make a whole poem. However, the collar invented by Huang Junming can hone their way of writing a poem.

Naturally, it has a certain status in the hearts of scholars.

On the other hand, although Huang Junming wrote few poems, some poems were still circulated among scholars, such as the spring breeze in February at the spring poetry meeting, and the famous quotes Huang Junming said when he hit Zheng Jingxuan. This made him accumulate a certain popularity among scholars. Although it is not well known to everyone, many people know him.

When Huang Junming heard everyone asked him to write poetry, he waved his hand and said, "When I came, I was not a poet. Besides, I could write poetry!" This was not something Huang Junming was pretending to be an egg, and Huang Junming could do it, but since the incident of Princess Qianjin happened, Huang Junming was very cautious about writing poetry, for fear that something would happen accidentally. He said that most poems have their own unique environment in the process of creating. If they copy them casually, it would be quite bad.

For example, what Huang Junming remembers most clearly is "I know my brothers climbing the heights from afar. There is one less person in the dogwoods." But can I recite it at this Leiyou Original Poetry Festival? It must not be. It has nothing to do with the poetry festival. Although it is written about Double Ninth Festival, its meaning has nothing to do with the poetry festival. If you write lyrics, then Grandpa Mao's lyrics are definitely the best choice, but how can you explain the sentence "The yellow flowers on the battlefield are particularly fragrant" to everyone? Being a copy of the article is also a very tiring task. Huang Junming did not plan to wrap himself in until the end.

"Immortal Master, you are joking. The one here doesn't know that your poems are well written. Since you are all here, how can you not write poems? Are you all?" The person who spoke was able to liven up the atmosphere and directly handed over the initiative to the scholars here, but how could the scholars here let Huang Junming hide his weakness? The voices were shouting extremely loudly, which made Huang Junming's ears numb.

Shouldn't these Confucian scholars be powerless? Why do they yell like veterans? Huang Junming rubbed his hair and said to himself, but if he didn't stand up now, it wouldn't be the case. It's hard to refuse kindness. But if he thought about it carefully, Bai Juyi wrote the most poem about the Double Ninth Festival, but none of them fits the current situation. Except for Bai Juyi's Huang Junming who can remember only Li Qingzhao and Grandpa Mao. Grandpa Mao's poem Huang Junming had long rejected it and could not choose, but Li Qingzhao couldn't choose it. At least Li Qingzhao was a woman, and the lyrics were full of powdery aura and could not be related to Huang Junming, a big man. This made Huang Junming a little headache.

Seeing Huang Junming silent, the scholars thought Huang Junming was thinking about some poems, but they held their breath for fear of disturbing Huang Junming's thinking. However, after waiting for a long time, Huang Junming suddenly looked up and said to everyone, "Why don't you sing a song for everyone."

Huang Junming's words shocked a group of scholars. No one expected that Huang Junming would not play according to common sense. It was normal to write poems and drink at poetry meetings, but singing at poetry meetings was the first. You must know that it is now the Tang Dynasty. It is not the Song and Yuan dynasties where lyrics and music are popular. Only those who sing at poetry meetings can only be done by the invited singers. How could Huang Junming, an immortal, do such a thing? Anyway, Huang Junming's words made everyone who was not prepared.

In fact, Huang Junming didn't want to do this. He couldn't make any good poems, and he had no place to copy them. Everyone looked at him. If he didn't take out something, he would never get out of it. After thinking about it, he found the answer to Li Qingzhao. Singing was not like a poem. Singing mainly in tune, so it's enough. Everyone wouldn't deliberately think about the lyrics, and it's not as troublesome as writing poems. Just mix with this Double Ninth Festival~~--you can get through it. Speaking of which, I have to thank the Double Ninth Festival before traveling through time. At that time, in order to meet the situation, the merchants at the foot of Wudang Mountain often played some

The songs related to the Double Ninth Festival are not impossible for Taoist priests to play songs like the 99th Sunny Day. Later, I don’t know who was the first to find a rather retro song. I heard it a little bit like the Double Ninth Festival. Huang Junming happened to write it down secretly, but he didn’t expect to find it at the Double Ninth Festival and use it. Although it was a female voice, it could still be used at this poetry meeting. Besides, the singers sang in the Tang Dynasty, and they were naturally women. After Huang Junming sang it, he must have those singers sang, and I believe the scholars could understand it.

After thinking clearly, Huang Junming, regardless of the surprised expressions of the scholars, began to sing: "After the east fence, the wine is filled with fragrance, the drunken flowers, the shade of the flowers is not slimming, the people who are thinner than the yellow flowers.

Have you ever remembered that I talked about the Red Mansion through the mist and rain. The past is flowing eastward. The moon is in a hurry, but who can understand the joys and sorrows of the joys and sorrows. I invite the bright moon to bring the wine to the breeze. I complain that the wine is strong and drunk on the railings.

In late autumn, look back at the hometown platform.

We met on the first day. We laughed like yesterday but saw the red flowers. The Double Ninth Festival was like an ancient road. You held your hand and wanted to play the guqin. The zither was full of thoughts, and it was already late autumn when you clicked your fingers.

The song is gone. People are still the same as a dream in the south. The evening breeze passes, and the candlelight is touched faintly. The night rain in the courtyard is locked in the dark. The words are ignorant, but they say that people have lived and longing forever. The old songs are singing, and who is singing in a foreign land. I play the piano, but no one listens. The faint fragrance wakes up, the autumn wind is painted cold screen. The moon hides shadows in the mountains. The dogwood is inserted all over the people but drifts away. Old letters, have you ever delivered the gourd? No news, and the few return to the future. The old scenes murmured with the hearts. Drink new songs together, the yellow flowers are accompanied by the wind. When will the moon be bright? After the east fence holds wine, there is a faint fragrance filling the sleeves. Don’t say that the drunken flowers are not **, the curtain rolls the west wind and the people are thinner than the yellow flowers."

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The song mentioned in the article was heard by the Southwest when I was in Dalian by chance. The song title "Double Ninth Festival" was really useful. Hehe, you may have guessed the reason for the Kawen today, but I really can't find an ancient poem that can be used. In addition, most of the poems in this article were excerpted from the post bar except for what everyone knows. Hehe. The Southwest has low talent and cannot write such elegant things.
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