It is difficult, fewer people write, and even fewer people write well.

This poem is 110 sentences and 770 words, exceeding the 88 sentences of "Pipa Xing", and almost breaks the record of the length of 120 sentences of "Song of Everlasting Sorrow". It seems even more difficult.

It is not the key point, the most important thing is age. There are people who can write this poem in the Song Dynasty, but they are only twelve years old. They are still improvised on the spot, and they wrote a very long piece in one go... This is not too difficult.

Not that there is no such thing as, why did it appear on the Zheng family?

Many people are dissatisfied with it.

Some people can't figure it out.

But they would not hold Fu Bi's idea, and Lou Yan had a good relationship with Gao Yanei. Maybe they would be his concubine in the future, but they wouldn't be able to do it, so they would cheat a few pillow money. At this time, they were making ugly things, and they were holding on to their lover, which was a normal mentality.

Fu Bi still wanted to speak, but Ma Sihu came over and briefly told Zheng Lang's previous glorious deeds.

Fu Bi is still not convinced. He can't see a person's character from everyone's poems and words, but he is a child after all, right? His words are free and easy, and the little guy's behavior just now seems to be like this, and his poems are similar. Isn't this a high degree of unity of poetry, words and people?

Just by writing good handwriting, you don’t need to use other people’s poems to make your own good name!

Fan Zhongyan smiled slightly and whispered in his ear: "Yanguo, is it written by someone else? Sooner or later, it will be known that it was written by someone else. Can someone else write it for him for the rest of his life? If it were not written by someone else, how could a lady slander with her talent?"

"Yes." Fu Bi suddenly realized, grandma, why am I competing with a lady?

He was full of affection for Zheng Lang. Of course, he didn't expect that it was precisely because of this affection that the two finally got together (don't misunderstand, like-mindedness...).

Liu Zhizhou would not take this matter to heart.

It's right. If she presides over justice and insists on her, wouldn't she betray this matter? Or would she catch Lou Yan and beat him to the top twenty boards, and the Song Dynasty did not have this law.

Another thing was being thought about in my mind. When Zheng Lang was about to finish his pen, he ordered the yamen runners not to circulate them, so let everyone take a look. I guess this word, this poem, will be difficult for the people behind him, so it is better to let everyone visit. It is just the time to have lunch. Put the poem and words away and rest for a while, otherwise the poetry club will not be able to hold it.

After packing it up, I will be ready to give it to the old empress dowager in Tokyo.

But his safe personality must confirm it before giving good news.

The first one found Zheng Lang's uncle and rebuked: "Brother Zhang, why don't you mention it to me if you have such a nephew?"

The uncle said with a bitter face: "Magistrate, I have said it too. The couplets from last year are still fresh in the magistrate's memory?"

"I heard about it."

"That was indeed written by my nephew, which made me have fun on New Year's Day, but others didn't believe it, saying that I was saying good things for my nephew. There was also the matter of checking the accounts, which I didn't know at all in advance. It was the account he checked or asked someone to check. I still don't know it. Others also said that I asked the person I invited. I couldn't tell it, so what should I do?"

Liu Zhizhou was also speechless.

Let's take a look at his house in a few days.

Zheng Lang also made a move here, staring at Lou Yan, not angry, but pity, regret, and finally shook his head.

Then he clapped his hands, turned his head and started singing.

It was not a pretentious act in the Song Dynasty. Many scholars and officials liked to sing, and some of them were very pleasant. Even when friends gathered and climbed up to enjoy the fun, everyone started to shout loudly. Wu Shanqing, Yue Shanqing, and the green mountains on both sides of the shore were greeted. Who knew how to part?

There is also Su Dongpo's lyrics. Some people in the Song Dynasty said that the reason for their shame and despicability is that there are some places that are not in line with the rhythm. Song lyrics themselves are songs, similar to the Book of Songs. However, the pronunciation is changing, and the Song lyrics must have received a score of unpleasant music according to the texts in the Book of Songs. Reading in Mandarin, Su Ci and Zhou lyrics are not very different, but according to the Song Dynasty, there is a big difference between the two. The old man was not convinced, and he did not expect that later generations listed him as the head of the lyricists, wrote a poem, sang and modified it in the mansion. As a result, the lyrics were not modified well, and his new lyrics were sang throughout the city.

This is an era when the literati and officials from above, and the common people like to sing.

But what Zheng Lang sang was wrong, it was a song!

Didn’t you say I copied it? I sang the later Yuan song for you to listen to it.

The Northern Song Dynasty already had operas called zaju. Even the thirteen works of Tokyo Jiaofang only use zaju as the main color, which is generally divided into three sections and four sections. The first section is a erotic section, which is equivalent to the later prelude. The second section is a regular zaju and the third section is a scattered drama, with the countryside as the farce. The following slang is mainly used to make noise. Therefore, zaju rarely remains in history.

"I built a bamboo fence and thatched cottage under the water. When I was free, I watched the mountains and played in the water. When I was idle, I would gossip with fishermen and woodcutters. I would carry the green willows, and the mountains and forests were picturesque. When I was idle, I looked at the green mountains and the green water, and pointed to the falling flowers. Oh! I locked my mind and distracted.

I closed the wood door and hung the bright moon towards the head of the stick. I saw fishing in the shadows of the green mountains, slowly and freely, and I came alone to the world, and drank wine and drink wine in the village.

The fish are singing together, the firewood is singing, and the fence is covered with nothing to do. When you are drunk, you lie on the gourd stand. When you are asleep, you will go to cook tea.

The medicine furnace scriptures were written in life, and I learned to plant Shao Pinggua, Yuanming admired chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, drank the flowing clouds all day long, and refined elixirs into the furnace.

I waited for the scattered birthday and laughed at me, planted mulberry and hemp on both sides, watched the garden and crows, had no worries, and had a leisurely donkey, and was having fun in the wild family.

I fry the tender vine with leaves, fry the fine taro cake in oil, swallow the white wine, insert the wild flowers on the head, and sip the pen when I am excited, drink the wine, drink the village wine, and surround the wood door water, and see the fallen flowers near the mountain village. It is the home of Penglai Heaven and Earth.

Oh, looking at the clouds and mountains in the area, the scenery is so magnificent, the remaining waters and mountains are answered to that, the heart is not concerned, the woods are so big, the coconut ladle is hanging high, the deserted and clear are nothing but reciting Nanhua, and the world is so big."

No matter what you say, Jinxiu is in my stomach. I plant my melon chrysanthemums, I pick my essence, I read my books, I travel my mountains, I refine my elixirs. Even if you say it was written by Gao Yanei, I wouldn't bother with you and other ordinary people. Zhou Wenzhi's little song of retirement, and now the scene is singed from his mouth, and it is this taste!

It further highlights his incomparable free and proud.

The last big word was spoken out, and he had already opened his mind and walked out of the crowd.

"Xiwen, I want to date this son," Fu Bi said.
Chapter completed!