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No. 530: [Tiger and crane posture]

No. 530: [Tiger and crane posture]

To the pair, Dongfang Yong said "Smoke locks the willows in the pond", which made all the scholars in the Red Mansion lose their courage.

Now when we talk about comparing poems, Dongfang Yong wants to laugh.

The thing that time-travelling children are least afraid of is poetry. Not to mention that Dongfang Yong learned a lot from reading novels online in his previous life. He himself pays attention to learning Chinese culture and has a lot of poetry in his mind.

Wen He is also very confident in Dongfang Yong now. He smiled and said to the people below: "Well, let's compare poems now, and Wen He should start..."

As he spoke, Wen He sang a light tune in Wu Nong's soft language, and then looked at the young masters and scholars below. Soon one of the young masters stood up and recited a short poem. The people next to him listened and reported immediately.

to applaud

Three or five young men stood up and recited poems, and then they all looked at Dongfang Yong defiantly.

Wen He smiled and then looked at Dongfang Yong expectantly.

Dongfang Yong stood up and sang out a piece of Jingye Si by Li Bai, making the people below him quiet. Jingye Si was not an earth-shattering masterpiece, but the deep feeling of homesickness in it was vividly expressed.

To, what a masterpiece

Wu Zhenzhi stood up, showed a good smile to Dongfang Yong, and then recited a poem about golden spears and iron forests, violent battlefields, and full of murderous intent, and then looked at Dongfang Yong with a smile.

The young men around him are either noble officials, living in the capital and enjoying themselves, or they are powerless scholars. Naturally, they cannot see such murderous battlefields, and naturally they will not write such violent poems.

Come on, when I heard Wu Zhenzhi’s poems, I was suddenly amazed.

The whole place was quiet, no worse than Dongfang Yong. There is a rhetoric often used in elementary school compositions, it is so quiet that you can hear a pin drop, which refers to such a scene.

Dongfang Yong smiled, stretched out his hand and started clapping

Everyone was awakened by Dongfang Yong's applause, recovered from Wu Zhenzhi's poetry filled with cold murderous intent, and then responded with applause

Some people thought back to the fact that when Dongfang Yong gave Wu Zhenzhi applause, did he surrender and admit defeat?

Dongfang Yong waited until everyone's applause was almost over, then walked two more steps on the stage, then returned to the crossing, and chanted loudly: "The dark clouds are pressing down on the city, about to destroy it, the light of armor opens towards the golden scales of the sun. The sound of horns fills the autumn sky.

, stuffed with swallow's fat that condenses into night purple. Half a roll of red flag comes to Yishui, the frost is heavy and the sound of cold drums cannot be heard. I report to you on the golden stage, and support the jade dragon to die for you."

Dongfang Yong plagiarized Li He's "Yanmen Prefect's Journey".

Wu Zhenzhi was stunned for a moment, and then the others thought about it, and the expressions on their faces were even more stunning than Wu Zhenzhi's poem just now, full of red stars.

Wu Zhenzhi read Dongfang Yong's poem again and knew that he had lost. No matter how calm he was, his face turned slightly dark.

Zhu Yonghao clapped his hands, and then others also clapped, giving the courtesy he just gave to Wu Zhenzhi to Dongfang Yong again, and he felt even stronger

Wu Zhenzhi's face turned pale. Just now Dongfang Yong was the first to applaud Wu Zhenzhi's poem. Now Dongfang Yong's poem is three points better than Wu Zhenzhi's, but others applauded him first. Doesn't this show that Dongfang Yong

Yong has a big heart, but Wu Zhenzhi is not only poor in poetry, but also poor in character.

His face turned green and red, and after a while, he joined everyone in clapping a few times.

It took more than ten minutes for the applause to stop. Then the scholar with a spirit of research began to exchange poems about Yanmen Taishou with Dongfang Yong. After a big battle with the Black Wolf Army six months ago, Dongfang Yong appointed his soldiers.

For the Golden Army, he is the marshal of the Golden Army, so this poem can easily be said by Dongfang Yong to be a masterpiece that he wrote after being inspired by a life-and-death battle.

Everyone admired and admired him, and some of the pampered young men were thinking whether they should go to the front line to fight, otherwise they would not be able to write famous quatrains that would leave a lasting impression on history.

Dongfang Yong's poem "Yanmen Taishou Xing" pushed the poetry competition of friends through literature to a small level. Everyone then faced the poems. Dongfang Yong often threw out a poem by Li Bai, Bai Juyi, and Su Shi, which aroused the enthusiasm of the princes.

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Zhao Longyang stood up at this time, and Wen He asked with a smile: "Master Zhao, do you have any good words for us to appreciate?"

Zhao Longyang smiled and said: "I won't show my ugliness, but I have a question, please satisfy Mr. Dongfang."

Dongfang Yong stretched out his hand and said: "Please"

"Each of the quatrains that Mr. Dongfang recited just now seems to have a different style, and the inner age expressed is different. Some are like the works of an old man expressing his feelings about life, some are the works of a child prodigy, and even more amazing, some are

The poems were written by women, by the psychology of women, are they all written by Dongfang Gongzi?" Zhao Longyang asked.

Everyone was startled. Yes, it’s easy to say that there are different styles, but at this age, it’s a bit strange. What’s even more strange is that you, a young man, how can you write such a small word as the grievances of a woman’s mother?

"What do you think, Mr. Zhao?" Dongfang Yong asked.

Wen He was slightly nervous. His intention could be seen from Zhao Longyang's words. He wanted to say whether Dongfang Yong had read the ancient book somewhere and then plagiarized it.

Zhao Longyang smiled, smiled apologetically at Dongfang Yong, and said, "It was Zhao who was rude."

Then he sat down.

This move was more ruthless, and everyone was thinking about it. Dongfang Yong also wanted to take his move, but he said it was rude, then sat down calmly and withdrew from the turmoil, but

Everyone's thoughts will not subside because of his gentleness, but they will think more.

At this time, the young men in the audience looked at Dongfang Yong and their eyes changed slightly. Could this Dongfang Yong be plagiarized?

A poor scholar stood up and asked, "Master Dongfang, please tell me how you can write poems of different ages and genders?"

That way seems to be defending the orthodoxy and justice of literature.

Dongfang Yong laughed and said: "In this world, there is a kind of person called a genius. I was a genius before I got seriously ill. You will not forget that I will also be a genius after I recover."

Everyone was slightly startled by Dongfang Yong's boast, but they thought that before Dongfang Yong fell ill, he was indeed hailed as a genius prodigy by the world.

"Geniuses can naturally do things that ordinary people cannot do. They can do two things at once and think what others think. What's so difficult about it?" Dongfang Yong said with a smile.

There is an arrogant attitude that laughs at the world's ignorance

Zhao Longyang's expression changed. He had started the trouble and didn't want to say another word. Now after hearing Dongfang Yong's words, he asked: "Mr. Dongfang, you mean, can you think about the vicissitudes of the old man in ancient times? Can you think about **

Because of your resentment, so these poems were all written by you?"

"Young Master Zhao is very intelligent and understands everything Dongfang means," Dongfang Yong said with a smile.

A young master stood up and asked: "Young Master Dongfang is just one person, do you have any proof?"

Zhao Longyang secretly praised the young master who stood up. This is a good question.

"Wen He's character guarantees that Young Master Dongfang is really talented and knowledgeable," Wen He said.

"Miss Wen He, are you cheating on Mr. Dongfang?" a young man said in a weird voice.

This is all in stark contrast.

Dongfang Yong knew that Wen He was nervous about him, and couldn't help being slightly touched by her behavior. He said to the people below: "The so-called ancient books by Mr. Zhao are not enough to be beaten. Let me ask, what kind of ancient books are there in the world?

How about such poems with different styles, age and gender, and even a poem that no one has heard of? If there are a dozen poems, it is not surprising, but what about a hundred poems?"

Everyone was in an uproar. What Dongfang Yong said was that everyone could question him on more than a hundred poems.

"Everyone comes up with a question to see if I can answer a poem using different ages and genders," Dongfang said bravely.

His pride comes from his profound understanding of Chinese culture

When everyone heard this, they all calmed down and thought about it, and then asked questions one after another. Dongfang Yong wrote a poem by Li Bai in the east and a poem by Meng Haoran in the west. From Cao Cao to Dongfang Yong's former primary school Chinese teacher, the answers were fluent.

Wen He's eyes lit up when he heard it, and he also joined in. Dongfang Yong gave Wen He a gentle tune by Li Qingzhao, which almost turned Wen He's eyes into red hearts.

Now everyone was shocked

Now I believe Dongfang Yong is really a genius.

If there are multiple poems, even if they are ancient books, it is impossible that no one has heard of each one.

Zhao Longyang was a shameless person. He saluted Dongfang Yong and said, "Young Master Dongfang is a talented scholar. Zhao has had many misunderstandings before. Please forgive me."

Dongfang Yong smiled and said a few polite words.

Wen He clapped his little hands excitedly, applauding Dongfang Yong for his talent and his big heart. People in the audience saw that their goddess admired Dongfang Yong so much, and they were envious and felt that this was what Dongfang Yong deserved, so

Slowly he also clapped his hands

In the poetry section, it was Dongfang Yong's talent that frightened everyone, so they jumped to the next section.

"Miss Wen He, we have finished our poems. Next, how about we show off our calligraphy?" Zhao Longyang said.

Everyone said hello loudly, this calligraphy, for those who have become accustomed to practicing seal characters, almost everyone knows calligraphy, it is just calligraphy. If you want to be good at it, it will not be as good as ghosts and gods, and no matter how bad they are, it will not be as bad as in the ditch.

"That's great," Wen He said softly.

Mother Wu immediately organized people to deliver pens, inks, paper, inkstones and other items to various tables. A table was also placed on Wen He's table. Wen He looked at Dongfang Yong with a smile.

Dongfang Yong stretched out his hand and said, "Young gentlemen, please go first."

Zhao Longyang seemed to think he had astonishing skills in calligraphy. He showed his hand first, signaled to Wen He, then picked up a big brush, sharpened the ink in his hand, and started to draw ink. Then he stared at the white paper, and his momentum completely subsided.

The surrounding environment suddenly became blurry, as if there was only one Zhao Longyang, a pen, and a piece of paper.

Zhao Longyang looked at the paper as if he were looking at the white body of the most beautiful woman in the world.

Dongfang Yong narrowed his eyes. Zhao Longyang's momentum was a kind of unrestrained momentum, looking at the world with pride.

When Zhao Longyang's momentum reached its highest point, his pen came down, and the dragons and phoenixes danced out a calligraphy table full of unrestrained and heroic atmosphere.

At this time, Wu Zhenzhi stood up, and his servant who looked like gold and steel was polishing the ink for him. It looked really degrading. Wu Zhenzhi also stood in front of the paper, as filial to his father, and waited until the momentum reached its highest

After clicking, I started to draw, and I drew a pair of extremely round characters. Wu Zhenzhi’s figure can be seen everywhere.
To be continued...