At the banquet, everyone was talking and drinking, and the topics became more diverse as they drank too much. Someone talked about the current "Southern Japanese and Northern Tatar" problem, and everyone was eager to offer suggestions for the country.
The Japanese invaders in the south and the barbarians in the north were the two major external threats that the Ming Dynasty had to face since its establishment. In the north, the external threats of the Ming Dynasty mainly came from nomadic peoples such as the Mongolian Tatars and the Wala tribe, and in the southeast coast, they mainly came from Japanese pirates. At that time, they were called "the Japanese invaders in the south and the barbarians in the north".
"We are the Celestial Empire. The Japanese in the south and the barbarians in the north, the horse and cattle traders, and the tiny island barbarians, if they knew that there are people in the Celestial Empire, perhaps they would not be so arrogant." When talking about the problem of the Japanese in the south and the barbarians in the north, someone could not help but say with a drunken mouth.
"Give me 30,000 brave soldiers and I will capture the enemy chieftain and bring him back." A drunk man slammed the table with his tongue and said arrogantly.
How many scholars dream of conquering the Wolf's Lair, how many scholars have the confidence that they can save the world by giving up their pens and taking up arms, so when this man spoke, he was greeted with cheers from a group of people.
"Duke Hua is a man of great ambition, and his achievements will be made known to the world." People cheered and raised their glasses to drink together.
People are like this, once they get drunk, there is nothing they dare not brag about. In the eyes of these emotional people, the Japanese invaders in the south and the barbarians in the north are just trivial problems, as if they can solve them with just one move.
Everyone is still very interested in paper talk.
"Throughout our dynasty, there are many people who gather together for romance and love, unlike us who take the affairs of our country and our family as our own responsibility. Historically, gatherings have been about poetry and songs about romance and love. Why don't we compose a poem on the theme of war today and keep it as a souvenir. In the future, it will also encourage us to devote ourselves to our country until our death." When the conversation was in full swing, Luo Longwen stood up and suggested.
Then it received unanimous approval from everyone.
When Zhu Pingan was chewing the shark fin on the plate, he heard everyone suggest writing poems. He paused for a moment. How come every banquet is full of poems? It's really ridiculous! However, seeing the excitement of Comrade Ouyang, he knew that Luo Longwen's proposal had been in their plan for a long time. Comrade Ouyang must have written several good poems a long time ago.
That's right, after all, one of the themes of today's banquet is to make Comrade Ouyang famous.
In response, Zhu Pingan just paused for a moment, and then continued to be a quiet foodie. This was Comrade Ouyang's home court, and he was called here to be a stepping stone. So he should just fulfill his duties, and leave the limelight to Comrade Ouyang who had already prepared.
Comrade Ouyang did not disappoint Zhu Ping'an, nor did he disappoint Yan Shifan and others.
At first, two people took the lead in writing poems, but they were not very good. Maybe it was because they were used to writing about romance, or maybe it was intentional, anyway, the poems were just so-so.
After the two of them finished, someone suggested that Comrade Ouyang write a poem. Comrade Ouyang declined twice, but could not bear the enthusiasm of the crowd and "had no choice" to stand up and write a poem:
Out of the Frontier
The white armor is stained with frost as they march out of the border in the cold, and the Hu Feng army continues to attack Chang'an.
There is a moon shining from the western mountain on the top of the city wall, and many soldiers are watching it.
This poem by Comrade Ouyang is quite good. Zhu Ping'an appreciates it while chewing it. The whole poem is sonorous and powerful, and it has the echo of the frontier poems of the Tang Dynasty.
The soldiers' armors were all covered with frost, but they still braved the frost and went out to the frontier. The foreign tribes on the northeastern border invaded the border, and the alarm smoke was lit one by one on the connected beacon towers, reaching the capital. When Yuan Mei went out, it was dawn, and a cold moon was hanging diagonally on the top of the city. After dawn, another fierce battle will break out on the front line. The soldiers guarding the border have not taken off their clothes or their horses have not taken off their saddles. Are they anxiously waiting for the decision of the capital, or are they missing their families in the capital
No matter how you look at it, Comrade Ouyang's poem is a masterpiece, especially when compared with the previous two's humble works. It stands out even more.
I have to say that Comrade Ouyang is quite capable, no matter how long he has prepared in advance.
As soon as Comrade Ouyang Xiao's poem came out, it was naturally applauded. Even the neutral faction praised Comrade Ouyang Xiao's poem "Going to the Frontier" highly, and even those who were dissatisfied with Yan Shifan also admired Comrade Ouyang Xiao's poem "Going to the Frontier".
As everyone cheered, Comrade Ouyang once again picked up his pen and wrote:
Rewarding the Generals
In March, the wind blows in Tianshan Mountains, and the soldiers gallop on their horses as fast as flying.
The sudden cavalry relied entirely on the white horse general, who shot the eagle with a bent bow.
Jincheng used to store up resources for the country, and Chaohai is now killing Japanese pirates.
After the stupid Erxi Jiejihao, he also prayed for Ganyuge Zhuyi.
Compared with the previous poem, this poem shows the power of weapons and the might of the general. The "shooting eagle" in the poem refers to the northern barbarians, because the northern barbarians often boast that their children can shoot eagles with bows. The "Japanese pirates" refer to the Japanese pirates. Killing the northern barbarians and the southern Japanese pirates connects the whole poem with the previous topic.
He wrote two poems in one breath, and both were of such high quality, which naturally attracted everyone's praise. For a time, Comrade Ouyang's reputation spread throughout the banquet.
In addition to Comrade Ouyang, several other people also wrote poems, and Luo Longwen also wrote one. However, because of Comrade Ouyang's poems, their poems were much inferior.
Someone from the neutral faction also stood up and wrote a poem, two lines of which were recognized by many people at the banquet. One of the lines was "I heard that the general is waiting for his death on horseback, but how many men will return with their bodies wrapped in their coats?" However, because these two lines of poetry are somewhat similar to the previous poem "Don't laugh at me sleeping drunk on the battlefield, how many men have ever returned from the battles in history?", there is still some gap between them and Comrade Ouyang's poem.
Zhu Ping'an just watched silently as everyone took turns to perform, quietly becoming a foodie.
But sometimes, even if you don't look for trouble, trouble will find you. Just when Zhu Ping'an chose to be a quiet foodie, the flames of war still quietly burned to him.
"Hui Yuanlang has a really good appetite. Could it be that the poems written by so many of us are not as attractive as what you have on your plate?"
The person who spoke was Luo Longwen, who disliked Zhu Ping'an. He looked at Zhu Ping'an coldly and asked with a sneer.
"How could that be? Ping'an listened carefully." Zhu Ping'an raised his head and smiled slightly, revealing his standard eight teeth.
"Listen carefully? I just saw you eat carefully..." Luo Longwen laughed, "How can one do two things at the same time? If the army is marching and the strategists are also doing two things at the same time like you, then it would be like talking about war on paper and being defeated by the enemy, which would hurt others and yourself in the end."
"That's it..." As soon as Luo Longwen said this, several people agreed, referring to Zhu Ping'an.
I am only talking about war on paper? You are the ones who are talking about war on paper, okay? Zhu Pingan complained in his heart, but he smiled.
"Oh, aren't you Hui Yuanlang? Why don't you also come and see for yourself?" Someone looked at Zhu Ping'an and suggested.
"That's right, let's see what kind of masterpiece Hui Yuanlang can come up with while multitasking."
"If we don't do it, then that means we are being looked down upon?!"
The proposal received a unanimous response from everyone. No one thought that the poem Zhu Ping'an hastily wrote could surpass Comrade Ouyang, so everyone echoed it and used both soft and hard tactics, making it impossible for Zhu Ping'an to refuse even if he wanted to.
Oh, you don't even let me eat properly, right? This is the rhythm of turning me from a stepping stone into a stumbling block. I don't want to pretend to be cool, ah... ... You force me to do this. I don't cause trouble, but I'm not afraid of trouble. You want me to pretend, so I can only satisfy you.
Under the urging of everyone, Zhu Ping'an had no choice but to stand up and pick up the brush. After thinking for a moment, he put down the ink:
"Loyalty to the Country"
What does it mean to be beheaded today? Serving the country is difficult and requires many battles.
I will go to Quan Tai to recruit my old subordinates, and with a hundred thousand flags I will kill Yama Luo.
This is one of the three chapters of Meiling by Commander Chen, but it was adapted by Zhu Pingan here.
What do you think of beheading today? Didn't you just say that I was doing two things at once and hurting others and myself? Then I raised the issue of death directly at the beginning of my poem, so that you know that I, Zhu Ping'an, am loyal to my country and fearless of death. Life is only once in a person's life. When facing the moment of beheading, anyone will have some thoughts that immediately flood into his mind. At this moment, what did I think of? Loyal to my country, even if I die, I will summon my old subordinates to kill Yan Luo. This question and answer, the question is straightforward and clear, and the answer is generous and heroic. In an instant, the heroic image of himself who is ready to die and willing to go through fire and water for the revolution stands in front of everyone, which makes people's heart beat.
I will go to Quan Tai to recruit my old subordinates, and with a hundred thousand flags I will kill Yama Luo.
What kind of spirit is this? Under this spirit, what kind of poetry will not be eclipsed? As for Comrade Ouyang's poems, although they are also good, they are also eclipsed under this spirit.
After this poem was written, the faces of the people around him all changed, and the way they looked at Zhu Ping'an was different from before. He was indeed the first place winner. (To be continued.)