Wang Yaozu's "Ode to Bamboo Chopsticks" is good, but just good. It is not amazing, let alone to the extent of Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower" that made the great poet Li Bai put down his pen.
The poem "Yellow Crane Tower" written by Cui Hao on the Yellow Crane Tower goes "The ancients have gone away on the yellow crane, leaving only the Yellow Crane Tower here. The yellow crane has gone away and will never return, and white clouds have been floating in the sky for thousands of years. The clear river reveals the trees of Hanyang, and the fragrant grass covers the Parrot Island. Where is my hometown at dusk? The misty river makes me sad." This poem "Yellow Crane Tower" has become a masterpiece throughout the ages, and this poem "Yellow Crane Tower" has also made the Yellow Crane Tower famous through the ages.
The Yellow Crane Tower is therefore famous, but perhaps many people do not know that there is a Pen Pavilion near the Yellow Crane Tower.
Not long after Cui Hao wrote the poem, Li Bai, the poet who was known as "the author of a hundred poems after drinking a cup of wine", also climbed up to the Yellow Crane Tower to enjoy the view. He was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and was inspired to write a poem to express his feelings. When he picked up his pen, he found Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower" and was impressed by it. He put down his pen and gave up the idea of writing a poem. He reluctantly wrote a famous doggerel: "One punch knocked down the Yellow Crane Tower, one kick over the Parrot Island. There is a scene in front of me that I cannot describe, Cui Hao's poem is written on it."
Obviously, Wang Yaozu's self-proclaimed masterpiece is far from reaching the level of Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower" that makes people put down their pen.
Everyone present had passed the test of the imperial examination, was well-versed in poetry and literature, and was very proficient in songs and poems. Wang Yaozu's fairly good poem "Ode to Bamboo Chopsticks" did not make anyone put down their pens, but instead stimulated everyone's desire to try even more.
The full score is 100. If you answer 100 points, I won’t go up; but if you only answer 80 points, then I have to go up and compete with you.
After Wang Yaozu, poems continued to be written at the meeting. One by one, the masters came forward and wrote their poems on the rice paper on the screen.
Ode to Bamboo Chopsticks
I laugh at you for grabbing something in a hurry and putting it into other people's mouths; after living in the sour and salty world of life, can you know the taste
Bamboo Chopsticks
Born in the mountains and into the hall, he will not get up until he sees the dining table. Common people and princes shake hands frequently, and he tastes the delicacies of the world first.
Ode to Chopsticks
Youth is green, old age is yellow, every heart is matched as a pair. Don't say that this taste is good, when the bitterness comes, we must share the sweetness.
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Every time a poem is left, everyone will comment on it.
When a masterpiece appears, the poetry reading will reach a small climax, with people praising the masterpiece and commenting on it.
While Zhu Ping'an was enjoying his meal, he was also paying attention to the situation on the field.
After about seven or eight people went up to write poems, Zhu Pingan noticed that the cheerful and heroic official sitting opposite him, who was also in the second seat, also stood up and stepped forward with a smile after being recommended by everyone. He picked up the brush and wrote a poem in a flamboyant manner:
Ode to Chopsticks
The two ladies were of small stature, and they started moving by pinching their waists.
If you want to taste it, you have to stick out your tongue.
cough cough
He is indeed a bold and uninhibited...
When Zhu Ping'an read his poems, a fish bone almost got stuck in his throat. He coughed several times before he recovered.
"Haha, Lord Yin, your poem is amazing..."
"Hahaha, stick out your tongue, hahaha, it seems that Lord Yin is well aware of this..."
“He is the best poet to write poems about bamboo chopsticks.”
"Interesting, funny, humorous and interesting..."
After the cheerful official wrote this poem, the poetry gathering reached its highest point since the beginning. Everyone laughed continuously and the arbour was almost overturned by the laughter. Even Prince Yu, who was sitting in the main seat, couldn't help laughing.
Hearing everyone calling the cheerful official "Lord Yin", Zhu Ping'an finally knew who this cheerful official was.
There is no one else in Prince Yu's Mansion who can be called Lord Yin and sits in the second seat from the top except Yin Shidan.
hehe
No wonder he is so cheerful and heroic, no wonder he is so unruly, it turns out that he is the famous "cabinet boxer" Yin Shidan.
Well, with this physique and this unruly style, no wonder he wanted to punch Gao Gong when he was threatened by Gao Gong after entering the cabinet.
Zhu Ping'an understood it clearly and couldn't help but look at Yin Shidan again.
"Lord Yin, are you reluctant to come back? There are two young ladies there." Someone at the banquet joked with a smile.
Yin Shidan was quite popular in Prince Yu's Mansion. After he wrote this joking poem, everyone laughed and chatted. People kept teasing Yin Shidan, but Yin Shidan just smiled and bowed to everyone without caring.
Of course, not everyone likes Yin Shidan's unruly nature.
For example, Gao Gong was very unhappy with Yin Shidan's behavior. How could a scholar like him write such a humorous poem? !
"Nonsense."
Amidst the laughter, Gao Gong glanced at Yin Shidan with disgust, half-closed his eyes, and snorted coldly, "Nonsense."
Of course, Gao Gong's cold snort was too weak compared to the laughter of the crowd. It was drowned out by the laughter of the crowd as soon as it came out, and did not cause much waves.
However, Zhu Ping'an noticed it.
After recognizing Yin Shidan, Zhu Ping'an had been paying attention to Gao Gong without leaving a trace. He noticed Gao Gong's disgusted expression and read the word "nonsense" from Gao Gong's lip shape. Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but touch his chin. It turned out that Gao Gong had long looked down on Yin Shidan. No wonder Yin Shidan was suppressed by Gao Gong after entering the cabinet in the future.
After a burst of laughter, Yin Shidan bowed to everyone again, looked around at everyone at the table, took in their expressions, laughed and apologized, then said to everyone with confidence: "Haha, the poem I just wrote was just to make you laugh. The next one is what I want to write."
"ah?"
"After all this time, it turns out that you were teasing us on purpose, Lord Yin?!"
"Master Yin, you..."
Hearing this, everyone was shocked. After being stunned for a second, they pointed at Yin Shidan in a helpless manner.
After Yin Shidan finished speaking, he dipped the brush in ink again and started splashing ink on the screen, his strokes moving like iron and silver, like dragons and snakes.
In an instant, another poem "Ode to Chopsticks" appeared on the paper:
Ode to Chopsticks
The barbarians are amazed at the achievements of the Han family, and they use their chopsticks to shuttle through the empty banquet. In the morning, they tear the beast away with their fingers on the silver plate, and in the evening, they intercept the flying geese with green wine. Tigers and bears are timid, and the rain is like tears. The jade rabbit is cold-hearted, and the moon is like a bow. Whoever sees that the clip is so thin, must know that the holder is a hero.
After writing, Yin Shidan put his pen on the table, bowed to everyone, turned around and walked back to his seat without any delay.
“Good poem!”
"The majestic spirit of the Central Plains!"
"Reading Lord Yin's poem "Ode to Chopsticks" is like traveling through history books and returning to the Han and Tang dynasties in a dream. The same should be true for our great Ming Dynasty."
The moment Yin Shidan turned around, a burst of applause echoed throughout the shed, and the response was no less than that of the previous humorous version of "Ode to Chopsticks".
“Good poem.”
Zhu Ping'an also put down his chopsticks and clapped with everyone else. Yin Shidan's poem was better than the previous ones and was of a higher level.