What is this occasion
This is the birthday party of my teacher's wife. Everyone is writing poems and lyrics to celebrate her birthday. Why did you write two "Naihe"s? !
There has to be a limit to joking and showing temper!
This is outrageous!
A group of students were filled with righteous indignation and were outraged at what Zhu Ping'an had done. They expressed their indignation and contempt with their eyes and sighs.
but
What happened next made them even more indignant, and those with short tempers were furious.
Because of Zhu Ping'an, he, he, he then wrote three more words "What can I do?"
At this point, the first line of Zhu Ping'an's poem "Congratulating the Master's Wife on Her Birthday" has been written: "What can I do, what can I do, what can I do?"
Everyone was about to explode. Zhu Ping'an was going too far. Was this a birthday poem? It was labeled "Happy Birthday to the Teacher's Wife", but it actually said "What can I do, what can I do?" It was full of negativity, decadence and disappointment. What kind of birthday poem was this
There was an uproar at the scene.
Madam Xu turned her head to look at Xu Jie. Xu Jie smiled slightly, put his hand on Madam Xu's hand, and gently stroked it twice.
"Zihou, what kind of birthday poem is this?" Xu Fan could hardly hold the cup in his hand.
"A birthday poem." Zhu Ping'an replied seriously.
Birthday poem? !!!
Bullshit!
What can I do? What can I do? What kind of birthday celebration is this? The tone is clearly a curse poem!
Everyone felt sorry for Xu Fan!
However, the sighs, dissatisfaction and indignation of the crowd did not affect Zhu Ping'an's performance. Amid the indignation of the crowd, Zhu Ping'an performed super stably. Well, he picked up the pen, started a new line, and wrote two more words.
That's right
It’s still the word “what to do”.
Crazy.
This guy Zhu Pingan must be crazy.
You lunatic, are you going to ruin your mentor's birthday party? At this moment, everyone wanted to stuff Zhu Ping'an's head into the inkstone!
Another "what to do", Xu Fan was completely confused.
Zhang Juzheng touched his chin with his right hand, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he looked at Zhu Ping'an without blinking.
Amidst the indignation and criticism, Zhu Ping'an still had a smile on his face. He held the brush in his right hand and started writing again, completing the second sentence. His brushwork was skillful, and his strokes were as smooth as flowing clouds and water, and he wrote freely and effortlessly.
"What a pity it is raining heavily today."
Although the word "what to do" was no longer written, people's criticism and indignation towards Zhu Ping'an did not diminish in the slightest.
Although you didn't write "what to do", your sentence "what to do, it's raining heavily today" is still full of negativity, decadence and disappointment. What's more, this is a birthday poem. The first sentence "what to do, what to do, what to do" and the second sentence "what to do, it's raining heavily today" are full of negativity and decadence. You have only written half of the poem, but it has nothing to do with birthday celebrations.
Why!
Who is this
And you still have the nerve to smile!
Your teacher has been so kind to you, and you are repaying him like this? If I were you, I would have hanged myself on a tree to apologize to my teacher.
Everyone shook their heads and sighed, and the urge to stuff Zhu Ping'an's head into the inkstone became stronger.
After writing the second sentence, Zhu Pingan dipped the brush into the ink again, and then without stopping for a second, he wrote the third sentence in one breath, like a dragon riding the wind and waves, a phoenix flying in the sky:
"Heavy rain to celebrate Master's wife's birthday."
After Zhu Ping'an wrote this line of poetry, there was a burst of quiet surprise from everyone in the hall.
"ah?"
"this?"
“It seems a little interesting.”
After seeing Zhu Ping'an's third sentence, everyone couldn't help but whisper in surprise. As soon as the third sentence came out, this birthday poem seemed to have some interest, and the negativity and decadence of the first two sentences seemed to be reduced a lot.
Although it is not as good as the birthday poems that everyone had written before, it at least looks like a birthday poem.
The indignation in everyone's heart subsided a little, and when they looked at Zhu Ping'an again, they felt like they were seeing a prodigal son return. Although this prodigal son was still unsuccessful, unkempt, and unreliable, at least he was willing to turn back.
Before everyone's surprise died down, Zhu Ping'an dipped the brush in ink again and wrote the last sentence of the poem in one breath with a flourish of dragon and phoenix. When he finished writing, he paused lightly and then suddenly lifted the brush back, just like a dragon shaking its tail or a phoenix spreading its wings!
At this point, the whole poem comes to life on paper.
Birthday Congratulations to the Teacher's Wife
What can I do? What can I do
But it’s raining heavily today.
Heavy rain wishes for Master's wife's birthday.
Long life is better than heavy rain.
Zhu Ping'an put his pen back and the hall fell into silence, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop clearly.
Such a quiet atmosphere lasted for two full seconds. After two seconds, the hall became lively as if boiling water.
"Ah? Good!"
"This... is the finishing touch! Great poem!"
"I didn't know you could write a birthday poem this way! The top scholar is worthy of being the top scholar. His ability to control words is truly amazing."
"Hahaha, this poem is really full of twists and turns, and it's really moving, especially the last sentence, which is the finishing touch. The whole poem instantly transcends the mundane world and sublimates. It's really a rare masterpiece for birthday celebrations."
"I was saying it, my teacher treated me so well, how could he do something stupid at my teacher's wife's birthday party? Haha, he is really a man of great talent and courage, and he is humorous and witty, he deliberately wrote such a birthday poem to liven up the atmosphere."
After everyone came to their senses, they all applauded.
Everyone was Master Xu's disciple. At first, they were just indignant that their junior fellow disciple Zhu Ping'an actually wrote "Naihe" at the Master's wife's birthday party. They thought he was throwing a tantrum, being petty, and being ignorant. Now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up, and the poem Zhu Ping'an wrote is humorous, witty, and wonderful, it is a rare good birthday poem, so everyone did not hesitate to praise him.
Zhang Siwei and Wang Shizhen were both very good at keeping him.
The dull atmosphere in the room was instantly swept away, and the atmosphere became warm, reaching the climax of the entire banquet.
Both expected and unexpected, Zhang Juzheng looked at the birthday poem written by Zhu Ping'an with a complicated expression. After a moment of silence, he clapped his hands with everyone.
"Haha, Zihou, you're really good."
Xu Fan came to Zhu Ping'an with a smile and slapped him hard on the shoulder. "You know, you scared me just now. I was thinking, if my mother gets angry, how should I plead for you?"
"Thank you for your concern, Brother Shi."
Zhu Pingan bowed to Xu Fan to thank him, then pointed to the teacup in Xu Fan's hand and asked with a smile, "Haha, brother Shi, have you finished your tea? Do you still need to punish Pingan for the three glasses of wine he was late for?"
"You're lucky, kid." Xu Fan shook the teacup in his hand, and half of the tea in it swirled around in the cup.
"Haha, thank you very much, Brother Shi." Zhu Ping'an smiled and bowed to express his gratitude.
"Hehehe... You, my student, are really a cunning monkey. This whole show has made me remember his poems, and I can't forget them even if I want to..." At the first seat, Mrs. Xu covered her lips with a handkerchief, tilted her head and smiled as she whispered to Xu Jie.
Xu Jie smiled but said nothing.