Longevity begins with slaying demons and eliminating demons

Chapter 89
"plum bossom……"

Seeing his own sign, Gu Xu felt more fortunate in his heart.

Because Plum Blossom is one of the four gentlemen in the flower, the past life and dynasties have been favored by literati and writers, leaving many masterpieces handed down from time to time - he can think of a lot from the ancient poetry that must be recited by middle school students.

If he draws relatively unpopular ones like "peony" or "poppy", then he will have a headache.After all, as a science dog in his previous life, he didn't read a lot of ancient poetry outside of textbooks.

However, in today's situation, even if it is a poem about plum, he can't just copy it.

It must also meet the theme of "Aoshuang Lixue".

Like the song "Sparse shadows, sloping water and clear water, and the fragrance floats at dusk", which is called "Eternal Song of Plum Blossoms", and the very artistic song "Beside the Broken Bridge Outside the Station", they cannot be used here. .

In addition, Gu Xu can roughly guess that if everything in front of him is really a test set by "Jinghong Pen", then he must write poems that make everyone's eyes shine in order to be in this "Hundred Flowers Poetry Society" Clearing the customs - at least not inferior to Lu Shiyao's poem of chant.

Gu Xu was silent for a moment, and gradually an idea came to his mind.

"Madam, do you have any ink?" He turned to look at Madam Lu.

"Hundred Flowers Poetry Society" does not require guests to recite poetry orally.

The poems that everyone recited just now were also recorded by servants.

However, Gu Xu was the first to propose to write a poem in person.

"Does this kid want to do something special to attract people's attention?" Someone secretly guessed in private.

But in fact, Gu Xu's idea is very simple.

He just felt that for the first time to do cultural dissemination in a different world, he had to be more serious.

"Of course." Mrs. Lu smiled.

Immediately, she instructed the servant to hand the pen, ink, paper and inkstone to Gu Xu.

Gu Xu picked up the pen and splashed ink on the paper.

His handwriting is delicate in bones, beautiful in pointillism, dense and dense, and ingenious in white and white.

Just like the talismans he painted, it is elegant and fresh, but there is no lack of elegant beauty.

In an instant, the poem is completed.

Gu Xu handed the rice paper in front of him to the servant, and the servant showed the poem he wrote in front of everyone.

I saw it read:

"A few plum branches in the corner,

"Ling Han drives alone.

"Knowing is not snow,

"For a dark fragrance."

Seeing this poem, everyone was startled, their previous doubts about Gu Xu disappeared without a trace, and there was even a little appreciation in their eyes.

The language of this poem is simple and natural, neither too gorgeous words nor any traces of carving, but it has a great sense of picture, which makes everyone's mind involuntarily emerge the image of white plum blossoming alone in the corner.

"Madam, what do you think?" Chen Anzhi asked in a low voice.

Mrs. Lu thought for a moment and replied, "This young man is a person with real talents and practical learning. In terms of poetry and poetry, he has already left the stage of piling up rhetoric and picking up wisdom, and has reached the realm of returning to the original and self-contained."

Chen Anzhi nodded.

When she wrote "Peony" herself, she carefully considered every word, not only pursued neat rhythm, but also deliberately used many metaphors, contrasts and other rhetoric.

At first glance, the flowers are clustered.

But compared with Gu Xu's poem, it seems too crafty and pales in comparison.

It's like a dusty woman with heavy makeup and a lot of makeup, encountering a fairy who doesn't wear powder.

And Lu Shiyao, who was sitting on the edge of the long table, also nodded slightly, his indifferent eyes showing an emotion of appreciation.

In her opinion, Gu Xu's poem seems to be written in a simple and casual manner, but in fact it has a delicate layout, and his skills in practicing words and sentences are also extraordinary.

For example, "corner of the wall", "Ling Han"...reflects the situation that no one appreciates the plum blossoms, and also reflects the demeanor of the plum blossoms. "Xiang" shows the subtle and refreshing characteristics of plum blossoms.

"Well written!" With an admiring smile on her face, Tang Hui began to take the lead in applauding Gu Xu.

As for Chu Fengge... He didn't know how to evaluate whether a poem was good or bad.

He only thought that the poem was catchy to read, much easier to understand and much more comfortable than the poems of others in the room.

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At this moment, in the corner of the wall out of everyone's sight, a plum tree quickly took root and sprouts, growing branches and leaves, and budding.

The picky "Jinghong Pen" apparently also unknowingly agreed with Gu Xu's poems.

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After writing this poem, Gu Xu did not stop writing immediately, but continued to write hard on the rice paper.

The servant beside him wanted to dissuade him.

But after seeing the contents on the paper, Mrs. Lu waved her hand: "Let him continue to write!"

Soon, Gu Xu finished writing the second poem:
"Wearing this body in the ice and snow forest,

"Different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust.

"Suddenly, a fragrant smell came out overnight,

"Scattered into the universe and thousands of miles of spring."

"This guy is really smart!"

Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help taking a deep breath.

Writing two excellent plum poems in a short period of time is not something ordinary people can do.

Because this requires not only inspiration and talent, but also a deep enough cultural accumulation and poetry.

If the previous poem reflects the loneliness of a few plum blossoms blooming alone in a secluded corner, it is the pride that is not afraid of the eyes of others.

Then, in this poem, the white plums are released together, the fragrance is overflowing, and Yuyu clarifies.

"One poem is lingering and cold, sticking to one's own self; another poem is very different from common customs, and it can help the world," Madam Lu sincerely praised, "It seems that this young man has a lot of ambitions!"

Chen Anzhi beside her was also full of admiration for Gu Xu.

Because the poems of many people present are stuck in one garden and one house, and they are forcibly expressing their sorrows for the sake of writing poems, which makes the banquet full of artificial melancholy.

There is almost no one like Gu Xu who has written the open pattern of "scattering the universe and thousands of miles of spring".

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At this moment, all the white plums in the corner are open.

Like snow on the branches.

Fragrant and refreshing.

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Gu Xu still didn't stop writing.

After a while, he wrote another song on the rice paper in front of him:
"Wind and rain send spring back, and flying snow welcomes spring. It's already a cliff with a hundred feet of ice, and there are still pretty flowers and branches.

"Qiao doesn't fight for spring, but only reports that spring is coming. When the flowers are in full bloom, she will laugh in the bushes."

Although it is said that this is a word, it does not conform to the rules of Baihua Poetry Society today;

But when they saw the content on the paper, everyone was impressed and sighed.

Today, Gu Xu wrote three masterpieces in succession with the title of "Aoxue Lingshuang" in a short period of time, progressing at the top of his emotions, and becoming more and more heroic and passionate in his feelings.

Everyone obviously did not expect that in this poem, the delicate and weak flowers could be so strong and high-spirited.

"Today's 'Hundred Flowers Poetry Society', this person should be the winner!" They thought in unison.

　Thanks to the book friend 130707184603862, I will not be here, for the reward!

　　PS: Sorry for being a little busy with work today, this chapter is a little late.

　　
　
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