Clear Wear and Lie to Win

Chapter 130 Zhu Tao
The heyday of poetry was in the Tang and Song Dynasties, and novels were more popular in the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

The imperial examinations in the Qing Dynasty were stereotyped, so there is really nothing new in poetry.

Both Yinzhen and Yunrong found it very boring. Although there are some poems that are not bad, but in general, there is no form but no spirit, and the poems can only be said neatly.

There is also a moral, but it is not far-reaching, let alone aftertaste.

Yinzhen sighed: "Fortunately, the level of poetry can't represent their ability to be officials, otherwise I don't know if this country can count on them!"

Yun Rong smiled: "Don't be too strict. After all, the imperial examinations are now stereotyped, and you know the stereotyped essay. It's the most standard. It's not bad that these scholars can also compose poems."

Yinzhen thinks so too, he himself is not good at composing poems.

Yinzhen and Yunrong no longer had any expectations for this poetry meeting, and at this time they heard someone say: "For the sake of pity, the branches are divided by hand, and the scissors shake the clouds. Fold and think about it, no one will give it to you, and you will also offer a book." I am with you at the window."

As soon as this poem came out, someone shouted: "Good poem! Good poem!"

"Dare to ask this brother's name?"

At this time, the master of the poem said: "I am Zhu Tao, the word Yingjie."

At this time, the person who asked the question said with emotion: "Brother Yingjie has deep gaps in his chest, it's rare to be able to compose such good poems, what a talented person from all over the world! We really can't match it."

Some agreed: "That's right, brother Yingjie is a great talent!"

Then followed by many compliments.

Faced with such high praise, Zhu Tao said very modestly: "Brother Yingjie is serious, but it's just a clumsy song, and you all appreciate it."

Yinzhen and Yunrong were also listening below. This poem is indeed a rare masterpiece among them. Although it is not comparable to those masterpieces, it is indeed refreshing in the Qing Dynasty when poetry was not popular.

Yun Rong said with a smile: "This sounds okay, although it is not comparable to the works of the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, but it can still be popular."

Yinzhen is also very happy, after listening to so many real "clumsy works", now listening to such a good poem, it really makes me happy.

Even if writing poetry doesn't mean anything.

Yinzhen: "It is indeed acceptable."

Someone downstairs said: "Brother Yingjie's poem praises plum blossoms for their selfless openness, decorating the country, and their pleasant demeanor. "I also offer the book window to accompany you" is very thoughtful. It does not write plum blossoms accompany me, but " I am with you" and call plum blossoms "gentlemen". Being with a gentleman is also a kind of good intention. Brother Yingjie took time to accompany plum blossoms. Live in admiration."

Others agreed with each other, saying that the interpretation was good, and they all praised it.

And what do you think in your heart as the person who has been praised?

Zhu Tao still had a humble look on his face, and his heart was already full of joy. He thought to himself, he really came to be the hero, God let him time travel, and gave him a literary system, he was indeed destined to be extraordinary.

The plum-chanting poem he improvised just now is naturally not his real talent, but he found it from the system. This poem comes from a poet named Yuan Mei during the Qianlong period.

Yuan Mei was a famous poet in the Qing Dynasty. He was a Jinshi in Qianlong. He used to be the magistrate of Jiangning and other places.

Yuan Mei advocated that poetry should be straight from the heart, imitating nature, emphasizing originality, and paying attention to absorbing nutrition from folk language.

He is a poet who is good at writing plums and bamboos.

The reason Yinzhen didn't hear it was because his soul had been in the Forbidden City after his death, and he couldn't leave the palace.

What's more, Yinzhen doesn't pay much attention to poetry. This poem is not bad, but it's not earth-shattering. He pays more attention to people's livelihood, but these arty poems.

As the organizer of the poetry meeting, Chen Lianming is also very interested in the first topic of this kind of talent and learning.

Chen Lianming is not the kind of villain who is jealous, and he also admires Zhu Tao's poem. In addition, Zhu Tao's humble and cautious appearance is indeed in line with the nature of scholars.

Chen Lianming said with a smile: "Brother Yingjie's poem is really good. I can't wait for it. Even so, Brother Yingjie won the first prize for today's first question. Do you have any objections?"

"I am convinced, and naturally I have no objection."

"Brother Yingjie really deserves his name."

Then Zhu Tao accepted the praise very humbly amidst the compliments of everyone.

Zhu Tao's literary system is really easy to use. Next, he used "The grass grows and the warbler flies to the February sky, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children come back early from school, and they are busy taking advantage of the east wind to release paper kites." This poem won the following awards "Children's Fun" is the first prize.

Then he made persistent efforts and won the top prizes with the theme of "Yuanxiao" and "Xi Shui".

Yinzhen and Yunrong felt that maybe this person really had some talent in poetry, and they even sighed a few words from time to time.

Yinzhen has talent and learning, but he attaches great importance to "real talent and real learning", such as national governance, so he has the ability to appreciate poetry, but if he does it himself, he can say it is mediocre.

Now I am very happy to see someone who is so talented.

The next topic is "Snow".

Yinzhen and Yunrong are now very interested in this Zhu Tao, and his performance makes Yinzhen and Yunrong have very high expectations of him.

Zhu Tao did not disappoint Yinzhen and Yunrong.

A song "Snow": At night, the sky is filled with clouds, and in the morning, jade leaves are fluttering.There is no forest without the shadow of silver flowers, and all peaks are covered with ice patterns.

You can see the flag of the hotel floating near you, but you can still hear the bell in the monk's room ringing far away.Twenty miles into the customs, the original autumn rain, the north and the south greeted each other.

To win applause.

At the beginning, Yinzhen felt that his level was not insulted when he listened to it, but after careful recollection, he felt that the poem was very familiar, and then he remembered why the poem was familiar.

This poem was written by his very prodigal emperor's son.

Yinzhen doesn't know much about poetry, but his soul is floating in the palace. If he has nothing to do, he has to keep an eye on his son's movements every day. His Qianlong son is very fond of poetry. He not only likes to write poetry, but also likes to write it himself.

His level is not bad, and he also has some impressions of this poem, but he didn't realize it for a long time at first.

Seeing that Yinzhen was fine just now, Yunrong suddenly changed her face, feeling something was wrong.

"What's wrong with you?" Yun Rong asked.

Yinzhen dismissed the people in the private room, and then said with some helplessness: "I've heard people talk about this poem before."

"Ah! You mean it's not his original work?"

Yinzhen shook his head: "Probably not, do you know where I sleep and listen?"

Yinzhen sighed: "Qianlong."

Yunrong is really surprised now, Qianlong!Yunrong felt that this matter was a bit of a joke, since Yinzhen said so, it is naturally impossible to deceive her.

The future poem appeared on this occasion, no matter how you look at it, you think there is something wrong with Zhu Tao.

Yun Rong: "Then this Zhu Tao?"

Yinzhen didn't know how to deal with it anymore, but it was certain that this Zhu Tao was on Yinzhen's single name, anyway, he was remembered.

Zhu Tao now hopes to be appreciated by the emperor, and then reach the pinnacle of life, and then hug left and right, and enjoy the blessings of everyone.

I don't know if he will be happy knowing that he is so "remembered" by the emperor.

After confirming that Zhu Tao is not a real talent, Yinzhen and Yunrong are not interested in this poetry meeting, and they really can't arouse any interest.

(End of this chapter)