Life is fleeting, like the passing of a white horse, but I will not be happy until I am in my prime. -------Cai Yan of the Eastern Han Dynasty, "Eighteen Beats of Hujia"
It is said that the Luoyang Poetry Festival held by Cai Yong attracted many young scholars. In addition to displaying their talents, they also rushed to see Cai Wenji's style. After Cai Wenji played a guqin song, her popularity skyrocketed. In addition, Wenji's temperament was outstanding, extraordinary, generous, neither humble nor arrogant, and she looked like an intellectual beauty. For a while, the pretentious talents downstairs fell in love with her, and some even chanted in public. Poetry expresses love.
This poetry party was originally an elegant event among literati, but because of Dong Zhuo, a common man, it turned into a funny sketch party for a while. Dong Zhuo thought that Yan Baihu, a rough guy, must have no money in his stomach, so he tried his best to encourage Yan Baihu to write a poem, hoping to see his jokes and take the opportunity to suppress Baihu's arrogance.
Unexpectedly, Yan Baihu, with his shy dark face covered with beards, holding up an empty wine glass, walked seven and a half steps, and actually composed a five-character poem. The five-character poem has neat rhythm and is simple and vicissitudes of life. It fully shows the concern for the country and the people. Especially when it is read in a deep voice by this unattractive black-faced man, and because he really only used seven and a half steps to complete the poem, it actually seems... Extremely stunning.
At that time, the world was in chaos and the people were in dire straits. People with insight all wanted to bring order to the chaos. Even beasts like Dong Zhuo did it under the guise of helping the Han Dynasty and the world. Chen Long's poems borrowed the poetic meaning of Du Fu's five-character poems from later generations, with slight changes to show his concern for the country and the people.
Cai Yan's beautiful eyes were filled with brilliant colors, and Dong Zhuo was stunned. A fat right hand was waving in the air, much like the lucky cat of later generations. I wanted to invite Feng Xiaoer to take off Chen Long's pants and order him to do it, but he never came first.
Jia Xu, who was sitting next to him, kept squinting his eyes, closing his eyes to rest, as if his mind was wandering. At this time, he opened his eyes slightly and glanced at the "Emperor Soochow" in front of him. Chen Long was stared at by him, and a dangerous aura hit him. He felt like a snake and a scorpion were watching him, just like the stinging feeling when being targeted by a super assassin.
Chen Long pretended to be casual and glanced at Jia Xu. Jia Xu closed his eyes slightly again, as if they had never been opened. The whole garden fell silent because of Chen Long's profound poem. All the civil servants under Dong Zhuo pondered in their hearts, wondering if Chen Long's poem was meant to satirize Grand Master Dong. The generals were all observing Grand Master Dong's movements. If he gave an order, Next, he rushed forward to catch this pretentious guy Chen Long.
Dong Zhuo certainly heard the dissatisfaction with those in power and sympathy for the people at the bottom in Chen Long's poems, but he himself was not sure whether Chen Long had any intention to target him. Dong Zhuo swallowed his saliva like a fool, looked at Jia Xu for help and said, "Wenhe, how about Bai Hu's poem?"
When Jia Xu asked, he cupped his hands and said: "Master, this poem by General Baihu is concerned about the country and the people, with a desolate mood. It tells the truth of the people's plight and longing for peace in the world. The last sentence points out the need for Master Dong Such a rejuvenating general will restore the glory of the Han Dynasty." After saying this, he stroked his long beard and smiled. The light in his eyes seemed to flash at Chen Long, and continued: "It's just the poem of General Baihu, not the garden he said. Zhongjing, how do you calculate this account?"
Chen Long was sweating in his heart, Jia Wenhe was hiding it, could he have seen my flaw? Thinking that Jia Xu had never exposed Zhong Yao, but used Zhong Yao to release the news of Chang'an's emptiness, intending to eliminate his own power, Chen Long felt cold in his heart. So if you don't expose me now, is there any ulterior motive?
Chen Long was not sure whether Jia Xu had seen through it. He was so confused that he could only continue to play the role. Dong Zhuo listened to Jia Xu's words and realized that Chen Long was boasting that he could transform the world. He was overjoyed and said: "Okay! I didn't expect General Baihu to be really talented and beautiful. Dong is disrespectful. Come back, please send me my concubine Wen Ying." , Send it to General Baihu’s house!” After hearing this, all the generals breathed a sigh of relief and all laughed. Chen Long hurriedly waved his hand to refuse, but Dong Zhuo thought he was being polite, so he kept refusing, so Chen Long had no choice but to endure it. Thinking that this was a hot potato, he suddenly glanced at Cai Yan and saw that she didn't care on the surface, but there was a look of disappointment in her eyes.
Chen Long thought that this misunderstanding was serious, but he had nothing to explain. Cai Yan could just let her think whatever she wanted. Anyway, she only hated "Yan Baihu".
Cai Yong's attitude improved significantly. Literati always looked down on uneducated people. He originally thought that Yan Baihu was a rough guy, but he didn't expect that the poems he wrote were so delicate. Cai Yong thought about himself, but he probably couldn't write such a heavy poem.
As time went by, the poetry society gradually became better and better, and there were several young scholars among them. Their quality was quite good, and their poems were very gorgeous. Chen Long was known as the Three Kingdoms Searching for Dragons, and of course he wrote down their names. They are Xu Qian, Ruan Yu, Ying Jun, Fan Qin, and Handan Chun.
Among them, Chen Long particularly liked Fan Qin's four-character poems. Fan Qin was tall and tall, young and good-looking. He wore a silk scarf on his head and black Confucian clothes. He was spotless and starched. He stood calmly among the scholars and stood out from the crowd. He could only hear him reciting loudly:
"Look at my North Garden. Those who are well-organized will be mulberry trees."
Escape this spring scene. Both lush and long.
The leaves are spitting out densely. Soft and shiny.
Yellow stripes spread. The bluebird comes and flies.
The sun and the moon are advancing. Never forget.
Young Master Zhan Zhan. The honor is outstanding. "
In just a few words, it's like an oil painting passing before your eyes, which is breathtaking. Cai Yan was also attracted by him and smiled slightly to show his approval. When Fan Qin saw Cai Yan looking at him with a smile, he couldn't help but feel dizzy. He picked a strange flower next to him and bowed down as a gesture, presenting flowers in front of everyone.
Cai Yan's face was slightly red, and she took the signal from a distance, but couldn't help but glance at Chen Long, and saw that he didn't care, as if he had done something bad. After hearing Fan Qin's famous poems, Cai Yong was overjoyed and said: "Hupper's literary talent is exquisite and his eloquence is perfect. He should be ranked first in this poetry meeting. Although General Baihu's poems are good, they are not about scenery, so he must be ranked second."
Fan Qin bowed to thank him and said loudly: "Miss Cai, a talented woman in the world, has not written a poem yet. How dare I be the first?" After hearing this, everyone also cheered: "Miss Cai, please write a poem! Please write a poem, Miss Cai." Miss, write a poem!”
Cai Yan came here to participate in the poetry meeting, so he was naturally prepared. If everyone was spring and Jingming, I am afraid Cai Yan would only be able to write Yangchun Baixue. However, Chen Long's painful poem just now was lingering in her mind, and she recited it repeatedly in her heart: "The wine and meat in Zhumen stinks, and there are frozen bones on the road." These two sentences couldn't help but evoke her sympathy for all the people, and all the beautiful scenery seemed to be... No longer in front of him, what floated in front of him were scenes of people being displaced and their children separated. Cai Yan was filled with sorrow and slowly recited:
"The sky is boundless and the earth is boundless, and my heart is also filled with sadness. Life is fleeting, like the passing of a white horse, but I cannot be happy when I am in my prime years. I want to ask the sky to complain, but there is no fate in the sky. I raise my head Look up at the clouds and smoke in the sky."
"When I was born, I did nothing. After I was born, the Han Dynasty declined. The sky was unkind, so it brought chaos and separation, and the earth was unkind, so I met at this time. When fighting, the roads are dangerous, and the people are in exile, so we share the sorrow."
"The beacon fire at the top of the city has never been extinguished. When will the war on the battlefield stop? The world is different, the body is in trouble, and the desires are different. Who can talk to me!"
After reciting, the mourning ceased, and Cai Yan's beautiful tearful eyes turned to Chen Long. It turned out that the artistic conception of this poem was the same as the five-character poem Chen Long had just recited. Chen Long felt cold all over his body, as if he had fallen into an ice cave. This was the Cai Yan in his heart, the Cai Wenji who was worried about the world.
