While Wang Tong was silent, Xia Houyue stood up and said: "Yang Langjun has been quietly tasting wine alone. He must be a little bored. Why not join in to help him enjoy the wine. What's more, Yue'er once I heard Aunt Gu say that Yang Langjun came to Chengdu to study. How can this be done by a person without talent? I respect the learned people the most in my life. I hope that Yang Langjun can show his talent and knowledge, so that I can have a better birthday today. Brilliance.”
Why do you all like to force people like this? Forget it, since the master is the one to speak, why not play with them? Yang Qing then handed over his hand and said: "Since Madam Xiahou invited me, it will be unreasonable for Qing to refuse. Forget it, Qing is just a person." Let me play with you for a while. If there are any inappropriate words later, I hope Brother Wang and you will not make fun of me."
When Wang Tong saw Xia Houyue's invitation, Yang Qing agreed to participate, and the jealousy that had been extinguished started to burn again.
You kid wants to humiliate yourself, right? Then don't blame me for being rude later.
Mr. Qin squinted at Xia Houyue and couldn't help but think, it seems that Yueniang followed her father and also had a literary bent.
Seeing that things were already like this, Wang Pu had no choice but to wait and see what happened. He glared at his son fiercely and said to everyone: "Then please start, and whoever has done it will tell you directly."
The participants immediately began to think about it, while the others were whispering and watching them. Wang Tong had already written a congratulatory poem, and he was still thinking about it at this time. He was just trying to look more like it, otherwise wouldn't it be too false to write it as soon as his father finished speaking? After all, Cao Zijian's talent is rare in the world. , and Wang Tong's performance in poetry and prose is obviously far inferior to Cao Zijian.
After a while, Wang Tong saw that the time was almost up and walked straight to Mr. Qin and Xia Houyue. If you do it at this time, you can not only come out on top, but also appear to be more agile than ordinary people. The timing is just right.
"Qin Gong and sister Yue'er are not talented, so I would like to ask you to write a simple congratulatory poem."
Mr. Qin and Xia Houyue nodded.
"Nephew Wang, please."
"Brother Wang Shi, please."
Wang Tong immediately turned around, faced everyone, and chanted: "The birthday of the Xia family is good, and the osmanthus is fragrant in the ninth month. The golden phoenixes are paired with emeralds, and the seven strings of the Shuqin are playing. Every year, I will be a hundred years old. May life be harmonious for thousands of years. There should be a day when the mandarin ducks cross their necks, and the harmonious singing of harps and harps is the way to reach the heart."
After Wang Tong finished reciting, he bowed and bowed to everyone around him. Then he stared at Xia Houyue and Mr. Qin with burning eyes and said, "I would like to use this poem to congratulate my sister Yue'er on her birthday. Please correct me, Mr. Qin and all the Fang family members."
After listening to it, everyone had to raise their hands and praise: "What a poem, what a poem."
Mr. Qin smiled. Wang Tong's poem is indeed a masterpiece. It uses accurate allusions, beautiful metaphors, sincere feelings, and fluent diction. It not only expresses his best wishes for Yueniang's birthday, but also expresses his affection for Yueniang. , to the effect that Xia Houyue’s birthday coincides with a beautiful season, in the golden autumn of September when the sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant. The gold phoenix and jade jewelry make Xia Houyue's face more charming, just like Zhuo Wenjun playing the seven strings on the piano. I hope that Xia Houyue’s birthday will be like this every year, that she will live a long life, and that her life will always be happy. Xiahou Yue should be accompanied by her beloved, just like the inseparable mandarin ducks and the harmonious music of the harp. This is exactly what I, Wang Tong, Wang Gongda wish!
Immediately, Mr. Qin appraised the poem in front of everyone, and gave Wang Tong a few words of praise and encouragement. This made Wang Tong feel very proud, but on the outside he was extremely humble.
Yang Qing admired Wang Tong a little. In any case, he was indeed a talented person. When it came to poetry, he was only at the level of limericks, but Wang Tong's poems were not up to the level.
Alas, it is really a tangled question whether to use my own true level or to deviate from the poetry of later generations.
Wang Tong was the first to come out and contributed a masterpiece, which immediately pushed the atmosphere of the banquet to a small climax. Then several people who participated in the poetry competition recited their own congratulatory poems, but they were all mediocre poems, and their standards were lower than Wang Tong's. Mr. Qin still corrected and encouraged everyone, and Xia Houyue also thanked them. For a while, both the guest and the host were happy, and nothing embarrassing happened.
Wang Tong saw that only Uncle Gu and Yang Qing were left on the field, and looked at Yang Qing provocatively: "Brother Yang, you and Uncle Gu are the only ones here who have not yet shown their literary talents. I really can't wait to hear this." Brother Yang’s poem is done.”
Yang Qing replied calmly: "Qing hasn't thought about it yet, why not ask Mr. Gu to come first."
Gu Gong smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, since Yang Langjun is so humble, I will come first."
"When did I meet Yushu? Gao Qiu was born on this day. Since speaking in Cantonese, I have become familiar with the old man's name. Classics are precious family affairs, and people pass on the world's feelings. If you are familiar with literature and science, don't forget the hearts of your ancestors. When people are drunk at the banquet, they sit sideways. No. The flowing clouds are divided into pieces, and the trickle is falling slowly."
The main idea of this poem is when was the good girl Yueniang born? It was today in late autumn. I have been very familiar with her since I interacted with my father in Guanghan. Your Xiahou family is also a heirloom of classics, and you and your father also have the best father-daughter relationship in the world. I hope you will continue to read poetry and books, and don’t forget the thoughts of your ancestors. I was already drunk when today's birthday party was just arranged, and now I can only sit crookedly. Today everyone is drinking fine wine just like the fairy's dinner party. I'll toast your birthday slowly.
After Gu Gong finished reciting the poem, he immediately drank a full cup and cupped his hands and said: "Qin Gong, Brother Wang, Yueniang, Gu has an occasional feeling and has shown his embarrassment."
After hearing this, everyone was filled with emotion. King Qin and King Qin also looked sad, and Xia Houyue had already shed tears.
Xia Houyue came to Gu Gong, bowed down and said, "Uncle Gu's love and care, Yue'er will never forget."
Qin Gong and Wang Pu also raised their glasses and toasted a glass of wine to Gu Gong. The three of them looked at each other and drank it in one gulp.
Qin Gong touched the beard under his chin and said with a smile: "Gu Gong's poem is also of great literary talent and touching. It should be on par with Wang Xiannephew's work!" Everyone also agreed that what Qin Gong said was reasonable. This king Lang Jun can compare with Gu Gong at such a young age, which is already extraordinary.
Wang Tong was not dissatisfied when he saw that Qin Gong ranked his poems with those of Gu Gong. After all, it was a compliment to him to be ranked with the elders whose literary names had been known for a long time.
I, Wang Tong, have not lost any points, but have won Yue'er's favor even more. The only one left here is this guy named Yang. Let's see what this guy can do.
"Brother Yang, you are the only one left now, why don't you still want to teach Yu Tong?" Wang Tong pressed Yang Qing again.
Even the clay figurine was a little angry. Seeing Wang Tong's proud and provocative expression, Yang Qing couldn't help but decided to teach this guy a lesson. In fact, he also wanted to understand that his greatest advantage is to know the civilizational knowledge of later generations. If these essences are not used, it will look hypocritical. What's more, the achievements of the sages will be revealed as soon as possible. It is also a good thing for the growth of the Chinese cultural context. I believe that people with intentions will do the same. You will agree!
"Brother Wang, don't be anxious. I have finished thinking about it. I will recite it to everyone." Yang Qing walked to the middle of the hall and said.
"Everyone, I only know a little bit about poetry. With Gu Gong and Wang Xiong Zhuyu in front of me, Yang will not do anything." Yang Qing said: "But my master once taught me a new style of writing, which is like poetry but not poetry. The verses are longer than ordinary poems and can express emotions and emotions. Today, I would like to take advantage of Lady Xiahou’s birthday to ask Qin Gong and other families to correct me."
When Duke Qin heard that this man had learned a new style of writing, his curiosity aroused. He looked at Yang Qing again, put down the wine glass in his hand, and listened.
Xia Houyue's eyes were filled with brilliance, and she guessed in her heart that the words Yang Langjun recited last night were actually a new style of writing, and it was indeed the right thing to invite him here today.
Others, like Duke Qin, were very excited when they heard that Yang Langjun did not write poetry but wanted to come up with a new thing. Only Wang Tong was disdainful. Even if the man surnamed Yang did not follow common sense and made a fool of himself, even if his so-called master created some new style of literature, it is expected that his teacher was just a mountain teacher. Such a puppet has its own merits. Wu, it is nothing more than some vulgar slang, which cannot enter the hall of elegance.
Wang Tong secretly clenched his right fist and looked at Yang Qing with a smile. You are creating a new style of writing as soon as you open your mouth. You think that your Yamanomura teacher is a national scholar and a great scholar in the world, so you are not afraid of flipping your tongue. Wang will watch you sensationalize and humiliate yourself.
