Chapter 12 Chapter 10 A team of poets explaining poems and praying, half-day romance, half-rhyme, extremely sour

An ancient poem says it well, there is a woman who is pregnant with spring, and the auspicious man lures her.The attraction between the sexes is also often activated unexpectedly.At a juncture in this initial period, if you get rid of it, you get rid of it.If you can't get rid of it, then the second and third stages, and even maturity, will come next to each other slowly.Qingqiu is a smart woman, what doesn't she know?Now there is a luxurious and handsome young man who is always turning around in front of her eyes, which naturally arouses affection. At first, she only heard that Yanxi could compose poetry, but she was half-believed, but now reading his letter, she was actually a literary genius Basic people, unexpectedly.After she finished reading the letter, she stuffed it under the pillow, on the bottom layer of the quilt, only to hear her mother say outside: "If you don't know, that's fine. If you know, you should send some bowls of noodles." Qingqiu listened. Said, opened the door and came out: "Of course we have to give it. But if someone gives us such an important gift, if we invite him to eat a bowl of noodles, is it considered a gift?" Mrs. Leng listened to her accent and wanted to accept the beads. , smiled and said: "What kind of gift should we give back, it can't be equal to other people's gift." Qingqiu said: "It's not like that, I think I cook a few bowls of noodles at home and send them over there. They have a lot of cooks in their family who can cook any kind of noodles, so if we give them noodles like ours, wouldn't they make people laugh?" Mrs. Leng said: "You are right, what do you want?" Qingqiu smiled and said: "Mom! I learned how to make a dessert called rose cake in Western cooking. I asked my mother and father to buy some things with me. I will try it once. If it is done, give some to others. We Eat some yourself." Mrs. Leng said: "No wonder you brought those foreign furniture back home last time, and they were used to make chicken cakes. I said you can do it well?" Qingqiu said: "Can't you? Okay, don’t give it to others, so what’s wrong with it?” Mrs. Leng always loved this only child, so she took out the money and asked Han Guanjiu to buy it for her.

Qingqiu was also very happy, put on a white apron, and went to the kitchen to make this rose cake.When people are happy, they can do everything well.In two or three hours, she had steamed a lot.This cake is light yellow, but it is covered with green and red orange peel, raisins, banana core, and some soft and fragrant ingredients.And the most important part is the rose sweetener.So this cake is sweet and delicious.Qingqiu picked two good ones, took advantage of the heat, served them on a porcelain plate, and asked Han Ma to send them to Yanxi.It happened that Yanxi was at home, and when he saw Mama Han delivering something, he was about to inquire about the letter.Quickly said: "Thank you, thank you. It looks like this. It's steaming hot. It's made at home." After touching it, he took out another yuan to reward Han Ma.Han Ma said: "I already spent your money once today, why spend your money again? I really dare not take it." Yanxi said: "Just take it. Otherwise, the second time, I won't dare to bother you." You did something." Seeing what he said, Han Ma thanked him and had to accept the money.Yanxi said: "Is this made by your wife?" Mother Han said: "No, it was made by my lady. Try it, is it delicious?" Yanxi heard that it was made by Qingqiu, so she said: " It's delicious." Mother Han laughed inwardly.Then asked: "My letter..." Han Ma said: "I gave it to Miss." Yanxi said: "Did she read it?" Han Ma said: "Yes." Yanxi said: " Did you see her reading the letter?" Mother Han said, "I saw her reading the letter." Then Yanxi took a piece of rose cake with her hands, and chewed it slowly.She smiled and asked: "What did she say?" Han Ma said: "She didn't say anything. When she read the letter, I walked away." Yanxi said: "She can't say nothing, Did you say a few words?" Han Ma said: "She said she did. She asked me if I showed it to my wife? I said no. She just said, don't tell my wife." These few words are so eloquent. Xi Xin was in full bloom, and said: "You are very good at handling things, and I will entrust you. When you pass by, can you ask her if she has a letter and replied to me? If there is a letter, you can always send it to my room. Those of me If the servant wants to ask you, just say that I asked you to come here." Because Yanxi treated her well, Han Ma thought she should repay him, and Yanxi said so, so she agreed.She left because Jin Rong came in.

Jin Rong asked: "Master Qi, let's have a treat tomorrow. Should the banquet be made by the cook at home, or should we call it in the restaurant?" Rong agreed to go.So when he asked, Yanxi thought of composing poems, took out the topic his father had written, spread it out to look at it, and studied how to start it.The title is a song of seven rhythms of spring rain; seven unique peonies, regardless of the number of songs;Yanxi thought about it, except for Shaoyao's Qijue, which she was somewhat sure of, she didn't know how to start with the rest.There is no way out, so I have to ask Song Runqing for advice.At that time, I invited Song Runqing, showed him the topic, and asked him which topic he was working on.Song Runqing said: "How many questions do you have to do to finish the exam?" Yanxi said: "Two questions are considered to be the end of the exam. I have chosen the Qijue. Now I am thinking about writing in this poem Qiguhe Among the seven laws, which one should I choose?" Song Runqing said: "It's the spring rain. The poems of Qigu are full of strength, and the three are indispensable. If it is not done properly, it doesn't matter in the poetry society. I'm afraid it will be presented to your father. I can't let it go." Yanxi said: "Very well, then, please ask Mr. Song to make the first seven rhythms for me." Song Runqing said: "Okay, let me go home and do it. When it is done, I will send it tonight." Yanxi said: "What about Qijue?" Song Runqing said: "Do you want me to do this?"Seeing that Yanxi couldn't tell why, Song Runqing felt that the words were too serious.He said: "I have always been bad at Qijue. But I can also draw up a few, and I will ask Brother Yanxi to delete and revise them later. In the evening, I will send them along with the Qilu." Yanxi listened Yes, naturally happy.On the next day, all the guests invited to write poems came slowly. There were ten people in total. They were Zou Zhaowen, Xie Shaopiao, Yang Shenji, Shen Congzhong, Han Qingdu, Kong Xueni, Meng Jizu, Feng Youliang, Qian Mr. Neng Shou and Mr. Zhao Shouyi.Yanxi came out to entertain them and invited them to sit down in the living room.Among them, Meng Kong and Qian Zhao are the four young masters, and the rest are all involved in gold affairs.Zou Zhaowen cupped his hands first, and said to Yanxi: "Master Qi is very interested, and he started a poetry club. Many people here are not good enough for me. Needless to say, Master Qi's poems are second to none." Yanxi laughed : "What can I do, but just learn from you." Xie Shaozhen laughed aloud, and then said: "This is a joke. Did Qi Ye follow us to learn poetry? Too humble, too humble. This time Master Qi is on duty, so of course this topic is decided by Master Qi. I think Master Qi must have prepared it?" Yanxi said: "It is planned, but please everyone decide." Kong Xue The nun said: "What is the title? Brother Yanxi, let me know first." Yanxi said: "I didn't draw up this title, because I told Jia Yan about the establishment of the Poetry Club, and Jia Yan was very happy. I just came up with three questions." Zou Zhaowen clapped his hands and said, "What's the matter! Is it the question given by Prime Minister Kim? It must be very interesting. Let me think about it. What kind of questions does the old man want to come up with?" He said, He raised his head, looked at the sky and thought for a while.Xie Shaoguan said: "As far as I think, it might be a matter of the world, such as autumn feelings." Zou Zhaowen said: "No, Prime Minister Kim has a lot of painstaking efforts to love the country and the people. He will keep such a topic for himself. But If the old man is happy, he will come up with this kind of topic, and I don't know." When he said that, Yanxi had already distributed more than a dozen topics copied on rice paper stamps to the people present.Zou Zhaowen read: "A song of the seven rhythms of spring rain, and the seven songs of peony. There is no limit to the number of songs. Climb to the top of the West Mountain to sing, one of the seven ancient songs." Zou Zhaowen clapped his hands again and said, "What do I say? It's about cultivating one's temperament." Yang Shenji, who was older and had grown a beard, said with a smile, "Prime Minister Kim is very interested in the topic of spring rain! You must learn Zhang Chuanshan's chants of plum blossoms and Wang Yuyang's words of autumn willows. Play it to the fullest. The old man asked us to make a song. If we can do it, we might as well make a few more. As for this peony? Huh..." He touched his beard again and said: "This should be a ten The first eight poems are just right. At least like Li Taibai's "Qingping Diao", they must be three masterpieces. When it comes to these seven ancient poems, I am afraid that all of you here have more than enough talent, or lack of courage. I have chosen, Do this first." Yanxi hated in her heart: I didn't plan to invite this old guy, but my father said that he is a veteran, so I want to invite him to join.You see, he hasn't done it yet, so let's criticize the people present first. I really don't like his old-fashioned appearance.Then he said: "Please have some snacks first. After a while, I will introduce a poet to meet you." When everyone heard that it was snacks, they stopped talking and stood up. Next to the living room, there are two wing rooms in a row. , tables and chairs have been set up.Everyone has to give up their seats.Taking advantage of this time, Yanxi has already invited Song Runqing.Yanxi introduced everyone present to him one by one.Then Yang Shenji glanced at him, thinking, the so-called poet, could it be him?I see that if you are so shabby, you are not a person who can write poetry.

After everyone sat down, they brought dishes and noodles. They ate noodles and talked at the same time. It was very lively. After snacks, Yanxi led the crowd into the study and asked them to start writing poems.Yang Shenji first said: "Brother Yanxi, our poetry club is the first day of establishment today, and of course we have to do it according to today, do you want to discuss a constitution first?" Xie Shaozhen said: "I agree with this proposal first. However, the poems on these three topics, I am afraid it will be very troublesome to do. Why don't we write the poems first and finish the poems, everyone has a lot of time to spare, and then discuss the regulations, it will be very easy, even if the discussion lasts until twelve o'clock in the evening The clock is going." Yang Shenji said: "Everyone thinks that writing poems is difficult and wastes time, so it's better to write poems first and discuss the regulations later." When he said that, he stroked his beard and smiled, and said: "As far as I am concerned, I have two hours to write poems, that's enough. After finishing the poems, I'm going to discuss the rules, and I'm afraid everything will be over before dinner." Then Zou Zhaowen was afraid that everyone would follow Yang Shenji's suggestion, so he took the title to Yanxi first. Look, pointing to the word Shaoyao, said: "I'll do this first. Today is Brother Yanxi's master, we should obey Brother Yanxi's order. Brother Yanxi, do you want to limit the rhyme?" Yanxi said: "Don't limit the rhyme! If the rhyme is restricted, everyone has many good sentences, but they will be restricted and unable to write. Wouldn't it be a pity?" Zou Zhaowen said: "Exactly, that's what I think." That Kong Xueni is myopic Put the question paper to your eyes, move it from top to bottom, from bottom to top, read it once, and said to Yanxi: "I haven't done Qigu for a long time, I don't know if it will work?" Meng Jizu said: " If you want to express your meaning, you should blow it up." Yang Shenji knew that the two of them were rich young masters, so he said: "Brother Kong and Mencius are big-hearted people, so what they say is just like my humble opinion. The three of us Individuals, let’s each write an article.” They were discussing here, and Yan Xizao supervised the servants and set up more than a dozen seats.On each case, there is a cupronickel ink cartridge, a selected brush, and a stack of antique letterheads.In another place, there was a cup and saucer filled with top-quality Biluochun tea, two cigars, and a box of Golden Dragon cigarettes, all of which helped Wen Si.After the arrangement was completed, everyone took their positions, and the arrogant atmosphere in the room was immediately quieted down.But the loud voice died down, and the small voice gradually vibrated again.The buzzing sound was like the mosquitoes in the house were encouraged at dusk.Listen carefully to the voice, there are those who say "there are many rains during the Qingming Festival", and some who say "the famous flowers are all over the country and the two are happy".Yanxi's manuscript was originally well-thought-out, so he didn't have to be busy at all. Instead, he smoked a cigarette and watched the people present with a cold eye.I saw a dozen or so heads sitting here, swaying here and there, trying to get their strength together.

The seat where Han Qing was sitting alone was in the row in front of Yang Shenji.His feet were under the table, shaking desperately, and the top shook too.Putting a cup of tea on Yang Shenji's table, the vibration made waves and ran straight out of the cup.Yang Shenji couldn't bear it any longer, so he said, "Brother Qingdu, are you able to do your work?" Han Qingdu took out a small handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his brow, and said, "Half of it, I'll read it to you." Yang Shenji Said: "No need, I'll finish it later, let's take a look. You can move the chair forward, okay?" Han Qing said alone: ​​"How is it? Is it blocking the light?" Yang Shen could not explain, so he had to say: "Yes .” Han Qingdu moved the chair, and it still swayed again.Yang Shenji couldn't bear it any longer, so he said: "Brother Qingdu, don't shake it." Han Qingdu was just thinking about the song Qijue, but couldn't answer the last sentence, so he shook his body vigorously, thinking about it.Hearing Yang Shenji say don't shake it, he replied casually: "There is no better character in Er Xiao, so there is no need to shake it, so what word should I use?" Everyone laughed when they heard that.Han Qingdu was baffled. He didn't know why everyone was laughing, but he was stunned.But in this way, everyone is wary, and they dare not write freely.

It lasted about two hours, and Yang Shenji was indeed quick-witted. He wrote a poem called Qilu first, and then Kong Xueni, Feng Youliang, and Zhao Shouyi each got a poem.When it reaches three hours, eight out of ten stops are achieved.So Yanxi paid the footman and told him to serve snacks.On each table is a bowl of chicken soup, meat and sugar, and two large steamed stuffed buns.When Zou Zhaowen saw the snacks coming, he first took the buns and ate them.Unexpectedly, I used too much force, I bit it down, and the crystal syrup became thinner, and I could see a shot in the distance.The sugar filling is hot, and it flows on the hands, sticky and hot.In a hurry, he threw the steamed stuffed bun on Yang Shenji's mat, and glued several pieces of letter paper with syrup to form a piece.Yang Shenji had turned his big eyes to look at Zou Zhaowen, Zou Zhaowen was very bored, so he had to send the letterhead in front of him.Yanxi was afraid that she would start a fight over such a trivial matter, it would be very indecent.Holding a piece of poem manuscript, he read a sentence: "There was a lot of fun last night and this morning." He asked, "Whose masterpiece is this?" Xie Shaozhen was drinking chicken soup, swallowed all the bones, and stood up quickly , Drilled forward, and said: "This is the song of the seven laws of spring rain made by my brother." When everyone heard about it, they came forward to read it. cloud.

Thousands of trees and peach blossoms are naturally wet, and thousands of branches of willows are indistinguishable from the mist. The farmers are happy and can live, but the tourists are surprised that the road is too dirty. Since there are people who can reason, Taiping is happy. Yang Shenji looked at it, nodded first, and said: "Shao Wei has worked with me for a while, and I can tell what he means. The first and second sentences are naturally born out of Jincheng's silk pipes, half into the river wind, and half into the clouds. It’s worth it. If you think that you changed the sentence about the rain during the Qingming Festival, it’s wrong. But it’s well written. You can see that he used the three characters “Shang Miu” to describe the continuous spring rain. The city is full of spring rain." Xie Shaozhen was very happy to see Shen Ji annotating the poems with him, holding a white paper folding fan in his hand, folded it up, and stood aside with his chin on his face and a smile on his face.Yang Shenji said again: "There is no need to doubt this couplet. It is nothing more than a description of the scene in the rain, and in the dark, there is rain there. The farmer's joy is also alive, and the passengers are shocked. The road is too dirty. It's luck. Things, the rules of the seven rhythms are like this. Three or four sentences describe the scene, and five or six sentences describe the event. If three or four sentences describe the scene, five or six sentences describe the scene. However, the rhyme of the meaty characters in this way seems a bit far-fetched. "Xie Shaoyu said: "Mr. Yang is right, but this poem contains deep meaning. As the saying goes: Spring rain is as slippery as oil. The streets are full of oil, isn't it not too nasty?" Yang Shenji nodded and said : "It makes sense. As for the last sentence, it is right to praise Prime Minister Kim. Today's prime minister is also the former prime minister. The prime minister has the ability to correct yin and yang, so he said that there are people who are correct, and he does not reveal it." Praise and prayer are the best." Everyone saw that he was talking so extravagantly, so they really didn't dare to criticize him.Next, Yanxi took out a manuscript and said, "This is Mr. Yang's masterpiece." Xie Shaozhen wanted to reply to others about the benefits of praise.So I went on to read: Climb to the top of Xishan Mountain and sing

Thirty miles away from Xizhimen, there are green mountains and clouds rising in the area. There are temples, temples, temples and gardens, and there are western buildings hiding in the pine forest.The flowing water gurgles down the mountain, and the fragrance of flowers on the mountain flows away. I smell the fragrance of running water and go up the hill with a smile on my face. Xie Shaoguan smiled and said: "The rhyme turns naturally. Entering the title like this is the magic of Li Taibai's "Sleepwalking Five Grandmas." Then read: Go into the clouds step by step until you feel all directions on the top of the mountain.

Looking closely at the melon fields and mulberry fields, a piece of green is broken by a long road. Looking at the thirteen gates of Beijing from a distance, the palaces of thousands of families are in the center, so far all things are under one's feet, and my heart is like a fairy. Although I am not Wu Niu, why is my breath so vast? Although I am not a horse, I am empty and small in the north. Then Han Qingdu was first said a few words by Yang Shenji, and I was still angry. At this time, when I heard the word "ox and horse" in his poem, I couldn't help but sneer.Yang Shenji saw him with his hands behind his back, looking sideways at him, with a great sense of contempt, he felt ashamed and blushed.Said: "I think Mr. Han smiled slightly, showing disdain for teaching, brother Qingdu thinks so?" Han Qingdu pretended to smile and said: "Mr. Yang's words are serious. But I also have a little meaning. Isn’t Mr. Yang too modest?” Yang Shen thought he was an old man, yet someone criticizes his poems in public, is it tolerable, why not?He rolled up the sleeves of his blue woven silk gown, raised his hands upwards, closed his eyes, and said to the sky: "How can a sparrow know its ambition after flying for thousands of miles? I heard that Confucius' disciples had Ran Niu, and they were not named as Niu. It is a shame. The emperor of the two Jin Dynasties took back the surname Sima. How could he be humiliated by him? Tai Shigong said that a cow and a horse walk, and Zhuangzi also said, "Whoever calls me a horse should be regarded as a horse, and whoever calls me a cow should be regarded as a cow. Shun Who is it? Who is it? I don’t dare to be like an ox or a horse?” When Xie Shaozhen saw Yang Shenji was furious, he was afraid that they would really have a quarrel.He hurriedly laughed and said, "Why are the two sages at odds with each other? In Mr. Yang's case, he is using what he has learned, but in Brother Qing Du, he is only doing his best to attack mistakes, and he has no bad intentions. Don't shout, let me give it a try. Just finish reading this poem in one breath." Then he read again: Don't you see that your master climbed Mount Tai, and the world is small in his eyes, and you don't see the ambitious Qin Shihuang, who also searched for the immortal Penglai Island?

I did not come up the mountain to steal pears and jujubes, nor did I carry gourds on my back to find medicinal herbs. I am not a hygienist today, and I am not here to improve the air. Everyone says it can't be timed, and I have a belly if it's not timed. I am willing to go to the top of the west mountain and vomit my doubts loudly. The sun goes down the mountain and returns. Xie Shaozhen finished reading in one breath, while Yang Shenji shook his head from the sidelines, gradually reducing the grievance in his heart.Then he asked everyone: "I think I put a lot of effort into it, what do you guys think?" Seeing that he was very angry, everyone said: "Very good, very good." There is a Mr. Shen Congzhong, who has not finished the manuscript and is leaning on the table to deliberate on the words and sentences.Hearing everyone said yes, he couldn't stay silent, so he also said there: "Okay." When others saw it, they thought he was approving his manuscript.That Kong Xueni said: "Mr. Shen's masterpiece, after careful deliberation, there must be a good sentence, we have to see it first!" So everyone flocked to Shen from the crowd, and took his manuscript to read.Shen Congzhong said: "My poem has not been improved yet, please wait a moment." Kong Xueni said: "Let's think about it after reading it. This is Qilu and Wing Chunyu." Then he read: Recently, I read Huangmei every day, and my teeth are sour.

Where is the wind without green willows?Who has a courtyard without moss? Last night I was shocked to hear about the arrival of thieves, and now I am scratching my head for a fighting poem. But the spring scenery in the suburbs is good, and I will not tire of driving many times. Kong Xueni was reading here, and Meng Jizu was reading behind him with his hands behind his back.He is a debater, and he likes to pick eyes most.Because Yang Shenji was there just now, I was afraid of him, so I didn't dare to say anything.Now that a good gentleman, Kong Xueni, is here to read it, he couldn't hold back his mouth, and said: "Of course the poems are not bad, but the rhyme couplet is somewhat fabricated." Small toric glasses the size of copper coins are framed on them.At this time, the pair of glasses, because the head was lowered for too long and was wobbly, fell down and landed on the tip of the nose.He was busy with poetry for a while and forgot his glasses.At this time, it depends on the person, so I just remember to put the glasses away with two fingers, and put them directly against the eyes.Then he looked up at Meng Jizu with a raised face, and said with a smile: "Isn't it Young Master Meng who said that? Your Excellency grew up in a wealthy family. How do you know folk stories? You must know that this rainy day is the day when thieves are born. The ancients did not say that Huh? Stealing the wind does not steal the moon, stealing the rain does not steal the snow. Last night, although the Han family did not have many things, just after the ministry paid their salaries, how could they not be alarmed by the approaching thieves?" Meng Jizu said: "Although this After all, it has nothing to do with the word "spring rain." Shen Congzhong said: "Mr. Yang Shenji just talked about it? Seven rules, three or four sentences describe the scene, and five or six sentences will make things happen. That's exactly how I do it! "Meng Jizu said: "Then, if you read Huangmei every day, do you use the allusion that it rains at the time of Huangmei?" Shen Congzhong said: "Yes." Meng Jizu said: "That's wrong. Huangmei is in April and May. However, the topic is Chunyu, isn’t that the article is wrong?” Yang Shenji and Shen Congzhong are colleagues, and Shen Congzhong agreed with him, feeling that he has face.He said: "At first glance, it doesn't seem to be relevant to the topic. In fact, we should pay attention to the word. The person who reads it has something in mind about the future. So I quickly went on to say: Where there are no willows, who doesn't Moss, don’t talk about the spring rain, but the spring rain will see itself. This is called antelope hanging horns, and there is no trace.” Among them, Feng Youliang is a young and fat man. , as big as a soybean, just fall down.He stood up and said, "Everyone, don't discuss it first. I have a question that I want to bring up for research. It's these Qijue poems. Can you finish the two poems?" Yanxi saw that he was holding the handle of the handkerchief that the servant had just beaten. , holding a ball together, just looking at the forehead to wipe the sweat, probably can't be forced out like this.He said first: "Of course. We are here for entertainment, why should we limit how much?" So he stepped forward, took his poem manuscript, and looked at it.Meng Jizu knew that Feng Youliang's poems were learned from Yang Shenji, and if he wanted to retaliate, he read aloud: Everyone loves peony flowers, and peony flowers are not bad. I saw peonies in the park yesterday, and the branches were as big as melons. After reading this poem, all the people present burst into laughter.Feng Youliang's face did not change, and he stood in the crowd and said: "The words in this rhyme are very difficult to pronounce. What do you think? Correct it for me." Meng Jizu tried his best to hold back his laughter, and said: "This song Poetry, the reason why everyone is happy is that the rhyme of the poem is loud. I will read the second poem for you." Then he read aloud: "Great green leaves to support, white, red, and red. What can compare to him?" have to?Rouge on the beauty's face. Meng Jizu said: "Mr. Feng's example is really not bad. The red and white peony flowers are like rouge on the face of a beauty." Then he smiled at Yang Shenji and said, "Your Excellency and Feng Jun, I often study in one place. I think Yang Jun’s Qijue also has the same kind of style.” If someone said this, Yang Shenji would definitely retort.Now Meng Jizu is the son of the chief executive, so he has to pay more attention to contact with chief executive Meng, and of course he can't offend his son.He had to laugh and said, "Brother Meng Shi is always so sharp and unstoppable." Feng Youliang also stepped forward, took his hand and said, "Brother Tai, your non-critical criticism is really tolerable. You clearly said Let me say a few words, what is good and what is not, that is the principle of making friends through literature." Meng Jizu felt a little embarrassed when he said this.Yanxi said: "Brother Jizu is like this, he likes to make jokes. In fact, it is very fresh to have brother Liang's meaning at this time." Yang Shenji said: "Brother Yanxi's words are extremely fair. We would like to see it too. What do you think of Brother Jizu's masterpiece?" Meng Jizu was about to show off his talent, and said, "Although the work is not good, I'd like to publish it publicly so everyone can correct me." So he took out his manuscript and handed it to Yang Shenji, let him see.Yang Shenji read: Dark clouds suddenly appeared, moistening the farm's eight-acre field. There are fragrant grasslands on two dikes in Hebei, and apricot blossoms in February in Jiangnan. During the outing festival, they fly into arrays, and the sound of cuckoo is as thin as smoke. What day will it be in Fenggeng? I will arrange fishing boats on the west bank of Shiji. Before Yang Shenji could criticize him, Kong Xueni said first, "This is indeed a descendant of Yasheng. You can see that he used two sentences from Mencius when he picked up his pen." Draw circles in the air, and read in his mouth: "Fang grassland on two dikes in Hebei, apricot blossom sky in February in Jiangnan." Then he shook his head and said: "Jizujizu, your heart may be an exquisite thing. What? Why do you describe the beauty of the spring rain like this! I often say: Qilu poems are not only neat, but also very lively and unpredictable. Tianyun like you is completely like Wang Yuyang's family, and it really fits this purpose That's right." Yang Shenji read this poem, and thought it looked better literally.But I don't lose my tone, and I am about to find fault and pull him a little bit bad.First, it is inappropriate to use scriptures to compose poems.Second, the spring rain of apricot blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River is an old saying.It's completely used, I think he is too cheap.But these two points, Kong Xueni said yes first, it is really hard to refute him.Shen Congzhong saw that Kong Xueni was talking good and Yang Shen himself didn't say bad, thinking that the poem must be very good, he also clapped his hands and said: "Good poem, good poem, brother Meng should be the one who won the first prize today. "Speaking, he stepped forward and bowed, and said with a smile: "Congratulations." Meng Jizu criticized Shen Congzhong just now, and he admired him so much, let alone the rest of the people. At this time, he was really arrogant.Those present, because he and Kong Xueni are the sons of the chief executive, and Yanxi is the son of the prime minister, everyone has already prepared for the top three to be allocated by the three of them.Now since Meng Jizu was said to be good, everyone complimented him for a while and applauded.