Chapter 411: Live up to Tathagata and Live up to Qing
"Hey, have you finished writing?" The pen Liu Ruyun was holding was about to freeze, but Xiao Chen didn't say anything and couldn't help but urge Zhong loudly.
"Beauty is not born from a mortal body, it should grow from a plum blossom tree. I already hate that peach blossoms fall easily. Falling flowers are more sentimental than yours." Xiao Chen sang loudly, and everyone was silent except for the sound of Liu Ruyun's brushes.
The sentence is not vulgar, but it still seems a little frivolous. Xiya said nothing, Zhang Juer said nothing, but Qingxin's heart was pounding.
Why do you feel that Xiao Chen's poems are not written for Xia, but for himself?
She quietly looked at Xiao Chen, only to see that he was extremely drunk, gesticulating and continuing to speak loudly, "Practice actions and observe in quiet time, and experience lovers appearing before you. If you study Taoism with your heart, how difficult will it be to become a Buddha in the future?"
Everyone listened in silence, so is this a Zen poem or a love poem?
"We are of the same mind and have formed a bond in this world. Although life is short and lingering, I will meet you again in the next life, just like a young man in the wind."
It seemed to be a love poem, Zhang Juer suddenly felt something in her heart, and subconsciously looked at Xia, only to see Xia's beautiful eyes turning, and she was also looking at her.
The two looked at each other and smiled, full of affection.
But I heard Xiao Chen continue to say, "I wanted to lean in front of the window to accompany you, but I regretted that I had mistakenly practiced Zen in this life. I had the intention to go to the forest calmly, but I was also in love with the beauty. I sat in meditation to cultivate my mind and my eyes were opened. I prayed to the three-element descending platform and observed all the things in my mind."
How have you ever seen the Holy One? He didn't invite his lover, but he came by himself."
"I was worried that being sentimental would harm my holy life, and when I entered the mountains, I was afraid of being separated from the beautiful city. I have both peace of mind in this world, and I will live up to the Tathagata and live up to you!"
"Xiao Chen, your poem is incomprehensible. Why can't I understand it? Do you think it's true?" Liu Ruyun felt that Xiao Chen's poem was strange. After reading it for a long time, he couldn't find any trace of Zen.
, it’s all about friendship.
But the three girls, Xiya, Zhao Juer and Qingxin, all felt the same way. They were immersed in the lingering helplessness of the poem and could not extricate themselves. No one heard her words.
After a while, everyone's poems were all finished, and Li Wanjiang ordered Duanmu Nanqiao to recite them, because this beloved concubine was not only proficient in writing, but also had an extremely clear and beautiful voice.
In fact, Gong Shouli should have come. This was also an opportunity for him, the eunuch of the palm print, to shine, but Li Wanjiang was afraid that if he didn't recognize something, he would make a fool of himself in front of so many foreign guests!
The most suitable person should be Xiao Chen, but this guy is still in a drunken state and can't stand firmly.
"My dear concubine, there is no need to arrange the poems in order, just read them casually." Li Wanjiang said, "Today we write poems for fun, so we won't have to talk about so many rules."
"My concubine obeys the decree." Duanmu Nanqiao picked up a piece of paper and recited it aloud, "Polygonium insects avoid the sunflower pansy, they learn hardship without saying anything wrong. A villain has low self-esteem and is cowardly, but he knows the ambition of a noble scholar. In the phoenix city, the gate is forbidden when the rooster crows."
When Pingdan opens, the crown and cover will come vertically and horizontally, and the chariots and riders will come from all directions."
She read Empress Murong Danqiu's poem first. This poem not only contained the word "chicken", but also contained a mockery of Nishimura Zhicun and others, as well as a high praise for the Great Zhou Dynasty. It can be said to be quite satisfactory and appropriate.
This work is very suitable for her status as a queen.
Everyone cheered and praised, and Li Wanjiang also nodded and smiled. The empress had great literary talent and quick poetic talent. Both as an emperor and as a husband, she felt very pleased.
Duanmu Nanqiao herself wrote: The red crown on the forehead does not need to be cut off, and the whole body is white as snow when I walk into the future. I dare not speak lightly in my life, and thousands of houses will be opened at once.
She has always been low-key and doesn't like to be in the limelight, so this poem is quite satisfactory. She doesn't seek merit but seeks no faults. She just copes with the situation.
Liu Ruyun didn't care about that, what she wrote was: The fireworks in the four mountains are mesmerizing at night, singing the dawn chicken in the dark night, her own poetic heart is like a burning fire, and she devotes herself to the dust!
The poems are bold and uninhibited, which is quite in line with her character, especially the two lines about "her poetic heart is like a burning fire" and "dedicate herself to the world without hesitation", which can be said to be a direct expression of her heart.
Her personality is as wild as fire, but she has to devote herself to the palace. Her life ambitions cannot be realized, and the final outcome may be to die in the palace and turn into dust and mud under the imperial garden.
Zhang Yao'er wrote: Hearing the righteousness and being able to move, seeing the virtuous and thinking of being together, eating and tasting sweet millet, rising without waiting for the crow of the cock.
Liang Guifei wrote: If it is not changed by wind and rain, how can a chicken be so loyal? It can wake up in the dark and sing in the morning.
Yang Feng'er wrote: Twelve genus of famous ginseng, flowers with deep feathers, trustworthiness to urge the morning sun, and a song to send off the dawn.
What Zhu Xiaochuan wrote is: Taking advantage of the time of the solar term, the atmosphere is in the late Qing Dynasty, the tailoring is red and wonderful, the spring scenery is beautiful, the plums and willows in the palace know the mood of the sky, the colorful swallows in the Yao basket appear auspicious first, the golden rooster has not learned to crow in the morning, the holy land
The sun is perfect for feasting and having fun, and you hold the sun to the east city every year.
This poem is very good. Not only does it have neat rhythm and profound artistic conception, it also flatters the emperor greatly.
But at first glance, it turned out that he didn't write it himself. He had just quietly sent someone to ask Xiao Chen for help. Li Wanjiang naturally saw it, so he pretended not to see it.
Because Li Wanjiang himself also asked Xiao Chen to ghostwrite it: The white chicken dreamed of being eight hundred years old and spilling wine to make everyone happy.
The sound comes from the dance of the sea, and the spring breeze blows off the purple crown!
There are also a few Hanlins who are just mediocre in their work, so I will not mention them here.
When I arrived in Nishimura, Zhicun wrote several poems, and his style of painting changed.
Nishimura's ambition is: the red chicken is decorated with flowers, and its distance is like a sharp edge. I wish to show off the power of fire and fight in the middle of the Tang Dynasty!
This looks like a cockfight. Why show off your power and fight in the Tang Dynasty? Who the hell are you going to fight with? Excuse me?
Mu Xiuyonggang's performance is: the long cock raises the wind, the powerful feathers are spread wide, the beak is hooked lightly, and the electric shock returns to flying!
He is also very motivated.
Shimokawa Kamiki and Kudo Nako also did it, but it’s just commonplace, so there’s no need to mention it.
After reading them all, everyone realized that Xiao Chen hadn’t done it yet!
Xiao Chen kept squinting as he listened to Duanmu Nanqiao's chanting. He felt that her voice was crisp and really pleasant to the ears. If it was... I don't know... Hehehe.
"It's my turn?" Seeing everyone staring at him, he picked up the pen and brushed it off with a swipe.
An eunuch rushed to take it and delivered it to Duanmu Nanqiao.
"When a rooster crows and pouts?" Duanmu Nanqiao couldn't believe his eyes. What was written here?
Everyone was dumbfounded when they heard it. A cock crow is vulgar enough, why do you pout?
What are you sticking out? Are you sticking your butt out?
"The rooster crows twice and pouts twice..." Duanmu Nanqiao has three black lines on his forehead.
But the poetic meaning of the next two sentences is instantly reversed, "The rooster crows three times and the world becomes white, sweeping away the remaining stars and the dawn moon!"
Do you believe that Xiao Chen’s inspiration for this poem came from Xiao Ye?
When he was in the Governor's Mansion of Changshan Prefecture, Xiao Ye wrote a similar poem, the one with one piece, two pieces, three pieces and four pieces...
This kind of poem is considered a dangerous poem. The first part may be unremarkable, or the words may be shocking. The most important thing is the reversal of the last sentence.
If you translate it well, it’s a quatrain; if you translate it poorly, it’s garbage.
It's impossible for Xiao Chen to turn bad.
who is he?
The most talented person in the world!
Last year, he became famous in one battle, and today, he surpassed all the others with his skills.
Who dares to dissent?
Nishimura Shicun and the others were not convinced, but look at what happened to them?
Isn't it different, like Wanyan Pingqiu, who was slapped in the face by Xiao Chen so hard?
It doesn't matter if you don't accept it. This chapter has been completed!