"Then let's start with poetry." Prince Mori waved his feather fan, looking like a teacher, and his words and deeds showed his royal demeanor.
This brother of hers is quite a handsome young man, Dai Yuan commented in her heart.
Fortunately, it was a couplet. Dai Yuan was secretly happy. After all, we can be considered half literati in the contemporary era. We have read a lot of couplets and poems, but repetition is not innovation. Dai Yuan doesn't like copying things from the ancients, even though they are very classic.
She prefers to integrate ancient things and add her own ideas.
"Please ask each princess to recite a poem. There is no limit on the subject matter or length, but it must be original. Poems and lyrics are also acceptable." Prince Mori smiled slightly.
"The mountains and rivers of Zimo are illuminated by the glow, and the sails are sailing along the sandy shore.
The poet's face is stained with dust, and his white clothes are wet with river water.
The moon is rising, don't miss it, hurry up and cross the hills.
The clouds are flying along the dark and rugged road, and a waterfall is flowing."
The second princess didn't even think about it, so she just spoke it out.
…
Everyone recalled the artistic conception of the second princess.
"The dancing red maple leaves are shy,
Purple bamboo nods near the window.
Temporarily borrowing Qinghui's short book,
What do you want from frequent readings of classics?
Dongpo invited the gods to drink wine,
Taibai raised his glass and drank endlessly.
Since ancient times, literati have often chanted,
Now give me a curtain hook."
When the third princess saw that the second princess had stolen the limelight, she immediately sang a song.
What a quick thinker! Dai Yuan sighed deeply! People in ancient times were all talented men and women!
Yes, both poems have artistic conception, but the rhyme is a bit lacking and not smooth enough. But they are both superior works.
"Little sister, it's your turn." Prince Mori smiled slightly.
The second princess and the third princess looked at each other and smiled. It seemed that they had united their front and planned to watch Dai Yuan's jokes together.
What a pity, I want to see Dai Yuan’s jokes in my next life!
Dai Yuan stood up and whispered:
"Just a few inches of my heart, just look at it, fold the flowers and cover my face with the string.
Smiling affectionately makes me sad,
If you cause trouble and worry yourself, you will have countless causes and consequences.
Fragrance comes to an end, and the empty branches and pistils are filled with jealousy.
The End of Crazy Flowers and Qingfeng Ferry.
The fragrant soul alone is buried, and the heart is buried in the place of incense."