Qin Wan'er spoke in a formal manner, and cursed in her heart. Then she looked at the people around her. The crowd was so excited that they couldn't wait. People in ancient times seemed to be similar to people in modern times. An activity like this kind of talent show has a high level of participation.
Yes
"Brother Zhang, I will not give in to this year's poetry competition." One person was full of confidence, his eyes were raised to the sky, as if he was already confident about winning the first prize.
"Haha, of course I won't be humble as a brother."
"Everyone, this year's poetry competition is titled Ode to Chrysanthemums. The time is limited to one stick of incense. Whoever has the best words and sentences will be recognized by everyone and will be the winner." Another man wearing a high crown and speaking elegantly moved slightly toward
The waiter behind him signaled that someone had touched the newly burned rosin.
Qin Wan'er is also thinking in her heart. There are countless poems praising chrysanthemums throughout the ages. What is really difficult is to be new and original. Qin Wan'er, who has traveled from the 21st century, will naturally not take it to heart. Everyone is thinking about it sadly.
Besides, I already had some concerns in my heart.
How about? Try to be a talented woman yourself? Qin Wan'er thought for a moment with disdain, talented women are talented women, so what if China's thousands of years of civilization has allowed these ancients to see what they have learned?
"Young lady, I have a poem, please give me some advice from your elders." Qin Wan'er walked out gracefully and went up to the high platform under the gaze of everyone. Her face looked like that of a concubine and a fairy. She was dressed in a plain shirt and skirt, which made her look quite fairy-like.
The beauty of the fluttering sleeves, at that moment, Qin Wan'er, where everyone's eyes were focused, shone dazzlingly
But in an instant, everyone reacted again, and even worse, burst out laughing.
"Young girl, you still dare to talk so shamelessly and do whatever you want to do. This poetry conference is really getting more interesting."
"No, it's interesting." The visitor looked at Qin Wan'er's slender figure with fascination. His mind was wandering, and he probably thought of something indecent. A long line of saliva flowed out from his mouth, looking extremely sloppy.
"Hey, Zhang Laosan, don't look at yourself. You can't stand it anymore. Take this little lady back later, you'll have to go through a lot of trouble."
This mocking voice naturally reached Qin Wan'er's ears, but she seemed not to hear it, and there was always a sweet smile on her face.
"What, girl, you want to give it a try today?" The old man dressed as a Confucian scholar was obviously surprised. Since ancient times, it has been a virtue for a woman to have no talent. There are only a few women who can read, let alone write poetry, and have the courage to challenge this.
Scholars in the world
Qin Wan'er smiled slightly, but didn't distinguish too much, and wrote the poem she had already thought of on the paper: "When autumn comes on September 8th, when the flowers bloom, hundreds of flowers will soar to the sky. The fragrance will penetrate Chang'an, and the whole city will be filled with golden armor."
"
When writing about chrysanthemums, most people like Tao Yuanming's reclusiveness in chrysanthemums, but Qin Waner's poem shows its domineering power with the sentence "The city is full of golden armor"
In fact, in her previous life, she was fond of reading Tang poetry. When she just read this sentence, Qin Wan'er was infected by Huang Chao's heroic and majestic style. His lofty intentions and long-term vision were far beyond the imagination of those literati and poets who only knew about romance.
able to compare
As soon as this poem was written, everyone present was shocked and forgot to comment for a while. Everyone fell into a crazy obsession with a good poem and could not extricate themselves for a long time.