Now it was Mr. Zhang's turn to appear, and everyone turned their attention to him.
Although I am not good at poetry, poetry, etc., I have learned some from my husband after all, so it is not a problem to pick it up easily.
"The orchids on the steps condense in the summer frost, and the chrysanthemums on the shore shine in the morning light. The dew is thick and smiles, and the wind is strong and the fragrance remains.
The thin leaves are light green, and the round flowers are bright yellow. They still retain the color of this year, and they will be fragrant in the next year after they bloom again. "
Mr. Zhang said calmly.
After hearing this, the princess shook her head helplessly. This man has no ambitions in his heart and will not have any great potential in the future. People of this age should be ambitious and fly to the sky.
"I'm trying to make a fool of myself. The princess is an expert in poetry. Please let everyone open their eyes." Mr. Zhang quickly changed the topic to the princess, and he was willing to be a foil.
"Sister Haitang, what are they talking about? Are they saying that our fireworks are beautiful?" Lamei seemed to understand.
"Absolutely." Bai Haitang replied. She just wanted to set off all the fireworks quickly and rush back to Qiaotou Village before dark. Although she had small fireballs to defend herself, after the last experience, she never wanted to walk at night again.
Who would have thought that this young master would not die in love, so he would just talk here and there, try every means to put gold on the princess's face, and hold her up high. Poetry is the most time-consuming thing. Look at the sky, Bai Haitang felt helpless, early
Knowing this, it would be better to make less fireworks.
The princess slowly walked forward and smiled at everyone.
Every movement of his frown, his toothless smile, and his clear eyebrows leave everyone moved.
"The three paths of my hometown are full of secluded bushes,
One night, dark frost fell into the blue sky.
How many faraway places have we never returned?
Just use the fence to watch the autumn wind."
After the princess finished speaking, she smiled again and walked back. Everyone clapped their hands and praised her.
Through other guests, they also sang a few poems about chrysanthemums. Finally, the poems were almost finished, and Haitang was counting the time. The more time was counted, the slower it became.
I thought I could set off the third set of fireworks, but who would have thought that Mr. Zhang suddenly had a whim, "You made these fireworks, how about you compose a poem as the finale?"
Lamei's heart skipped a beat after hearing this...
Oops, isn't this just out of pure intention to embarrass Sister Haitang? Master Zhang, you are also serious. How can we girls from the countryside know the elegant things like you city people? Farming is just about the same.
"Princess, Princess, someone is going to make a big fool of herself this time. She can't say anything. Even if she does say it, it's just wrong." The little girl next to the princess dances. Sometimes she looks at other people's faces.
If you are unlucky, you will take pleasure in your misfortune.
"This little girl has little talent and knowledge. She only knows a few words. How dare she make a fool of herself in front of all the learned men? There's no need for that." Bai Haitang said modestly and politely.
She didn't want to cause trouble, she just wanted to go home quickly.
"I would also like to hear it." The prince also became interested. When the prince spoke, Bai Haitang could not refuse.
Fortunately, after attending a few classes with students from the Chinese Department, Bai Haitang already had a plan in mind.
"Then it's embarrassing. Please give me some advice." Bai Haitang saluted, and then slowly chanted:
"Autumn light comes one after another, sneaking into three paths.
The sparse lights on the window divider describe the distance and the near, and the sieve of the fence is broken and the moon locks are exquisite.
The cold fragrance lingers and the soul should stay, the frost seal conveys the spirit and the dream is empty.
Don’t step on the cherished secret fragrance to break it, no matter how drunk you are, your eyes will be blurry.”
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This is a poem by Shi Xiangyun in Dream of Red Mansions, and Bai Haitang borrowed it for use. After all, I don’t remember many of such a long poem, but I remember this one quite clearly, so I guess I’m right.