85.Chapter 85: There is a jug of wine in your name
The great poet Lu You of the Southern Song Dynasty wrote his poem "Bu Suanzi: Ode to Plum Blossoms" with the title of "Plum Blossoms". This is exactly the same as Mr. Lianxi who loved lotuses to come out of the mud but not be stained, and to wash clean ripples without being evil. Zhou Dunyi used lotus to describe himself. Lu Fangweng
It also uses plum blossoms as a metaphor for itself.
"There is no need to strive for spring, and all the flowers will be jealous. The snow falls into mud and is crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same."
The meaning of these two poems is: I don’t want to spend all my efforts fighting for beauty and spring, and I just want to let the flowers become jealous. The snow falls and withers, turns to mud and is crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same.
Think about how much trouble you and others made to Ye Dong, but they not only swept away the snow in front of their house, but also took care of the frost on the Shen sisters' tiles. They also used such elegant and noble poems to satirize themselves by admiring the cold plum blossoms in isolation.
Everyone, this made Qin Longchuan's face feel burning pain.
Wen Ruohan glanced at Ye Dong and said softly: "The spring tide brings rain in the evening, and there is no boat crossing the wilderness." A line from Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream" easily saved him.
Of course, Qin Longchuan knew this little trick of his. He couldn't embarrass Wen Ruohan, who had a photographic memory. He didn't want to embarrass Wen Ruohan in his heart. He just wanted to give Ye Dong a blow. However, this blow seemed to have turned into a slap on his face.
A big slap in the face.
"Brother Ye Dong, you are really talented!" Qin Longchuan looked at Ye Dong with bright eyes. When Ye Dong heard this, his sore teeth almost fell off.
"I have long seen that Brother Ye is a real person without showing his face." Qin Longchuan said with a smile, "How about a poetry battle between us two men?"
"Poetry fight? What kind of fight?" Ye Dong was also very curious. He didn't expect that a few bad poems he learned from his junior uncle could actually win.
"What do you think of this? The table in front of us is already filled with wine glasses, so we will use the word 'wine' as the title. Each of us will say a poem with the word wine in it until the other party runs out of words, but the word 'wine'
How about drinking all the wine on the table?" Qin Longchuan looked at Ye Dong with a smile.
When Ye Dong heard this, he thought this guy was so ruthless. All the beer on the table added up to two big bags. Even a cow couldn't drink it all in one go.
"Okay! Ye Dong, bet with him." Chen Tiantian was the first to jump out to support Ye Dong, fearing that the world would not be in chaos.
"Ye Dong, my sister is also optimistic about you. Bet with him." Shen Yaxuan patted Ye Dong's shoulder lightly.
"Ruohan, do you also agree that I bet with this classmate of yours?" Ye Dong turned to ask Wen Ruohan next to him.
"Bet! Why don't you bet?" Wen Ruohan stood up from the chair very domineeringly, holding his waist with both hands, "Not only do you want to gamble, but you also want to win. Use the wine on the table to get Qin Longchuan drunk to death."
Qin Longchuan's eyelids jumped wildly when he heard this. Even the fan-like followers behind him all found it strange. Miss Wen really didn't seem to want to see Young Master Qin.
"Bet with him. If you lose, we will help you drink." Shen Yihan said one of Ye Dong's favorite words. Ye Dong wanted to run up to him, hug Shen Yihan and kiss him a hundred times.
"Master Qin, if you lose, we will help you drink all the wine on the table." Chen Zihao patted his chest and said.
"Tch! What are you talking about? How could Master Qin lose? Ye Dong will lose if he loses." Jiao Xiaoqian said in a demonic manner.
Ignoring the two affectionate people at all, Qin Longchuan said: "Okay, let's start the poem fight. Let me say something first. If you want to drink from the luminous cup of grape wine, you can drink the pipa immediately. It's your turn, Ye Dong."
"The orioles are singing thousands of miles away, reflecting the red green, and the wine flags are blowing in the mountains and rivers." Ye Dong said.
"You have to indulge in alcohol when you sing during the day, and you can go back home with your youth," Qin Longchuan said.
"Lanling's fine wine is filled with tulips, and the jade bowl contains amber light." Ye Dong said.
"With a pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone has no blind date." Qin Longchuan said generously.
"Singing over wine, what's life like!" Ye Dong said boldly.
Two soldiers came to cover up the water and the earth, and so on, again and again, both of them seemed to be in high spirits, and this move was out of control. As soon as the poetry came up, it was like the nectar breaking open in the wine jar, the fragrance, the
Her style is even harder to block than the coconut breeze.
All the people in the room fell silent. They all stared blankly at the two young men who were very interested in poetry. It turned out that ancient Chinese poetry had such a charming charm. That kind of free and easy attitude of pointing out the country and inspiring the words.
That kind of high-spirited and heroic attitude. Everyone looked at the two people in astonishment as if they were fascinated.
Qin Longchuan has been known as a talented man for a long time. This is an indisputable fact in the High School Affiliated to Leshan University. However, when Ye Dong was just starting out, no one thought that this handsome boy who made boys jealous and girls fascinated would actually compete with their great talent.
It was evenly matched.
In the end, the two people simply left the round table and came to the center of the hall. They stood close to each other and looked at each other. They looked like Tang Bohu and Du Chuan Dou in couplets. But the two people did not cherish each other and couldn't help blowing kisses to each other. Instead, they exchanged words and exchanged poems.
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"Master Xinfeng is ripe with new wine, and old guests return to their old lodges," Qin Longchuan said with some difficulty.
"The wind blows the willow flowers all over the shop, and Wu Ji drinks wine to encourage customers to enjoy it." Ye Dong said with a relaxed smile.
At this moment, the two of them uttered a total of a hundred lines of poetry with the word "wine" in it. At the beginning, Chen Zihao and others could still hear where the poetry came from, but as the poetry became more and more uncommon, gradually
No one among them could understand the source of their poems.
"If you are happy in life, you must enjoy it to the fullest. Don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon." Qin Longchuan said.
"Young Master Qin, there is no wine in this poem." Chen Zihao reminded weakly.
Ye Dong laughed nonchalantly and said: "The emperor couldn't get on the boat, so he claimed that I was the Immortal of Wine." After saying that, he looked at Qin Longchuan with a smile, "In fact, Master Qin's name contains a pot of wine---Yan.
The cold water, the moon, the sand, the night mooring in Qinhuai, close to the restaurant. In fact, this classmate Chen Zihao also has a pot of wine in his name---sing a cup of green wine, and then pay homage to Chen Sanyuan."
At this time, Qin Longchuan was already at a loss for words and his face turned red. Not only did Ye Dong write more poems than he did, he also used his own name to make fun of him. This made him very depressed.
However, Ye Dong didn't seem to be satisfied. He laughed loudly, reached out to pick up a bottle of wine from the table, raised his head and poured it into his mouth. "Since we are drinking and writing poems, how can we do without wine?" After that, he looked at Shen Yihan with a smile.
, "In fact, there is also a pot of wine in the name of Yi Han - Han Jiangxue, the falling snow makes the hair on the temples white. Green plum wine, I dream of old friends lingering."
Shen Yi looked back at him coldly, lowered his head and remained silent, but the corners of his rosy mouth raised a beautiful arc.
Ye Dong took another sip, "Actually, there is also a jug of wine in Sister Yaxuan's name - open the Xuan Noodle Garden, and talk about wine with Sangma."
When Shen Yaxuan heard this, her eyes lit up and she winked at Ye Dong. She raised her wine glass from a distance and drank it all in one gulp. Ye Dong responded.
Ye Dong recited poems while drinking wine, as if he was going crazy. He looked at Wen Ruohan with a drunken smile, "Actually, there is also a pot of wine in Ruohan's name - poems are like green lanterns, and lonely shadows accompany sleepless people. In the moonlight, there are lingering thoughts in the wine, and I am drunk.
Ink, sprinkled on cloud paper."
"This is from "Jiangchengzi" by Liu Bingzhong." Chen Zihao said with a solemn expression, "I didn't expect that he could connect Wen Ruohan's 'ruo' and 'wine' from such a rare poem. What a freak!"
At this time, all the boys and girls in the room looked at Ye Dong as if they were monsters. This is the guy who was so humble when he came out just now and said that he didn't have much ink in his stomach? If he said that he didn't have ink in his stomach, then
Doesn't it mean that the stomachs of myself and others are full of dry food?
Qin Longchuan had already sat back in his seat. He didn't want to humiliate himself anymore. Since he couldn't compete with others in a poetry contest, he might as well drink alone.
Who knew that Ye Dong seemed to have heard Chen Zihao's soliloquy. He took another sip of wine and said with a smile: "There is actually a jug of wine behind Ruohan's name, but it's just a little far away." After a pause, he said with a smile.
When all eyes were focused on him, Ye Dong smiled and said: "The autumn colors are rising in the long mooring, and the sky is covered with Jihui. There are thousands of dusk clouds, and the stars are flying one after another. In ancient garrison, there are many flags, and in the deserted villages, there are few dogs.
Guests, please spend the night drinking together."
"It's "Evening Mooring on the Autumn River" by Liu Yuxi!"
Chen Zihao and Qin Longchuan changed their colors at the same time. Only then did they truly understand that Ye Dong's attainments in poetry were far beyond what they could compare to.
Ye Dong is able to cleverly connect two words or words that are far apart in a short period of time. This requires not only years of edification in poetry, but more importantly
Be talented!
After Ye Dong finished reciting this poem, the wine in the bottle had been drunk. He threw the bottle away and said with drunken eyes, "To be honest, in fact, I will be fooled by such bad poems. I was a junior uncle at the time."
I was forced to memorize it because of my ears. If there were any more, I would really be out of stock."
It didn't matter if he didn't say it. When he said it, everyone in the room was almost ashamed to death. He just recited a few bad poems, but it was difficult to reach their famous talented man? This made Qin Longchuan, Chen Zihao and others so depressed that they just wanted to go
Hit the wall.
"Ye Dong, and me... and me, how could you forget me?" Chen Tiantian jumped up to Ye Dong, raised her little face and asked with a smile: "How many words are hidden in my name?"
A pot of wine?”
Ye Dong glanced at her drunkenly and said with a smile, "Do you really want it?"
"Of course it's true." Chen Tiantian blinked her big eyes like inky gems and looked at Ye Dong with shining eyes.
Ye Dong glanced at Qin Longchuan, who was drinking with his head down, and said to himself that this boy was still abiding by the rules. Of course, if he insisted on not drinking, Ye Dong would have hundreds of ways to make him drink all the wine on the table.
After thinking for a while, Ye Dong waved to Chen Tiantian, "Go and get me some wine."
"You...you're so annoying!" I don't know if it was because of curiosity, or because he really wanted to hear Ye Dong using his name to drink wine. Chen Huniu, who was so eccentric, actually ran over with a bottle of wine from the table.
, stretched out his hand and handed it to Ye Dong.
After taking a sip of wine, Ye Dong smiled and said to Chen Tiantian: "I'm going to write a poem, but you must hold it tight."
