The reason why Nalan Yanran let these talents compete in public was to make Lin Fan blush, but the result was that Lin Fan felt very disdainful.
Nalan Yanran was furious. She looked at Lin Fan angrily and said, "Do you think these people's poems are not good?"
"It's not that it's not good, it's that it's not good enough. A good poem should have both rhyme and poetry, and should use a few short sentences to describe what it wants to express."
"The rhyme of these people's poems is okay, but the themes and ideas are not clear. Moreover, they are not poetic and picturesque, but rather vulgar."
"Such a poem is really not a good word for this Wuhou!"
Lin Fan said in a deep voice.
Nalan Yanran was very happy with Lin Fan, and immediately said: "Okay! Since you think their poems are not good, then write a poem of your own to let them know what good poems are!"
Lin Fan was speechless and said: "I don't know how to compose poetry, I just know how to appreciate it!"
snort!
When Lin Fan said this, Nalan Yanran became even happier. She stood up and said, "Brothers, this follower of mine is very disdainful of the poems you wrote."
"The theme of your poems is not clear and they only have rhymes."
kindness!
After Nalan Yanran said that, Lin Fan suddenly felt hundreds of murderous eyes looking at him. He said solemnly: "I didn't say this. Don't look for me, even if you are looking for someone else!"
"Haha! Just a little follower, how dare you say such arrogant words!"
"If you say that the poems we made are not good, then please make some good poems for us to see!"
"I don't think this person understands poetry at all. Mine may be average, but brother Wang's poetry, can't it be regarded as ancient quatrains?"
"That's right! It's not an exaggeration to say that such a poem is a quatrain. This person doesn't understand it at all. He is jealous of our literary talent!"
A group of people said coldly.
Lin Fan wanted to explain, but this group of literati was really irritating, and they were all so brainless that they were actually angered by Nalan Yanran's words.
"Brothers, why are you angry about this matter? However, I, this follower, have indeed learned some poetry and songs, and I also like to compose some poems."
"Why don't you let him offer his best verses for everyone to appreciate."
Nalan Yanran said with a smile.
Then, he looked at Lin Fan with a smirk on his face. Lin Fan really wanted to slap Nalan Yanran on the head, but he finally held back. He said in a deep voice: "I don't dare to say my best words, but they are definitely better than everyone present.
Much better."
"Haha! What a loud tone. Since you are very confident in your poems, you can recite them and let me listen to them!"
One person sneered.
At this time, Lin Fan was thinking about the poems he had learned as a child, and couldn't help but be stunned. He really hadn't traveled to a better era!
As the saying goes, Tang poetry and Song lyrics were most prosperous during the Tang and Song dynasties. If you travel to the Han Dynasty, you can borrow poetry from the Tang and Song dynasties.
If I traveled to the Tang Dynasty, I could also respond to this matter with the poetry of the Song Dynasty. However, I happened to travel to the Ming Dynasty. At this time, there were some very talented literati, but I didn't know much about them.
correct!
Then we can only borrow the poems from Dream of Red Mansions. Cao Xueqin was a literary master in the Qing Dynasty, and the poems he wrote in Dream of Red Mansions can be regarded as masterpieces handed down from generation to generation.
"Okay! My favorite thing is flowers, so I have thanked you for a flower burial poem, so I will let you guys taste it!"
Lin Fan said with a smile.
Then, he recited Cao Xueqin's Flower Burial Song.
When the flowers fade and the flowers fly all over the sky, who will pity them when the red color disappears and the fragrance disappears?
The soft hairspring ties the floating spring pavilion, and the fallen catkins lightly touch the embroidered curtains?
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the twilight of spring, full of sadness and no relief;
Hands hoe the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir, and bear to step on the fallen flowers again and again?
Willow silk and elm pods are fragrant, regardless of peach blossoms and Li Fei;
The peaches and plums will bloom again next year. Who will be in my boudoir next year?
The incense nest has been built in March, the swallows in the beams are so ruthless!
Although the flowers and hair can be pecked next year,
But I don’t know if people go to Liang’s empty nest and fall in love.
Three hundred and sixty days a year, wind, sword, frost and sword force each other;
How long can the bright and fresh beauty last? It is difficult to find it once it is wandering.
Flowers are easy to see when they are in bloom but hard to find when they are gone, and the person who buries the flowers is killed in front of the steps;
Leaning alone on a flower, I shed my tears secretly while hoeing, and sprinkled the empty branches with traces of blood.
The cuckoo is speechless. It is dusk, and the hoe returns to cover the heavy door;
The green lantern shines on the wall, and the person is sleeping for the first time, while the cold rain hits the window and the quilt is not yet warm.
Being a slave is doubly painful, half pity for spring and half anger for spring:
Lian Chun comes and goes, anger comes and goes, and comes and goes without words.
There was a sad song outside the court last night. Did you know it was the spirit of a flower or a bird?
The soul of a flower is hard to retain as the soul of a bird, the bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed;
May I have wings under my wings and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky.
Where is the fragrant hill at the end of the sky?
It is not like a brocade bag to collect beautiful bones, a handful of pure earth to cover up the wind;
It is better to come and go clean than to be filthy and sink into ditches.
If you die now, you will be buried. I don’t know when you will be buried.
People who are buried with flowers today are laughing like idiots. Do you know who they will be buried with next year?
Look at the spring flowers gradually falling, it is the time when the beauty dies of old age;
Once the spring is gone, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die without knowing it!
After Lin Fan finished reciting, everyone present was stunned. This poem was a bit long, but every sentence can be regarded as a classic. Is this person really a follower?
Nalan Yanran looked at Lin Fan with her mouth wide open. She originally wanted to take the opportunity to humiliate Lin Fan, but instead, he stole the show here.
"You! Didn't you say you can't compose poetry?"
Nalan Yanran asked.
"It's true that I can't compose poetry, but I can compose lyrics."
Lin Fan said.
"You! Go to hell!"
Nalan Yanran said angrily.
At this moment, a chuckle came from the second floor: "Giggle! Everyone knows that the eldest son of the Lin family is usually dissolute and prodigal, but he didn't expect that he also knows poetry and songs!"
Lin Fan followed the sound and saw a sweet-looking, pure and pleasant woman holding a cattail leaf fan in her hand, covering her mouth and smiling softly. When everyone saw it, they could no longer look away.
"Miss Qingqing!"
"I didn't expect that Miss Qingqing actually came out. It seems that this man's poems caught Miss Qingqing's attention."
Everyone said.
When Lin Fan saw Miss Qingqing, some memories appeared in his mind. His predecessor had a great admiration for Miss Qingqing and often paid for her to marry her.
However, this idiot's methods of picking up girls are average, and he has not managed to win over the girl Qingqing so far. Lin Fan couldn't help but smile to himself, it's really embarrassing that he is so rich and can't win over a girl from a brothel.
Nalan Yanran saw Miss Qingqing with an angry look on her young face. Miss Qingqing did not provoke her, but she was still very angry when she saw Miss Qingqing's appearance.
ah!
The soft flesh of Lin Fan's waist was pinched hard by Nalan Yanran. Lin Fan couldn't help but scream out. Naturally, Miss Qingqing saw Nalan Yanran's little actions.