In fact, Wang Meng feels a little embarrassed now when he thinks about the horrific childhood when he was dominated by three hundred Tang poems.
I remember when I was six or seven years old. I don’t know if I was too much of a genius. Anyway, I could memorize "Silent Night Thoughts" after listening to it once. The result was that, from then on, my grandmother hugged me every day.
When I visit my neighbor's house, I will definitely make myself recite "Quiet Night Thoughts" every time. Thinking about it now, I must have recited this poem hundreds of times.
Anyway, for a while, after Wang Meng knew who wrote this poem, he and Li Bai became resentful.
And this "Ascend the Stork Tower" can be regarded as a shadow of childhood comparable to "Thoughts on a Quiet Night".
Of course, Wang Meng still liked these two poets very much when he grew up.
Thinking of this, Wang Meng's lips couldn't help but curl up slightly. It's time to show off his true skills and let Chinese poetry shine in other worlds.
However, Zhao Yin and the other three, who didn't know what Wang Meng was thinking now, felt anxious in their hearts after seeing this guy's smile. As for Zhao Feiyan, she stamped her feet anxiously.
"Humph, I asked you to show off, how will you end it when you see it?"
Zhao Feiyan is a sharp-tongued person, and even though she is saying this now, she has already begun to make plans in her heart, asking her brother to beg for mercy, at least not to make Wang Meng too miserable.
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What Wang Meng and others didn't notice was that while they were "making trouble" here, a curious gaze looked over from the box next to them.
This is a woman wearing gorgeous clothes. The woman has an exquisite figure. She also wears a gauze hat on her head, with many gold threads hanging down, covering her face.
But even so, through the golden thread, one can still vaguely feel that this woman is absolutely stunningly beautiful.
"Haha, it's interesting to compare poems, but if people in my Yunlan Tower are so eloquent with words, could it be that they don't know who the owner of Fengyu Tower is?"
Fengyu Louzhu is of course a pseudonym, but he is one of the top three poets in the Tang Dynasty. He is not only talented, but also has reached a very high level of strength.
And this Yunlan Tower was built by the elegant owner of Fengyu Tower.
"Forget it about Wang Huan. After all, his literary talent is indeed good, but that man is really ignorant. An unknown person actually dares to praise Haikou like this. I think that guy is probably doing it for the sake of future success.
This is just to gain a reputation."
"It's just that people nowadays are crazy about being famous. If they can't get a good reputation, they will get a bad reputation. I really don't know what these people are thinking. With all this free time, why can't they focus on studying hard?
Up?"
The two maids standing next to the woman spoke immediately and echoed a few words, obviously very disdainful of Wang Meng's actions.
As for the woman, she regained her gaze at this moment and began to sip tea and admire the scenery of Canglang Lake.
Naturally, Wang Meng and the others didn't know about the woman's side of things, and at this time, Wang Huan obviously didn't want to waste any more time.
"Then let us see your masterpiece, please."
Wang Meng's smile made Wang Huan feel very dissatisfied. He turned around and pointed at the perpetrator.
There were pens, inks, paper and inkstones on top.
It has to be said that although this alien world is very different from the earth before Wang Meng traveled through it in terms of cultural differences and worldview, the writing supplies are similar to those in ancient China. The brushes used are brushes. It is said that the brush is the medium that communicates between heaven and earth.
If you often use a brush to write, you can even have some clear understanding of the "Tao".
Anyway, Wang Meng was skeptical about this.
However, he knew how to write calligraphy before he time traveled. There was no way he could do it. When he was studying, the elders in his family would ask him to attend calligraphy training classes every weekend. Now, even if he doesn't know how to write, it's difficult for him.
Wang Meng walked over with a smile, picked up the brush and wrote a line on it without thinking:
"Climbing Yunlan Tower"
"Tch, it's a vulgar name. It seems like this kid isn't very good either."
"The title is the key point of the poem. It needs to be expressive and attract attention. But this bullshit title is extremely mediocre. How good can the poem be?"
The title of this poem alone immediately aroused the ire of many people.
And the smile in Wang Huan's eyes became even stronger.
"Hey, don't say that, everyone. This brother was so confident when he said it just now. Although the title of his poem is mediocre, maybe the content is amazing." Wang Huan laughed duplicity, even though he said so.
He said that, but in fact, he had already criticized Wang Meng's mediocrity countless times in his heart.
When Zhao Yin and others saw this, they couldn't help but sigh helplessly, thinking that Wang Meng was indeed not good enough.
"Just one topic? How can you express so many opinions?" Wang Meng rolled his eyes speechlessly, and felt lucky. Fortunately, these people didn't know Mr. Lu Xun's "good night". Otherwise, even the Chinese teacher would be told by these people.
Resigned.
Then Wang Meng started writing directly.
"The sun is over the mountains?"
Many people subconsciously looked at the text and chanted it.
Immediately, many people gasped in shock, and the original mocking voices disappeared without a trace.
Even Wang Huan, who was full of energy and confidence just now, his eyes widened in shock, looking at the above words in disbelief.
A few simple words, but they seemed to have endless magic power, and everyone seemed to see the scene of the setting sun slowly sinking against the Western Mountains.
Wang Meng looked at the expressions of these people with a smile. For these ignorant outsiders, Wang Meng knew very well how much response this poem could have, and then he wrote down all the poems eloquently.
The sun sets over the mountains,
Canglang flows into the sea.
If you want to see a thousand miles away,
Take it to the next level.
At the end, Wang Meng wrote his signature below: Wang Zhihuan.
This is Wang Zhihuan's poem. Wang Meng is just borrowing it now. He does not want to truly take possession of this poem as his own. In Wang Meng's opinion, if he really wants to do that, it would be a great disrespect to the great Chinese poet.
.
What he wants to do is to let everyone know who the poet is.
Of course, in the eyes of many people, the so-called "Wang Zhihuan" should be just Wang Meng's pen name, just like the Feng Yu Louzhu.
As soon as the poem was finished, everyone in the audience was shocked. Everyone felt as if they had seen a ghost. They looked at the poems written on the paper like dragons and phoenixes with horrified expressions.
The next second, a wave of exclamations came out.
As for the people who originally ridiculed Wang Meng and thought Wang Meng was a mouthy man, they all shut up. At this moment, these people felt their cheeks burning with pain, as if they had been slapped.