Chapter 101 Strength does not allow a low-key month
As Li Mu spoke, he extended greetings to everyone and said, "It's a great opening today. As the manager of this place, I can't help but express my gratitude. Let me pay for it personally and send a jar of Zhuangyuanhong to each table, and everyone will get drunk."
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As Li Mu spoke, the waiter had already served wine to each table and filled the wine glasses. A waiter came next to Li Mu, holding a tray. On the tray, there were twelve glasses of wine. Li Mu
He picked up a wine glass and said: "Originally, I should have kept the calligraphy treasure, but since I have only been able to read for three months and have not practiced calligraphy seriously, I will forget about this calligraphy treasure and just recite it for everyone."
When everyone heard this, they were both angry and funny. How ironic that a person who has just been able to read for three months composes poems in public.
Li Mu glanced at Kong Yingda and said: "Kong Jijiu, in order to prevent others from thinking that I asked someone to do it for me in advance, I also asked Kong Jijiu to come up with the topic. I did it impromptu, so that I can show my ability."
At this point, although Kong Yingda felt that something was not right in his heart, there was no reason why he should not come up with a question. If he came up with the question, it might be difficult for Li Mu. If Li Mu came up with the question himself, he would not even have a chance.
Kong Yingda saw the wine glass in Li Mu's hand, thought for a while, and said: "Since you invited me to drink, why not write a poem to encourage drinking. If everyone feels good about it, they will naturally have a drink with you. If everyone feels bad about it, they will have a drink with you.
Don’t be surprised if you lose someone.”
"That's how it should be."
Li Mu asked him to serve the wine just to give Kong Yingda a psychological hint. It was indeed Kong Jijiu, the best assister, who did what he thought.
Li Mu held the wine glass and walked slowly along the edge of the stage, one step, two steps, and on the third step, he stood still, raised the wine glass in his hand, and said: "The Han Yuefu advocates eighteen cymbals, nine of which are called "
"The wine will come in". Since today is a invitation to drink, I will show my shame and compose a song "The wine will come in" for everyone."
Yuefu poems were very popular in the Chen and Sui dynasties because they could be played in harmony and were catchy. The Tang Dynasty inherited the Sui Dynasty system, and there was almost no difference in etiquette. All the people present were officials, princes, and nobles. The old Yuefu poem "Will Enter the Wine"
There is no question that I have not heard of.
Relatively speaking, Yuefu poems are more difficult to compose than five-character or seven-character poems, because they must not only conform to the rhyme, but also conform to the music score. Wang Ou has studied this method, and when he heard that Li Mu was going to compose a Yuefu poem, he raised his eyebrows.
When it comes to her throat, she is not afraid that Li Mu will not be able to do it, but that Li Mu will not do it well. Because his attitude is very arrogant. If the poem is average, it is better not to be able to do it. If not others, Kong Yingda will definitely make fun of her.
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Just when he was worried, he saw Li Mu turning to the east and chanting: "If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return."
He drank one cup, changed to another, walked slowly, faced north, faced Li Shimin: "Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and the morning is like blue silk and turns to snow at dusk."
With two lines of poetry and two glasses of wine, the discussion came to an abrupt end. Just these two lines of dialogue were enough to make everyone proud. The impromptu proposition was made impromptu. There were hundreds of people present, but no one dared to say that they could do these two lines.
Poetry comes.
Li Mu turned to the west and raised his glass to Wang and others: "If you are proud of life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon."
He looked at his family, but in Wang Ou's eyes, it was as if Li Mu was looking at him, and his heart suddenly throbbed.
"I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back to you after all the money I have spent."
As he said that, Li Mu looked at the guests on the first floor and took another glass: "It's fun to cook sheep and slaughter cattle, so I'll have to drink three hundred cups at a time!"
He paid tribute to Kong Yingda and Chen Danqiu: "Confucius, Danqiu is a student. When you are about to drink, don't stop drinking."
The two of them were so confused that they actually raised their glasses and had a drink with Li Mu.
"Sing a song with you, please listen to me."
Li Mu returned to the high platform and continued in a loud voice: "The bells, drums, food and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time. In ancient times, the sages were lonely, and only the drinkers left their names."
Li Mu drank another drink and offered another one to Wang Pu: "In the old days, King Chen had a banquet and had many wine fights and banter. Why do you say that you have little money? You must buy it for your discretion. A five-flowered horse is worth a thousand pieces of gold."
Qiu, Hu'er will exchange it for fine wine, and we will sell the eternal sorrow with you!"
"Same! Same! Same!" Wang Pu was so excited that he couldn't express his heroic spirit by raising his glass and drinking with Li Mu. He actually grabbed the Zhuangyuanhong on the table, gestured to Li Mu, and drank half of the jar.
"Good poetry!" Wang Pu shouted loudly. Although he was born as a playboy, he had been a professor at the Imperial Academy for several years and was very yearning for poetry and prose. However, no matter how hard he tried, the poetry he produced could only be regarded as
The lowest class can't get on the stage at all. Seeing Li Mu reciting casually now is an eternal masterpiece, and his admiration is beyond words. He is like a groupie in later generations, wishing he could roar at the top of his lungs to feel happy.
Wang Ou was the same. She looked at Li Mu, listened to his voice, and witnessed the birth of the song "Will Enter the Wine" with her own eyes. She was so excited that her hands holding the window were trembling. She wanted to make friends with Li Mu in the first place because
I have always wanted to explore his poetry and essays, but never got the chance. I even doubted in my mind that the rumors may not be true and that Li Mu's literary talent may not be as great as the legend says.
But what I saw with my own eyes today is that Li Mu's talent far exceeds the rumors. If "Wine to Ask the Moon" that day was considered the pinnacle of the world, then today's song "About Drinking" is like the work of a god. Think of what happened in these days.
, which allows people to understand Li Mu's state of mind even more. When he recited this poem, he felt that self-confidence, that aloofness, that sadness and indignation that he was not recognized for his talent and was forced to resign, and that hidden deep in his heart, hoping to borrow wine.
The helplessness of the sorrow is vivid and vivid on the paper.
But what Wang Ou admires the most is Li Mu's words, "I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent." Isn't this a true portrayal of him? Although he encounters adversity, he has high aspirations. Such a man
, can be called husband!
After Li Mu finished reciting, he posed in a pose, his eyes looking around, and his heart worried.
No, why is it that no one except Wang Pu is applauded? Isn’t this poem not suitable for the occasion? Or is Li Bai’s method invalid? It shouldn’t be, there is no difference of several decades, the aesthetics should be the same
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Suddenly, I don’t know who started it, cheers came and went, and soon they became one. Li Mu felt relieved. It turned out that it was not bad, but it was so good that these people were frightened and their reaction was slow.
One shot.
Li Mu threw away the wine glass in his hand, looked at Kong Yingda with a smile, and asked: "Can you have another full glass of Kong Jiji wine?"
Although Kong Yingda was dissatisfied and angry, he still couldn't say bad things about this poem out of conscience. He took a deep breath and said, "It's a good poem. I'll drink it."
Li Mu looked around and said proudly: "Do you know now what a genius is?"
"But don't take it too seriously. I have said long ago that poetry is just a trail after all. If I can write such a poem from now until tomorrow morning, it is not worth mentioning. But I will not write poetry here anymore.
I'm afraid that if I get involved, there will never be another poet in the world!"
"You are too arrogant!"
"Huh?" Li Mu was busy enjoying the pleasure of showing off when he suddenly heard a discordant sound. Everyone noticed it and looked at the source of the sound together, seeing that it was Wei Yingluo. Many people secretly had some expectations.
, Wei Zheng's daughter is definitely not an ordinary person. If she can give Li Mu a chance to stand up, tonight's excitement will be considered a success.
Li Mu had 300 Tang poems in his heart, so he didn't panic at all and calmly said: "My granddaughter, are you not convinced? Then you can also write one. If you can beat me, you will be considered powerful."
"I, I..." Wei Yingluo's face turned red from holding back, and she stuttered: "I, I can't do it, but I don't think you can do it either, at least not as you boasted.
Make it whatever you want."
"Ha! You don't believe it, do you?" Li Mulian drank twelve glasses of wine in a row, and he was a little drunk, and said: "Then you come up with the proposition, and I will make a few more songs to give you an idea. But let's talk about it first, I will do it
Poems are fine, but you have to pour me wine. I am your master. If I don’t pour wine, I won’t compose poems!”
"Pour wine! Pour wine! Pour wine!"
There were those who were watching the excitement and did not mind that the matter was serious, and they started making noises upstairs and downstairs. They wanted to see Wei Yingluo's jokes, but also wanted to see Li Mu embarrassed because he couldn't write a poem.
"Just pour the wine, and you won't miss a piece of meat." Wei Yingluo muttered, poured a glass of wine for Li Mu, and said: "I won't come up with a title, so you can compose another one. If you can win the applause of the whole house,
, even if I said it wrong."
"Ha!" Li Mu smiled and suddenly looked up and saw Bai Qiaoqiao, who was half awake from the wine. I was so good, I almost got into trouble. I teased the little girl in front of my wife. Can I still go to bed when I get home?
Li Mu rolled his eyes and said: "Since you don't want to write a poem, I will write a poem for my wife to express my love. "Qing Ping Diao" is dedicated to my wife."
"The clouds think of my clothes, the flowers think of my face, and the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is thick. If I hadn't seen you on the top of a group of jade mountains, I would have seen you under the moon on Yaotai."
"Okay!"/"Okay!"
People upstairs and downstairs cheered in unison. Li Mu looked at Wei Yingluo and said, "Are you convinced?"
Wei Yingluo looked at Li Mu blankly. She really didn't expect that Li Mu could compose poems so quickly and easily.
Bai Qiaoqiao also didn't expect that Li Mu would suddenly compose a poem for her. Although she didn't quite understand it, she understood the general meaning. Seeing everyone's gaze, she was so embarrassed that she hid behind her.
Li Zhien and Wang Ou both looked envious. Li Zhien pursed his lips and mustered up the courage to shout: "Husband, please compose a song for me too, okay?"
"Ah?" Li Mu heard the voice and said with a smile: "Okay, let's play another song called "Qing Ping Diao"."
"A branch of red dew condenses with fragrance, and the clouds and rain in Wushan "look" heartbreaking. May I ask who in the Han Palace looks like it? The poor flying swallow leans on the new makeup."
Li Mu was teasing Li Zhien. He had been thinking about Yun Yu all day long, and he was as resentful as Zhao Feiyan. Others didn't understand, but Li Zhien naturally understood. He glanced at Li Mu with annoyance and resentment, and ran away.
Only Wang Ou was left. Although she didn't speak, the expectation in her eyes seemed to overflow. Li Mu was worried. He looked back at Li Shimin, his heart skipped a beat, and said: "A bonus song is also included, "Qing Ping"
"Tune"."
"Famous flowers attract the whole country and love each other. They look so beautiful that kings look at them with smiles. It explains the infinite hatred of the spring breeze. The agarwood pavilion leans against the railing in the north!"