There are gentlemen in the Three Kingdoms

Great New Year's Eve, what you sing is not in line with the artistic conception

What young people don't work hard, the boss is just sad, isn't this clearly a complaint?

But ideas are ideas, but words cannot be said that way.

The crowd still applauded loudly and cheered for Guo Jia.

At this time, I don't know who made a high-profile voice, and shouted loudly, "At this time, please ask the prime minister to sing one too."

"Yep"

"The prime minister sings a song"

"A poem from the prime minister, please"

Everyone made a fuss with the strength of wine, while the potter shook his hands vigorously and said, "I can't do it."

Zhuge Liang said, "Teacher is a master of poetry in this world. Although there are not many works, the first poems can be handed down to future generations. If you don't present a poem on this good day today, you will not let down today's grand scene."

Sima Yi also said, "Teacher, please don't refuse."

The pottery merchant couldn't hold back the crowd, finally sighed helplessly, and said, "Tell the musician, let's play a song with a higher tempo."

The musicians who struck the bells then changed their tunes.

But listening to the pottery beat eight beats, while saying, "Singing to wine, how much is life?"

"hiss"

Everyone present took a deep breath.

The beginning of this song is so domineering.

"For example, in the morning dew, it is hard to go to the sun."

Everyone, look at me, let me look at the prime minister who has just passed 25, why do you sigh that the past days have been much harder? The artistic conception in this word feels like an old man

How about saying that the prime minister is an expert? People in their 20s start to fear death like people in their 60s and [-]s.

"Genesis should be generous, and worries and thoughts are unforgettable. Why is Du Kang the only one who relieves worries."

This sentence really sang to everyone's heart, what worries in this world can't be solved by a meal of wine

"Qingqing Zijin, caress my heart. But for the sake of the king, I have pondered it so far."

When everyone heard the words, they sighed together, the prime minister really is a person who loves talents.

"Yo Yo Lu Ming, eat the apple of the wild."

What’s the matter with this sentence? It’s winter, where are the deer and mugwort?

"I have a guest, play the lute and the sheng. It's bright like the moon, when can I stop?"

When the potter sang the penultimate line, "Mountains never tire of being high, and seas never tire of being deep.", he suddenly stopped.

This last sentence cannot be sung on this occasion.

Looking at the expectant eyes of the crowd, the potter put down the wine cup, breathed lightly, and said, "That's it, the meeting is over."

"what"

Everyone was anxious immediately, "Prime Minister, you seem to be short of one sentence."

The potter shook his head and said, "Not bad."

"No, it must be too bad to beat the rhythm at all." Everyone is not stupid, how can there be an odd-numbered round at the end of the song, and it is still rhythmic

"If I say it's not bad, it's not bad. Hurry up and go back to sleep. If anyone talks nonsense, I won't let him survive the meeting on the first day of the junior high school."

There are gentlemen in the Three Kingdoms

There are gentlemen in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 7: The Beginning of Cao Cao

Although the potter's words are majestic and have profound artistic conception, the context of many sentences does not match the grand occasion at that time.

For example, "Yo Yo the deer sings, the apples of the wild." "The moon and stars are scarce, and the black magpie flies south." , is a bedbug, and there is nowhere to look for it.

In the final analysis, everyone can only use one answer to explain this situation.

It's just that the prime minister is too damn capable of making up nonsense!

But the potter's words can be rounded out, but he still can't say the last sentence.

"Duke Zhou vomits and feeds, and the world returns to its heart." This sentence is too sensitive, and the potter can't shake it out no matter what.

In fact, the pottery merchant also drank a little too much that day, otherwise, he would never have been able to recite the Duan Ge Xing smoothly.

I'm really sorry for Brother Meng De.

But thinking about it carefully, the pottery merchant felt that there were still many things that he had done wrong to Cao Cao, and it seemed that one or two of them were not bad.

Everyone is so familiar, it shouldn't be a big deal.

The potter's side was busy celebrating the New Year, and Cao Cao was also celebrating the New Year. A few days after the New Year's Eve, Cao Cao didn't pay much attention to military affairs. Instead, he devoted himself to studying a volume of manuscripts that had been treasured for a long time every day. From time to time, when inspiration came, he wrote lyrics on it. .

This is his carefully composed lyrics and short songs during this period. It has not yet come out, just because Cao Cao has only finished the first half, and the second half has not been finished. It needs to be carefully considered and strictly verified.

After all, this short song can be said to be the most thought-provoking masterpiece he has done in a while.

Cao Cao believes that once this article of his is published, it will be passed down to future generations and his name will last forever.

In the afternoon of that day, when Cao Cao was studying his short songs carefully, Cao Ang hurried over and said to him, "Father!"

Cao Cao looked up at her and smiled.

This time during the Chinese New Year, Cao Ang specially invited Ying to come from Xuchang to visit him on the front line on behalf of his family, and brought a gift from Xuchang, which can be said to be extremely filial.

Cao Cao was very satisfied with Cao Ang's performance.

"Zixiu, what are you doing here?"

Cao Ang saluted Cao Cao respectfully, and said: "The New Year is over, my father is in good health and everything is going well, but the child should go back and report to his mother, aunt, and younger brothers that he is safe."

Cao Cao put down the bamboo slips in his hand and said, "Go back, because father is not here, you are the pillar of the Cao family, take good care of your younger brothers and set an example for them."

"Promise." Cao Ang clasped his hands and said yes, when he lowered his head, he saw the bamboo slips on Cao Cao's table as far as he could see.