I opened the Ming Dynasty

When Xie Jin saw that making couplets was not difficult for me, he immediately became like a cat whose tail was stepped on and his emotions instantly went out of control.

"Humph, you have some skills in making couplets, then let's compete in writing poems. I don't believe you can be that good!"

I raised my chin slightly and said with a hint of disdain: "Write a poem? What's the title?"

Xie Jin smiled coldly again, and said as if talking to himself: "Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival. Let's write poems about this festival. You can choose the topic. How about I pick your best one?"

When I heard this, I immediately felt more confident and said more bluntly, "Then you go first!"

When Xie Jin saw that I didn't even look at him, he got so angry that his neck stiffened and his eyes rolled.

Suddenly, he coughed like a bolt from the blue, then clasped his hands behind his back, puffed out his chest and protruded his belly, and began to shake his head in the magnificent and majestic Golden Throne Hall!

Then he said in a pretentious voice: "I will write a poem about the calamus that everyone in the world uses during the Dragon Boat Festival! Let's see if it can be passed down through the ages and leave a lasting fragrance."

Then he said: "The three-foot-long green ancient Tai'a dances in the wind and shatters the waves of the river.

The shadow of the long bridge scares the dragon, the flowing water grinds silently day and night.

There was murderous atmosphere from both sides of the river, bullets rained down and fishermen sang at dawn.

When autumn comes, I am afraid that the west wind will rise, what can I do?

"

"Great! That's great!"

"Master Xie is truly a man of great learning and talent!"

The civil and military officials were even more excited, and they all came forward to congratulate Xie Jin. One minister said excitedly: "Xie Daxueshi's poetry is really extraordinary, every sentence is full of profound meaning, and it makes people think about it endlessly!" Another minister also echoed: "Yes, such talent is really unprecedented and will never be surpassed!"

Zhu Di could no longer sit still, and he jumped up from the dragon throne, walked to Xie Jin like a tiger and a dragon, hugged Xie Jin and shook him, saying: "My dear, you are a rare genius! This poem will not only be remembered for a hundred years, but will also be remembered for thousands of years!"

I was so amused by this scene!

"Bah!"

I imitated the sudden shout from Shan Tianfang's storytelling, and it was like a bolt from the blue or a clap of thunder on the ground!

The noisy and bustling atmosphere in the court suddenly became quiet!

All the civil and military officials in the Golden Palace were startled and looked at each other in silence!

Zhu Di was also frightened!

He stared at me for a long while, and after confirming that the deafening "呔" was caused by me, his face darkened and he asked, "What do you want to do?"

I was also shocked to see that even the emperor Zhu Di was frightened!

He quickly raised his head and chest, his sword-like eyebrows were erected, his tiger eyes were round, and he was full of vigor and said aggressively: "Your Majesty! I am reminding all the civil and military officials in the court to be quiet. I am also going to write a poem. I hope they will listen attentively!"

Before I could finish my words, I heard a series of hilarious giggles coming from behind me!

You don't need to look to know that this is Lu Xiaofeng, Li Lili and Li Xiaoling!

Zhu Di was delighted when he heard my explanation. His face turned from cloudy to sunny. He asked, "What is your topic?"

I said passionately: "According to the proposition of the Grand Secretary Jie, I will directly write "Feeling the Dragon Boat Festival"!"

"Great! What a great song 'Reflections on the Dragon Boat Festival'! Come and compose it for me to hear!"

Zhu Di was very excited. While he was urging me to write a poem with a beaming face, he glanced at Xie Jin meaningfully.

I also followed Xie Jin's example and folded my hands upside down, but I did not walk around shaking my head. Instead, I looked up at the starry sky and said thoughtfully:

1,700 years ago

In ancient China

A proud soul

Sang a song for us

The romance and tragedy of heaven and earth

Vertical and vicissitudes

The song is like a blazing fire, growing stronger and stronger

The song is like blood surging, passionate and uplifting

The song is like a sword slashing, the sky is bright

Look at him, he has a tall hat and a wide belt, and his expression is solemn.

The dragons and phoenixes danced and carried his carriage soaring

Touring Kyushu China in the mist

The well-being and suffering of every citizen

The gentleness and magnificence of every landscape

How he wanted to use his tears to clear the muddy river

How he wanted to dye the black sun red with his blood

Alas, the filth cannot stand the purity of these tears

Sadly, the darkness feeds the tigers and wolves with his blood

His tears dried up

His blood is gone.

That day, he finished writing the last drop of blood and tears

Bath, aromatherapy, refreshment

Then, singing Li Sao, he came to the Miluo River

The wind from the river rises, he laughs madly

Jiang Langfan He saw despair and hope

They are all reaching out to him, shining brightly.

At the moment he jumped into the river

There is one more constellation in the sky

China has an extra Dragon Boat Festival

The world has one more immortal masterpiece

I had just finished reciting "Reflections on the Dragon Boat Festival" and wow, the whole court suddenly became like a hornet's nest that had been poked, and it was buzzing with excitement.

All he could see was Jie Jin's face turning as black as the bottom of a pot, and he shouted at the top of his voice, "How can this be called poetry? There is no rhythm or parallelism at all. It's pure nonsense!"

The group of civil servants behind him were like echoing insects, and they immediately followed suit and shouted: "Master Jie is absolutely right. How can such plain language be called poetry?"

When Yao Guangxiao heard this, his brows knitted like twisted dough, and he snorted and said loudly: "Xie Jin, you old pedant, don't be so dogmatic! How can the beauty of poetry be confined to those rigid rhythms?"

Zheng He also stood up with great vigor and vigor: "That's right! Whether it's governing the country or writing poetry, we can't stick to the old ways and be complacent. Only by seeking change and innovation can we make progress!"

Chunhua's temper was like a hot pepper. She pointed at Xie Jin and started to curse: "Xie Jin, you shameless bastard, you are just jealous of others' talent. You can't write like that yourself, so you slander them!"

Xie Jin was so angry that his eyes bulged like bells: "You ignorant women, what do you know about poetry?"

"presumptuous!"

Yao Guangxiao shouted, "How can you be so rude to a woman?"

Xie Jin retorted, "Yao Guangxiao, stop meddling in other people's business. Why don't you check if you have any hair on your head?"

As a result, the two sides kept arguing with each other, and the atmosphere in the court was extremely tense.

Xiaoling was not to be outdone, and immediately followed with rapid-fire words: "That's right, Xie Jin! You yourself have no ability to write an original poem, yet you come to belittle others. Your behavior is just like a witch who is jealous of others' beauty! Look at others, they dare to boldly try a new style, this is real courage, but you only know how to cling to those old frames, what's the point, it's like guarding a pile of junk! What era is it now, and you still cling to those old customs and habits, do you think you can stop the progress of the times? This poem is good, no matter how much you slander it, it's useless, because everyone has sharp eyes!"

Xie Jin was so angry at Chunhua and Xiaoling's words that he was shaking all over, like sifting chaff. He pointed at them with a trembling hand and said, "You two ignorant women, what do you know about poetry? You are just making trouble, just like a troublesome little monkey disrupting the order of the court! You don't understand the true meaning and essence of poetry at all, you just know how to make a fuss! You are blaspheming poetry!"