Do you know the long song of laughter?

Chapter 41 Liu Xuezheng

However, he was a little confused about poetry.

Although he had learned a lot of poetry in his previous life, how many poems were there in ancient times? What's more, the titles are all about idiosyncratic poetry.

Seeing Li An's troubled expression, Sheng Changbai said, "Erlang, I'll do it."

He knew that Li An had only been studying for half a year. Even if he was known as a child prodigy, how many poems could he have read in half a year?

Li An came to his senses and said, "Brother Sheng, let me try it first."

Sheng Changbai didn't say anything after hearing this. They were all here to have fun anyway, so failure was nothing.

The scholar who was answering the question answered the first question correctly. When he hesitated for a long time, he couldn't answer the second question. He smiled bitterly, shook his head, and gave up.

After the scholar left, Li An saw that no one came forward, so he walked up.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man in his forties. When he saw Li An approaching, he smiled and said, "Does this guy know the rules?"

"I know." Li An nodded.

The middle-aged man nodded slightly when he heard this, pointed to the wooden box on the table, and motioned to Li An to take a question.

Li An reached out and groped in the wooden box, took out a folded note, and handed it to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man took it, opened it and read: "The locust flowers fill the courtyard, and the pine nuts fall from the steps. Say the next sentence."

Li An breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. This poem was "Summer Night Staying in Zhi" by Bai Juyi. Bai Juyi was not famous among his poems, but his favorite poets of the Tang Dynasty were Li Bai, Du Fu and Bai Juyi. He happened to remember this poem. .

"Sitting alone with a lamp burning, meditating and walking on the moon."

The middle-aged man looked at the answer and said with a smile: "Brother, the answer is correct, please continue!"

"Great, brother Li An got the answer right!" Rulan happily hugged Minglan beside her.

Li An nodded, drew another question, and handed it to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned when he saw the title and said, "Use snow as the title and write a poem or lyrics."

"What, another poem topic?"

"Not long ago, a question was drawn about summer, but I couldn't answer it."

"Writing poetry is indeed difficult. Although it only requires rhyme and does not require good writing, the time is too short. If you don't happen to have suitable poetry, it will be difficult to write it."

As soon as the topic came out, the people watching the excitement instantly became energetic.

The middle-aged man looked at Li An and said, "Does this young man want to answer this question? If so, it must be completed within one stick of incense."

Li An frowned slightly. Copying poems was not difficult for time travellers.

Although there should be some differences between this Song Dynasty and the Song Dynasty he knew, after learning about it over this period of time, the difference was not big.

Like Fan Zhongyan, who worries about the world first and rejoices after the world's happiness, this time and space also exists.

He had never heard of it before because Fan Zhongyan was demoted from the capital by his officials after his reform failed.

Since then, Fan Zhongyan and the reform have become a taboo topic. It was not until the government restored Xianggong Han's position last year that anyone started talking about it.

Xianggong Han was demoted along with Fan Zhongyan because he supported the reform. Many people speculated that the official restoration of Xianggong Han was because he was interested in reform.

As a result, the poems that can be copied are quite limited.

First of all, you can't copy anything from this time period or before. Secondly, you can't copy anything that doesn't meet his age.

Ang Lee tried hard to search through his memory to see if there was any matching poem. If not, he would have to admit defeat.

Seeing that Li An remained silent, the middle-aged man said, "Brother, time is limited. If you don't make a decision, I can only sentence you to failure."

Li An came to his senses after hearing this and said, "I'll try this question."

"Okay." Hearing this, the middle-aged man took out an incense stick, lit it, and inserted it into the incense burner.

Li An stood there thinking hard, and the people watching around him became quiet.

"The fragrance is over halfway through, and it looks like I can't answer the question."

"Yes, this kind of question is really difficult."

Seeing that half of the incense was gone and Li An was still thinking, many people couldn't help but shook their heads.

"Brother Li An will definitely be able to answer it!" Rulan said dissatisfiedly when she heard those people talking.

"Yes, Brother Li San will definitely be able to answer it." Shi Zhu agreed.

He didn't understand poetry, but he had full trust in Li An.

Mo Lan curled her lips and said: "It is difficult to write poems in a hurry. There is no shame in not being able to answer. Why waste time here."

"What did you say? The time has not come yet, how do you know that Brother Li An can't answer?" Ru Lan said dissatisfied.

"Haha, fifth sister, it has been said that Cao Zhi composed a poem in seven steps. It has been passed down through the ages. In fact, regardless of the circumstances at the time, the poem was very average. Cao Zhi was said to be very talented, but the poem he wrote in a hurry was only of that level. , I heard that the Li family brother has been in elementary school for less than a year, and maybe he can’t write poetry. It’s freezing cold, why waste time and suffer here." Mo Lan said lightly.

"You!" Ru Lan looked at Mo Lan angrily.

"Fourth sister, fifth sister!" Sheng Changbai shouted, signaling for the two of them to be quiet.

When only one-third of the incense was burned, Li An's eyes lit up and he slowly said: "One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, eight or ninety pieces."

When everyone heard Li An speak, they quickly listened attentively.

However, when they heard the poem read by Li An, everyone was stunned.

"Pfft, does this count as poetry?"

"Hey, I waited for so long in vain, now I'm gone."

"I told you not to waste time. It's okay now. It's embarrassing." Mo Lan said, covering her face.

Ru Lan opened her mouth and wanted to fight back, but she didn't know how to fight back.

Even if she doesn't know much about poetry, she still knows that counting can't be considered poetry.

When Li An heard the discussion, he didn't care and continued to read: "Thousands of pieces, countless pieces, flying into the plum blossoms are all gone."

"Haha, it's still a seven-character quatrain, and it sounds like it rhymes. But a poem doesn't count just by having enough words to rhyme. Even though the stall owner said that it only counts if it rhymes, you can't count it."

"That's right, but the last line about the plum blossoms flying into the sky is gone, which sounds a bit interesting."

After Li An finished reading the poem, the onlookers couldn't help laughing.

"Brother, you..."

"Clap clap~"

Just as the stall owner was about to speak, there was a burst of applause.

"The first three lines seem ordinary and often seem like counting, but the last line is like the finishing touch, giving this poem a high artistic conception. Wonderful, wonderful, so wonderful!"

The sudden applause and voices attracted everyone's attention.

When they saw the speaker, many people's eyes froze.

"Liu Xuezheng?"

"Hello Liu Xuezheng!"

"I met Liu Xuezheng."

The speaker was an old man in his fifties, with silver-white hair that was carefully combed. There was a teenage boy beside him who was supporting him.

The onlookers recognized the old man and stepped forward to salute.

"Changbai has met Liu Xuezheng!" Sheng Changbai also stepped forward and gave a student salute.

The old man nodded slightly in response to the others. When he saw Sheng Changbai, he smiled and nodded: "It turns out he is the young master of the Tongpan family. Why didn't you go to the Shangyuan Poetry Festival with your father?"

"Back to academic affairs, the student went out with his friends and a few younger sisters at home, but did not join in the fun." Sheng Changbai said with a cup of his hands.

The old man nodded, looked at Li An, and asked with admiration, "Brother, I see that you are not very old. I don't know where you study?"

Thank you gods for reincarnation and your monthly pass for calling me skinny.