After Li Hao finished reciting this Shuidiao Ge, he sat alone at the side and drank by himself.
Not to mention those scholars, even Li Ankang, who poured the wine, was already dumbfounded.
Su Dongpo called him a literary hero, leaving behind countless beautiful sentences.
However, the most widely circulated one was known as Shuidiao Letou.
Needless to say, every student in his previous life had probably memorized it.
These few words had been repeatedly explained and praised by the later generations with ten times or a hundred times more words.
Although there was no first in literature and no second in martial arts.
However, if one really wanted to choose a top scholar among the Song Ci, this Ci would probably be the first choice for many people.
The peak of a literary giant's life, the swan song of an era.
"Good, good, good."
Zhou Dunyi, who never liked to talk, said good three times.
"The Green Jade Case just now is already the pinnacle of poetry, shining through the ages. And this Shuidiao Ge Tou seemed to be even better.”
"With these two poems, our trip to Chang 'an was not in vain.”
"Even in a thousand years, there will be people who will remember us because of this.”
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He wasn't good at poetry, but he had the Love Lotus Sutra that shocked the world.
However, it didn't mean that he didn't know poetry.
He repeatedly read Li Hao's poem and felt his heart tremble.
This poem didn't seem to belong to the mortal world.
It was rare to see a single word.
"Not bad, not bad, that's true.”
Li Shi Min kept nodding.
The two poems were both top-notch.
There was no need for him to instruct them. Naturally, there were eunuchs who passed down the poem.
However, Liu Yong suddenly burst into tears.
Her cries were tragic and touching.
"Mister Three Changes, why are you crying?”
"Sigh, from now on, I'm afraid the Mid-Autumn Festival will be over.”
Liu Yong said in a sad voice," I feel sad for the later poets. This poem fully expressed the meaning of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Later generations have a mouth but can't say it again."”
After saying this, everyone fell silent again.
These words were indeed correct.
When this Shuidiao Getou was released, it was likely that during the Mid-Autumn Festival, one could only recite this poem and not make it.
"Your Highness Zhou Wang, Zhongguang has a question?”
Li Yu suddenly said.
"Mr. Li, please go ahead."
Li Yu looked around and said,""Since ancient times, poems have always been written according to the emotions. Only through experience can one write good poems.”
"Your Highness Zhou Wang is only fifteen years old and has never experienced the pain of separation. How can you say such sad words?”
Li Yu's words made everyone nod their heads.
Be it the first song, the second song, or the last song, the first song, the second song, or the last song, the first song, or the last song.
In the words, there were all kinds of lovesickness and affection.
If one didn't suffer from long-term lovesickness, it was really difficult to make such a masterpiece.
However, when Li Hao heard this, he only sneered.
"Only through experience can one compose poems. This is the mediocre of the world.”
"But to me, the path of poetry is nothing more than choosing words and constructing sentences.”
"When the standard of words and sentences is reached, the feelings will naturally come out.”
"Forget about lovesickness and affection, even if it's the battlefield or the boudoir, or the famous mountains and rivers that I haven't gone to, if I want to write a poem, it's just a matter of tilting my head.”
Li Hao's words were not polite at all.
He was just short of pointing at everyone and saying that they were all mediocre people and could not be compared to him.
"What a good sentence. This old man would like to ask Your Highness Zhou Wang to write a poem about an old man.”
Wang Tong suddenly said.
He really wanted to see if Li Hao's poetic talent was as he said.
Li Hao might have already prepared the Mid-Autumn poem, but he couldn't prepare it when he suddenly thought of it.
"Let alone one, two, three, or even eight or ten, what harm would it do?”
"The standard for regular poems, quatrains, and even ancient folk songs is set by Elder Wang.”
Wang Tong was stunned. Was this Zhou Wang really that confident?
At that moment, he didn't hesitate." Alright, then two. Please use the mentality of an old man to compose a five-character poem and a seven-character poem.”
Among poems, the style was the most important. When Wang Tong saw Li Hao's words flying and freehand, he wanted to suppress him with a style poem.
Li Hao laughed out loud." Why not? Ankang, serve the wine."”
"Hey."
Li Ankang, who was beside him, immediately took the wine glass from Li Hao's hand.
Li Hao finished the wine in his cup and did not think about it at all. He immediately raised his head and said with a smile,"Let's start with the Seven Laws.”
" The wind is strong, the sky is high, and the apes are howling. The white birds fly back to the clear sand.
Endless trees fell, and the endless Yangtze River rolled.
Wanli sad autumn often visit, a hundred years of illness alone on the stage.
Difficult bitter hate frosty hair, down and out just stopped muddy wine cup.”
After reciting the poem, he ignored the people who were still appreciating the poem and ordered An Kang to fill up the wine.
Then, without pausing, he said,"Now, let's sing a song of the Five Laws.”
" A breeze blows on the shore in fine grass. I sail alone at night on a dangerous mast.
The stars hang down on the flat fields, and the moon surges in the river.
Fame is not a literary talent, officials should be old and sick.
How can it be like floating in the air, like a sand gull in heaven and earth?”
After he finished his two poems, he smiled and looked straight at Li Yu.
"How is it, Mister Shigemitsu? Do you really need experience to write poetry?”
Li Yu was forced by his pair of clear eyes and actually did not know how to answer.
In the end, he could only cup his hands and bow.”
Then, he sat awkwardly at the side.
This scene made Wanwan laugh out loud.
It was rare for the number one scholar of the Flower Sect to be forced to such a state.
Li Hao shook his head and smiled." Poetry is just a small way for scholars to moan when they are sick and moan when they are not sick.”
"In my early years, I wasn't willing to do this. Now that I want to fight for the title of the Immortal Poet Master, I'll gather all the poems I wrote in my early years into one volume.”
"I won't be writing the poems after that. The poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon, homesickness, and drinking are all in these two volumes.”
"One volume of Chinese poems and one volume of Xia poems.”
"Everyone, why don't you see if I can be the so-called master of poetry?”
After Li Hao finished speaking, he drank another cup of wine and threw the two books in front of Li Shi Min's table.
As for himself, he had just left.
As he walked, he muttered,""If I don't write for a long time, who will tell me about my decline? Wang Feng…"
It was also a poem, but everyone couldn't hear it clearly. There were only faint words such as Zhengyin, Xisheng, and Jue Bi.
The only thing they saw.
He was dressed in green, floating like an immortal, smiling proudly at the scholars of the world.
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