For some reason, Li Yuan was furious when he saw Li Chengqian's smug expression. He wiped the tears on his face and said to Li Chengqian unwillingly,
"Although this poem is not bad, who knows if you prepared it in advance? Moreover, our Tang Dynasty values poetry over lyrics. If you have the guts, make another poem for me!”
"Alright, then I'll recite a poem for you. Imperial Grandfather, listen carefully!”
When Li Chengqian heard Li Yuan's words, he also felt helpless. He thought for a moment and recited a poem,
"The dark plum blossoms smell of flowers, and the branches that lie on them hurt the bottom of their hearts. I heard from afar that lying down like water, easy to see through the spring green. The shore was green, the shore was translucent green, and the shore was translucent green!”
The first four lines of this poem were completely in the style of Tang poetry, but the last three lines had a little bit of the flavor of lyrics, which made the mood of the entire poem reach a higher level.
When Li Yuan heard Li Chengqian's poem, his face turned green. This poem was especially interesting. After reading it, people would mistake it for another limerick:
"I'm uneducated, and my IQ is very low. If you ask me who I am, I'm a big dumb donkey. I am a donkey, I am a donkey, I am a big donkey!”
Comparing the two poems, the first poem sounded like a farmer reading the second poem in his dialect.
Although the Tang Dynasty was more than a thousand years away from the modern era, and the language had changed a lot, the rhythm of the language would not change. This was also the reason why modern people could read ancient poems fluently.
The poem above was "Sleeping Spring" by the Tang Dynasty poet Han Han. Presumably, when he wrote this poem, he was also out of mischief.
If one didn't know the poem above and just listened to the poem below, no matter who it was, their face would turn green.
At this moment, Li Yuan was extremely embarrassed. He felt that Li Chengqian was teasing him.
That's right, Li Chengqian had deliberately composed such a poem to joke with Li Yuan.
Didn't Li Yuan say that he was uncultured? If he heard it wrong, it would prove that he was uncultured.
"Chengqian, what kind of poem is this?”
Li Yuan's face was ashen as he criticized Li Chengqian.
The artistic conception of the previous poem was so desolate, and it vividly described his current misery. He originally thought that Li Chengqian would come up with some classic poem.
He never expected Li Chengqian to write such a limerick. Moreover, the content and mood were so vulgar. What uncultured, what low IQ, what a big donkey? It was really too tacky.
"Imperial Grandfather, the artistic conception of this poem is so beautiful. Can't you hear it?”
Li Chengqian deliberately put on a surprised expression, which was the complete opposite of Li Yuan's attitude, forming a strong contrast.
"You bastard, what kind of artistic conception does this poem have!”
Li Yuan was so angry that he directly cursed.
When the surrounding concubines and palace maids heard the conversation between the grandfather and grandson, they wanted to laugh but did not dare to.
"Oh, Imperial Grandfather, I understand now. You must have misheard this poem!”
A wicked smile flashed across Li Chengqian's face.
"Oh? How could I have misheard?"
Li Yuan didn't understand.
"Imperial Grandfather, bring me a pen. I'll write it for you, and you'll know what this poem is about!”
Li Chengqian smiled mysteriously.
Li Yuan was very curious, so he brought over a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone for Li Chengqian to write the poem to his heart's content.
In order to appear more cultured, Li Chengqian increased his calligraphy by 100,000 times.
When he wrote this poem, it was full of power and was elegant and free.
Even though Li Yuan didn't read the contents of Li Chengqian's writing, he was filled with emotion when he saw Li Chengqian's flamboyant posture. When could he be so unrestrained when he wrote?
The concubines and palace maids beside him could not help but blush when they saw this. Li Chengqian was only writing, but his movements were even more beautiful than their dancing.
After a few breaths of time, Li Chengqian finished writing this poem and then stopped writing.
Li Yuan and the people around him had a feeling of lingering. They really wanted to watch Li Chengqian write for a while longer.
Li Chengqian saw everyone's dazed looks and felt very speechless. He did not know what was wrong with them.
He waved his hand in front of Li Yuan and said,"
"Imperial Grandfather, I've written this poem. Take a look at this poem. Is it the same poem as the one you thought it was?”
Li Yuan came back to his senses and walked to Li Chengqian's side to take a look at the poem that Li Chengqian had written.
Although Li Chengqian's handwriting was flamboyant, it was able to make people recognize every word on it. This was truly good handwriting.
When Li Yuan saw the poem written by Li Chengqian, he was completely stunned.
Immediately, his entire old face turned red.
He had never expected that the poem Li Chengqian had just said was spoken in the official language and not in the dialect.
"F * ck, so this poem is like this!”
Li Yuan said in disbelief. The true face of this poem was not what he had imagined.
"It's always been like this. Imperial Grandfather, what do you think it's going to be?”
Li Chengqian asked evilly.
Li Yuan was so embarrassed that he couldn't say anything.
Not only did Li Yuan feel awkward, but so did the people around him.
Li Chengqian then said," Looking horizontally, the side of the mountain is like a peak. The distance and height are different. I don't know the true face of Mount Lu because I'm in this mountain." What you see in your eyes is what you hold in your hearts. If you think that the poem from before is dirty, it means that your hearts are dirty!”
Li Chengqian's words were used in an extremely elegant way to criticize Li Yuan and the surrounding concubines and palace maids, making them even more embarrassed.
Not only did Li Yuan feel extremely awkward, but he also noticed the first half of Li Chengqian's words. This was another f * cking poem, and it was such a classic. If it was spread out, it would definitely be passed down through the ages.
At this moment, Li Yuan was also drunk in his heart. Li Chengqian was a f * cking literary star that had descended to the mortal world. He was simply eloquent. If this was considered uncultured, then what was he?
It was laughable that he actually still wanted to educate Li Chengqian. He really overestimated his own strength and was too face-smacking.
Heavenly Deities were indeed Heavenly Deities. Ordinary people could not compare to them.
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