"What is it? Composed another poem?"
If she was regretful just now, she was shocked now. She had come into contact with many poems and songs, so she naturally knew how difficult it was to write poems.
Poem writing required inspiration, but inspiration was not like the cabbage on the roadside that could be found easily. Therefore, those who could write poems that could be passed down through the ages were very admired.
To be able to compose two poems in such a short amount of time, it was at least one in ten thousand.
"What poem did you write this time? Read it to me quickly," urged Chun Shui.”
The woman calmed her breathing and said,"The rain at night brings forth the spring water, and the warm clouds make the weather cloudy. The curtain is empty, the sun is thin, the flowers and bamboos are quiet, and sometimes there are milk doves chirping against each other.”
"This poem also has spring water?"
This made Chun Shui even more surprised. Two poems in a row had the word Chun Shui. If it was a coincidence, then it was too unbelievable. However, if it was intentional, then this young master would not be inferior to the Immortal Poet.
Before the first wave subsided, another wave rose. Soon, another girl ran over and said as she ran,"Chun, sister Chun Shui, quick, that young master is starting to compose poems again.”
Miss Chun Shui immediately returned to her room and changed her attitude towards Chu Zhenlin. She said coldly,""Young Master Chu, Chun Shui is not feeling well today. Please go back.”
"What?" Chu Zhenlin said in disbelief as if he had heard the funniest joke.
Today, Chu Zhenlin came to Pingkang Lane's Yichun Courtyard. With his status as a High Scholar, he immediately received a lot of admiring gazes. After he 'accidentally' revealed his strength and said that he was preparing to take the tribute scholar examination, he was also determined to get first place in Huiyuan.
As soon as he said this, he was immediately warmly welcomed, especially when Miss Chun Shui heard that he was also from Jiangnan, so she asked him to write a poem in the name of her fellow countryman.
Chu Zhenlin also coveted Chun Shui's beauty. She was gentle and virtuous, and he wanted to become her guest, so he agreed to her request.
His inner thoughts were that with his years of experience in picking up girls, it was definitely worth it to exchange a poem for a top courtesan.
Chun Shui went outside to talk to someone, but when he came back, he actually refused to write a poem. He even suspected that he was hearing things.
Chun Shui repeated, her voice no longer as gentle as before."Chunshui is not feeling well today. Young Master Chu, please return.”
Chu Zhenlin did not understand what had happened to Chun Shui outside the door just now. Why was she suddenly like a different person?
He originally wanted to say something soft, but seeing Chun Shui's firm attitude, as if there was no room for change, he revealed his fierce appearance and said,"Hmph, you said it yourself. Even if you kneel in front of me in the future, I won't write poems for you anymore.”
The corners of Chun Shui's mouth curled up as if she was mocking him. There was still something that she did not say in her heart, and that was: "Someone has already written two poems for me, and they can be passed down to future generations.”
Chun Shui no longer paid attention to Chu Zhenlin. She turned around and ran downstairs. Before she went downstairs, she saw the scene of everyone surrounding her.
Someone with sharp eyes shouted,"Miss Chunshui is here!"”
The words "Miss Chun Shui" were probably the only ones who could compare to this poem-writing youth.
"Heavens, it's actually Miss Chun Shui. Am I dreaming?”
"Miss Chun Shui is here. Will I be lucky enough to hear the song played by Miss Chun Shui again today?”
"Tsk, come on. Miss Chun Shui came for this young master. Do you think you're worthy?”
"It's really amazing to be able to write poems. Even Miss Chun Shui, who rarely shows her face in front of others, came for him.”
Ignoring the discussions of the crowd, Chun Shui walked past. The originally tightly packed crowd suddenly made way for her.
At this time, Qin Feng had already finished writing three poems of spring water.
As soon as he saw this poem, he was first shocked by the squarish regular script. As the head of the Yichun Courtyard, he played and sang, and his poems and songs could not be missing. The words were naturally written well.
However, when he saw Qin Feng's handwriting, he still felt a sense of inferiority from the bottom of his heart. Those great calligraphers of the current era were only so-so, right?
" The south and north of the house are all spring waters. The flower path has never been swept by guests. The Peng door is open for you today. The market is far away from the dishes, there is no taste, the family is poor, only the old fermented grains. He was willing to drink with his neighbor, and called for the rest of the cup across the fence.”
This was Qin Feng's third poem. The emotions expressed in the three poems were different, and the things described were also different. The only similarity was that each poem contained the word spring water.
Qin Feng finished writing three poems and continued to flip through them, completely unaware that Miss Chun Shui had already arrived.
"Last night, spring water flowed by the river, and the Mengchong Warship was as light as a feather. I have always wasted my strength to move, but today I can move freely in the middle of the river.”
This poem was written by Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty. It was called " Two Inspiration from Reading at the Flowing Water Pavilion." Zhu Xi was a representative of the Song Dynasty's Cheng-Zhu School of Confucianism and was also the epitome of this school.
Because it was a school of science, this poem also contained a certain amount of science knowledge, making it even more difficult for people to understand.
For example, when the spring water rose, the giant ship was as light as a feather. If there was no water, it would be extremely laborious to push it to move, but it could move freely in the water.
Therefore, this poem was relatively easy to translate, but it was more difficult to delve into and understand. Everyone present was basically confused.
However, Qin Feng did not give them time to think. Instead, he took out a new piece of paper and continued writing.
"The new makeup is actually competing with the painting. My thin shadow shines on the spring water. You must pity me. I pity you.”
This poem was written by Feng Xiaoqing of the Ming Dynasty. Generally, female poets were rarely as bold and unconstrained as male poets, expressing their feelings for their country. Most of them were about love or resentment.
This song, Resentment, was no exception. It expressed the resentment of living in a boudoir for a long time.
As the saying goes, the speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention. Qin Feng wrote this poem because it contained the word Chunshui. He did not have the intention of resenting Miss Chunshui.
However, when Miss Chun Shui saw this, she felt that this was a mockery of her earlier impoliteness.
After writing five poems in a row, Qin Feng put down his brush and rubbed his eyes.
At this moment, a pair of slightly cold jade-like hands pressed against his temples and massaged them for him.
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