Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 2325 Encouragement (two more)
Mu Zichuan suddenly became quiet, and after giving Yang Ruoqing a trusting look, he sat back down by himself.

As for Yang Ruoqing, she smiled and said to Mrs. Lin and the others: "Well, I came from the countryside, and this is the clothes corner of Qianmuzichuan, so I came here to join in the fun."

"Since Ms. Han is so kind and generous, and I have eaten so many cakes from Mrs. Lin, it really can't be justified if I don't hum a few words!" she said.

Mrs. Lin smiled a little awkwardly.

Han Ruyi's eyes lit up, and she couldn't wait to urge Yang Ruoqing: "Miss Yang, don't be modest anymore, hurry up, let us listen to your masterpiece!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "I don't dare to call it a masterpiece. I'm just a vulgar person, and I only write doggerel."

"No matter what poem, you can just read it out, the most important thing is to participate." Mrs. Lin said again, looking at Yang Ruoqing with a hint of encouragement.

Yang Ruoqing nodded and said, "Songchun, I don't know how to sing, but I grew up in the countryside."

"Every year in spring, the willow trees in front of our village, on the ridges of the fields, and by the ponds grow very gratifyingly. I will use the willow trees to make a poem!"

"Yes!" Madam Lin nodded, then raised her hand to signal for everyone to calm down and listen to Yang Ruoqing's poem.

Han Ruyi also sat down, her eyes followed Yang Ruoqing closely, and the corners of her lips curled up in a mocking arc.

Just waiting for Yang Ruoqing to make a fool of herself, hahaha...

Here, Yang Ruoqing cleared her throat, and then, with her distinctive voice, read out a poem with emotion:

"The jasper is made up to the height of a tree, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down.

I don't know who cuts the thin leaves?The spring breeze in February is like scissors! "

After reading a poem, no one in the private room spoke.

In the air, something is subtly changing.

Yang Ruoqing blinked her eyes, glanced at the different faces of the people, and felt puzzled.

what's going on?
Don't they understand He Zhizhang's "Ode to the Willow"?

If you don't understand, do you want to plagiarize another poem by Meng Haoran?
There was a clapping sound, which suddenly sounded from over there.

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyes and saw that it was Mrs. Lin.

Mrs. Lin's eyes lit up, but her face looked like she was drunk, showing an expression of intoxication and aftertaste.

"The first three lines of this poem seem to be praising willow trees." Mrs. Lin couldn't help but comment.

"The third sentence is a question, and the fourth sentence is an answer. This seems to be a question and an answer, but it cleverly transitions the willow into the spring breeze."

"In this poem, the willow trees are admired in the Ming Dynasty, but the spring breeze is actually admired, especially the word 'scissors', which makes us feel the creativity of spring, and everything is born!"

On the side, Mrs. Li also looked intoxicated, and echoed Mrs. Lin's words: "What Mrs. Lin said is very true. In this poem, I also feel the creativity and vitality of spring."

Mrs. Lin continued: "Poems are not the most beautiful when they are piled up with gorgeous words blindly."

"Back to the basics and write something lively and vigorous, then this poem is no longer dead, but alive."

"Ms. Yang's doggerel is really like a poem, with infinite vitality, which makes people never get tired of reading it. Every time I analyze it, I have a different feeling."

"Thank you, Ms. Yang, for bringing such a good poem!" Mrs. Lin said again, the more she spoke, the more excited she became, her face turned red.

At this moment, many people in the elegant room also tasted a different artistic conception from it, and nodded in approval.

The eyes that fell on Yang Ruoqing became more astonished, and many people began to look at her again.

It made her face a little red.

It's not that I'm afraid of being sized up, even if I'm being sized up by 1 people, I'm not afraid.

Red, because I feel sorry for He Zhizhang.

Such creative and energetic poems were written by Lao He, who is purely a 'porter'.

sweat!
Beside him, Mu Zichuan was immersed in the artistic conception of this poem just like Mrs. Lin and the others.

At this moment, he couldn't help but excitedly said to Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, I didn't expect you to observe the willow trees in our village so minutely, and to use them to compose such exquisite poems, I'm really ashamed of myself! "

What he said was the truth.

Just now, even if he wrote poems for her, he probably wouldn't be able to jump out of the template of Song Chun.

Still, this girl has a flexible mind, boundless vitality, and boundless imagination.

She was his pride, and his waist immediately straightened up a bit.

One person was upset, and extremely upset.

That's right, that person is Han Ruyi.

After the moment of astonishment just now, seeing the reactions of the people around, and hearing Mrs. Lin and Mrs. Li's high praise for Yang Ruoqing, Han Ruyi felt that this was a slap in the face.

She didn't care about her demeanor, so she took the initiative to speak again.

"Miss Yang's doggerel really has a taste, it's made of willow trees and scissors, and there are quite a lot of props!" Han Ruyi said.

Yang Ruoqing giggled, and said, "In our countryside, there are willows everywhere. As for the scissors, there are more of them. You need scissors for sewing shoes, shearing sheep and so on."

Han Ruyi frowned slightly, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

"Ms. Yang's poems have been widely heard by Ruyi. Ruyi wants to ask Ms. Yang for advice. I wonder if Ms. Yang is willing to teach me?" she asked.

This is... a duel?

Yang Ruoqing's eyes widened, and Mu Zichuan frowned beside her.

Qing'er can get lucky once, but good luck will not favor her over and over again.

This Han Ruyi did it on purpose!
How to do?Do you want to stop it?
Mu Zichuan hesitated.

And no one else, including Mrs. Lin, stopped her.

Everyone has their own thoughts, led by Mrs. Lin, want to see if Yang Ruoqing has other masterpieces?
The one represented by Han Ruyi wanted to wait for Yang Ruoqing to make a fool of herself.

Here, Yang Ruoqing showed a bit of embarrassment on her face. She said to Han Ruyi: "Is it even better? I only have a little ink, I think it's better to forget it, I just admit defeat..."

Han Ruyi said: "Admit defeat before the competition? Then I won't be able to win!"

"Ah? Hahaha..." Yang Ruoqing laughed again.

"Miss Yang, don't be modest. It's rare that the atmosphere is just right today. Let's compete again. Friendship comes first, competition comes second. Mrs. Lin just said that the most important thing is to participate!" Han Ruyi said again.

Yang Ruoqing looked around, and then said: "Okay, okay, since Miss Han insists on dragging me to compete, then I'll play with you."

Han Ruyi sneered, "Okay!"

Then, she turned to look at Mrs. Lin, "Madam Lin please write a question."

Mrs. Lin pondered for a while, and said: "Since it's a poetry and prose meeting, then you two should still write poetry this round!"

"Previously it was a tribute to spring, spring, the plan for a year lies in spring, everything grows, and there is vitality."

(End of this chapter)