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Chapter 284 The man is in the dim light

Listening to He Huanyuan showing himself his poems one after another, Wen Tao couldn't help gnashing his teeth. He didn't know who told He Huanyuan that he had a brilliant literary talent, so now He Huanyuan insisted on asking himself to compose a poem.

Thinking of this, Wen Tao couldn't help but turned his head and glanced at Li Tai, slandering him in his heart, except for Li Tai, no one else would gossip with He Huanyuan.

It’s just that the slander belongs to the slander, He Huanyuan’s kind invitation to Wen Tao is still hard to refuse, Wen Tao is about to cry in his heart, except that he will be ordered to read Taoist classics, how can he write explanatory poems, except for the Tang poems that his master once forced to memorize Among the three hundred poems, Wen Tao has no eyes for other niche poems, and the poet he is most familiar with is Li Bai.

As the saying goes, if you are familiar with three hundred Tang poems, you can recite them even if you don’t know how to compose them. However, Wen Tao can’t, he can only memorize them.

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Wen Tao's eyes suddenly lit up. He didn't know how to compose poems, but it didn't mean that none of the poems he had memorized met He Huanyuan's requirements.

Thinking about it this way, Wen Tao suddenly grinned. He has read three hundred Tang poems by heart, not to mention reciting them fluently, but it is still no problem to memorize dozens or hundreds of them, especially after Shattering the Void, his memory has been greatly enhanced. At least, some details and small things that I didn't remember at all, now as long as I think about it a little bit, it will immediately surface.

Wen Tao couldn't help sighing, if he had this kind of memory in his previous life, how could he be traversed by lightning, now he is a proper student master.

Fantasies belong to fantasy, poetry still needs to be written, ah no, it needs to be plagiarized to cope with the scene.It happened that He Huanyuan was in love with the scene, and improvised a poem describing the moon, and Wen Tao was moved.

Wen Tao didn't intend to continue to hype poems about the moon, it's not that Wen Tao can't, on the contrary, there are countless poems about the moon in his mind, but Wen Tao didn't want to suppress He Huanyuan's interest with plagiarized poems, otherwise a water tune song He Huanyuan's poems can hit a few streets.

Poetry writing is also a technical job, you can’t open your mouth casually and you won’t see it, the heroic and majestic classics like the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky, and you can’t mess with outdated poems like rich wine and meat, and frozen bones on the road.

So Wen Tao chose a poem that is most suitable for today.

Wen Tao met He Huanyuan's expectant eyes, walked slowly for a few steps, pretended to be contemplative, and then recited with emotion: "Last year on Yuan Ye, the flower market lights were like daytime. The moon reached the tip of the willows, and people made an appointment after dusk; this year's Yuan Eve At that time, the moon and the lamp are still the same. I don’t see the person from last year, and the sleeves of the spring shirt are wet with tears.”

"Ouch!" Wen Tao had just finished reading, and immediately thought in his heart that it was bad, the poem was done wrong.

Before Wen Tao could explain, He Huanyuan had a half-smile look in his eyes, applauded, and then teased: "Master Wen, writing such sad poems during such a festive season, but remembering the old man? Hahaha!"

Wen Tao's old face blushed immediately, wishing he could get out of the way and get into the ground. He worked so hard to create an image of a master of Taoism, just because his mouth was about to be destroyed, how could Wen Tao not complain.

Fortunately, He Huanyuan did not keep teasing Wen Tao about this matter, but said with a smile: "Little friend Wen, today is a happy day, can you write a poem that is not so heartbreaking?"

Hearing He Huanyuan's words, Wen Tao waved his hands again and again, and said, "Prime Minister, don't make fun of me. I'm just a mediocre man. It's too late for me to write the poems just now."

"Hey, you can't say that. I've been praising you in front of Lao He all the time. If you don't give him face, at least give me some face!" Li Tai who had never spoken all this time suddenly interrupted.

"This..." Wen Tao hesitated, not because he couldn't recite the poem He Huanyuan requested, but because he used other people's poems to get inexplicable praise, which made Wen Tao feel ashamed.

"What's that, don't disappoint my high hopes for you." Li Tai said impatiently seeing Wen Tao's intention to evade
Wen Tao gritted his teeth and thought, copying one song is also copying, and copying two songs is also copying, so let's skip this earlier.

Thinking about it this way, I felt a lot better, but He Huanyuan's request was really special. He didn't allow himself to write some romantic poems during the Lantern Festival, but asked himself to write some festive ones. This is a bit difficult. Wen Tao needs Think about it.

"Yes." Wen Tao suddenly thought of a classic masterpiece, his eyes lit up, and he called out.

The two originally thought that Wen Tao was going to have a fight, but within a few breaths, they heard Wen Tao's voice. They were slightly taken aback, and then became curious about what kind of poem Wen Tao would write in such a short period of time.

Li Tai even encouraged Wen Tao in his heart, don't use some random poems to fool He Huanyuan, he has vouched for Wen Tao.

The two had different thoughts, the former was curious with a hint of doubt, while Li Tai was completely worried.

However, when the two saw the confidence on Wen Tao's face, their anxious hearts suddenly calmed down. Wen Tao's confident smile infected the two of them with more trust in Wen Tao.

"Eastern wind blows flowers and thousands of trees at night, and the stars fall like rain..." Wen Tao walked to the window, gently opened the window, looked at the new moon outside, and read slowly.

"Ci?" He Huanyuan frowned. He didn't expect that Wen Tao's composition was not poetry but Ci.

After carefully pondering Wen Tao's sentence, He Huanyuan's eyes gradually lit up, and he said in a soft voice: "Geng Chui Luo, the stars are like rain...the stars are like rain."

He Huanyuan's eyes were shocked, and an extremely happy expression appeared on his face, like an ant on a frying pan, neither standing nor sitting, and he almost opened Wen Tao's mouth to let him continue reading, just when he was anxious to hear When it came to the following words, Wen Tao lived up to expectations and continued to recite them.

"BMW carving cars are fragrant all over the road, the sound of phoenix flute is moving, the pot is turning, and fish and dragons dance all night." Wen Tao lowered his head, looked outside at the street full of people, and muttered softly.

"Good words!" He Huanyuan stood up from his chair and applauded. This sentence turned the pot off, and the night of the fish and dragon dance vividly portrayed the scene of raising lanterns and dancing dragons on the Lantern Festival. Ask yourself, He Huanyuan believes that he is absolutely Can't write such words.

Wen Tao didn't stop because of He Huanyuan's praise, but threw out the second half of Xin Qiji's "Sapphire Case".

"Moth Xueliu is a golden thread, and the laughter is full of fragrance; the crowd searched for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was in the place where the lights were dim!"

The whole "Sapphire Case" was completed in one go, and Man Shuo, Li Tai and He Huanyuan, who were already in shock and unable to extricate themselves, even Wen Tao himself couldn't help feeling inexplicably.

Xin Qiji's poems describing the battle on the battlefield are not only magnificent and heroic, but also when he writes such sad and resentful love poems, he is not inferior to Li Qingzhao's graceful poets.

"Looking back suddenly, that person is in a place with dim lights." He Huanyuan was obsessed with this sentence, his eyes were shining brightly, and it was obvious that he tried his best to restrain his tears from flowing out.

Wen Tao couldn't help being a little surprised. This poem can be regarded as a masterpiece, but it's not so good that a person like He Huanyuan, who has been influenced by poetry and books, shed tears so easily, right?
(End of this chapter)