sbdcsierra Chapter 340: Generals Of The Frying Pot
Chapter 340: Generals Of The Frying Pot
Xu Qing wrote three poems this time, and all three are excellent works, even enough to be handed down to the world!
After listening to these three poems, Zhao Daru smiled on his frowning old face.
OK!
Excited! Feel elated!
Kuang Zhou on the side was in a daze. This time the poem was written impromptu, with a time limit, and the emphasis was on speed. It would inevitably appear hasty due to time constraints and too little time to refine the words and dictionaries. However, The three poems just now are extremely perfect in terms of artistic conception and rhythm, and there is no sense of haste at all.
Kuang Zhou was originally full of confidence in own poems, now after listening to Xu Qing's three poems and then reading his own poem...
What the hell is this written by myself!
Of his three poems, any one is far superior to own in terms of artistic conception and rhythm!
Before Jiang Xiang ordered someone to transcribe and criticize Kuang Zhou's poems, Kuang Zhou said, "I admit defeat..."
As soon as this remark came out, the officials of Chu State and the envoys of Zhao State and Zhou State all looked at Kuangzhou one after another. It was the first time that Zhao State could voluntarily admit defeat!
Even the Emperor Chu, who was above the high position, couldn't help but look at Kuang Zhou, Zhao Guo surrendered!
This brat Xu Qing, my brother and I really saw him right!
After more than sixty years of time, today I finally feel proud!
If the Emperor Chu hadn't wanted to maintain the majesty of the emperor at this time, he couldn't help but want to laugh.
Xu Qing is better than Kuang Zhou in poetry, which means that Chu State is better than Zhao State in poetry!
How could Emperor Chu not like this?
Even Xiao Ruxue on the side happily shook Su Qian's jade arm: "Sister Su! Xu Qing won, Xu Qing won! Xu Qing is so good!"
There was a smile on Su Qian's face: "Yes, my husband won!"
Not only won, but a big victory!
Long Bing'er on the side stared at Xu Qing without looking away for a moment, and murmured: "I never thought he would have such a skill in poetry."
Princess Mingyue didn't say much, she just lowered her head and carefully copied the three poems written by Xu Qing, then folded them and put them in the kit.
The deputy envoy of Zhou Guo couldn't help but clenched his fist, and with the poems, how could Zhao Guo lose!
Even Zhao Guozheng, who was full of happy expressions in the audience, froze his expression on his face.
Of course, he knew the people he brought. Kuang Zhou's talent was unmatched in Zhao Guo's poetry circle, and it was also because he had never failed in poetry, so he was extremely proud of himself.
This An Ding county uncle can make him take the initiative to admit defeat?
Terrible talent indeed!
Jiang Xiang recovered from the shock, looked at the manuscripts of the three poems that had been moved to an empty table aside for others to transcribe and comment on, and before the people around him recovered, he quickly passed by Two, quickly tucked into the sleeves.
The movements are very skillful.
This is the original manuscript of the poem!
It is even better than Zhao Guo's original poems, and its value is immeasurable!
If you don't get one at this time, you may be hard to find opportunities in the future!
After finishing this, Jiang Xiang looked at Xu Qing and Kuang Zhou and said, "Since the poem is one way, Zhao Guo took the initiative to admit defeat, so let's start to comment on the Ci."
Soon, a servant took away the poems from Xu Qing's table, put them on the table beside him, and began to transcribe them, and then offered them to the people present to comment on.
first song
Yu Jiaao, Qiu Si
The scenery is different in autumn, and the geese in Hengyang go without paying attention. There are sounds from all sides, and thousands of miles away, the long smoke sets and the lonely city closes.
A glass of turbid wine is home for thousands of miles, and Yan Ran has no plan to return. The Qiang pipe is long and frosty all over the ground, people can't sleep, the general's white hair is crying for his husband's tears.
The officials on the side had just finished reading, and when the civil servants were still criticizing carefully, the generals were blown up.
Although there were not many military generals in the comparison of literature and Taoism, that is, a few Confucian generals and a few high-ranking military generals, but as soon as this poem came out, it immediately aroused the sympathy of these generals present.
In particular, a cup of turbid wine is thousands of miles away, and supplies are scarce in the frontier, and the consumption of medical spirits is strictly prohibited in the Great Chu Army, so you can only drink some turbid wine to miss your hometown far away.
There is no plan for Yan Ran to return!
Where is Yan Ran?
Northern grassland!
In the Eastern Han Dynasty, Dou Xian pursued the Northern Huns and traveled more than 3,000 li, and returned to Yanran Mountain to record his meritorious service.
If Yan Ran is not restrained, it means that he has never made any achievements!
Now that the Central Plains is divided into three kingdoms and civil wars continue, how can we spare more energy to expand the territory?
The most important thing is that in the heart of Anding County Bo, attacking the Xiongnu in the north is considered a meritorious deed, not conquering Zhao and Zhou. It can be said that as soon as this poem came out, the height of Anding County Bo surpassed everyone present.
What kind of skill is infighting?
If you have the ability, do it for me, and China will expand the territory for my descendants of Yan and Huang!
This is a true hero!
Look at the vision of others!
The last sentence is "When a person cannot sleep, the general has white hair and tears from his husband!"
This sentence is probably a feeling that only the generals who have guarded the border can understand. Which soldier has not secretly wiped his tears because of homesickness when he couldn't sleep at night?
Even Old General Liu did this before!
As soon as the words came down, all the generals present couldn't help but burst into tears.
Old General Liu secretly wiped away tears all his life, and couldn't help but swear: "It's from his grandma! It's so fucking good!"
A general at the side said: "Old general, your eyes..."
Old General Liu punched him on the back: "Daddy is so fucking blinded by the sand!"
The military commander on the side immediately grinned in pain, but didn't dare to say another word, and wiped his eyes.
I don't know if it's touching or painful.
But he must not dare to move now.
In the past, poetry was the personal show of those literati and poets. In the more than 60 years of Dachu, no one has written lyrics or poems for their generals.
Today, however, Xu Qing completely stood in the position of a general, and wrote a poem, expressing the thoughts of the soldiers on the border and his longing for his hometown.
How can the generals be unmoved by this? !
Uncle Anding, after all, he is still on the side of their generals!
Old General Liu looked at Xu Qing in the Great Hall, and then said: "Grandma, if anyone says that this poem is not well written, I will unscrew his heavenly cap! Tell you! This kid will be covered by me from now on." ! Did you hear that!"
The generals on the side were all gearing up: "Old general, don't worry, whoever dares to bully the younger brother in the future, first ask our fists!"
Xu Qing also did not expect that a poem was accidentally written into the heart of the Great Chu general.
Even Long Bing'er on the side wiped away tears secretly. As the daughter of a general, although those three poems were written extremely well, they were just good in her heart.
It didn't move her too much.
But this poem was really written into her heart.
For a moment, Long Binger's eyes on Xu Qing became complicated. This person is really special.