The author of Lin Zhibai's poem is Bai Juyi.

To be precise, this is a poem written by Bai Juyi to Liu Yuxi.

The brilliance of this poem is that the three images of "green ant wine", "little stove" and "twilight snow" are separated and viewed in isolation. They are dull and have no charm. They are all ordinary things, but when these three

The images were incorporated into the overall structure by Bai Juyi, or in other words, when these three images are connected, they directly form a vivid and colorful picture with blended scenes.

And if you add the last sentence "If you can drink a glass of nothing", it will be even more sublime in an instant.

Because this sentence is actually a spoken word. The use of spoken word at the end of the poem not only adds to the charm of the whole poem, giving it an ethereal and swaying beauty, the lingering sound is wonderful, but also creates a situation and leaves people with endless imagination.

The space not only overflows with warmth, but also has a sense of human touch.

Let's put it this way.

Other literati wrote about snow or plum blossoms.

But Lin Zhibai wrote about fireworks in the world.

From the perspective of the conception of his work, Lin Zhibai is directly superior to others, and his poem is more suitable for the occasion than simply chanting plum blossoms or chanting snow. After all, most literati are cooking wine in the hall and bragging.

Therefore, all the literati present turned pale!

Yun Lan came back to her senses after a few seconds and commented carefully: "This five unique poem is very interesting. Through the description of the drinking environment and the weather outside, it repeatedly exaggerates the drinking atmosphere, which naturally leads to the last sentence. The language of the entire poem

It is concise and subtle, and the writing is full of charm. Please come in, Teacher Baidi."

Lin Zhibai entered the hall.

Then Zhou Tai read a poem and followed him into it, sitting next to Lin Zhibai.

The literati in the hall were already whispering to each other.

"The more I read this poem, the more I find it remarkable."

"Read the whole poem, the words are simple and the feelings are deep, the words are short and the taste is long."

"Discovering poetry in life and refining the poetry in life with your heart are the most touching aspects of this poem."

"The color combination of green wine, red stove and white snow is even more exquisite."

"The poem at the door is a bit of a play on words. It doesn't necessarily mean how talented he is. It can only be said that the White Emperor is somewhat witty, but this poem is by no means as simple as wit."

"Oh, you are exaggerating."

"Bai Di is not good, but Teacher Xiao Ji's song is better."

"that is!"

"Besides, Teacher Xiao Ji was the first one to come in. Although Bai Di's poem is good, it took longer to brew. It took him a long time to come in."

Time dragged on for too long?

Zhou Tai frowned when he heard these words.

Writing poetry is not a match. When everyone compares the quality of works, just compare the quality. Why should we compete with who writes faster and who gets started first?

Ji Quantai’s song is indeed good too.

However, who knows if Ji Quantai created it on the spot or if it was written in advance?

On the contrary, Bai Di's poem is very suitable for the occasion. No one doubts that he wrote it in advance, because each line of the poem is about the current situation.

And in the live broadcast room.

When Lin Zhibai's poem came out, Bai Di's fans became excited, but some people also became unhappy!

"Holy shit!"

“This poem is awesome!”

"I really like the sentence at the end, can you have a drink?"

"Didn't many people question Bai Di's unworthiness to participate in poetry competitions before? They also suspected that he couldn't write poetry. What do they say now?"

"Bai Di has written two poems, both of which are of very high quality. I feel they are better than Ji Quantai's works!"

"You dare to touch Ji Quantai just now?"

"Ji Quantai is the number one person of the young generation!"

"The quality is okay, but the content is too ordinary. Ji Quantai's poem is more powerful!"

"Don't forget that Ji Quantai was the first one to enter, and the poems came right out of his mouth!"

"Ji Quantai has already won in terms of creative speed!"

…

Lin Zhibai was naturally unaware of the various discussions on the Internet. At this time, he had already sat down to warm his wine.

It is said to be ancient green ant wine, but it has been modified in modern times. Lin Zhibai took a few sips and felt that it tasted quite good.

Maybe it's because I don't drink enough.

Lin Zhibai feels that this kind of rice wine suits him very well.

Yun Lan, Mrs. Zhao and other poets also sat down one after another. Everyone drank wine and the conversation became more and more interesting.

At this moment.

Huang Yulou, president of the Qinzhou Writers Association, suddenly smiled and said: "Today's poetry meeting, everyone has written so many poems praising snow and praising plum blossoms, but when it comes to praising plum blossoms, I remember that Teacher Zhao is particularly good at this, so why not come today too?"

How about the last one?”

Teacher Zhao is Mrs. Zhao.

The four people with the highest status in today's poetry club are Jiang He, Huang Yulou, Yun Lan and Mrs. Zhao.

The first three all hold official positions, and Mrs. Zhao is the oldest and most senior, and is considered a highly respected celebrity in the industry.

Hearing what Huang Yulou said, Mrs. Zhao said: "Since Chairman Huang invites me, I will show my shame..."

There was a pause.

Mrs. Zhao read: "People come and go in the land of fragrant flowers, and birds hang upside down in the wind. The boundless plum blossoms complement each other, and the twilight slants horizontally in the cold and quiet room."

Everyone tasted it carefully and felt that it was exquisite.

Mrs. Zhao's poems about plum blossoms are really good.

Lin Zhibai also nodded. Mrs. Zhao's poem was indeed very good. Although her poems were copied from the great masters in her previous life, her appreciation ability was not bad and her reading comprehension was perfect.

For a moment, everyone was praising him.

Huang Yulou also nodded repeatedly and said: "Among the great poets in Qinzhou literary world, there are two female gentlemen who are the most admirable. One of them is Teacher Zhao. By chance, the other one is also here today. How about writing a poem too?"

?”

Huang Yulou looked at Yun Lan with a smile.

Among the famous female poets in Qinzhou, one is Mrs. Zhao and the other is Yun Lan.

Yun Lan is younger than Mrs. Zhao, but as the president of the Poetry Association, how can she not be good enough?

Yes.

Yun Lan did not refuse, but just smiled and said: "It rarely snows in my hometown, but plum blossoms are common, so I prefer today's falling snow to plum blossoms."

Finished.

Yun Lan opened her mouth and read: "The north wind blows the snow, and I travel thousands of miles to the plum garden. I gather on Jun Yao's platform, and two couplets are flying in front of me."

This is a poem about snow.

Lin Zhibai took a closer look at it and secretly admired it. Yun Lan's level was not inferior to that of Mrs. Zhao. One of them sang plum blossoms and the other sang snow. Their works were both quite amazing.

“What a poem!”

Huang Yulou applauded: "They are indeed the two most accomplished female poets in Qinzhou literary world!"

Everyone also praised him one after another.

Even Ji Quantai said loudly: "These two poems by the two teachers, one praising snow and the other praising plum blossoms, are equally divided!"

And amid the admiration.

Suddenly someone said: "Speaking of which, all of us here are old friends in the industry. There is only one new friend here today, and that is our teacher Bai Di."

Lin Zhibai was drinking.

Hearing the sound, he looked up and saw a woman in her forties looking at her with a smile on her face.

Seeing that Lin Zhibai didn't seem to recognize him, Zhou Tai took the initiative and said:

"Teacher An An, what do you think?"

Lin Zhibai suddenly realized that it was that An An.

This woman and Alei were in the same group, and they had been involved in the previous couplet scoldings on the Internet. Lin Zhibai had some impressions. At this time, she suddenly mentioned that she was clearly not well-intentioned.

really.

Teacher An'an said the next moment: "Since Teacher Bai Di is a new friend, how about expressing some more opinions on poetry? Let's talk about Mrs. Zhao's poem about pomegranate flowers and President Yun's poem about praising snow. Which one does Teacher Bai Di think?
To be continued...