Wang Wei was drinking happily and his poetry was full of poetry, so he stood up and recited: "The East City wine is worth ten thousand, and Chang'an has been a long time. The spirit of meeting is for you, and he is a horse, a tall building, and a weeping willow."

After hearing this, everyone applauded. Meng Haoran stood up and said, "Mojie's poem describes the spirit and heroic spirit of the young man in Chang'an City. Now the wine table is the two young men, so they should drink and poem to cheer up!"

In order to attend today's banquet, Zhou Chengzhi worked at home for several days. At this time, he stood up and wrote a poem: "He was born in the Yulinlang of the Han Dynasty. He first followed the cavalry to fight in Yuyang. Who knew that he would not suffer in the border court, and even if he died, he still heard the fragrance of chivalrous roots." However, it was about the ideals and ambitions of a young man who joined the army and served the country after he became an adult, and was also full of chivalrous spirit and heroism.

Although Yan Tingzhi was not famous for his poems, he was also a Jinshi. He applauded the performance of Dalang of the Zhou family, so he raised his glass and said, "Congratulations to Brother Cuncheng for the Qilinlang raised by Dalang. Dalang's heroic spirit is so arrogant and energetic, and it is indeed extraordinary! I heard that Erlang improvised a poem in Old Man Sun's clinic a few days ago, and it has spread throughout Chang'an. It is very popular. Today, Erlang also wrote a poem. Let's hear it first!"

Zhou Chengye complained secretly, he was really afraid that he would come to whatever he wanted. In just a moment, it was his turn to write poetry. He was not afraid that the group of people who came today would eat poor Chen Ji, nor was he afraid that they would drink poor Chen Ji, but he was afraid that everyone would force himself to write poetry, because the Tang and Song lyrics he remembered in his mind were limited. If one poem today and one poem tomorrow, his reputation would increase very quickly. The problem is that when it is unsustainable, wouldn’t it be that the skills of the banish donkey were exhausted and Jiang Lang had no talent?

Seeing a group of great people staring at him with great anticipation, Zhou Chengye made up his mind and didn't care what to do in the future. He would deal with today first.

Zhou Chengye raised his glass and said to the old grandpa and uncles present: "Chengye is talented and knowledgeable. I recently wrote a poem that I have made a bad name here."

Zhang Jiuling, who knew Zhou Chengye's background, felt nervous for a while after hearing this. He was really afraid that his godson would not be able to "show off his ugly faces" this time, so he directly wrote an unparalleled new poem. Wouldn't that make the faces of the old generation have nowhere to put them?

There is not a single Bai Ding on the table, but they are all aware of the things. Whose poem is better? Everyone feels like a mirror in their hearts.

Zhou Chengye recited: "A new song of wine is a glass of wine, last year's weather is old pavilions. When will the sunset come back? Helplessly, the flowers fall, and the swallows return like familiarity. The fragrance of the small garden lingers alone."

After he finished reciting, no one applauded him or praised him.

But why? Just because Zhou Chengye’s top priority today is to make Zhang Jiuling stand out, he dared not expose the super famous works about wine such as Li Bai’s “About Wine”, Du Fu’s “The Eight Immortals Drinking”, Bai Juyi’s “Push to Drink”, Du Mu’s “Bai Qinhuai”. Such a top-notch work will make anyone feel more stressful after hearing this.

In order to please, Zhou Chengye stole the song "Huanxisha" by Yan Shu, a native of Song Dynasty. It made people think it was quite good, but it was neither long nor short, and only six sentences were left. Moreover, the pauses of the sentences had nothing to do with regulated verses. This did not seem crude, nor did it make people think it was a good poem.

Zhang Jiuling carefully recalled the six poems that Zhou Chengye had just recited just now, and was also puzzled. He found that although Zhou Chengye only read six sentences, the third sentence was obviously in line, and the sixth sentence was like this. Although it was not very neat, it was definitely not a bad work. Although poetry focused on rhythm and parallelism, artistic conception always ranked first.

"The flowers fall helplessly, and the swallows return like familiarity. These two sentences are excellent. Erlang needs to work harder in the future!" There was no way, so Zhang Jiuling said such a slander. He didn't say much or say anything bad, but it was somewhat similar to the strange feeling in the hearts of others.

In the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the metric was popular, and this song did not become popular until more than three hundred years later in the Song Dynasty.

After Zhou Chengye got through this hurdle, he quickly got up and raised his glass and said, "I heard for a long time that Mr. Xiangyang has first-class poetry and essays. Why not write a poem today to help you enjoy it!"

Meng Haoran was frustrated when he was seeking an official position in Chang'an. He was very upset. He had the opportunity to show his talent in front of everyone today, so he would naturally not be polite. Even if Zhou Chengye did not get up to invite him, he would look for opportunities to show his feelings in front of Mr. Zhang and He Zhizhang.

Meng Haoran stood up and chanted: "The level of the August Lake is in the depths of the emptiness and the clearness of the emptiness. The air steeps in the clouds and the waves shake Yueyang City. If you want to save the boats and oars, you will be ashamed of the wise and wise as a wise man. Those who sit and watch the fishing fish will only envy the fish."

Experts can tell if this poem is available as soon as they take action. Meng Haoran has carefully carved this poem for several years, and now it is recited in front of the leaders of the literary world of the Tang Dynasty. It really has a magnificent atmosphere.

As Meng Haoran's friend, Wang Wei also likes to travel through mountains and rivers. After listening to this poem, he couldn't help but stand up and sighed: "Brother Haoran, you have written a good poem! I think that the poems of Dongting Lake from ancient times to the present should be the best of Mr. Xiangyang's poem!"

Zhang Jiuling and He Zhizhang and other old-generations also nodded and agreed with Wang Wei's evaluation.

He Zhizhang thanked everyone for their appreciation. After drinking a full drink with everyone, he turned to Zhang Jiuling and said, "Please give me advice!"

There are no people who write poems on the seat, and now only Zhang Jiuling and He Zhizhang are left. Yan Tingzhi and Zhou Ziliang are not famous for their poetry and prose, and the others have no conflicts with them, so they will definitely not make things difficult for them. Zhang Jiuling knew that He Laoqiu had real skills. Even if he made a good article at this time, He Laoqiu would not lose his finale later, so he stopped refusing and even stood up to recite his own new work:

"The bright moon grows on the sea, and the ends of the world share this time.

The lover complains about the long night, and the lovesickness arose in the evening.

The candle is filled with pity and the light is filled with dew, and the clothes are covered with dew.

I can't bear the gift from you, and I'll dream of a happy period."

When Zhou Chengye heard Zhang Jiuling chanting the first sentence "Looking at the Moon and Far Away", he couldn't help but pat his thighs and silently recited them with his idol in his heart. Judging from the poems and essays made by everyone, Lao Zhang's poem has undoubtedly reached its peak, which makes people feel a sense of lightness and arousal like a soul leaving his body after hearing it.

Everyone in the class was moved and attracted by the poem by Mr. Zhang. Everyone forgot to drink and pick up food, and read it over and over again in their mouths and hearts.

Seeing that no one dared to comment on this poem, He Zhizhang laughed, then stood up and said, "I am so dazzling that I can't beat you. Today I won't write poems and show ugly things. I will explain Jiuling's new work just now!"
Chapter completed!