Bai Chongwu took it and took a look, only to see written on the papyrus——

"I am fortunate to be invited to the old lady's ninetieth birthday banquet. I have nothing left to live in, but I can only offer a birthday poem to repay my host's favor."

"The love between parents is the most sincere in the world. Their tears and blood melt into their children. They work hard to give birth to their children. I pity the hearts of all parents in the world."

"Zhu Guoxiang and his son Zhu Ming pay their respects."

To be honest, Cixi's poem is a complete mess except for the last sentence.

Putting aside the changes in pronunciation in the past dynasties, even if it were placed in the Qing Dynasty, according to the Beijing Mandarin at that time, this poem was "lost", that is, there was a big problem with the flat and oblique format.

Although Bai Chongwu never passed the imperial examination, he had read the Eight Classics seriously.

After reading the first three sentences, he frowned and felt it hurt his eyes. When he read the fourth sentence, he suddenly smiled.

There is no fourth sentence, it is called loss of stickiness, a limerick.

With the fourth sentence, it is called Aojue, turning decay into magic.

In terms of poetry creation, rules can be broken in terms of level, contrast, and rhyme. People in the Tang Dynasty were the least particular about it, while people in the Song Dynasty were more particular about it. For a period of time, poets in the Ming Dynasty deliberately tried to imitate the laxity of the Tang people in order to restore their style.

Taking the tissue paper to the main table, Bai Erlang held it in both hands and said, "Grandma, look at it."

Mrs. Bai also went to school, but her knowledge was not high, and limericks were just in line with her appreciation level.
Chapter completed!