"What, what does pretending mean?"
Kong Rong and Mi Zhu were confused, staring at Bai Ren with their own big eyes, who was smiling.
"It's a pretense.
This is our custom there.
Every time before writing a poem, you have to do a pretense before you can complete the poem."
Bai Ren looked at the surprised looks on their faces and thought for a while. , so he said nonsensical nonsense to them.
"Pretending to be cool, this is really vivid."
Mi Zhu looked at Bai Ren's calm expression, as if he was telling the truth, so he touched his beard and looked at Bai Ren, nodding.
After Bai Ren heard Mi Zhu's words, he looked at Mi Zhu in surprise and almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.
You can eat this food as much as you want, but you can't say anything casually.
If you don't understand, don't pretend to understand.
"Okay, you guys should stop complimenting each other like this, Bai Zifu, just write a poem with the theme of "Peasant One"."
Kong Rong looked at Mi Zhu praising the white man so much that he looked at her with a somewhat unsightly expression. they said.
After listening to Kong Rong's words, Bai Ren began to look pensive.
He thought about the literary form in the late Eastern Han Dynasty.
The literary form in the late Eastern Han Dynasty seemed to be dominated by Yuefu poetry.
Secondly, fu and five-character poetry were also popular in this era.
Bai Ren thought about it for a while, but still Decided to plagiarize a poem in the form of a five character poem.
"What's wrong, are you still pretending now?"
Kong Rong looked at Bai Ren who had been thinking deeply, thinking that he was still brewing, and said to Bai Ren using the customs of Bai Ren's hometown.
"Yes, please listen to me."
After thinking about it, the white man finally thought of the poem that needed to be plagiarized.
He raised his head and looked at Kong Rong looking at him with an unhappy expression.
Bai Ren also said something unkind to Kong Rong.
"It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat drips from the soil.
Who knows how hard it is to eat every grain on the plate, Master Kong?"
Bai Ren didn't hesitate and read the poem he thought of directly to Kong Rong.
The surroundings fell silent immediately.
Mi Zhu looked at Bai Ren in surprise.
He did not expect that Bai Ren could actually compose a poem.
Although his attainments in poetry were not very high, after listening to this poem, he felt that it was The poem is still easy to understand and contains philosophy.
As the 19th generation grandson of Confucius, Kong Rong listened to Bai Ren's poem and looked at Bai Ren with a somewhat surprised expression.
Although he admitted that the poem was very easy to understand and contained philosophy, the vocabulary and rhetoric in it seemed to be very ordinary. , which is very inconsistent with Kong Rong’s literary views.
Kong Long believed that a good poem should have a broad and majestic momentum and graceful rhetoric.
However, Bai Rennian’s poem, although it has connotations, is not at all It is in line with Kong Rong’s literary view.
"Zifu, your poem is very good, enough to be passed down through the ages."
Standing next to him, he said to Bai Ren with a look of joy on his face.
Bai Ren was just about to be humble and shook his head modestly at Mi Zhu, when Kong Rong's stern voice came in front of him.
"This is too ordinary, too ordinary, what kind of real poetry is this?"
Kong Rong looked at Bai Ren with a serious face and said to Bai Ren in a bad tone.
Oh my gosh, this Kong Rong is awesome.
This famous poem that has been passed down through the ages is actually in his mouth.
It is so unworthy of mention.
Bai Ren thinks that Kong Rong is a bit too fake.
If dinosaurs are placed in the present In society, he must be a famous expert-level figure on TV.
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"I wonder what kind of poem Mr.
Kong thinks is a good poem?"
Bai Ren looked at the arrogant Kong Rong with a somewhat silent expression, and asked in a bad tone.
"Really good poetry requires gorgeous words, magnificent momentum, and the accumulation and precipitation of many poems.
Only in this way can we make truly good poetry.
As for the poem you just made, although the truth is easy to understand, I am still not satisfied.
"Kong Rong said to Bai Ren with a serious face and a very calm tone.
After listening to Kong Rong's words, Bai Ren began to complain in his heart: It's noon on the day of hoeing.
Isn't this a gorgeous phrase?
The word "hoe" is used at noon on the day of hoeing.
I still can't write such a rare word.
Isn't it magnificent at noon on the day of hoeing?
I have read 300 Tang poems for more than ten years.
Don't I have accumulated more poems than you, Kong Rong?
"Zifu, don't be angry, don't be angry."
Mi Zhu looked at Bai Ren's unhappy expression and felt that Bai Ren was about to get angry, so he stepped forward and patted Bai Ren's chest, admonishing Bai Ren.
"Get out of the way, I'm going to show off."
Bai Ren looked at Kong Rong's disdainful and mocking eyes, looked at Mi Zhu who was concerned about him, pulled away from Mi Zhu, and said very domineeringly.
"Forget it, you can write whatever you want this time.
As long as you can write a poem that satisfies me, I will admit that you are talented."
Kong Rong looked at Bai Ren with some disdain.
He thought that a boy from a humble family like Bai Ren could not do anything like this.
There is no poetry that is rich in rhetoric, rich in content, and magnificent in momentum.
Bai Ren looked at Kong Rong, who had a look of disdain in front of him.
Since you said so, don't blame me for being ruthless.
At this time, white people are like Li Bai, Du Fu and other poetry saints.
Even if Qu Yuan is reincarnated, he will not be able to stop him from pretending.
Forced.
"This poem is the most proud work of my life, Mr.
Kong, you must listen carefully."
Bai Ren suddenly remembered a very beautiful poem he wrote in high school, and this poem was very beautifully written.
It can be said that It is unprecedented and unprecedented.
Bai Ren relied on the strength of nine cows and two tigers to memorize this poem.
However, although the hard work back then was not rewarded in the college entrance examination, now he finally has a chance to reward it. .
"Oh, is it still the best poem in your life?"
Kong Rong looked at Bai Ren's confident look and asked Bai Ren disdainfully.
"Master Kong, you are wrong.
The best poem I write will always be the next one."
Bai Ren looked at Kong Rong's disdainful look and thought in his heart that he had to pretend to be cool to the end, so he used this pretense.
He said to Kong Rong in a tone of voice.
"Then read to me the poem you think is the best," Kong Rong said with an unkind expression as he saw Bai Ren pretending to be self-conscious.
At this time, the white man raised his face slightly upward and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.
He also raised one hand high, parallel to his face.
The other hand touched his chest, and his face began to look sad. , began to read in a cadence: "The tide of the Spring River reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon rises together on the sea.
The waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the Spring River.
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The bright river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like snowflakes."
When Kong Rong heard the first line of the poem read by Bai Ren, he was completely blown away.
This was a completely new form of poetry, different from five-character poems, but higher than five-character poems.
Kong Rong was shocked to see Bai Ren's sad face.
He looked at Bai Ren in disbelief.
Could such a beautiful sentence be written by someone who looks like a gangster like you?
Mi Zhu, who was beside Bai Ren, was completely immersed in the beautiful artistic conception of this poem.
Bai Ren suddenly felt that his hand raised high was a little numb.
He had not finished reading the poem, and the pretense was still going on.
The revolution had not yet succeeded, and comrades still needed to work hard.
So Bai Ren put his hand on his with a normal expression. chest, and raised the other hand that was originally placed on the chest high.
Kong Rong looked at Bai Ren's posture, and it seemed that he wanted to be shameless, so he listened carefully to Bai Ren's poem below.
At this time, Bai Ren also got stuck.
He was halfway through reciting it, and when he was getting ready to show off, he actually forgot what was written behind the poem, and immediately stood there, maintaining his original movements without saying a word.
"Brother Zifu, what a poem, what a poem, what a poem!"
Mi Zhu looked at Bai Ren's appearance and thought that the white man had finished reading all the poems, and he only needed to praise him for Bai Ren to return to his original state. , be more humble.
Bai Ren looked at the surprised look on Mi Zhu's face and the shocked look on Kong Rong's face.
Bai Ren thought to himself that he must finish reading this poem, otherwise he would not be able to pretend to be so cool. , and I only recited this part of the poem I read.
Although this part of the poem is better, it has not yet become a masterpiece that will be handed down from generation to generation or that will shock the world.
"I suddenly thought of something that can be applied to this poem.
Please let me think about it."
Bai Ren put down his hand with a normal expression.
At this time, his fair face had turned a little dark, but he still pretended to have a normal expression. said
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