Chapter 410

"I know it's very easy for you to write poems, so this poem also has special requirements!"

Han Yuanyun then said: "this poem should be special and novel, sincere and full of implication If you do well, your two lovely wives will come out of the house. "

"If you can't do it well, that's not necessarily the case."

Her voice fell, and Wang Kang was lost in thought.

He is really thinking, not to live this "do not know, and continue to listen."

Read slowly and think back on the soft look in your eyes in the past,

think back on their heavy shadows in the past;

Wang Kang recited two sentences again, which made people's eyes even more puzzled.

Now it's certain that this is a poem style that has never been seen before, vaguely like, but not like,

"ha ha, it's also called poetry, it's just nonsense," Su Cheng laughs.

How many people love you when you are young and happy,

they admire your beauty, hypocritically or sincerely,

only one person loves your pilgrim soul,

they love the painful wrinkles on your aging face;

Wang Kang ignores the disturbance nearby and reads several sentences, which immediately makes everyone feel confused, with a feeling of Indescribability ！

Four sentences in a row, in an instant, make the emotion get sublimation!

He hung down his head and, beside the glowing red stove,

spoke plaintively about the disappearance of love,

on the mountain above his head, he walked slowly,

hidden his face among a group of stars.

Here, the whole poem is finished, but people are dull, as if they are immersed in the scene described in the poem.

These words, very straightforward, but also very obscure, the feelings expressed, also very sincere.

When you are old

This in itself is a very good entry point, simple and warm, a few words, but people's eyes, there is such a picture.

In winter with snowflakes,

two old people with white hair and wrinkled face, Nestle in front of the fireplace

The sense of picture is quite strong.

But the only thing that people don't realize is that it doesn't seem to be poetry, because there has never been such a poetic style.

What's more, in these words, what's written is too straightforward. I write love directly.

In ancient times, it was very implicit and feudal. This kind of writing, in the eyes of some conservative people, was beyond ceremony!

In the presence of some scholars and scholars, are frowning, Su Tai is even more so!

But after all, it was Wang Kang's wedding day, and they were restrained.

"What kind of poem is this?" Han Yuanyun asked.

"Modern poetry," Wang Kang did not lift his head. He knew that such poetry would not be understood in this era.

First of all, it's straightforward. It's too straightforward. It's a direct expression of love, which many people can't accept. Then there's this special form

In fact, this is already implicit.

This is a modern poem. It's quite famous in the previous life. When you are old

Let's not talk about the present, let's talk about the old age, but also write Wang Kang's own ideas, since the choice, it should be like this

Therefore, he doesn't care about other people's opinions. He doesn't need everyone to understand

After one song was finished, Wang Kang did not stop writing, but also recited while writing

A flowering tree,

"a flowering tree, is this the topic that Master Kang wants to write?"

"How can a tree blossom? Isn't it a lie?"

How to let you meet me

in my most beautiful moment

for this

I have been praying in front of the Buddha for 500 years

Wang Kang wrote very slowly and recited very seriously, but this sentence made people feel dizzy and numb.

In particular, Korean rhyme, Luo Jiao several women, it is unbelievable to look at Wang Kang.

A few simple sentences, but the perfect expression of feelings.

Ask it to let us have a relationship with each other.

the Buddha turns me into a tree and grows on the side of the road you must pass.

Wang Kang goes on, his voice is low And he wrote very slowly.

"If you can't write it, you can't write it. What is this? It's just gibberish. Even the basic rhyme of poetry doesn't exist..." Su Cheng said.

"It will come to an end. Wang Kang can't write poetry at all!"

"A few months ago, when Hua Kui was running for election, he wrote ten beautiful poems in a row. From this point of view, it must have been written by someone else."

An obvious Confucian said, "the artistic conception he wrote is really good, but it's too disrespectful. His poems pay attention to metaphor, but what he wrote is too straightforward..."

"What love, please, it's against etiquette and law!" Li Huizhen finally said.

"It's still a poem. It's just a piece of fiction..."

Some people, on the contrary, naturally like it."I think it's good. It's enough to show Master Kang's feelings for his wife!"

"Although the poems written by Master Kang are contrary to the traditional poems, they express the same emotions and have a profound artistic conception..."

"It must have been initiated by young master Kang. Maybe after this big marriage, it will spread to Yangzhou and form a new style of poetry!"

"It's really wonderful. If anyone can write this song for me, I will never die..."

All the women present were confused and intoxicated.

The sun is full of flowers carefully

blossoming is my hope in previous life

when you approach

please listen carefully

the trembling leaves are my waiting enthusiasm

and you finally walk past the friends who have fallen behind you, that is not the petals

it is my withered heart

Wang Kang has finally finished writing, and the whole scene is silent,

all of them are ignored Moved by a fresh and beautiful poem

If I were a flowering tree, it would have been thousands of years since I started to blossom one season after another

At this time, the doors of the two houses in the courtyard opened at the same time, from which two figures came out