Chapter 183

Since ancient times, it has represented the highest honor of literati and has been sought after by people. How many unknown people have become famous all over the world with a good poem, even promoted to a higher rank and passed down in history.

How many people can't find a good poem all their life and regret it all their life.

Whenever there is a good poem, it will spread all over the world in the shortest time and become famous overnight. Brothel women don't entangle capital, just ask the poet to write a poem.

Liu Yong of the Song Dynasty was the most powerful one. The emperor asked him to write lyrics professionally. The brothel woman was his iron powder. He read the brothel all his life and never spent money. When he died, the whole brothel woman in Kaifeng came to see him off. The brothel woman walked with the coffin, crying bitterly. What's more, there was a man who was too sad. Die of melancholy.

Of course, there are some famous poems, but they don't know how to cherish them. But it is used in crooked ways. For example, the poem is used as an advertisement.

"The poet expresses his heart by feeling his situation, and expresses his art by feeling his emotion..."

As soon as Dr. Guozi mentioned poetry, he quoted scriptures and touted the book of songs. At the same time, he stared at Merton with a look of hatred for iron and steel, as if Merton had committed a heinous crime.

"Bang!" Dr. Guozi closed the book of songs! Anger in his eyes.

"I hope you can make some achievements by writing poems carefully. Don't be like some people who think they have a bit of talent and don't know how to cherish it. They don't know that they can't use up their talents at all times and can't regret it." Dr. Guozi pointed out.

"Hum!"

Dr. Guozi left angrily.

However, this is not the end. Merton didn't dare to look up all morning.

Every Guozijian doctor shook his head and sighed at Merton. Even Shen Hongcai, a doctor of mathematics, was filled with regret and anger. It makes Merton extremely inexplicable. If Dr. Guozi teaches the book of songs and loves poetry as his life, he can understand Dr. Guozi's mood. In other words, what's the matter with such an expression when you teach arithmetic.

"Dangdang!" the bell rang at noon. Merton was immediately pardoned. He grabbed the book and wanted to rush out.

"Stop, this road is blocked!"

Zu Mingjun, Kong huisuo and other class C supervisors immediately blocked the gate. Each one had a sinister smile. They were like wolves preying on Merton.

"What do you want? I tell you, don't mess around! You know?" Merton warned.

"Mess, I think you mess!" Kong huisuo sneered.

"Yes, do you know that I meditated for days and nights to write a good poem. What happened? When I gave my poem to the master, the master looked at it and never looked at it again." Kong huisuo denounced his history of blood and tears.

"Do you know that in order to write poetry, I recite almost all the poems of my predecessors. As a result! Up to now, I can't write poetry." Zu Mingjun said faintly, full of resentment.

"What are you? I wrote more than enough poems. As a result, you said, how many of my poems have you read!" another supervisor was so sad and angry that he turned the spearhead directly.

"Cough! I'll talk about your poetry collection later. Now the most important thing is not this..." Kong huisuo quickly changed the topic.

"Yes, yes!"

A group of State Children and prison students spoke loudly.

Suddenly, everyone glared at Merton again.

"And you? The most shameful thing is that you still use distorted poems to advertise. Today, if you don't tell us what it is, don't think of this door." Zu Mingjun said arrogantly.

"Yes, not only tell us, but also write the whole poem."

"Yes!"

Bingshe people shouted one after another.

"It's just a poem, isn't it?" Merton said weakly.

In later generations, it is common to write a crooked poem, but he underestimated the position of poetry in people's minds.

"As for it?" Zu Mingjun lengthened his voice. Although he was a child of the arithmetic family among the many national son supervisors, it did not mean that poetry was not high in his heart, or even almost the same.

"How many good poems can the whole Tang Dynasty spread in a year, so you won't write me another one." Zu Mingjun said, gritting his teeth.

"Really?" Merton couldn't help but ponder, and a bad feeling suddenly rose in warden C's heart.

"Spring sleeps without dawn..." Merton lengthened his voice.

Zu Mingjun was shocked and said that sometimes the first sentence can determine whether the poem is good or not, and it happens that this sentence is indeed a classic. Although it is simple, it has a long lasting charm.

"Mosquitoes bite everywhere, big bears come at night, and no one can run away." Merton quickly finished the remaining three sentences.

"Plop."

The whole students of C house suddenly fell down.

"Spring sleeps without dawn, mosquitoes bite everywhere, and no one can run away at night." it sounds beautiful, but the language is extremely vulgar except the first sentence.

Crooked poetry, or crooked poetry! The hearts of the people were still wailing.

"The MOH family!" bingshe all immediately gnashed their teeth,

"Come again! I don't believe you still have!" Zu Mingjun said angrily.

"The sunshine censer produced purple smoke, and Merton came to the roast duck restaurant. His saliva flowed 3000 feet. He touched his pocket and didn't bring any money."

"Poof!"

Many imperial college students immediately vomited three liters of blood. Mojiazi was addicted to playing crooked poetry, and even ridiculed himself.

Merton doesn't have money to buy roast duck. You own the Mohist Food City and pay for it.

"What else?" Kong huisuo covered his heart and said sadly and angrily. He had made enough psychological preparation to deal with any unexpected impact.

"During the Qingming Festival, it rains in succession. I'm lonely and want to break my soul. I ask where there is a bachelor. The shepherd boy points to the Mojia village from a distance."

There are many singles in Mojia village, which is a famous rumor in Chang'an city. However, with the prosperity of Mojia village, the number of singles in Mojia village has decreased sharply. I didn't expect that even Mojia village won't let go of the ridicule after Merton ridiculed himself

"Plop!"

Bingshe knelt inside and outside. At this time, bingshe had already attracted many Guozi prison students. Hearing Merton's crooked poems, it was like lightning.

"I'll spell it for you!" bingshe rushed up angrily and ravaged Merton.

Under the threat of bingshe's force, Merton just said the original poems of the three poems, but he did not say the advertising words.

"Chunxiao"

Spring sleep without dawn,

Birds sing everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain at night,

How many flowers fall. "

There is no doubt that this is indeed a good poem with far-reaching artistic conception, but compared with Merton's crooked poems, it is just a heaven and a earth.

With the obsessed people reading poems, Merton's three poems generally spread all over the Imperial College and spread to Chang'an city at a fast speed.