Chapter 1018

Avoiding the crowd, Bai Shan quietly asked man Bao, "who did your fifth brother sell the Mexican chrysanthemum to?"

Man Bao carefully recalled it for a long time. "It seems to be the king of Luzhou, because yin or said that the relationship between the king of Luzhou and the king of Yizhou is good. I inquired about it in the medicine shop. The king of Luzhou seems to be very rich, so I asked my fifth brother to sell him the flowers, and the selling him is Mexican chrysanthemum."

Bai Shan nodded thoughtfully, so he couldn't help asking people quietly about the relationship between the Mo Hui Garden or the organizer of this poetry fair and the king of Luzhou.

As a result, Lu Xiaofo teased him and said, "this is a small poetry club. What does it have to do with the king of Luzhou?"

He said: "the king of Luzhou is a vassal. For the avoidance of taboos, he will not hold literary and poetry meetings abroad. At most, his family members will hold a flower feast in their own garden. We can't get into the flower feast of the king's family. "

Bai Shan looked at him and said, "aren't you a descendant of Lu? Why can't you get in?"

Lu Xiaofo laughed at himself and said, "it's just a side branch. It's the shadow of my parents to be able to enter Guozi school."

He glanced at Bai Shan and read that he was two years older than him, and they were in the same situation, so he couldn't help reminding him: "we have taken many steps ahead of others when we can enter Guozi school. You are young, so you really don't have to be in such a hurry to become an official."

Bai Shan looked up at him for a moment and nodded.

Lu Xiaofo knew at a glance that he had not followed his advice. He just smiled and didn't say much.

It's not easy to make shallow friends, but it's hard to speak deep. He can remind him that he has made friends.

Peng Zhiru walked quickly, waved to them and said, "go, go, there's a problem in the atrium. I heard that several gentlemen were invited to break the poem."

Bai Shan went with them. Man Bao had found a place to study ink, picked up his pen and wrote a poem on the paper. Bai Erlang was biting his pen in distress.

Bai Shan walked over and looked carefully at the topic hanging outside the pavilion. It was very tacky. It was about the Mid Autumn Festival.

Then he looked down at the poem made by man Bao. He nodded.

After man Bao finished writing, he handed him the pen, took out her poem, spread out a piece of white paper to him and said, "write it."

She handed her poem to Bai Erlang and asked him to hand it in. "OK, don't be embarrassed if you can't think of it. Hand it in for me quickly."

Bai Erlang took a look at her signature, wrote only one week, and asked, "why don't you write your full name?"

Man Bao looked around and sighed sadly, "poetry is not my strong point. This poem can be enjoyed together. It's better not to lose face and fight for any ranking."

Since there is no struggle for fame, it is naturally unnecessary to sign the full name.

Bai Erlang read her poem once and said, "I see. Your poem is just plain. You can't raise your name anyway. If you don't write your name, you won't write it."

"It's better than you can't even write."

Bai Erlang:

Bai Shan listened and smiled. He was silent for a long time before writing.

Mr. Zhuang said when he analyzed the poems with them that good poetry is never empty talk. Words always exist. It is impossible to produce good poetry by stacking words alone.

Real good poetry is expressing one's will and feelings. Like game theory, it needs words with substance and words with emotion to move people.

Before he came, he thought, what can happen to the Mid Autumn Festival?

It's not the moon, it's osmanthus, or the Mid Autumn Festival, which contains everything.

But he is a 13-year-old boy. What are his aspirations and feelings?

Of course, there are, but no one knows, and his writing is not very like his own meaning.

But it's much better than before.

Bai Shan touched the ink and slowly wrote

Man Bao chased Bai Erlang away. Seeing that Bai Shan had been very silent, he couldn't help but step forward and see that he was writing and discussing strategies. They had discussed privately. Bai Shan's words were meaningful, no worse than Peng Zhiru's, and his writing was better than Peng Zhiru's.

At that time, they guessed that Bai Shan was too young to fall in the second place, and he had just entered Beijing and had not made his reputation.

At that time, Peng Zhiru had visited many people in Beijing and became a little famous.

Lu Xiaofo always knew that among the three of them, Bai shancai was the strongest. He was curious about what his poem was like.