When Mr. Ji was very young, he was clever and naughty, and often made the teacher laugh and cry (the teacher's surname was Shi); One day, Ji Xiaolan took a little yellow bird to school to play. Just as he was having fun, Teacher Shi came in. Ji Xiaolan immediately hid the bird behind the loose brick on the wall. Teacher Shi also saw it. He pretended not to know and went to class. However, when Mr. Shi came to the wall with a poem, he suddenly pushed the brick back with his hand, and the poor bird was crushed to death. The teacher also proudly sang: "Good feathers make good birds die behind bricks."
Ji Xiaolan thought for a moment and said, "Teacher, can I give you a word?" The teacher still proudly said, "Of course." Ji Xiaolan said, "You read the finest JIA Yu bird. I'll give you the coarse-haired beast, your bricks and my stones, and then I'll be right first, and I'll die. That is: coarse-haired beasts and stones come first. "
When the teacher heard this, he knew that Ji Xiaolan was cursing him with homonym. His nose was crooked, but he was right or wrong!
Stories about Poetry II
When Yu Qian was a child, he put his hair in a bun, and a monk laughed at him: "A cow's head loves a dragon's horn." Yu Qian immediately replied, "There is never ivory in a dog's mouth." But when Yu Qian came home, he told his mother that she would comb him into a triangle immediately. When Yu Qian went out to meet the monk, the monk laughed at him again: "Triangle is like a drum rack." Yu Qian replied: "The bald head is like a hammer." The monk was speechless.
Stories about Poetry 3
Luo, a poet in the early Tang Dynasty, participated in opposing Wu Zetian, but failed to do so. He had to remain anonymous and become a monk.
On this day, a young tourist came to Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou. That's Song Wenzhi. In the evening, Song walked along the corridor between the temples and saw the bright moon in the sky and the ups and downs of wild mountains. He was full of poetry. He sang two sentences, "The vulture ridge died and the Dragon Palace was lonely", which was meaningful, but the following two sentences could not be picked up at the moment. At the end of the corridor, Song suddenly saw an old monk meditating. He stepped forward to say hello. The old monk raised his eyes and said, "I have two words-",so he sang slowly, "Watch the sea day from the building and listen to the tide in Zhejiang." After hearing this, Song was deeply moved.
Song went back to his room and savored the old monk's two witticisms. Early the next morning, he hurried to visit the old monk, but he was nowhere to be found. Wandering in despair, a young monk passed by, and Song hurried forward to ask. The monk said, "Oh, he's just."
Stories about Poetry 4
It is said that during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, there were two scholars in Guangdong who thought they were very talented, Li. They traveled together, seeing the mountains and enjoying the scenery all the way, which was very uncomfortable. I was tired and thirsty after swimming for a long time. I saw a monk in his seventies enjoying the cool in the shade in front of him, with a gourd beside him, and went forward to beg for water to drink. The old monk looked at the two men and said, What are your names? There is water, but you have to match it before you can drink it. The two scholars readily agreed and introduced themselves as Li and Song. Hearing this, the old monk embedded their surnames in couplets and said that Mr. Li Songer was a wooden foot. After hearing this, the two scholars laughed at themselves when they saw the couplets, but they didn't get them right for a long time. Not only did they have no water to drink, but they got bored and left.
Stories about poetry 5
Qing Qianlong held a birthday party for his mother in Wang Hanlin and asked Ji Xiaolan to make an impromptu birthday speech. Lao Ji didn't refuse, but blurted out in front of a room full of guests: "This woman is not human." Wang Hanlin was very embarrassed when the old lady heard her face change. Lao Ji unhurriedly read the second sentence: "Nine fairies descended to earth." Suddenly the audience became active and praised, and the old lady turned anger into joy. Lao Ji then read the third sentence: "Give birth to a son to be a thief." All the guests became speechless and joy turned into embarrassment. Lao Ji shouted the fourth sentence: "I stole Xiantao and gave it to my mother." Everyone cheered at once.