It was cold and light snow in the Kaiyuan period of the Tang Dynasty. Wang Changling, Gao Shi and Wang Zhihuan met among the friends of Kaiyuan poets. Because of the cold weather, everyone doesn't show up very much. Wang Wei may be in the villa of Wangchuan Mountain Villa, Li Bai is not online, and Du Fu is still worried about finding a job. Only these poets are online and meet each other. Since it is snowy, entertainment activities are nothing more than poetry, snow appreciation and drinking.
Wang Changling: Lao Gao, it's snowing. Do you have an appointment?
Gao Shi: Meng Meng Da, let's find a place to drink.
Wang Changling: I participated in a group purchase, and there is a good flag pavilion. I'm going.
The owner of Qiting jumped out, made a smiling face, and made a seductive gesture: MengMengda, our Qiting has a parking space, and there is a discount for parking.
Wang Changling and Gao Shi make expressions at the same time: Go together, go together.
Wang Zhihuan jumps out: I'm also invited.
Gao Shi: ok, let's temporarily set up a flag pavilion for dinner, and I'll add you two.
when we arrived at the flag pavilion, a group of singers from the literary and art circles also came. White snowflakes are flying all over the sky, covering the mountains and rivers of the Tang Dynasty. The experts in the literary world and the experts in the art world are interacting, and the content of the interaction is their own products. As the saying goes, scholars despise each other, and they say that there is no first place in literature and no second place in martial arts. Although these three great poets are polite to each other, they will never forget to compare the heights.
Wang Changling: Come, come, come, let's hold a good poetry contest in the Tang Dynasty.
Gao Shi gave a grin: How?
Wang Changling: There are so many masters in the art world of the Tang Dynasty present. They shall prevail. Whoever sings the most poems by them will win the prize.
Wang Zhihuan buried himself in drinking and only gave a smiling expression.
the game begins, the first round. The first singer who went on stage played the lute and sang, "It's cold and rainy, and it's night in Wu, and it's plain and clear to see off the guests in Chu Mountain. If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, a piece of ice heart is in the jade pot. " Wang Changling made a gesture of victory, adding thirty-six praises, and then announced in the group: Give in, Lao Wang won the first round.
The second singer, who also plucked the strings, sang, "Open your eyes with tears, and see your book the day before yesterday. Why is the night platform lonely? It is still a cloud house. " Gao Shi made a victory gesture, even adding 36 praises, and then announced in the group: "Give in, in the second round, Lao Gao won."
In the third round, the singer went on stage and sang with emotion: "Let the broom open the golden palace, and let the fan wander for a while.". Jade is not as beautiful as Western jackdaw's, but she still brings the shadow of Zhaoyang. " Wang Changling couldn't hold his breath. He made three winning gestures and added 36 praises. Then he spoke in the group: "I won the third round."
Wang Zhihuan's face would hang, and he gave a crying expression.
Wang Changling: Calm down, Brother Wang.
Gao Shi: Brother Wang, I support you. You are the best.
Wang Zhihuan: The rules of the game have to be changed. Just now, these singers are all unknown people whose names can't be found on the charts, and they all sing about the lower Liba people who can't get on the table. The quantity can't explain the quality.
Wang Changling Gao Shi: Hey, is Wang Zhihuan a little crazy?
Gao Shihui: Look.
Wang Zhihuan continues to speak in the group: We must find a first-line singer and see whose songs she sings. If she chooses to sing your songs, I will automatically get out of Kaiyuan poets' group and go home to farm. If she chooses to sing my songs, I'm sorry, and I'll take your knees.
Wang Changling and Gao Shi both made an expression of approval.
So, a first-line singer recognized by Kaiyuan poets was invited to the group. The singer plucked the strings and played the piano, and began to sing: "The Yellow River is far away among the white clouds, and it is a lonely city, Wan Ren Mountain. Why should the flute blame the willows, and the spring breeze will not pass Yumenguan. " Wang Zhihuan gave a cheering expression, even a splash screen, followed by 36 praises, and then said, What's up, guys? I'm not bragging. Let me take your knees. Wang Changling and Gao Shi both made a worship expression.
The singers don't understand. You look at me and I see you. I think these three guests are incredibly crazy. Are they possessed? The general manager of Qiting hurriedly came out to introduce: "These three are big coffee in today's poetry circles, and their fans are all millions. Please worship Wang Changling, Wang Zhihuan and Gao Shi." When I met the male god in the poetry circle, everyone refused to let go. It was inevitable to sign a drink, so a literary carnival began again. "The third son followed it and got drunk."
(Note: The above interesting stories in the circle of friends come from Collection of Different Stories written by Xue Yong-wei in the Tang Dynasty, and the scenes and dialogues between characters have been processed and modified to some extent. )