boyutpedia Chapter 120 Good Poetry
Chapter 120 Good Poetry
Deng Yi, however, was writing intently. When he finished, he picked it up and said, "Sir, is that so?"
"Yes! Miss, your handwriting is so beautiful!"
Liu Zhao admired in his heart that Deng Yi's handwriting was very beautiful.
It is a bit slender, and somewhat similar to the later "Slender Gold" style.
"That's a good poem, sir!" Deng Yi looked at the verses he had written. "What's the name of this poem?"
"Ah! Never thought about it!" said Liu Zhao.
"What a shame! How about I write a poem for you?"
"Thank you, miss!"
That’s perfect!
Deng Yi almost wrote three words next to it without thinking: It's hard to meet.
"Good!" Liu Zhao had to admire Deng Yi.
Deng Yi didn't say anything, but wrote it down on another piece of paper.
I wrote the title first: White Head.
Word by word: As white as the snow in the mountains, as bright as the moon in the clouds, I wish to find a devoted person who will stay with me until we are old.
"I wish to find a like-minded person, and we will be together till old age!"
Liu Zhao was completely stunned. Isn't this a line from a song that is often sung in ringtones in later generations?
This!
It’s really hard to explain!
"Sir, what do you think?"
"Good! It's a really good poem!"
Liu Zhao admired from the bottom of his heart, but he was also a little shocked.
"How about giving it to you, sir, if you don't mind?"
"Give it to me! Of course!" Liu Zhao was completely confused. What was going on?
What does this poem mean?
Could it be that she really likes me?
Deng Yi gently rolled up the paper, wrapped it with a silk thread, and handed it to Liu Zhao.
Liu Zhao hurriedly caught it and gently put it aside.
"Sir, besides studying, what do you do for a living?"
Deng Yi must have believed by now that Liu Zhao was talented, especially the two lines: "The silkworm will not stop spinning silk until it dies, and the candle will not stop shedding tears until it turns into ashes"!
"Do some small business at home!"
Lying came naturally to Liu Zhao.
"Then why don't you learn to write fu?"
"Those poems are difficult to understand, and their language is flowery. I run a family business, so I don't have time to learn them!"
"If you don't write poems, then I can't recommend you. Don't you want to be an official?"
"In no mood!"
"That's rare!" Deng Yi nodded. "Sir, don't you wish to become an official and rise to prominence?"
"In no mood!"
"All scholars in the world are proud to study and become officials, but you are special. Can you let me know the reason?"
"Officials should care about the people and benefit the people during their tenure. But now, there are corrupt, incompetent and mediocre officials everywhere. I have no background and no ability, so I don't want to enter the official career!"
"What you said, sir, is a bit of a generalization. Not all officials in this world are incompetent or mediocre!" Deng Yi disagreed.
"Miss, you are right!"
This was not a debate in the first place. Liu Zhao could not and did not need to argue.
"Although you haven't written any fu, your poems are profound and moving. If you want to be an official, you might as well give it a try!"
"What do you mean, miss?"
"What I mean is, if you're willing to be an official, I can talk to Grandpa about it!"
"Is that possible?" Liu Zhao smiled. "If you recommend me, wouldn't that mean I'll take up one of the forty-eight spots?"
"No, you're worrying too much! If you're willing, you don't have to apply for a recommendation. You can become an official directly!"
"Become an official directly? Me!" Liu Zhao was really shocked.
"Sir, don't you know that besides recommendation, you can also recommend others through observation?"
"Recruitment? I really don't know!"
"It means that talented people can be directly recommended to the court for official positions!"
"But, what about my talent!" Liu Zhao really wanted to laugh.
"Young master's talent is naturally incomparable to that of ordinary scholars!" Deng Yi said as he lowered his head slightly.
"Miss, you are too kind!"
"Even if an ordinary scholar wrote a hundred poems and essays, they would probably not be as good as your two poems!"
"Ashamed!"
I'm not great, it's Li Shangyin who is great!
"This feeling can be recalled, but it was already gone by then! The silkworm will not stop spinning silk until it dies, and the candle will not stop shedding tears until it turns to ashes. Only you can write such a simple yet beautiful sentence!"
"Ashamed!"
Liu Zhao felt really embarrassed by being praised!
"At today's birthday banquet, I read all the poems and essays. Most of them were ornate, but empty. But you, with just a few words, expressed the beauty and sadness of the world!"
"It's just something I felt like saying!"
Liu Zhao couldn't believe that Deng Yi liked Li Shangyin's poems so much.
However, how many people at the age of sixteen or seventeen would not like Li Shangyin's poems?
Moreover, Deng Yi was different from other women he had met. Not only could she write poetry, but she also seemed independent!
It’s not easy in this day and age!
"Sir, besides writing poetry, do you have any other hobbies?"
Deng Yi asked again intentionally or unintentionally.
"I usually sing and play chess!"
"Singing, playing chess? Young master, are you also knowledgeable about music?" There was a hint of surprise in Deng Yi's tone.
"I can only listen and learn to sing, but I know nothing about music!"
"You are too modest, sir. I wonder which famous composer's piece you are singing?"
At this point, Liu Zhao just said whatever he wanted to say?
"Miss, the songs I listen to are not considered elegant. They are just songs that ordinary people like. They may not be the same as what you understand!"
"If the common people like it, that's great too! I think as long as people like the music, it's good! Sir, could you please tell me about it?"
"Let me put it this way! There are so many songwriters I like, all of whom are from my hometown, such as Wong Ka Kui, Lo Ta-yu, Jonathan Lee, and James Wong!"
As Liu Zhao spoke, he couldn't help laughing.
"The names of the people in your hometown are indeed very different from those in Luojing, except for that Huang Zhan!"
"Really? People in my hometown like to use three words!"
"Isn't the young master's hometown in Qi Yang City?" Deng Yi also found something wrong.
"My hometown is in the mountainous area of Qiyang, it's quite remote!"
"No wonder!" Deng Yi smiled. "It seems your hometown is full of talented people!"
"really!"
"Sir, could you sing a song from your hometown for me to enjoy?" Deng Yi seemed completely moved.
"Okay, then I'll show off my ugliness!"
Liu Zhao thought for a moment and wondered what to sing.
Then let’s have “Love Song of 1990”!
So I started singing without thinking.
In modern times, these songs are very popular. Any man of Liu Zhao's age who likes pop songs can sing a few lines.
It’s strange to say, I have forgotten a lot of the ancient poems and essays I recited before, but the lyrics of the songs I sang are still by heart.
I didn't even have to think about it; the words just came out of my mouth automatically.
It took two minutes to sing it in one go.
By the end of the song, I felt it was a bit sentimental.
"Perhaps tomorrow when the sun sets and the weary birds return,
You will have already set out on the old way home,
It is rare to find a partner who understands you again in life.
Life is ultimately inseparable from the blue sky with white clouds."