Folk Tales: Tang Bohu's Indignant Work "Poor Man Yin"

One day, Tang Bohu and xueyou Zhang Ling came to Tiger Hill to play and saw two rich merchants with fat heads and fat brains shaking their heads and making poems in the poetry pavilion.

Tang Bohu thought that they were moaning so sickly, it was clear that they were pretending to be Sven and vassals. He said to Zhang Lingjie, "I'll go make one for them." ”

Zhang Ling said, "Don't be busy, if you dress up as a beggar, it will be more interesting." Tang Bohu nodded and smiled, then found a straw rope, stopped his waist, and quietly stepped forward and said, "Two celebrities improvising poems today, can you let me also come and make peace with Shangyi?"

The rich merchant looked at him as a beggar and said in unison, "Go away and walk away, don't come and disturb our shixing!"

Tang Bohu said, "Shi Xing can't be disturbed, is there still a Poetry Society?" As soon as the game was played, Shi Xing made a big deal. ”

The two rich merchants could not make poems, and when they heard that they wanted to play poems, they were even more annoyed. But in front of many tourists, it is not easy to have a casual attack, so you say: "You don't want to be poor and happy, you want to sing the lotus flower, or go to the street!" Tang Bohu was ridiculed, very angry, and thought to himself, these two rich merchants only have heavy clothes and not heavy people, they are really snobbish people, and I want to tease them today. Then he said, "Since the ancient poets had many ill fortunes, please don't take people by their clothes." The younger brother is bound to give a poem today. ”

The rich businessman felt that this "beggar" was not easy to deal with, but to sit on the ground with this "little brother" to write poetry was simply a loss of identity. So he said, "Let you and poetry, don't do it; if you really have poetry, make one for us to see." The tone was very arrogant. Tang Bohu knew that this was deliberately difficult, so he said, "Please bring a pen and paper." The two rich merchants slowly took out paper and pencil, helplessly put them on the stone table, and said breathlessly: "Write!"

This rebuke has attracted many tourists who are watching the liveliness. Tang Bohu gave the onlookers both hands and a flood, then picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, slowly wrote a "one" word on the paper, put the pen away, turned around and left.

Two rich merchants caught up with him, grabbed him, and said, "You're good, you've drawn such a lever, and you want to slip away!"

Tang Bohu said, "Well, I'll write it again." He walked back to his desk, picked up his pen, wrote a "up" under the word "one," and left again. The rich merchant was very angry at first sight and decided not to arrest him anymore, but said, "We already knew that you were a fool." What a beggar who lives on the street can do poetry!"

Tang Bohu smiled and said, "Two, it's not that I can't do poetry, it's just that I like to drink by nature." After drinking wine, he made a poem. Can you give me a drink?"

When the rich merchant heard this, he was angry in his heart: the beggar is greedy, saying that he can do poetry is false, and wanting to eat white food is true. At this time, Zhang Ling walked over and said to the rich businessman, "Why don't you give him wine?" Drinking and singing poetry to each other is a great thing in life!"

When the rich merchant heard this, he could not save face, so he immediately went to buy wine, poured a cup for Tang Bohu, and said, "If you can really make poetry, we will let you drink enough; otherwise, we cannot eat this wine in vain." ”

Tang Bo said "yes", and the wine was not drunk, so he picked up the pen and wrote the words "one up" in the original place.

At this moment, the rich merchant thought that he was poor in donkey skills, and the truth was revealed, so he hurriedly waited for the wine glass and said to Zhang Ling: "You see, he is not a billet at all, you want him to drink, where does he have this blessing!"

Then he turned to Tang Bohu: "What? This wine has to be disrespectful!"

Tang Bohu took the wine glass and did everything in his hand, holding a pen and writing the three words "another one", and made up a seven-word poem.

The rich merchant thought about it carefully, felt that it was still smooth, and hesitated for a moment. At this time, Tang Bohu was full of thick ink, and with one swing to the end, it continued to become a must; "One up and one up, all the way up to the high mountain." Look up at the red sun and low clouds, and the tides of the sea are in sight. ”

The onlookers cried out; "What a mountaineering poem!" The two rich merchants thought to themselves, and the crowd praised them, this poem must be good. A rich merchant pulled the other aside and said softly, "Look at this beggar and have two more strokes, and simply ask him to write another one, one for each of you and me, and take it back and make it our own poem." Another rich merchant said, "Well, invite him to drink again." As he spoke, he poured a cup full of Tang Bohu, smiled and said, "As I said just now, as long as you can make poetry, there are good wines." Now, please write another one!"

Tang Bohu nodded and said, "Good!" He dried three cups in a row, and then wrote a straight book: "Poor people have no money for ghosts, and the pen edge falls around the clouds." Chengming alone has a strategy for heaven and man, and the confidence of Dou Da gold hangs. After writing one poem and writing another: "The poor people live in no half an acre, and the old man in the bridge is edited." The origin of the hero is uncertain, and the name of the Linge Xun is Engraved. In less than an hour, Tang Bohu wrote ten poems at once, all of which were works of direct expression and hesitation, and the total title was "Poor Soldier Yin". When he looked back at the two rich merchants who were both snobbish and ridiculous, he had already escaped without a trace.

Since then, the world has had clouds: Tang Bohu's "Poor Soldier Yin" was written in one stroke. No one is troubled, where is the best poem?

(Pan Jie collected and sorted)