"We've been watching it for so long, and our bodies may not be able to eat if we stay in this winter, so let's go back first, and as for making poetry, let's go back to the cabin and continue." ”

Everyone stayed by the creek for about an hour, because the weather was really clear, everyone at this time had already felt a little chill, and it was already more than nine o'clock, and it was not early, so Mr. Huang took the initiative to put forward the idea of going back.

"Ah, we haven't seen enough, why are we going back?"

Nanazi on the side heard it, and Teacher Huang actually wanted to go back, and said with some interest.

"Teacher Huang is older, and now there is a creek next to this cold day, and the cold here is inevitably a little heavy, or let's go back, after staying for so long, the photos have been taken, and the scenery has been seen, and there is no reason to continue to stay. ”

At this time, Yan Yi on the side walked up and explained to everyone.

To be honest, although this scenery is very beautiful, it will inevitably be a little boring after staying for a long time, not to mention the snow in this winter, staying for a long time will indeed make people feel a little cold, and Yan Yi at this time already has the idea of wanting to go back.

"Alright then, we'll go back now. ”

Although there was a lack of interest, Nanazi finally agreed with Yan Yi and their statement.

In this way, under Mr. Huang's leadership, everyone returned to the cabin early, and by the time they returned to the cabin, it was already after nine o'clock in the evening, and it was almost ten o'clock.

"Well, I guess you have all thought of your poems when we were by the creek just now, and now that we are back in the cabin, and everyone is warm, it is time to take out the ancient poems we wrote tonight for the final game. ”

After returning to the cabin, Mr. Huang's spirit also recovered a lot, so he smiled and gathered everyone at the dining table of the cabin, ready to continue the poetry competition in the evening.

"Okay, okay, I'll come first!"

Just when Mr. Huang said that the game would continue, Xia Meng on the side was the first to volunteer to raise his hand and say to this kind of person.

You must know that Xia Meng herself is from a national dance background, and compared with poetry and songs, she also has a certain background, so it can be said that she has an absolute advantage in tonight's competition.

"Okay, then let's let Xia Meng come first, and just give us a start. ”

There is no surprise that Xia Meng has to be self-defeating, but he is happy to let the other party take the lead first, after all, everything is difficult at the beginning.

"The name of my poem is Dongying, and I am ugly for everyone. ”

After getting Mr. Huang's consent, Natsume was so happy that he was about to smile a flower on his face, but he still said to everyone in front of him with a hint of politeness.

In the winter moon, everyone swims in the streams, and the fireflies in the mountains are like stars.

The stream is like a river of satin, and you and I are all in the water.

In this way, a short poem stood out from Natsume's mouth.

"Okay, I didn't expect Xia Meng to have such a talent, although this ancient poem is concise, but the artistic conception echoed in it can't help but make people immersed in it. ”

Xia Meng's poem won the highest recognition from Mr. Huang on the spot.

"Yes, you can't see that you still have this kind of talent. ”

Yan Yi on the side teased and praised Xia Meng in front of him.

To be honest, although young people nowadays will memorize so many ancient poems, but if they really want to create their own, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky, after all, the rhyme in this is mainly a bit brain-burning, otherwise, in ancient times, wouldn't the world's talents be able to crown the ancient and modern.

Peng Peng and Nanazi on the side also had little stars in their eyes at this time, and the words of praise in their mouths were not stingy at all.

"Hehe, it's ugly, so whose turn is it next?"

In the face of everyone's praise, Xia Meng became a little unusually shy, and while being modest, he turned the topic to the next person who was going to step forward to read the poem.

"Xia Meng has made such a good start, so why don't you let me do it next. ”

At this time, Mr. Huang, who was the oldest person present, took the initiative to stand up.

The poem created by Mr. Huang, compared with Xia Meng's, is relatively complex in terms of sentence structure and word modification, and everyone nodded vigorously and praised Mr. Huang's extensive knowledge.

Next, Nanazi and Peng Peng also came up with the poems they had created.

It's just that compared with the first two poems, what Nanazi and Peng Peng wrote is relatively worse, after all, whether it is in terms of the heritage or construction of ancient poems, they are far inferior to Xia Meng and Teacher Huang before.

"We've finished speaking, it's your turn next, Yan Yi, you are a famous talent in today's entertainment industry, I'm looking forward to your poem, I've been looking forward to it for a long time. ”

After everyone shared their verses, the eyes of everyone present looked at Yan Yi in front of them.

Yan Yi has always had the title of an all-round talent in the music circle, after all, he is the creator of Chinese classics such as blue and white porcelain, so the Chinese present have quite high expectations for Yan Yi.

"Well, to be honest, I'm not very good at ancient poetry, so I didn't write poetry, but wrote a song, a song about fireflies. ”

Yan Yi scratched the back of his head, looked at the people in front of him with some embarrassment and said.

Although Yan Yi had memorized a lot of ancient poems in his previous life, these poems were too shocking to take out, as long as a person who had some experience in studying ancient poems, when he saw these ancient poems, he could not feel that those things were created by Yan Yi.

Therefore, this time, Yan Yi did not plan to casually take out one of the ancient poems he memorized in his previous life to deal with the current situation, and Yan Yi himself really had no background in poetry, so he had to find another way in the end.

"Oh, how can you create a song in such a short amount of time?"

It's just that Yan Yi's sentence really amazed everyone present, even more surprising than Yan Yi was able to create a good poem.

Generally speaking, if you want to create a song, most singers need time to precipitate and a lot of tuning, and few people can compose a new song like Yan Yi, just by going out for a while, and not even touching the instrument, this can not be surprised by everyone present.