Cui Xianghong was not verbose, sorted out his thoughts, and recited on the spot: "This poem of mine, the title of the poem is called "Night Rain Mid-Autumn Festival". ”

"The moon bends and shines on Kyushu, whose family is happy and who is sad.

Flowers and flowers say goodbye to autumn, and think of Jun in the morning and twilight.

Mingyue does not know how to leave hatred and bitterness, and the oblique light penetrates Zhu Hu.

Last night, the rain and autumn were cold, and the poor were invited to drink sorghum. ”

After speaking, Shen Jingbin was the first to clap his hands and applaud: "Good poetry, good poetry!"

Liang Yifeng couldn't help but nod and praise: "Teacher Cui's poem is indeed of a very high level!"

Lei Laohu, president of the Jianghai Provincial Poetry Association, also nodded heavily:

"Well written!

The moon shines on the land of China, under the same blue sky, some families live happily, while the vast number of people are full of sorrow, living a hard life without clothing and food.

It fully embodies the noble quality of Mr. Cui's concern for the country and the people!"

Wu Sheng, president of the Pingyuan Provincial Poetry Association, smiled lightly and said, "You guys haven't gotten to the point.

Didn't you notice that this poem has eight lines?

Each sentence has seven words!

Now those who can do seven-character poems, I'm afraid that if you look at the entire Huaxia Kingdom, there are not many people, right?"

Hearing Wu Sheng's words, everyone tasted Cui Xianghong's poem again.

This time, everyone finally came to their senses!

"Mom, it's a seven-word poem!

"Oh my God, what did I hear?"

"This is an ancient seven-character poem that can only be made by a real great writer, far from being comparable to modern poetry!"

"And the first sentence is so charming!"

"Teacher Cui is amazing!"

"The entire Chinese poetry world is proud of you!"

It's no wonder that the people at the scene are so explosive!

After the Heavenly Wish Charm took effect, there were only a handful of people in the entire Huaxia who could even make ancient poems.

At the beginning, Lu Yifan's song "Two Yellow Orioles Singing Green Willows" shocked the principal, not to mention Cui Xianghong's high-level seven-character poem.

Listening to the people around him praise him so much, Cui Xianghong's ugly face for a long time finally changed to a haughty color again.

She nodded and said, "That's right! There are only a handful of seven-character poems with such a large number of words, and they are the ancient seven-character poems that can be written and can be made in the Chinese literary world today."

The old body is not talented, and he is one of the few people in this area!

How, old man, are you afraid?

If you are afraid, respect me as a teacher, I can lower my posture and teach you to compose poetry. ”

Such an arrogant gesture and words made Hewen's eyes black all of a sudden!

couldn't help it, Hewen was far away, and said loudly to Lu Nima: "Old man, come on, give it to me!

You win, I'll give you a great-grandson!!

Give birth to twins, give birth to dragon and phoenix fetuses!

I promise to fill your house with children and grandchildren!"

Lu Yifan heard this, this special feeling is good!

I did it with He Wen before, she was afraid that she would be pregnant and kept herself wearing a condom, but now she actually boasted about Haikou and released this, which is cheap for herself!

You must know that with and without a condom, it feels like a heaven and an earth!

It's like scratching your boots, and when you wear a condom, it doesn't feel like it's a good taste.

But if you take off those boots and scratch them happily when you're tickling, how much do you think that feeling can be improved?

Lu Nima smiled: "In order to be able to hold my great-grandson, I have to work hard, old man." ”

It's just a seven-word poem, and it's just like this?

Still teach Lao Tzu to die?

Look down on Lao Tzu, don't you?

That's great!

Today, I will not only teach you to compose poetry, but also teach you to be a person!

See who's professional and who's amateur!

He Wen bought time for Lu Nima and said: "Old man, you are not prepared, so don't worry, this poem seems to have been prepared by Teacher Cui before, according to the rules, you can think about it for a while." ”

"There's no need for that. Lunima said.

He Wen was stunned for a moment, and didn't think about it?

Cui Xianghong's eyes show disdain, and compose poems on the spot?

And it's an ancient poem with a lot of words and a title?

Even if Hezi is there in person, it will take at least half an hour of inspiration!

Hezi can't do it, can you do it?

Of course, Lu Yifan doesn't need to prepare, and he doesn't have to prepare!

The 5,000-year-old culture of China is all in your head, so why prepare?

Originally, he wanted to use the poem "Water Tune Song Head", after all, to write the poem of the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is the first and well-deserved.

But now these people, it seems that they don't have such a high level of appreciation, thinking that more words is awesome, so Lu Yifan decided to leave a little leeway and use another equally classic poem!

It was also a poem that the teacher asked him to memorize when he was in high school.

Someone down there is starting to get scared.

"You say, can this old man do it?"

"He's absolutely awesome at couplets, but it's an ancient poem, so it's not necessarily!"

"What is not necessarily, it must not be! Ancient poems, and they are poems with so many words, there are not many of them in the entire Chinese literary circle now!"

"That's right, and the level is as high as Teacher Cui's, even less. ”

"The so-called loser does not lose the battle, this old man is afraid that he will do it hard. ”

"That would be self-defeating. Anyway, it's not a shame to lose to Teacher Cui, it's better to admit defeat now and call the teacher!"

"Hey, why bother! This old man is really stubborn, amateur is amateur!"

Ignoring everyone's comments, Lunema took a light breath:

"The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together.

Thousands of miles with the waves, where there is no moon in the spring river!"

As soon as the two lines of poetry came out, everyone was stunned!

It's an ancient poem!

And it's a very difficult seven-character poem!

And the first two sentences...... It gives me goosebumps!

That majestic feeling reverberated throughout the hall with Lu Nima's chanting!

With her eyes closed, Lunima is facing the ceiling at a 45-degree angle and enters the state of recitation:

"The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight flowers and forests are like hail;

The frost in the air does not fly, and the white sand on the Ting cannot be seen.

Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky.

Who first saw the moon on the riverside? When did the river moon shine at the beginning of the year?

”

Who first saw the moon on the riverside?

When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year?

it!

This poem...... Tynyima has connotation!

"This number of words is already the same as that of Mr. Cui!"

"You just care about the number of words, you carefully taste the poem made by the old man Lu, the connotation is better than Cui Xianghong!"

"I don't know if there's anything more. ”

"How can there be? Nowadays, there are no more people in the literary world who can make more than eight sentences of seven-character poems!"

"Definitely not. ”

However, just when everyone thought that Lunyima had finished chanting, he spoke again:

"Life has been infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

The white clouds are gone, and the green maple is not worried.

Who's going to be in the boat tonight? Where is the Acacia Mingyue Tower?

”

Wu Sheng: "......"

Shen Jingbin: "......"

Thunder Tiger: "......"

Everyone present was stunned all at once!

(End of chapter)