At this time, many people surrounded him, and some people exclaimed: "Isn't this Teacher Hezi!"

After being recognized, many people gathered around, took out their mobile phones to take various photos, and some people asked him for autographs.

That posture is no worse than any celebrity!

Even Tang Mengyao took out her mobile phone admiringly, walked up to Hezi and said, "Teacher Hezi, I especially like the song "Spring Flowers Bloom" you wrote, can I take a photo with you?"

"Hehe, yes, but can you wait for this big brother to finish the poem first?" Hezi said kindly.

I heard that some people said that Hezi's poems were exaggerated, and the crowd of onlookers gloated.

"I've met the boss! This old man is unlucky!"

"Who do you say can't do it, you have to say that Teacher Hezi's poems can't work, isn't this looking for abuse?"

"For so many years, there has never been a poem that surpasses Mr. Hezi!"

"This old man is going to be embarrassed!"

"Hehe, I just like to watch people mess up. ”

When Tang Mengyao heard this, she hurriedly took Lu Yifan's hand and walked to Hezi, bowed and apologized: "Teacher Hezi, my grandfather is too old and delirious, don't be like him." ”

After speaking, Tang Mengyao also winked at Lu Yifan vigorously, signaling him to hurry down this step.

"So that's the case, it's okay, everyone has a time when they're old, I don't blame ......"

Lu Yifan didn't appreciate it and said: "But what I'm telling is the truth! This poem is very exaggerated!"

Before Hezi finished speaking, Lu Yifan choked him back with a word.

He Wen glared at Lu Yifan fiercely, her angry face looked so gorgeous and lovely, her lips opened slightly, and she scolded: "Okay, don't practice fake tricks!

Tang Mengyao also glared at Lu Yifan speechlessly.

I just found you to go down the stairs, why are you old man still looking for abuse by yourself!

Hezi blew his beard and stared at the place, not speaking.

He wants to see how this old man should give himself a round!

Lu Yifan shrugged his shoulders and said: "If you ask me to do it, I will do it? Then I have no face! And I don't bother to compare my work with this pompous work!"

That's a blasphemy against my work!"

Tang Mengyao covered her face with her hands, and her head was full of black lines.

Finished!

It's all over!

Why is this old man so ignorant?

He Wen smiled, revealing a row of neat and white teeth, looking extremely charming: "I can see it, it turns out to be an old man who can only put his mouth out!"

"Brother, in this way, if you can come up with a better poem than what I wrote back then, I can worship you as a teacher, how about a big ceremony on the spot?" Hezi laughed and mocked.

Jokes aside, this poem is the crystallization of his life's inspiration, and even he himself is difficult to come up with a work that surpasses it.

How can an old man compare to himself?

"No need, what's the use of me accepting an old apprentice like you?" Lu Yifan picked at his nose and flicked it on the ground casually, without any image at all.

Behind him is the inheritance of 5,000 years of Chinese culture, and any sun-level poet is scum!

Lao Tzu looks down on you, what's the matter!

"Then how about I make your old man's apprentice?" He Wen couldn't help but say sarcastically.

"Well, if I can come up with a better work than your grandfather, you will be my grandson's alternate wife in the future! Well, seeing that your ass is quite big, and your breasts are quite big, the doll you give birth to must be very healthy. Lu Yifan looked at He Wen's full and towering twin peaks with a smile.

"Grandpa, you're here again!" Tang Mengyao gritted her teeth.

"Okay, it depends on whether you have the ability to be a grandfather!" He Wen said disdainfully.

I don't believe it when she is killed, what kind of great poet can this bad old man with a nose picking!

"That's what you said......! Do you think it's better for me to do modern poetry or ancient poetry?" Lu Yifan said with a look of embarrassment.

"Since your old man is so remarkable, then there will be one ancient poem and one modern poem! Let us big guys have a long insight, right?" He Wen put her hands around her chest, and the pair of round, soft snow-white things were supported by her arms.

Lu Yifan can clearly see the white ravines between Hewen's two peaks that make men crazy!

"Okay, just come casually! Listen!

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless. ”

As soon as the two sentences came out, everyone was stunned.

This old man can really make ancient poems!

And how could this poem ...... It's giving you goosebumps......?

Lu Yifan closed his eyes, and had already entered the realm of selflessness, and recited with his hands: "The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ashes and tears begin to dry." Xiaojing but the clouds and temples have changed, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight. There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit. ”

Spring silkworms to the end of the dead silk?

The wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry?

After Lu Yifan's ancient poem was recited, the goosebumps of the people present had fallen to the ground, and they were silent for a moment!

As soon as this poem came out, it shocked the four seats!

Tang Mengyao froze when she heard half of it.

Ha Wen and Ha Zi were also dumbfounded!

Don't talk about them, looking at the atmosphere of the whole scene, you can know that one of the people in the audience is counted as one, and all of them suddenly lost their voices, and everyone was shocked by the artistic conception of this poem!

Wow!

I don't know who took the lead first, and the applause spread like a tide, and the scene was applauded.

"Good poetry!"

"Oh my God, what did I hear?

"It's really higher than Mr. Hezi's one, so I don't know where it is!"

"It's a stroke of genius!"

"It's amazing, this poem is estimated to be the best poem of this year's National Poetry Association!"

At this time, Tang Mengyao had already shocked Lu Yifan as a celestial, only to hear the arrogant Miss Tang exclaim: "Grandpa, I know, Yifan's literary style was also taught by you, right?"

Many laymen at the scene just joined in the fun, and only Hezi himself can really understand what kind of realm this poem is.

Absolutely!

Amazing!

This poem expresses the psychology of love in a woman's voice, in the midst of sorrow and pain, it contains burning longing and perseverance, and the emotional realm is deep and subtle, extremely rich.

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

It's a classic, and every sentence is full of charm!

Any sentence that comes out is an eternal sentence that can be appreciated and recited by the people of the whole country!

Hezi was already speechless from shock!

What is the origin of this old man?

How can you make such a captivating poem?

Sun-level poets?

As a member of the National Poetry Association, I have never heard of this person!

But if it is an unknown person, how can it be exported to such a masterpiece of earth-shattering ghosts and gods?

(It's the New Year, and I wish everyone who cursed me to death, and the whole family exploded on the spot.) Accumulate virtue and do good, remember to accumulate virtue first. Who will say this kind of thing again in my book review area in the future, see one and block the other! I don't like to see you delete the book and leave, no one stops you, what is it to curse people to die? Then I can only wish your family, like you a dead troll, to reach Bliss as soon as possible!)

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