Yang Yilin just laughed in his heart, he said in his face: "Why is it not related? Sisters who have not left the cabinet, or young women who have been married, after they have dressed up, go to the balcony to talk and laugh, watch the snow scene all over the sky, and at the same time can see the scene of the snow melting in the garden, what's wrong?"

"Okay, okay, don't be wordy, let you pass!" Zheng Xiaowen said, "It's just that you have to listen to me: although I like snow, but the snow in your first poem, I still feel awkward in my heart, I have to let the sun come out and melt it! ”

Yang Yilin saw that Zheng Xiaowen wrote a song "Laughing Order", he read: ""Laughing Order: Red Sun": Dongliang, Dongliang, Yunxia is colorful. The mountains are clear and the sky is clear, the ground is green, the sky is blue, and the sun is red. Red sun, red sun, hot and scorching!"

Yang Yilin finished reading and said: "You, you are so powerful! You say that I can't write well, you punish me." Here, look at it, what you wrote about turning the snow in the East Garden doesn't solve your troubles, but also melts the snow on the whole earth. However, what you let is snow, not ice in the North and South Poles, so that's fine, and I won't compete with you. ”

At this moment, Zheng Xiaowen wanted to laugh in her heart, so she smiled, clapped her hands like a child, and smiled at Yang Yilin: "Haha! Noon has passed, and your 'Yellow Grass and White Snow Words' have already made my 'Dongliang Red Sun Words' baked! The meaning of your poem has been eliminated, and it doesn't count anymore, ahhehehehe!"

"I'll tell you again, boy Yang, I just melted the snow in the poem you wrote, not the snow in other places. I also like to watch the snow very much, I like to play in the snow very much, and I like the snow very much. Come, now the two of us, one of us will write a song of Yongxue's 'Laughing Order', compare with each other, and see who writes it first!"

As soon as Zheng Xiaowen finished speaking, Yang Yilin immediately knelt down on the stone table and wrote.

This time, it was Zheng Xiaowen who wrote it first, and she was waiting for Yang Yilin.

Yang Yilin wrote, and the two exchanged words and sentences written by each other. Yang Yilin looked at the words written by Zheng Xiaowen, and he read: ""Laughing Order: Snow": Mei Xiao, Mei Xiao, Snow Dance Wind Song Fun. The garden has a winding path, and the peak goose feathers descend the mountain. Under the mountain, under the mountain, Bitan hangs along the edge of the ice. ”

Yang Yilin was about to praise Zheng Xiaowen for writing well, and Zheng Xiaowen then read the words written by Yang Yilin. She read: ""Laughing Order: Snow": Falling, falling, falling in pieces. Turn east and west, and thousands of flowers go down the mountain. Under the mountain, under the mountain, the field seedlings are big. ”

After Zheng Xiaowen finished reading, she praised and said: "It's still a man's broad-mindedness, large capacity, and courage." Looking at what I wrote, writing about a mountain peak, or a picture of a fake mountain, when I wrote, my thoughts were only limited to the small place of East Garden.

"I looked at the previous sentence you wrote, and a wide picture of snow falling from the sky immediately appeared in my mind. Go down and look at the words you wrote, the snow drifting picture, scene by scene, continues. I won't say it, I've seen more, and guess what I see in your poem?"

Yang Yilin was praised by Zheng Xiaowen, he was happy in his heart, and said: "You saw it, if you don't say it, how can I guess, don't worry, tell me about it." ”

Zheng Xiaowen said: "Your poem, when I continued to look down from the first sentence, I saw the gray mountains at once. The snowflakes and snow masses that fell from the sky on the peaks and between the ridges drifted and turned with the breeze, and finally fell on the trees, grass, and soil of the peaks and mountains.

Immediately after that, the snow became heavier and heavier, and the flakes and snow masses became denser and denser, and the snow also accelerated its landing, and it fell from the sky to the top of the mountain.

"With your words, I thought about the snowflakes and snow balls on the screen, and they flew quickly from the top of the mountains to the vast plains below.

At this time, the vast field was silent, allowing the snow flakes to fly and fall. In the blink of an eye, the land was covered with a sea of snow.

"Oh, that process of snow drifting and the earth turning white, that scene, that picture, that magnificent scene, it's so beautiful, it makes people want to shout, want to scream!

"The words of your last sentence, those little seedlings that grow in the fields at minus degrees, they are covered with a big quilt as big as the ground, wow, I feel so warm, so warm!"

When Zheng Xiaowen said this, she saw Yang Yilin showing a smug look, and wanted to answer her words, she gestured to Yang Yilin and said, "You stop for a while, I haven't finished talking yet." ”

Zheng Xiaowen continued: "You write well, but we have a rule in advance, which is to only write about things in the foreground and feelings. Look at what you've written, haha-hee-hee! You've written out of the East Garden! I've got to punish you! I'm punished, I'm going to write it!"

Yang Yilin defended: "I wrote out the truth, I wrote that it was a real mountain and a real scene, and if you write a fake mountain, you just want to pass the test? No, you have to be punished together, you have to be punished, we have to write together!"

"I don't want to quarrel with you, just write, who is afraid that you won't make it!" Zheng Xiaowen said, and both of them took pens to write.

This time, Zheng Xiaowen was still thinking about it, and Yang Yilin had written, and he had already buttoned the written writing paper onto the stone table.

Zheng Xiaowen was quick with his hands, went up and took the writing paper written by Yang Yilin, and said, "Let me see what you wrote first!"

Zheng Xiaowen saw that Yang Yilin wrote a poem. She read: ""Dongyuan Scene": The white clouds cover the sun and the north wind blows, and the snow flies in the sky of Dongyuan. The jujube tree pomegranate was speechless, and the cold pine peeked at the winter plum. ”

After Zheng Xiaowen finished reading this poem, she said with a smile: "Yo yo yo, seven quatrains, it's so well written!

After she finished speaking, she stood up and swept the flowers and trees in the east garden with her big eyes, and suddenly, her eyes fixed on the tall green leaf bamboos behind the east wing. She looked in the direction of the bamboo bending over and hooking her head, and she saw the pink plum with light makeup and the beautiful red plum in the flower bed.

Zheng Xiaowen looked at the scene in front of her, and she couldn't help but muttered to herself: "Oh, that's the case, I see that the podocarpus and the five-needle pine are looking at plum blossoms, and these bamboos are bending down one by one, it turns out that they are also obsessed with plum blossoms!"

Yang Yilin looked at Zheng Xiaowen, and he said, "Hey, you don't write poetry, what are you standing there muttering?"

Zheng Xiaowen couldn't help but smile and said: "Yilin, look at these big green bamboos, podocarpus and five-needle pine peeking at plum blossoms, I really didn't expect that even bamboo is peeking at plum blossoms from such a distance!

"Okay, they don't know how to be shy, and they are so thick-skinned, don't you peek at the beautiful and lovely flowers? I laughed at you first, and then let them laugh at you!"

Zheng Xiaowen only cared about her, and Yang Yilin had already clapped her hands and laughed.

Zheng Xiaowen unfolded the paper, and she wrote a few sentences first: The big man with green bamboo is towering to the sky, leaning his waist and hooking his head to steal the plum blossoms, and the red plum and pink plums muttered in a whisper, and suddenly raised his eyes and blushed with shame. Ah, look, when that pink plum saw Luzhu looking at her, her face turned red. Ah, when Hongmei saw Luzhu looking at her, she was shy, and her face was even redder!

Zheng Xiaowen went on to write a poem below, "Fishing Song, Bamboo Worships Plum Blossoms": The grass and trees look at the snowy sky, and the red and pink are beautiful and the green waist is bent. The flower is female, and the son is male. Takatake bowed down in front of Mei.

After Zheng Xiaowen finished writing this poem, she felt that there were still words she wanted to write, and then she wrote a seven-character quatrain, "Three Friends of the Cold Year": The wind calls for ten thousand branches to wither, and the sky is cold and hazy everywhere. Baihui is speechless, and the plum blossoms whisper and laugh at the pine and bamboo. （1）

(1) "Nine": From the winter solstice, every nine days is a "nine", after nine hundred and eighty-one days, "nine" is full of spring warmth.

After Zheng Xiaowen finished writing, she pushed the poetry paper in front of Yang Yilin and said, "Here, you can see it." ”

Yang Yilin looked at the poems, he smiled in his heart, he finished reading and said: "Ah, Wen Nini doesn't use the pen and doesn't say it, this pen is too much stronger than me, too much, it's really good to give you a double awe!"

Zheng Xiaowen said: "Don't praise me, after you finish reading, just tell me your opinion." ”

Yang Yilin didn't listen to Zheng Xiaowen's words, he just said what he wanted to say: "Well, this Wen Nini wrote a poem! Look at it again, it is fascinating and elegant. A fine taste, to my liking, the more you chew the more fragrant it is, the more you chew it, the more fragrant it is, well......"

Zheng Xiaowen quickly shook his hand at Yang Yilin, and said anxiously: "Hey, hey, what are you talking about, are you sour enough!"

Yang Yilin also hurriedly said: "Hey, hey, don't say that, I don't mean sour." Look at the song "Bamboo Worship Plum Blossoms" you wrote, you only wrote the first sentence that made people depressed, and then followed, and it made people happy three sentences at once, so happy that I fell into the idea, and I almost couldn't get out!

"If you look at the "Three Friends of the Cold" you wrote, the sentence of your poem is exactly the opposite of the sentence of your poem. The last line of the poem made me laugh all over my body. The words you write are three sentences, and the poems you write are three sentences!

Although this poem is written about scenes, feelings, and freehand, from the beginning of the first sentence of your poem, it makes people depressed and uncomfortable. Who knows, a final sentence suddenly makes people feel relieved......"

Zheng Xiaowen was afraid that Yang Yilin would say something more, and she listened to it like 'no three or four' words. She didn't wait for Yang Yilin to say more, she quickly raised her hand and snatched the poetry paper she wrote, and said, "You, don't taste it anymore! I just wrote a few sentences on a whim, and if you go further, I don't know what will come out." The more you taste, the more out of the ordinary, if you make a little extraordinary, it will not be the poetry I want to express!"

Yang Yilin was relieved and said, "Okay, good, I don't taste it, I said it's always okay." Listen, in your poem, four sentences reveal the thoughts of a thousand grasses and flowers and the lively scene of the three friends in the cold year. When I wrote it, why didn't I think of it?"