"The wind and snow send winter back, and the new rain welcomes spring. After the New Year, people are busy, and it is a time of good luck. ”

Yao Manman read a poem, and shook his head after reading it, "Although it is simple, it lacks some artistic conception." ”

Then he picked up a piece of paper, "The wind and snow run through the mountains, and Lamei is cold." Spring is coming, but I am holding Leng Chuan. ”

After reading the poem, Yao Manman pondered for a while, "Poetry is good poetry, but the coldness is too heavy." ”

Sighing and putting down the paper, Yao Manman picked up another poem.

"Good word!"

Just glanced at the handwriting on the paper, Yao Manman snorted lightly and said good, "The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, the font is like a dragon and snake, and there is a vitality on the paper. ”

After admiring the handwriting, Yao Manman tasted the verses, but this time she didn't read them out for the first time.

After reading back and forth between the poems a few times, Yao Manman chanted the poem word by word:

"The wind is extremely windy, and the snow is reflected in the waves.

No flowers return to the hometown garden, and laugh at one or two pines. ”

After chanting the verse, Yao Manman was silent for a while, and then muttered to himself: "This poem is not good, nor is it bad, but between recitations, I am quite happy in my heart, I think I like this poem." ”

At this time, Yao Manman's eyes saw the title of the poem, and the word Shishan was imprinted into his eyes.

"Stone Mountain~"

Yao Manman whispered the word Shishan, and then fell silent, and after a while, I saw her turn her head slightly to a maid, "Xiaoyou, you go and invite this person named Shishan in." ”

In the hall of the community building, the crowd was waiting eagerly, hoping that they could be the lucky ones tonight, and when they saw the maid in yellow reappear, the crowd boiled.

The yellow-clothed maid walked to the center of the stage, glanced at the excited crowd in the hall with a smile, and said loudly: "Which one is Shishan, my young lady is invited." ”

At this time, Shi Shan was eating side dishes, and before he could swallow it, he was slapped on the shoulder by the king.

"Shishan, it's you, you were chosen by Yao Manman. The royal lord said excitedly, "Later, you will have to take a closer look to see how beautiful Yao Manman is, and then tell me about it." ”

When the name of the stone mountain came out of the mouth of the maid in yellow, the crowd was in an uproar, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know who this stone mountain is.

"Childe Shishan, my young lady is invited. Looking at the noisy crowd, the maid in yellow spoke up again.

This time, Shi Shan clearly heard the maid in yellow shouting his name, and he was also a little surprised, he didn't expect that the poem he wrote would be selected, and walked towards Yao Manman's room in a trance.

The eyes of the crowd gradually converged on the stone mountain that was slowly moving forward, and at this time, various voices continued to rise and fall, including dissatisfaction, admiration, cold snorting, and surprise.

Pushing the door in, Yao Manman, who was sitting at the table, looked at Shi Shan, who came in, and whispered, "Please take a seat." ”

As soon as Shi Shan sat down, a faint fragrance entered the tip of his nose, which smelled very good.

"You don't look too old?" Yao Manman said with a smile, picking up the teapot and pouring tea for Shi Shan as he spoke.

"Listening to your voice, it should be a young girl, and she can be famous in Beixuan at a young age, which is really amazing. Shi Shan exclaimed, Yao Manman was still wearing a white scarf on his face at this time, so Shi Shan could only judge his age from Yao Manman's light voice.

Yao Manman smiled lightly when he heard this, picked up the teacup and took a sip gently.

At this time, the hall of the community building was full of people, and the voices of dissatisfaction with Yao Manman's selection of Shishan were getting louder and louder.

"That stone mountain looks like a hairy child, what good poems can he write!"

"I ask that the poems of Shishan Gongzi be published and let everyone comment on them to see if they are worthy of being selected by Yao Manman. ”

"Yes, yes, publish Shi Shan's poems for everyone to see. ”

The call for Shi Shan's poem to be published became louder and louder, and looking at the crowd that was about to get out of control, the maid in yellow hurriedly came to Yao Manman's room.

"Miss, everyone in the hall is demanding the publication of the poems written by Ishiyama. ”

Looking at the anxious maid, Yao Manman looked at Shi Shan with a smile, "You don't mind publishing the poem, do you?"

"Of course not. ”

Seeing that Shi Shan agreed, the maid in yellow hurriedly picked up the poem written by Shi Shan, returned to the hall, and read the poem written by Shi Shan aloud.

After the yellow-clothed maid read the poem written by Shi Shan, the crowd instantly fell silent, and then a loud voice erupted.

"What kind of poems are written, it's a bunch of miscellaneous. ”

"What a thing, no charm. ”

"It's really disappointing to me, Yao Manman can choose such a poem, it seems that the level is not like this. ”

The people in the hall said a word, and the king was at a loss when he heard it, the poems written by Shi Shan, he liked it very much, and he was selected by Yao Manman, which proved that Shi Shan's poems had a good level, but now they were attacked by countless people, which couldn't help but make him suspicious, could it be that the poems written by Shi Shan couldn't get into the eyes of the public?

However, as time passed, the voices of ridicule of Ishiyama's poems became less and less, and then there were none, and the whole hall fell silent.

Then, a voice appeared.

This poem is straightforward and tasteless, but it is a different emotion. ”

"'No flowers return to the hometown garden, laugh and plant a pine or two'. I like this sentence very much, like a person who has traveled abroad, he has nothing to gain, and he returns to his hometown, open-minded, and smiling and planting one or two pine trees, waiting for the future, and the trees will soar into the sky. ”

This poem is carefully tasted, there is some spirit, the wind, the snow, no flowers, laughing, it seems to face all kinds of difficulties, but calmly face it. ”

Looking at the crowd with voices one after another, the king became more and more dazed, what is the matter, why did the crowd no longer ridicule Shishan's poems but praised them?

"Your handwriting is good. ”

"Shouldn't you appreciate my poetry?"

"Huh~" Listening to Shi Shan's words, Yao Manman opened his mouth and smiled slightly, hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, and then said: "Your poems are not bad." ”

"It's nothing compared to your eyebrows. ”

"Are you complimenting or teasing?"

"A piece of truth. ”

Yao Manman chuckled, his eyes a little shy.

Thinking that the king was still in the hall, and Shi Shan was not good at staying for a long time, he got up to say goodbye, and as soon as he turned around, Yao Manman hurriedly said, "Your poem has no title yet?"

Hearing this, Shi Shan turned around, "I haven't seen your face either." ”

Yao Manman smiled, and in Shi Shan's surprised gaze, he took off his face towel.

Shi Shan didn't expect Yao Manman to untie the face towel so directly, and he didn't expect that what the face towel covered would be such a beautiful face.

At this moment, Yao Manman was in front of Shi Shan, but Shi Shan felt that there was a vast star between him and Yao Manman.

Looking at Shi Shan, who was a little distracted, Yao Manman's eyes were full of smiles, "What is the title of your poem?"

"Wind and snow in this country. ”