The old woman spoke, and Dian Kang was very excited.

He and Zhu Jian are competitors, but if you compare poetry and songs, they are scholars, his cultural literacy is very high, and he has published a few books, which can be regarded as a little famous.

However, Zhu Jian did not refuse.

Because he had come prepared, the old woman was fond of literature, and he had read a few poems in advance.

"That's it, Dian Kang will come first, you have an advantage, give Zhu Jian some time to prepare. ”

The old woman did not ask for Han Yazi's opinion, and directly arranged the order.

She hesitated, looked at Qin Yan and said, "Boy, I know you are unwilling, so let's let you participate too, if you can win, I will not object to you and Yazi's affairs." ”

With Dian Kang here, she didn't think Qin Yan would win.

Qin Yan nodded and laughed: "No problem!"

Dian Kang stood up, walked in front of the old woman and Han Yazi, pondered for a few seconds, and said aloud:

On that day, I listened to Sanskrit chanting for a night, not for enlightenment, but for your breath;

In that month, I turned all the prayer chakras, not for excess, but for touching your fingerprints;

That year, I knelt on two knees, not for the Buddha, but for your warmth;

In that life, I searched 100,000 mountains, not for cultivation, but for your peace and joy.

……

Dian Kang stood with his hands in his hands, staring at Han Yazi affectionately, and when he finished the last word, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he said softly: "Miss Yazi, this poem is for you." ”

Han Yazi narrowed her eyes and didn't say anything.

The old woman clapped her hands and said: "Okay, the pawn family is worthy of being a scholarly family, and the descendants who came out are all so powerful, there is an allusion in this, Dian Kang you have good intentions, yes, this is good!"

The voice fell.

Zhu Jian's face turned pale, and he frowned and thought.

Qin Yan narrowed his eyes, Han Yazi was his woman, Dian Kang pursued it so nakedly, he was a little angry in his heart.

"This is a love poem by Cangyang Gyatso, there is a very poignant allusion in it, the poem is a good poem, but you can't experience that kind of artistic conception at all, it's just a show!"

Qin Yan was not polite and pointed out the shortcomings of the other party.

Dian Kang was stunned for a moment, then glared and said, "What qualifications do you have to say about me?"

"Eligibility?"

Qin Yan pursed his lips and said bluntly: "Cangyang Gyatso, is a Tibetan generation of monks, although there is a beloved, but because of his identity, he can't be with the other party, so he uses poetry to bless, love is deep, love is cut, you just read the literal meaning, but you don't know its essential meaning at all." ”

"You, you ......"

Dian Kang was shocked, he didn't expect Qin Yan to know so much.

He chose this poem because it can express his heart directly, and it is easy to impress girls, but Qin Yan's words of such an analysis directly hit his weakness.

"Enough!"

The old woman's face was displeased, and she said to Zhu Jian: "Dian Kang's poetry is very good, as for the artistic conception, don't think about it for the time being, Qin Yan is, you'd better not make trouble, Zhu Jian, it's your turn." ”

Zhu Jian took a few sips of tea, and after seven or eight seconds, he slowly stood up.

He coughed and recited:

All true feelings have no ending,

All the clouds of smoke have not been reunited,

All joy is not smiling,

There is no tear in all suffering,

There is no light in all hope,

……

All this, except for my love,

to be eternal!

"Miss Yazi, this is a poem I adapted, first suppressed and then raised, with your pessimism in front of you, set off the love in the back, I hope you like it. ”

Zhu Jian was a little nervous, because his cultural literacy was not high, if he hadn't prepared in advance, I am afraid he would not have been able to do it.

However, without waiting for the old woman to speak, Qin Yan shook his head.

"What do you mean by shaking your head?" Zhu Jian was a little annoyed, he felt good about himself, and he was overperforming.

Qin Yan stared at him and said lightly, "I don't think what you said is right. ”

Wrong?

What's wrong?

Zhu Jian pursed his lips and sneered: "This is written by a famous poet, I just adapted it, you dare to deny the famous poet?"

"Why don't you dare?"

"The poems you said are too pessimistic, you can listen to me!"

Qin Yan walked to the center of the living room and sneered:

All true feelings will be rewarded,

All the clouds of smoke will be reunited,

All joy will have happiness,

All suffering will have stubbornness,

All hope will come to fruition,

……

All this, only your love,

Nauseating!

"How about this poem?" Qin Yan finished speaking and looked towards Zhu Jian.

Dian Kang was stunned!

The old woman was dumbfounded!

Han Yazi laughed.

Zhu Jian's glasses widened, recalling the meaning of Qin Yan's every sentence, obviously negating his poems entirely.

"I'll grass your uncle, you, are you sincere in doing the right thing with Lao Tzu?"

Zhu Jian is so angry!

Am I easy?

worked hard to memorize a few poems, and finally adapted one temporarily, thinking that he could capture Han Yazi's heart, but he didn't think that he would make a trip to bite the gold halfway and stir up his poems.

What's even more hateful is the last sentence, which is disgusting, this is naked scolding!

Qin Yan's expression was grim, if the other party spoke well, he wouldn't mind continuing to play, but Zhu Jian opened his mouth to scold, then don't blame him for being polite.

Syllable!

Qin Yan stepped forward in two steps and slapped it, half of Zhu Jian's face was swollen.

Seeing this, Dian Kang was overjoyed, Zhu Jian scolded people, Qin Yan beat people, it was a good opportunity, he said to the old woman: "Old lady, you saw it, the two of them ......"

"Noise!"

Since Qin Yan made a move, he no longer hid, looked at the old woman, and said lightly: "Don't you look down on me, say that I am culturally literate, hehe, I have a poem now, you can appreciate it for me." ”

The old woman slapped the table and was about to drive Qin Yan out.

But as soon as Qin Yan said five words, the old woman was like a lightning strike, as if she was crazy, her eyes widened, and she stared straight at Qin Yan.

Qin Yan looked around and chanted lightly: "The peacock flies southeast, wanders for five miles, thirteen can weave, fourteen learn tailoring, fifteen play gonghou, sixteen recite poetry and books, and seventeen are ...... for the monarch."

Not only the old woman, but even Han Yazi was stunned.

"This, this is a peacock flying southeast?" Han Yazi swallowed and foamed, she didn't expect Qin Yan to recite this.

Qin Yan didn't answer, he kept reciting, and the ones recorded on the parchment were quickly memorized.

At this moment, Qin Yan paused, changed his words, and read: "Preface: In the late Han Dynasty, in Jian'an, Jiao Zhongqing, a small official of Lujiang Mansion, married his wife Liu Lanzhi......"

Syllable!

The old woman shuddered and accidentally knocked the teacup to the ground.

She didn't hear it, stood up suddenly, stared at Qin Yan, and said stupidly: "This, this is the peacock flying southeast...... Prologue?"

No one answered!

Nobody spoke!

Yes, only Qin Yan's faint voice, as if he had traveled through the long river of history and returned to the poignant story, every word, every pause, with heartfelt feelings.

Qin Yan looked stunned, and continued:

Peacock flies southeast,

Five miles and one wandering.

Lujiang Mansion Officials,

Jiao's name is Zhongqing.

Married to Liu,

The concubine's name is Laneige.

Tossing and turning lonely cold nights,

Sijun is getting deeper and deeper.

……

Qin family mulberry girl,

His name is Rashiki.

Hua Mao Ruoqiu chrysanthemum,

Graceful Bundle.

Shaved shoulders from nature,

Slim waist flow cloud.

……

It's a long paragraph, with thousands of words.

After Qin Yan finished reading the last word, the old woman trembled and cried: "The second half of the que, this is the second half of the peacock's southeast flight, who are you, why do you know?"

The peacock flies southeast, which is one of the oldest poems.

The old woman had a collection of tattered parchment, only the upper half of which was lost, and the lower half of which is said to have been lost long ago.

But now, when Qin Yan chanted, the old woman cried with joy.

She took Han Yazi's hand: "Yazi, your mother's favorite poem is this poem, no matter how much it costs, you, you must get it, and burn it for her when you pay tribute to your mother." ”

When the others heard this, they all looked towards Qin Yan.

Zhu Jian's face turned pale, and he exclaimed: "Impossible, how can you, a high school student, know about the lost ancient poems, fake, this must be fake." ”

"Not bad!"

Dian Kang was furious, and he was about to succeed, but he was turned the tide by Qin Yan, it was too hateful.

He looked at Qin Yan and said viciously: "Boy, you must make it clear today, what is your identity, without the cultural background of our scholars, you don't want to marry Miss Artistry." ”

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