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Lin Feng closed his eyes slightly, and quickly went through the inheritance memories of writing poems and paintings that Zhu Qi, a member of the Bada Mountain Man, had learned since he was a child. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The rhythm and style of the poems, as well as the common dictionaries. Even a lot of literary sentence writing, as well as superb painting skills, were all absorbed into Lin Feng's mind.

Like absorbing the inheritance and memory of traditional Chinese medicine before, Lin Feng is now tantamount to quickly absorbing Zhu Qi's skills in writing poems and paintings. The inheritance and memory of countless ancient sages carried by the twenty-four Dinghai Divine Beads is Lin Feng's biggest treasure house, but a very valuable treasure house of knowledge.

"It turns out that ancient poems are written like this, with flat rhymes, and there is a history of allusions. From ancient style to rhythmic poetry, from the Book of Poetry to Tang and Song poems, it was originally developed in this way. The rhyme tables of the past dynasties are also very different, and the pronunciation of many words has changed a lot until now. However, if I write a poem today, it will not conform to the rhythm of ancient poetry, just write an ancient style. ”

Within ten seconds of closing his eyes, Lin Feng quickly absorbed all the inheritance memories of Zhu Qi, a member of the Bada Mountain. By the way, I also referred to the memories of some other scholars and poets in my memory, and I had a very clear understanding of the development of poetry in ancient China.

Understanding the rhythm and skills of poetry creation, Lin Feng was of course able to write some corresponding ancient poems. Although it is certainly not as good as the hand-me-down works of those great poets in ancient times, as long as it is a poem with a little quality that conforms to the rhythm, combined with some of his own emotional experience, Lin Feng is still sure to make it.

"How about it? Lin Feng, if you can't write it, don't force it. Honestly stand at the back of the classroom and stand for punishment, anyway, there are only ten minutes left in this class. ”

Seeing that Lin Feng was silent for more than ten seconds with his eyes closed, Old Man Wang thought that he had no choice, so he could be regarded as letting Lin Feng go, and deliberately found him a step down. Anyway, his original intention was to make things difficult for Lin Feng, and he didn't intend to really embarrass Lin Feng.

However, the current development of events has exceeded Old Man Wang's expectations. The students in the third (2) class of high school in the classroom almost broadcast this difficult duel between teachers and students live on the post bar, and the old man Wang's temper is stubborn, and his reputation in the school is not very good. Therefore, many of the students he taught are now denouncing Old Man Wang in the post bar.

"Teacher Wang, if you want me to write a poem, you must give me a little time to conceive! Cao Zhi of the ancient Three Kingdoms still needs seven steps to write a poem, but just now I have an inspiration and already have a poem. I also invited Mr. Wang to taste it!"

Opening his eyes, Lin Feng said with a smile, he looked at Old Man Wang slightly and said.

"It's only been a dozen seconds, and you've already conceived an ancient poem?" asked Old Man Wang in disbelief.

"Yes, Mr. Wang. Lin Feng said confidently.

"Then you can read your poem out now?" asked the old man again.

"Of course!"

Lin Feng smiled and turned his head to look at Qin Yanran, who stood up to speak for himself, and said with some embarrassment, "However, this is a love poem." Mr. Wang, it should meet the scope of your content requirements, right?"

As soon as these words came out, and Lin Feng was looking at Qin Yanran at this time, it immediately made the students in the entire classroom coax again.

"Wow! The latest news, Lin Feng is going to compose a poem, and he is looking at the school flower Qin Yanran, saying that he wants to compose a love poem!"

"It's so romantic! I don't know what kind of love poem Senior Lin Feng will write?"

Maybe Lin Feng is just stubborn, and finally comes up with a lame limerick poem that is not half oceanic. What the...... I love you, as deep as the Pacific Ocean...... This kind of modern poetry, that is not counted! Old man Wang said that he wanted to write ancient poems. ”

"What kind of psychology upstairs, are you bent on thinking about Lin Feng's disgrace? He's a hero in our No. 1 Middle School! Anyway, I'm really looking forward to seeing Lin Feng's love poems, no matter what the quality is, I just support Senior Lin Feng, what's wrong?"

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The reply in the post bar is called a fast.,This morning,It's estimated that few students will listen to the class in the classroom.。 Everyone is watching the live broadcast on the post bar, and Lin Feng is writing poems live!

"Lin Feng, do you want to write a poem for me? Is it a love poem for me?"

At this time, the most surprising person was Qin Yanran. As a good girl, she stood up and confronted the teacher to speak for Lin Feng, which originally made her little heart a little nervous, but now Lin Feng's words made Qin Yanran's heart completely settled. An unprecedented sense of happiness enveloped Qin Yanran, she lowered her head slightly, the deer in her heart collided, her face was crimson, and her two little hands were nervously pulled together.

"Love poems? Hmph! Lin Feng, this stinky boy, really thinks he can write poems, and he also writes love poems to Qin Yanran? He really slaps his swollen face and becomes fat, I want to see what kind of love poems you can write!"

Xiao Nishang, who was already a little gloating, didn't know why, as soon as she saw that Lin Feng was going to write a love poem to Qin Yanran, the vinegar in her heart became even greater, pouting and staring at Lin Feng with her eyes.

"What? You're going to write love poems?"

Hearing that Lin Feng openly said in class that he wanted to write love poems, Old Man Wang's beard was about to be crooked. But when he asked Lin Feng to write a poem just now, he kept saying that as long as it conformed to the rhythm of ancient poetry, the content and subject matter could be chosen by Lin Feng himself.

Therefore, Old Man Wang could only swallow this breath and said to Lin Feng: "Yes, what I just said, as long as it conforms to the rhythm of ancient poetry, whatever you write." There are still eight minutes before the class ends, Lin Feng, you don't want to delay any longer. ”

"Okay, Mr. Wang, then I'll compose poetry!"

Under Old Man Wang's questioning gaze, under Qin Yanran's expectant and shy gaze, under Xiao Nishang's jealous eyes, and under the attention of the whole class and the students waiting for the live broadcast in the post bar, Lin Feng took a deep breath and began to read:

"The clouds blow the fog and hide the secret feelings,

Jin Yi Luo Xiu's lips are vermilion.

Who did Kiyori Takewai get?

In a word, life and death are the same. ”

In just twenty-eight words, a seven-word ancient style was completed in one go, and in the whole process, Lin Feng only took three steps. In ancient times, Cao Zhi wrote a poem in seven steps, but Lin Feng thought about it for more than ten seconds, and wrote an ancient poem in three steps.

At the moment when Lin Feng finished reading this poem, the whole classroom was silent.

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