This was quite surprising to Lin Zheng, but after thinking about it, Lin Zheng felt that the poems made by Chen Wang were really good.

"Mr. Chen's poems are indeed delicate and full of emotion, but I think Mr. Lin's poems are more atmospheric, and the sentence 'pouring into the rivers and seas, giving drinks to the people of the world, makes me feel extremely heroic. ’”

Fortunately, Zhao Qinghai of Huaqing Publishing House voted for Lin Zheng, otherwise Lin Zheng would have lost face.

In the first game, Chen Wang won without any suspense, Lin Zheng also felt a trace of pressure, there were only two games left, and in these two games, he had no way to win with all his might.

Because several people were on the second floor, the visitors on the first floor did not know the results upstairs, and when the small second building reported the "results", the guests broke out into an uproar.

Some people were surprised that Lin Zheng really dared to challenge the poet Chen Wang, and others sighed that they could finally see Mr. Chen's new work today.

Of course, the largest part of the people are still discussing the poems of Chen Wang and Lin Zheng in the first game.

Obviously, the guests downstairs also preferred Chen Wang's poems and praised them one after another. But at the same time, they also have a different opinion of Lin Zheng, because Lin Zheng's poems are indeed good.

As a result, the downstairs became more lively, and everyone was waiting for the next match between the two.

"I announce that the first match was won by Mr. Chen Wang. In the end, Chen Xiayu, the owner of Phoenix Building, said.

Chen Wang raised his hand and said: "Luckily, Mr. Lin's poems are really good, few people can write poems so atmospheric, but everyone in Tianguang City likes poems with delicate emotions, Mr. Lin is new to the city, and he may not know much about it, so I can be regarded as taking advantage of it......"

Lin Zheng also smiled when he heard this, and said: "Mr. Chen doesn't have to be modest, your poems are indeed better than mine, and you are convinced." ”

"You don't have to be humble, in my opinion, both of you are rare talents, and this is a game, you two are not amiable without the slightest smell of gunpowder, this is not good. Zhao Qinghai said with a smile: "The sentence just now, 'how sad can you be', made me really feel a lot of feelings, and I will come up with the question in this second game." ”

Zhao Qinghai continued: "Two gentlemen, please improvise a poem with the title of 'sorrow'. ”

Zhao Qinghai really likes Yu Meiren, so he came up with such a topic.

At first, he thought that Lin Zheng might not be able to write poems like Yu Meiren, but after the first game, he felt that Yu Meiren should be from Lin Zhi's hand.

That's why he once again took "sorrow" as the title, wanting to see what kind of poems Lin Zheng could write.

After hearing this question, Chen Wang showed a thoughtful smile, and after pondering for a while, he took the lead again and said: "Half of spring, the night is old and cold, and the lonely lamp is alone to accompany the moon. ”

"Lean on the railing and look back at the geese. ”

"A thin book is hard to carry, and a thousand words are spoken. “

"Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow!"

"The pipa is played, the lovesickness is broken, and the flowers fall and bloom for another year. ”

"Haggard face, thin eyebrows. ”

"Full of concern, tears dry. ”

"Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow!"

It is not difficult to hear that Chen Wang wrote a poem, and there are a total of six sad words in the words, which cannot be said to be inappropriate for the theme, and the words are full of emotions, this is a poem about the sorrow and lovesickness between lovers.

For Chen Wang's poem, the editors-in-chief of several major publishing houses and the boss of Phoenix Building all showed a satisfied look, although it was not as amazing as the first poem, but after all, it was an improvised poem, and it was already very good to be able to write it to such an extent.

Next, a few people focused their eyes on Lin Zheng, Lin Zheng did not change his color, and thought that he would write a poem of "sorrow", or a poem about a lover, and it happened that a word he liked could be used.

I saw Lin Zheng open his mouth and chanted: "Yellow vine wine, red crisp hands, full of spring palace wall willows." ”

"The east wind is evil, the joy is thin, a cup of sadness, and a few years away. ”

"Wrong, wrong, wrong!"

"Spring is as old as ever, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and transparent. ”

"The peach blossoms are falling, the idle pond pavilion, the mountain league is still there, and the brocade book is difficult to support. ”

"Mo, Mo, Mo!"

That's right, this poem is the Song Dynasty big hand Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix", the full text is only seventy or eighty words, but every sentence is a classic, which is also Lin Zheng's favorite poem before his death.

"If you take out this masterpiece, you won't lose, right? Writing such a thing as 'sorrow' is not that the more sorrowful words the better. Lin Zheng thought silently in his heart, the defeat in the first game aroused Lin Zheng's competitive spirit, and the 5,000-year-old cultural accumulation of China would not be lost to the small underworld?

However, after a while, no one spoke, Lin Zheng frowned and asked, "What's the matter, can't I write it?"

Li Chaoyang hesitated for a moment and asked, "Mr. Lin, is this poem really improvised?"

Lin Zheng nodded cheekily, thinking to himself, Lao Lu, you can't blame me, if you can spread your poems in the underworld, how can you thank me.

Li Chaoyang looked at Lin Zheng with burning eyes, and finally shook his head and said, "I can't comment on this song......"

"I can't comment on it, Mr. Chen, to put it mildly, compared to Mr. Lin's first word, your words just now are ...... at all," Zhao Qinghai said.

Chen Wang smiled bitterly when he heard this, and said, "You can't get on the stage at all, right......"

The judges did not speak, and seemed to acquiesce to Chen Wang's words.

Chen Wang shook his head and said: "That's true, compared with Mr. Lin's words, my words are not at the same level at all, this round, I admit defeat." ”

Chen Wang is also a simple person, he knows that after Lin Zheng's words came out, the four judges were no longer able to comment, so he simply admitted defeat.

"Mr. Lin, your attainments in poetry really surprise me. Chen Wang said.

The four judges also looked at Lin Zheng with a shocked face, originally when Lin Zheng wrote the first poem, they just thought that Lin Zheng was a little talented, but if they wanted to shake Chen Wang's status as a poet, it was estimated that it was still a little bit worse, who knew that as soon as Lin Zheng's second poem came out, Chen Wang was directly crushed into powder.

In the second game, Mr. Chen took the initiative to admit defeat, so Mr. Lin won. Chen Xiayu said with a smile: "In this third competition, I will make the questions, do the judges have any opinions?"

The four judges all shook their heads when they heard this, this competition was originally hosted by Phoenix Building, and it was understandable that the boss of Phoenix Building would come up with the question.

"Then I'll raise the difficulty, the third poem must be a seven-word quatrain, written about love. Chen Xiayu said.

After Chen Xiayu finished speaking, Chen Wang fell into deep thought, she was right, the difficulty has indeed increased, and after there is a limit, it is not so easy to write.

"Lover?"

"Seven quatrains?"

Lin Zheng couldn't help but smile in his heart, he opened his mouth without thinking about it: "Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud. ”

"Take the second flower bush lazy review, half of the cultivation of the road and half of the king. ”

As soon as this poem came out, Chen Wang was directly stunned, and after half a sound, he sighed deeply and said slowly: "Mr. Lin is talented, I lost." ”

"In the future, the poet of Phoenix Tower will be Mr. Lin. ”