"Good poem! Good poem! Brother Qianqiu, this poem is so well written!" In the small pavilion, on another stone table, Jiang Jingde's hair trembled, and his old face said excitedly.

"Lao Jiang, Lao Weng has put in real effort this time! If this poem is taken out, it is worth a thousand gold!" He Daye read it carefully, and he was also amazed!

"See and laugh! See and laugh! Good sentences are natural, and they are clever and skillful. Or Lao Jiang's house has a good scenery, so I can be poetic. Weng Lao waved his hand again and again, and said modestly.

And at this time, the conversation at the opposite table was so exciting, it was impossible for the people at Ang Lee's table not to hear it.

Li An, Jiang Wan, and Ouyang Zhenghua heard the words and looked at them, and saw that there was a slightly larger square stone table at the edge of the small pavilion, full of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, Jiang Wan's grandfather Jiang Jingde, He Daye, and the sword-eyed, tiger-eyed, and not old-looking Weng Lao gathered next to Shi Zhuo.

At this moment, Weng Lao just put down the brush, and there was a pen on the table, with a strong pen, an iron painting silver hook, and a calligraphy ink treasure that was quite atmospheric and good-looking.

Moreover, looking at the amazed and appreciative eyes of Jiang Jingde and He Daye around them, the ink of feelings was the result of Weng Lao's poetry, and he wrote a poem on the spot.

At this time, Jiang Ancheng heard the exclamations of his father and two uncles, and couldn't help but stand up, walked to him, looked at it, and admired it, and said:

"I have heard Weng's old poems for a long time, and when I see it today, Ancheng throws himself to the ground, and he can't express the agitation in his heart. ”

Immediately behind Jiang Ancheng are Ouyang Zhenghua, Li An, and Jiang Wan, Ouyang Zhenghua is thinking about how to be in the limelight and challenge Li Ancheng at the moment. Therefore, if there is excitement, of course he has to make up and take the opportunity to find an opportunity.

And Ang Lee likes this kind of quiet and comfortable summer afternoon life, which is completely two different feelings and two different experiences when being an anchor is still and moving.

Therefore, when he heard that Weng Lao's poems were flourishing, and there were poems in the world, of course he had to join in the fun. Although he doesn't know how to write poems and lyrics, poetry is a traditional Chinese culture, and he still admires it very much.

But as soon as Li An walked to Shi Zhuo's side, before he had time to read the poem written by Weng Lao, he was greeted by Jiang Ancheng's rolling sycophants.

"I have heard Weng's old poetry for a long time, and when I see it today, Ancheng is on the ground, and I can't express the excitement in my heart. ”

Ang Lee had goosebumps when he heard it!

Originally, Li Ancheng thought that Jiang Ancheng was targeting him, perhaps because Jiang Ancheng was bookish, too stubborn, and didn't know how to communicate with people.

But he never thought that Jiang Ancheng's kung fu was so unfathomable, and his face was really not ordinarily thick!

This sycophant is so disgusting! Even the five-body throw comes out!

Li Ancheng can be regarded as understanding now, Jiang Ancheng used to speak coldly and disdainfully to him, and blasted him out mercilessly if he didn't agree with him. In fact, it's not that Jiang Ancheng reads too much, he is rigid and stubborn, and he doesn't understand how to be tactful and communicative.

Fundamentally speaking, Jiang Ancheng just looks down on him! He just thinks that Li An is not as good as Ouyang Zhenghua, and he is not even worthy of lifting Ouyang Zhenghua's shoes! Jiang Ancheng just wants to humiliate in front of his daughter and humiliate the boyfriend that his daughter brought back, so that Jiang Wan will completely die to Li An, so that she can get together with Ouyang Zhenghua, the uncle that Jiang Ancheng fancies.

Li An looked at Jiang Ancheng, who was licking his face and slapping himself in front of Weng Lao, and a sneer burst into his heart!

He didn't expect a lady like Jiang Wan to have such a deep scheming and black belly!

If this matter were to be replaced by someone else, it is estimated that I would have swallowed it!

After all, this is the Jiang family, and this is one of the four great scholarly families!

However, he Li An couldn't swallow this breath!

Ang Lee is a person who never suffers!

He seems to be low-key, unassuming, and easy to get along with. However, anyone who provoked him knew what a surging heart was hidden under Ang Lee's calm and gentle temperament!

Some anchors call the audience that Ang Lee is a warrior! This is definitely not groundless!

In Ang Li's eyes, I don't care who you are! You are the king of heaven, if you provoke me, even if I can't beat you, I will bite you hard!

Therefore, when Li An saw Jiang Ancheng, who had the opposite attitude in front of Weng Lao, he didn't want to be angry!

Okay, don't you look down on me Ang Lee? Then I'll compare myself with your uncle in my eyes!

Although I, Ang Lee, am not a literati and writer, I dare not claim to be full of poetry and books. But it's not someone who is left to be shouted and insulted at will!

Li Anxin was sure, and the eyes of the whole person were a little sharper!

He was already sunny and handsome, with sword eyebrows and tiger eyes, and his face was like a knife. At this time, his eyes were sharp, and his domineering and unparalleled temperament of the whole person was even higher, and he looked directly at Jiang Wan, who had been observing Li An attentively, and he was intoxicated.

And at this time, Ouyang Zhenghua, who had been paying attention to Ang Li and Jiang Wan, was angry when he saw this scene!

Jiang Wan is the daughter-in-law who has been settled in his heart, although Jiang Wan has always ignored his passionate pursuit. However, he believed that sooner or later, Jiang Wan would change her mind and like him.

But the daughter-in-law in his heart is flirting with others, and he is in love with a concubine, which makes him, who is already narrow-minded, how can he bear it?

Therefore, Ouyang Zhenghua couldn't wait to challenge Ang Lee, and wanted Ang Lee to lose face in front of others, so he could take the opportunity to show off!

And just when Ouyang Zhenghua was secretly anxious in his heart, Jiang Jingde looked very happy, and he loved and respected Weng Lao's poem very much.

Li An on the side also understood Jiang Jingde's mood, Weng Lao's poem, he also read it a few times just now, although he didn't know how to compose poems and write lyrics, but he could also see that this poem was indeed well written, and it could be regarded as a work of inheritance.

The theme of Weng Lao's poem is to write about flocks of white swans frolicking in Chunming Lake of the Jiang family, and the writing has both form and spirit, and it is very atmospheric.

If you want Ang Lee to say, the only fly in the ointment of this poem is that Ang Lee feels that the rhetoric of this poem is too gorgeous, not like writing about the goose of Chunming Lake that he saw with his own eyes, but like writing about the ethereal white goose in fantasy.

Everyone has a preconceived psychology, and Ang Lee's world also has a song that has been recited through the ages, from octogenarians to kindergarten children, they can blurt out and recite goose poems like a stream.

When Ang Lee reads Weng Lao's poem "Goose Goose", it is inevitable that he will not compare it with Luo Bingwang's "Goose Goose Goose".

And in this comparison, when Li An looked at Weng Lao's goose poem again, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly. Although this poem is also very good, it is still slightly deficient compared with Luo Bingwang's "Song of the Goose" that has been recited through the ages, and there is a little bit of back-to-basics in the whole poem.

ps: First update. Thank you for the reward of "the lights are shining and the emotions are small". Thank you for the reward of the hall master Xuanyuan Sword Spirit Immortal, and thank you for the reward of the book friends in the book friend group. Thank you. I believe that some book friends will know what poetry Ang Lee is going to make when they see this. Baozi really didn't expect that the book friends were so careful that they knew that Baozi was going to write poems last night. Awesome, my book friend!

PS2: Actually, Baozi originally wanted to see book friends guess "Song of the Goose", and was about to rewrite Xiaohe to show his sharp corners. After thinking about it, in order to reward, I still don't dig a pit, and I pit book friends. . .