The audience was stunned.

Why are you so self-appointed, and they can't be dissatisfied?

Guo Shanshan sighed in her heart and covered her face with her hands.

As soon as these words came out, it was strange not to offend this group of people.

Feng En looked at Guo Shanshan's expression and felt relieved. Guo Shanshan, a woman with a good face, a kid like Jiang Ming who embarrassed her couldn't tell what Guo Shanshan thought in her heart.

Feng En said to Guo Shanshan: "This Jiang Ming is really still too young, isn't he?"

Guo Shanshan looked at Feng En, who had a tender face, and said coldly: "If it weren't for you, how could you be like this?"

If it weren't for Feng En pulling Jiang Ming over, how could Jiang Ming say these words? Jiang Ming was still a young man after all!

According to his actions in the New Thinking Essay Contest, he must be an unruly talent!

Chen Wenyi's friend Luo Zheng said defiantly: "Writer Jiang just came up from the foot of the mountain, and he kept looking at the mountains, he must have a poem in his heart, why don't you write a poem?"

Luo Zheng sneered in his heart, asking this kid to curse him and his friends for not being able to go down the mountain!

Before Jiang Ming could speak, Luo Zheng stuffed a brush in his hand.

Jiang Ming looked at the provocative young writers around him, and a group of elderly people who were dissatisfied with Jiang Ming's arrogance, and felt a little helpless.

He really came to find out where the ghost clan was, not to write poetry.

Jiang Ming couldn't think of what to write for a while, and he didn't remember much about the poems that wrote about mountains. The previous "Wangyue" has already been written by him!

Jiang Ming thought in his heart, the brush in his hand accidentally touched the rice paper, and immediately drew a long horizontal line.

Luo Zheng read: "One!"

Jiang Ming: "......" He didn't want to write one. Jiang Ming wrote one, and suddenly didn't know what to write.

Mushuang eyes were looking at him amusefully.

"Just because you can write an article doesn't mean you can write poetry. ”

What the old gentleman said was that there are so many young talents in China who can't write poems. ”

Jiang Ming held the brush in his hand and delayed writing the second stroke, obviously stumped.

Wang Ruoyun was shocked, this Jiang Ming wouldn't have encountered a problem, right?

She had heard that this guy participated in the school poetry club, and he was quite good at writing poetry......

"Look, 'the most outstanding young writer' has been stumped by a poem, and has not yet written a second pen!" said a young man in the crowd teasingly.

I want you to be arrogant, say that you are the most outstanding among young writers, and don't even say "one"!

The more Wang Ruoyun looked, the more anxious he became, wouldn't he really be planted?

Even Zhou Zhen was a little surprised.

Jiang Ming hesitated for a moment, and finally picked up his pen and wrote: "One up and one up, one up to the high mountain." ”

Finally thought of it......

Everyone was silent for a moment, and then burst out laughing.

"Oh my god, everybody can write poetry! A young man clutched his belly and laughed so hard that he almost foamed at his nose.

"My sister in junior high school asked me to help her buy some Jiang Ming's "Detective Mitheus Collection". I don't think I can buy it for my sister, and I have deep doubts about the intelligence of its writers. ”

Chen Wenyi felt very uncomfortable, and he was patted by Luo Zheng on the side and asked for advice.

Chen Wenyi held back for a long time, stared at the two sentences written by Jiang Ming, and finally said: "The writing is very brilliant, and it is very skillful. ”

It's a very beautiful word, and there are very few people in the room who can match it.

The people around couldn't help but laugh.

"Yes, yes, yes, the words are beautifully written, but the poems are not good. ”

"Well, the calligraphy is good, but the writing is too bad haha. This is also called poetry, limerick poetry?"

Guo Shanshan covered her forehead and sighed in her heart.

Miserable, right?

Jiang Ming saw that the heat was enough, so he picked up the pen and wrote on the rice paper: "Raise your head, the red sun and white clouds are low, and you can look at the five lakes and all the seas." [Note: From Tang Bohu.] ]

The audience fell silent for a moment, and looked at Jiang Ming blankly.

No way!

Is this still a master?

Chen Wenyi clapped his hands and exclaimed: "Writer Jiang's poem is very well written! The first two sentences are plain and unwavering...... It's almost the same limerick, but the last two sentences suddenly have a majestic artistic conception, good poetry!"

Feng En was a little speechless: "Can you still write poems like this?

I feel that the preface does not match the afterword.

A young man sneered: "This is called the 'reverse pull' technique, don't talk if you don't understand!"

Feng En was dumbfounded, okay, okay, you guys are awesome!

The young writer who provoked Jiang Ming just now didn't know what to say, this is definitely a good poem!

An old man said: "Poet Jiang, it's a good poem, but ...... I don't think the Junshan Scenic Area will want it, right?"

Although this poem is excellent, it is not easy if it is to be used as propaganda.

Luo Zheng thought that Jiang Ming, this kid, had cursed Chen Wenyi that he might not be able to come down the mountain just now, and he was still angry in his heart.

He glanced at it and sneered: "This poem is just a game at most, and I can't wait for the stage." I don't like this poem!"

Jiang Ming looked at Luo Zheng when he heard this, and he picked up his pen and wrote another poem.

"Horizontally, it is a peak on the side of the forest, and the height is different from far and near. Jiang Ming finally changed the word "Lushan" to "Junshan".

The audience was dumbfounded, and Luo Zheng's face completely stiffened.

No way. Is this really a poet?

A young man's lips trembled, "This ...... It's not just about writing poetry, isn't it? Especially the last sentence, because we're in different positions, we have different understandings of things, right......."

Chinese poetry all pays attention to a supporting word. Obviously, Jiang Ming's poem contains truth that makes people think deeply!

The old man suddenly held Jiang Ming's hand: "Mr. Jiang is a great mastery!"

Suddenly, the crowd became lively, "Wait, is this Jiang Ming who won the first place twice in the New Thinking Essay Contest at Zhongzhou University? My God, he seems to be a poet who was invited to join the Association by the president of the Huaxia Love Poetry Association!"

Everyone present was stunned, this kid is really not small?

Guo Shanshan and Wang Ruoyun had light on their faces, and they couldn't help laughing.

"After a while, I finally remembered why Jiang Ming's name is so familiar! He seems to be the poet who inscribed the ten views of West Lake!" another young man in the crowd exclaimed in shock.

At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded.

Junshan just looked at the West Lake after taking the name of the ten scenes, the number of tourists increased a lot before they followed the example to engage in a poetry writing activity, many literati hope to be like the poet who inscribed the ten views of the West Lake, leave a name!

Who knows...... This is the poet in front of you?

Wushuang stared at Jiang Ming with his eyes, and saw Jiang Ming nodding lightly: "Well, I named it." ”

Wang Ruoyun and Guo Shanshan's faces changed suddenly, and they were surprised.

The person who inscribed the title of the ten views of West Lake turned out to be ...... Jiang Ming?

You must know that the West Lake has been advertised on TV all day long recently, because there are really a lot of tourists who go to the name of the ten outstanding scenic spots!

This kid isn't a little strong, he's really strong!

No way!

Feng En almost fell to the ground, he also said just now that if Jiang Ming had the ability of that genius, he would try it......

Feng En's face turned blue and white for a while, and he was extremely embarrassed.

This kid has a bit of a background......

Luo Zheng and Chen Wenyi were really surprised. Luo Zheng was still thinking about what Jiang Ming said at the foot of the mountain just now, and couldn't help but say that Jiang Ming's character was not good.

Suddenly, Chen Wenyi's face changed drastically, and he fell to the ground all of a sudden.

The audience was stunned for a moment, and immediately panicked.

"Why are you dizzy?Xiao Chen, are you okay?"

"What about the doctor?"

The old man said nervously, "There is no doctor at the top of the mountain! ”

Luo Zheng looked at his friend who fainted on the ground, and he was stunned.

Is there really an accident? You can't really get down the mountain, right?

Luo Zheng looked at his best friend, his mind blank......

Jiang Ming spread his hands helplessly, he couldn't be blamed for this, he reminded the two of them.

Suddenly, a young man proposed, "Why don't you send Xiao Chen to Junshan Temple first? I heard that there are monks studying medicine in Junshan Temple!"

"Yes, yes, hurry up and carry it to Junshan Temple!"

So a group of people immediately carried Chen Wenyi, who had fainted to the ground and was already foaming at the mouth, to the temple of Junshan Temple.

Jiang Ming watched as most of the people in the pavilion went towards the temple, and only a sparse group of people remained in the pavilion.

He stood in the pavilion and looked out over the rolling hills.

Where is the Eye?

Feng En looked at Jiang Ming's appearance of standing with his hands in his hands, and couldn't help but say, "It's all clouds here, where can I see below?"

Jiang Ming kept silent, he not only could see it, but he also saw it...... Chu Shaoning, Chu Xinyue and a group of people......

Now he has a thousand miles at a glance, and there is no problem going down the mountain alone.

Jiang Ming hooked the corners of his lips and looked at the group of people in the mountains.

Chu Xinyue's legs were already weak, and she couldn't help but say, "Master Ding, you haven't found it yet, it's going to be a morning!"

Ding Haiyan's face was so ugly, he couldn't even find the slightest trace?

Chu Shaoning also looked at Ding Haiyan suspiciously, and asked, "Master Ding, are you okay?"

Ding Haiyan gritted his teeth and said, "Of course there is no problem. Miss Mu Yan is in the middle of this Junshan Mountain Range! What are you anxious about? If you can't trust Master Ben, you can find someone else. Look for the young man you met this morning. ”

The scene was awkward......

Suddenly, a man's familiar voice flashed in Chu Xinyue's mind: "Go up the mountain to find me." ”