Su Cheng stood there leisurely, but Han Yu on top picked up his grandson, Han Tianxing's poem, Han Yu took Han Tianxing's poem, touched his chin, frowned slightly, and then stretched. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

After a long time, the poems were worn to a few people behind, and for a while, on the rostrum, there were some whispered discussions, after all, everyone is not a professional poet, and Han Tianxing is Han Yu's grandson, but Su Cheng is just a lonely person.

Naturally, these people want to sell Han Yu a face.

After a long time, everyone looked at Han Tianxing with a smile, but Han Yu's face was a little heavy.

Several people said directly to Su Cheng: "This poem is good, it can already be called a masterpiece." ”

In this sentence, it is natural that compliments and truths are mixed, and they should be sold to Han Yu a face, and Han Yu's face is getting heavier and heavier.

Snorted coldly, everyone on the side was a little surprised, looking at Han Yu's black face that could drip ink, and secretly said in their hearts.

I only heard Han Yu open his mouth and say: "Writing poems is impetuous, the pen is flashy, there is no trace of artistic conception, after so many years of studying with the poet king, you are simply learning in vain!"

And if you are angry, arrogant, and think that you have a little strength, you can see no one, and in a few years, will you not even pay attention to us and your master?"

Han Tianxing's head was originally held high, listening to his grandfather's criticism, his face turned red for a moment, and he looked hot, but Han Yu stopped criticizing, his face was extremely bad, he snorted coldly, lowered his head, and looked at Su Cheng's poems.

However, when I glanced at it just now, my eyes widened, and an awe-inspiring artistic conception suddenly appeared in the verses.

For the helplessness of life, for the nostalgia for the past, Han Yu looked at "Farewell Kangqiao", the impact of a sentence of poetry made Han Yu stay there, for a long time, came back to his senses, and looked at Su Cheng's face was extremely strange.

His eyes were full of shock.

"Peerless poetry! wonderful, really wonderful!" Han Yu looked at Su Cheng and couldn't help but sigh, his tone was completely shocked. This psalm is really ...... It's a masterpiece!"

Well, Han Yu is not wrong in this sentence, in his previous life, Xu Zhimo's "Farewell Kangqiao" was already a masterpiece, and it was a masterpiece.

Han Tianxing, on the side, looked at his grandfather's shock at Su Cheng, the disbelief in his tone, and an unwilling will.

looked at Su Cheng's eyes, which contained hatred and indignation. But he hid it well, and this hateful gaze was only fleeting.

Han Yu, on the other hand, looked at Su Cheng blankly and didn't say a word for a long time.

At this time, an old man came from behind, and he directly grabbed the paper that was placed there, snorted coldly, his face was a little bad, and there was a touch of disdain and doubt in his eyes.

"I want to see what kind of poems can make you, an old man, moved, if it's too bad, don't blame me for looking down on you. The old man said jokingly.

Lowered his head and looked at "Farewell Cambridge".

"Gently I go, just as softly I come. I beckoned softly, and made a cloud of the western sky. ”

"Hehe, it's decent. The old man commented lightly, and then he was stunned for an instant.

"The golden willow on the riverside is the bride in the sunset, and the bright shadow in the waves ripples in my heart. ”

For a moment, the old man stopped talking, his eyes widened, looking at this sentence, his breathing was a little cramped, and a picture unfolded in front of his eyes.

"The green wattles on the soft mud, the oily ones swagger under the water, and in the soft waves of the Cam River, they are willing to be a water weed. ”

This sentence directly inspired a feeling of the old man, this old man, when he was young, went to study in Britain, and it was near the Nakang River, this poem, for a moment, reminded the old man of his previous life near the Cam River.

"The pool under the shade of the elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky, crumpled among the floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream. ”

When he saw this sentence, the old man gasped, the words were wonderful, every word was just right.

"This is simply ......," the old man thought to himself, feeling that the poem had been sublimated to another realm, and the old man looked down mechanically.

"Dreaming? Hold a penny, wander to the greener grass, load a boat of starlight, and sing in the starlight.

But I can't play songs, quietly is the parting sheng flute, and the summer worm is also silent for me, silence is tonight's Kangqiao!"

After reading these two sentences, the old man read them directly, and his heart was full of excitement for a moment, as if the scene of Kangqiao was right in front of his eyes, "Quietly parting sheng flute...... Quietly parting sheng flute ......"

The old man muttered to himself, his eyes seemed a little empty, and he settled down, and continued to look at the last sentence.

After reading it, he held the paper in his hand and stood there as if it were a sculpture, his eyes glazed out.

"Eh, Old Zhou, when did you come? Han Yu came back to his senses, looked at several of his old friends looking behind him, and also turned around, just in time to see this old Zhou.

Lao Zhou also suddenly came back to his senses from his artistic conception, looked at Han Yu, and said, "I just came." ”

Han Yu flashed a light in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Old Zhou, you are the king of poetry, how about you look at this Su Xiaoyou's poem?"

Han Yu didn't directly say the name of Su Cheng, but asked Lao Zhou.

And the people around were shocked for a moment, this old man who was dressed in a few plain clothes and had slightly gray temples would actually be the famous poet king Zhou Min!

There was a lot of discussion around for a moment, but Zhou Min's next sentence directly triggered a 12-magnitude earthquake!

Zhou Min smiled slightly, looked at Su Cheng, his eyes were a little deep, and said: "If I didn't look at the person who wrote the poem, I thought he was a middle-aged man, but I didn't expect this Su Xiaoyou to be so young, he is really talented."

This poem is definitely the best, if this is just an accidental poem, it can show that Su Xiaoyou's potential is absolutely impossible to explore, and he will definitely soar to the sky one day, but if this is not an accidental work, then absolutely, Su Xiaoyou's realm at the moment is not below me.

The most critical point, if I'm not mistaken, Su Xiaoyou's full name should be Su Cheng, right?"

Zhou Min smiled faintly, walked to Su Cheng's side, looked at Su Cheng, his eyes narrowed slightly, and said to Su Cheng, but such a sentence made the whole drinking party explode. (To be continued.) )