The examiner sighed secretly, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the four or five examiners gathered together, staring at a poem in his hand as if he was stunned. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info his eyes lit up, walked to the side, and said, "Did you find any good poems, why don't you take them out and share them?" ”

His words seemed to wake up these stunned people, and one of them sighed and said, "It's a pity, it's a pity that the time is not right." ”

What a pity?

The examiner felt strange in his heart, walked to the side and took a look, he saw the poem clearly, read it from beginning to end, and also sighed: "It's a pity, it's a pity that the time is wrong." ”

He sighed in his heart, this February spring breeze, even the seasons are completely written, although the poem is a good poem, it is a pity that it is the time.

is the poem of Fang Cai Lu Zhanyuan, who also writes about spring willows, he only laments that the season described in the poem is wrong, why not write winter willows.

For the current one, he rebelled, thinking that this poem should be made for Chunliu, and it can't be changed at all. It's the season that I sigh about, and now this season, why isn't it spring?

Looking at the corner of the City God Temple, there is a row of willow trees planted. It's a pity that in the current season, you can't see jasper, you can't see green silk, you can't see fine leaves, and you can't feel the spring breeze, only the cold wind.

He must not know him alone if he wants to have this emotion, and looked at the author's signature - Yang Fu, Xun Yu.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity that you can't see the green willow leaves." He looked at the remaining hundred poems and suddenly felt a sense of interest.

Thinking like this, an examiner said even more bluntly: "This poem can replace Lu Zhanyuan, the poem alone is already much better, and it is indeed a willow, there is no doubt about it." ”

Another examiner continued: "Although I am writing about spring willows, our poetry club did not say what season we must write, only said that we must write about spring willows, but did not say that we can't write about spring willows." I think it can be set as the champion, and the rest of those from other countries, according to the previous poems, can't compare to this one. ”

The remaining examiners also spoke one after another, with an attitude, this poem can be used as a first-day champion poem.

The examiner, who was not interested, listened to their words, and was a little crying and laughing, which was completely a cover-up. Generally speaking, to write landscape poems is, of course, to write about the scenery of the day, and now these are all saying some crooked and evil reasons. But he does have this idea in his heart, such poems can't be crowned, and what kind of poems can.

He thought of this Yang Mansion again, wasn't it the Yang Mansion that he had a dispute with Lu Zhanyuan? Now the poems of Yang Mansion have replaced Lu Zhanyuan's poems, but it is a good show.

He already didn't like Lu Zhanyuan in the first place, but after posting the poem, this Lu Zhanyuan got even more carried away, surrounded by most of the scholars, and it seemed that he was here to stammer.

Now that I don't even have fame, I know how to form a party for personal gain, if I really get luck and get fame, then I still have it?

Lu Zhanyuan is now talking to a scholar from a foreign country. He has already inquired, this scholar has a solid family background, although he is not as good as the Yang Mansion Mujia Junwang, but he is also a squire, and it is naturally beneficial to make friends. With a smile on his face, he said: "In the next poem, in fact, it is just a sudden inspiration, and this poem is originally like this, and it pays attention to talent." ”

"Oh, but look at this poem at the foot, it is written about the spring scenery, and Yongliu only occupies a line and a half sentence in it, and now the season is ......" The scholar did not finish his words, but the meaning was obvious.

The scholar came from other countries, and he didn't look very old, and he participated in such a poetry meeting for the first time, thinking about asking Lu Zhanyuan for advice. I don't understand the secrets, but I don't know that I have offended Lu Zhanyuan.

When Lu Zhanyuan heard him say this, he still looked indifferent on his face, but he was very angry in his heart. Secretly said that this scholar didn't know what to do, and he was kind and kind, but he didn't expect to expose it in person, and said, "What's this?" However, the poems are all inspirations, and the title of this poetry will be Yongliu, and it doesn't say that it can't be Wing Chun Liu. ”

After speaking, he turned his head and left, ignoring the scholar.

Others secretly said that Lu Zhanyuan was so shameless, and he used his previous poems to pretend to be poems made on the spot, and he dared to be so arrogant. But on the surface, there was a look of approval: "That's right, when I woke up at night, I was inspired to make a good poem." Sometimes the more people want to do it, the more they can't do it, and sometimes they don't want to do it. ”

The young scholar nodded his head.

At this time, the stage was crowded, and I saw an examiner holding a piece of poetry and walking to the pasteboard.

Lu Zhanyuan now has a bad premonition, and he saw that the examiner pasted the poem in front of his poem, which means that the examiner thinks that this poem is better than his.

At this time, the sticker board had been surrounded, and he couldn't squeeze in, and the various scholars who had been surrounding him had already left him when they saw that someone was doing poetry better than him.

He was not prepared for this at all, and now he only felt that his hands and feet were weak, if he couldn't get the championship of the poetry club, how would Mu Pepsi rectify him.

Then I heard someone in the crowd say a poem in a loud voice:

"Jasper is made up of a tree high, and ten thousand green silk threads hang down.

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. ”

"This is made by Yang Fu Xunyu."

As soon as these words came out, Lu Zhanyuan almost fell to the ground, if the scholars from the foreign mansion could win the first place, it would be a thousand times better than that of the Yang Mansion, ten thousand times.

The Yang Mansion under the stage still had a solemn atmosphere.

Although there was Xun Yu's assurance, when Lu Zhanyuan's poem was posted, everyone was still in a commotion.

Only the old lady was calm: "What's the fluster, Shangjun's poems haven't arrived yet, do you want to be a repeated villain?" ”

This is serious, it is Pang Hui's words to scold Lu Zhanyuan. Now if someone abandons Xun Yu and goes to the Mu family, it is capricious, and when he intersects with Lu Zhanyuan, it is not enough to say that he is a villain.

So everyone calmed down, but no one spoke, and the atmosphere was a little solemn.

Until now, Xun Yu's poems were read and posted, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and their faces were full of joy, even the fourth lady. She and Mrs. Mu did not agree with her concept at this time, if Xun Yu could win the first place, it would also be beneficial to her.

"Impossible, impossible, why do you say that this poem is better than mine."

There was a loud shout on the stage, and everyone looked over, it turned out to be Lu Zhanyuan, who was a little angry at this time, "That Xun Yu's poems are describing spring willows, what season is it now, and where are there spring willows?" ”

He appeared anxious and worried, like a drowning man, and a straw was also regarded as a life-saving treasure, and he panicked.

At this time, Xun Yu suddenly walked to the front of the stage and asked, "Who says that there is no spring in winter snow?" ”

Everyone was wondering, and they saw Xun Yu holding a paintbrush, painting in her poem, curling a few strokes, a lifelike spring willow fell on the paper, and the catkins were flying.

"Ha, I see you're dizzy, can you count the spring willows you drawn!" Lu Zhanyuan reprimanded angrily.

Even everyone in the audience, the examiner on the stage, and the Chenghuang Menghe of the Yin World shook their heads, thinking so. If you make a painting, you can count, and there are not so many rules in the poetry club.

Seeing Xun Yu's last few strokes, he read in his mouth: "Suddenly, like a spring breeze, thousands of trees and willows bloom." ”

The catkins flying in the painting actually fluttered in the wind, flew out of the painting, and landed on the rows of willow trees in the City God Temple. It was as if spring had come suddenly, and the willow tree had also blossomed and sent out catkins.

There was a wind blowing on everyone's cheeks, only to feel that the winter snow had gone, and the spring breeze had suddenly arrived.

The crowd was in an uproar.