PS. was once again complained about the name problem...... Is it just that my naming skills are really poor?

Can you tell me out loud in the book review section? It's not bad in the end! The following text:

Zhao Yuehua looked at "Under the Full Moon" in her hand, as if she was a treasure, in this "Under the Full Moon", a feeling of poetry came to her face. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The beautiful artistic conception of the sentence has been tempered thousands of times of text refinement, and if it were not for the poetry that has been tempered thousands of times, it would have been impossible to make it in such a short time.

Zhao Yuehua had a curiosity in his heart, he really wanted to see and see, what was written by the poet in this game.

And he also had a trace of curiosity about Ding Feng, after all, in the circle, he had never heard of Ding Feng's name, and at such a young age, he had everyone's pen power.

This is extremely rare, unless ......

Zhao Yuehua's heart was hot, and she thought of a possibility, and asked the two people on the side: "Have any of you heard of Ding Feng, which old guy's disciple is he, an unborn genius?" ”

After all, there is only one possibility of a writer with this kind of pen power, and she has never heard of it, that is, a long-famous poet who has been a close disciple of the family.

Over the years, he has been imitating and creating his master's works, and he has accumulated this kind of experience, and recently he is also in the period of coming out of the mountains.

Otherwise, she really couldn't think of any reason, after all, if it was talent, it would be really too terrifying.

"Ding Feng? Haven't heard of it. Li Sheng was slightly stunned, and thought carefully for a long time before saying this sentence.

Zhou Jianlin, on the other hand, had his pupils imperceptibly closed, looked at Zhao Yuehua and asked, "I remember to show him poems in the previous two scenes, what's wrong?" ”

Zhao Yuehua was stunned for a moment, and became more and more curious about Ding Feng's identity in her heart, and then said slowly: "It's nothing, you look at this ......"

Zhao Yuehua was happy in her heart, and without thinking much, she handed over the paper in her hand.

Zhou Jianlin was a little anxious in his heart, and had some bad premonitions, so he hurriedly took it over and looked at it.

After watching "Under the Full Moon", I felt a little bad in my heart.

After all, he is the top master of poetry, although it is said that it is an ancient poetry, but he can see at a glance that this poem at least has a classic, this level of strength!

A touch appeared in Zhou Jianlin's heart, a faint haze, in the first two scenes, Ding Feng wrote ancient poems, and it was really not good, but now a modern poem has the strength of the classic level, how not to make him frightened.

There is no doubt that there is him, but before Ding Feng was a Tibetan rub, and he believes that Ding Feng's attainments are mainly in the modern poetry school.

Zhou Jianlin's head was constantly running, and a cold sweat flowed down his heart, if Ding Feng's modern poetry attainments were really high, then the possibility of his son winning the championship would be much lower.

Zhou Jianlin's eyes flashed with gloom, in his eyes, his son will inevitably inherit his name as the king of poetry in the future, and the name of this king of poetry must not have any failures!

Zhou Jianlin looked at this "Under the Full Moon", his heart was a little cold, and he thought silently: "Since you are a threat, then erase it in the swaddling clothes!" ”

If this poem hadn't fallen into Zhao Yuehua's hands, maybe he would have dealt with it directly, but now there is absolutely no way.

A chill rose in Zhou Jianlin's heart, pretending to go to the toilet, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and dialed a call: "Hey......"

Soon, Ding Feng and the three of them entered the field.

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhou Cang's eyes, and he said sarcastically: "Yo, this shit luck actually made you advance to the top three?" ”

However, his heart was full of solemnity, he knew that if he wanted to advance to the top three, luck alone was definitely not enough!

Although he was a little dignified, he still didn't think that Ding Feng could overpower him, after all, he asked his father and him to prepare a classic song together.

Ding Feng heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he did not speak.

It's just that Zheng Shuang, who lost a little in the last game, was directly brushed down, but a boy who was not very outstanding rushed into the top three.

The three of Zhou Cang sat on their chairs, and a voice sounded on the radio: "The fourth final is started!" Half an hour! Theme: Love! Limited theme: ancient poems. ”

When the last sentence sounded, Li Sheng and Zhao Yuehua above were stunned, this was completely different from the notice they received!

Don't think about it, there's definitely a shady curtain here.

Li Sheng and Zhao Yuehua glared at Zhou Jianlin together, Zhao Yuehua's own good mood, in an instant, the clouds were dense in his heart.

Li Sheng was not easy to have on this occasion, and he knew in his heart that it was probably Ding Feng's sharpness that made Zhou Jianlin feel threatened, but at this moment, he had already read it, and it was not easy to change it at all, so in desperation, he had to snort coldly.

And the faces of the two of them were blue together.

As for Zhou Jianlin, he looked at Ding Feng below with a smile on his face, but he didn't see Ding Feng, that kind of face like the end of the world, but a faint smile flashed, and in an instant, a bad premonition rose in Zhou Jianlin's heart, and the alarm bell sounded in his heart.

Ding Feng picked up his pen steadily, and a poem appeared in his mind.

The pen walks the dragon, and a poem quickly emerges on the paper.

"I was not born, and I was old. You hate me for being late, and I hate you for being early. ……”

Although this poem is nameless, the poetry has reached a peak realm, the sentence "I was not born, I was old." It can be called the most widely circulated verse among love poems!

After Ding Feng wrote down a poem, he put down the pen, with a smile on his face, looking at Zhou Jianlin, the corners of his mouth were gently outlined with disdain.

However, this disdain, in Zhou Jianlin's view, is so ironic, and the uneasiness in his heart is becoming more and more intense.

Zhou Jianlin was a little restless until the bell rang at the end, and after the three of them left, Zhou Jianlin rushed directly to Ding Feng's seat.

The poems went straight to the soul, making Zhou Jianlin tremble.

Half-step hand-me-down!

This poem is only missing a name, but it is also missing such a name, which is directly stuck at the door of the heirloom, half a foot into it, and half a foot stays at the peak of the classic.

Completely invincible!

He himself thought that this kind of level of competition, preparing a classic for his son would be enough to sweep, but who knows, this Ding Feng was killed in the air!

Zhao Yuehua and Li Sheng on the side stood there, and the two of them also saw the grade of the poem, and their faces were a little strange.

In Zhou Jianlin's mind, Ding Feng's mocking face was constantly replayed.

His face was pale, angry, and he threw his sleeves and walked away.

However, looking at Zhou Jianlin's appearance, the two old men laughed loudly, and Zhao Yuehua's curiosity about Ding Feng had reached its limit at this moment.

This Ding Feng gave him two shocks, not only modern poetry has extremely high attainments, but also does not belong to modern poetry in ancient poetry.