Ding Feng didn't linger long, walked straight inside, and soon, he returned to his seat, in front of him was Bai Xingtian, he glanced at Ding Feng deeply, which made Ding Feng's heart a little hairy.

"I hope you can fight me!"

Bai Xingtian said slowly.

"Not much interest."

Ding Feng replied directly, then rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders.

But Bai Xingtian didn't continue to answer, but instead sat there, and his spirit was at the peak.

The title of the second scene, which soon appeared, is a celebration of love.

This topic is obviously a bit more troublesome than the first one.

Everyone frowned slightly, everyone's view of love is different, and everyone's perception of love is also different.

However, when Ding Feng saw this topic, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, love, not too much.

The song "Jun Sheng, I am not born" was just the most widely circulated one.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and after confirming the poem, he began to write.

And the other people are still biting the pen.

However, Ding Feng's behavior also attracted everyone's attention.

"This time, when we wait for the meeting, we will pay attention to that Ding Feng and see who is sacred."

Lin Jiayou was the first to say that he was extremely curious about Ding Feng's identity, and the other three people were the same.

"Well, okay, I just don't know how much surprise this Ding Feng can bring us."

Huangpu Lingling also nodded, and couldn't help but agree, Dai Bai also nodded, but then, a touch of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"Unexpectedly, he actually made the cut? Didn't even get knocked out? ”

Dai Bai said in some surprise, and his tone was full of a touch of sarcasm.

"Who?"

Lin Jiayou asked Dai Bai, and then Dai Bai pointed to Ding Feng.

"It seems that this guy's luck is good, but it is estimated that this is the end of it, the top 18 is not a cat or a dog, and he can be promoted."

Dai Bai's tone was filled with a hint of disdain, and he spoke sarcastically.

"That's not necessarily, until the last moment, no one knows the final result, don't forget the legend of the poetry of the year, Li Guangtai!"

Huangpu Lingling said in a deep voice, mentioning the name Li Guangtai, Dai Bai trembled slightly, and as soon as Li Guangtai came out, all the geniuses were squeezed aside.

And Ding Feng now, the poem that appears on the paper is an extremely famous love poem.

"Pu Jia".

Pujia is a four-character poem in the Book of Songs in Chinese history.

And this poem, under Ding Feng's pen, appeared in this world for the first time.

"The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side.

Tracing back to it, the road is obstructive and long. Tracing from it, it is like being in the middle of the water. ”

There are three articles in the whole text, the first one appears in Ding Feng's pen, a charming picture, between the lines of the poem, is painted.

It was as if there was a beautiful Yiren on the other side of the water, but when she followed the current to find her, it was as if she was standing in the middle of the water.

"The leaves are green, and the white dew is not dawning. The so-called Yi people are in the water of the Mae.

Tracing back to it, the road is blocked and climbing. Tracing from it, it is like being in the water. ”

The second paragraph appears leisurely, and the text of the first paragraph is only slightly modified, but the meaning is completely different, and the same picture flows.

The Yiren in the water is now on the other side of the riverbank, following the flowing water to find her, as if she is in the water.

The third paragraph of words and phrases also appeared slowly, and Ding Feng was about to stop a poem.

"The leaves are picked, and the white dew is not over. The so-called Yi people are in the water.

Tracing back to it, the road is blocked and right. Tracing from it, it is like a water in the water. ”

The third paragraph appeared, and the whole poem ended directly, giving people the feeling that it was completely done in one go, Ding Feng gently put down the pen in his hand and read the poem "Pu Jia". He nodded slightly.

Then, I looked around, some people just started writing, and some people were at a loss.

Only he can't look at the back, for the two people in the back, Ding Feng doesn't know what state it is, as for Bai Xingtian in front, Ding Feng doesn't care.

After all, the last game was only one point worse than himself, and you can see the degree of his genius, this kind of topic naturally cannot be difficult for him.

Ding Feng closed his eyes and began to take a slight nap.

After all, there are still twenty minutes before the end, so it's impossible to let him sit here, right?

Twenty minutes passed quickly, which was a torment for the people below, and a torment for the three people above, whether it was Bai Xingtian or that Ding Feng.

All three of them want to know how these two will sing the praises of love.

All the participants have just left the gate.

The three of them moved directly. rushed directly to Bai Xingtian's table. After all, they all knew Bai Xingtian.

"Tsk, this poem is good."

It is a modern poem, Dai Bai looked at the verses on the table, was amazed, and couldn't help but nod.

"In just thirty minutes, Yan wrote this kind of fine poem, this Bai Xingtian is worthy of being Li Guangtai's apprentice!"

"Indeed, love is compared to two birds in the forest, and there is a strong artistic conception in it."

"It's a ghost, but I don't know how that Ding Feng wrote."

Dai Bai said, and then his tone became a little playful, "Come, let's take a look at this opening five minutes, and start writing poems, what exactly is written." ”

Dai Bai casually picked up Ding Feng's paper at the back, didn't look at his name, and read directly: "Yo, it's still a four-word poem." Not bad, genius. ”

The tone is full of irony, four-word poems, who doesn't know that it is an extremely difficult poem to write, and four-word poems were extremely prosperous in the pre-Qin period.

And now, Dai Bai began to read it in that tone of tone and frustration, but Huangpu Lingling on the side pricked up her ears, after all, it is a four-word poem, and she has the most say here, although she doesn't think this four-word poem will be very good.

"The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are ...... on the water side"

Reading this, Dai Bai's face was a little wrong, and this four-word poem gave him a complete picture.

A picture on the river!

And he also noticed that this four-word poem is not simple.

Dai Bai subconsciously glanced at the name on it, wanting to see who the author of this "Pu Jia" was.

But when he saw the above two words, Dai Bai was directly stunned, and his throat seemed to be blocked with a piece of fat, and he wanted to say something, but it was difficult to pronounce it......

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