Zhao Wenwen was already shocked, she already believed it, her master did not exaggerate, Lu Zhouyue's strength was indeed above her, she had read Ding Feng's poems before, and she was already suspicious. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But now, a "Poetry Has Three Realms" directly convinced her, if it weren't for the estimation of her own image, she would have jumped up excitedly now.

The only thing that shocked her was that she thought that this Luzhou Yue was at least a graduate student, but she never thought that she was just a college freshman, which was too young!

However, the old man sitting in the back row was full of surprise and wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak.

Until the end, there was only one sigh.

And gradually, the poem has three realms and it is also said to the end, this sentence, like a thunder sound, in the minds of some people who understand, constantly echoing, they are fascinated, like in the fairyland, as for those who do not understand, but their faces are full of confusion, I don't know why.

When Ding Feng's last word fell, Zhao Wenwen hadn't reacted yet, and was silent for five minutes.

Zhao Wenwen came back to her senses after that situation, and looked at Ding Feng's eyes fiery, as if she had seen a delicate jade item.

Then he said, "There are three realms in this poem...... Did you come up with it yourself? ”

Zhao Wenwen didn't believe it, if it was really Ding Feng who came up with it himself, then it would be too terrifying.

Erding Feng nodded, did not speak, Zhao Wenwen's pupils contracted, and she looked at Ding Feng's gaze changing, only 17 years old!

There are three realms to be able to say poetry so perfectly, and even if she is talented, she can only hope for it and it is difficult to catch up.

"Horror! Terrifying! ”

Zhao Wenwen gasped, and finally muttered slowly, a strange thought rose in her heart, her youngest poetry name was going to be removed!

However, then, it was Zhao Wenwen who was there to ask questions, and Ding Feng answered on it, and every paragraph could make everyone have new insights.

And it also made Zhao Wenwen open for a moment.

The comprehension of poetry has risen to a new level, but Ding Feng's sentence made the old man even more shocked.

After all, today's poets pay more attention to swaying ink and exploring the skills of writing poetry.

But being able to comprehend these things so thoroughly is indeed a big problem.

However, he saw in Ding Feng that although a large part of it was just a part of the previous life, the opinions of those poems were brought over.

But the old man didn't know that it was Ding Feng's talent.

More than an hour passed, and this lecture belonging to Zhao Wenwen was completely occupied by Ding Feng.

The one-hour lecture was over, and all those people gathered there, but Ding Feng did not continue to solve his doubts, he was completely persecuted.

After waiting for everyone to disperse, Ding Feng was ready to follow behind these people and leave this place quickly.

However, as soon as Ding Feng took a step forward, an old voice came from behind him.

"Little friend, can you talk to the old man?"

In this voice, the middle is full, and there is no such thing as the old man in the twilight, and there is a weak dead breath.

"Is there something wrong?"

Ding Feng turned around and looked at the old man standing there.

The old man wore a gray plaid knitted hat and a mink coat, and his deep eyes carried a strong sense of time and frost, giving people a sense of being either rich or noble.

Ding Feng frowned slightly, he didn't know this old man, and said, "Old man, is there anything wrong?" ”

"I don't know if I'm lucky, please invite my friend to the old and decrepit cottage?"

The old man spoke in a crepe manner, and Zhao Wenwen on the side also walked over and said, "Luzhou Yue, this is my master's ......"

Zhao Wenwen introduced it directly, and Ding Feng nodded slightly, he is not very good to refuse now.

"Okay."

Nodding, there were not many objections.

After all, if you don't go, it is estimated that there will be no peaceful days in the future.

"That's very good, little friend, please ......"

The old man's eyes were shining brightly when he looked at Ding Feng with a frenzy, and Ding Feng had a feeling of entering the thief's den.

Following the old man, he came to a courtyard in the suburbs, which covers an extremely large area, and is accompanied by a bamboo forest on the side, like a paradise.

Quietly, Ding Feng couldn't help but feel a little envious and yearning.

After all, in the middle of the city, this rare quietness gives people a sense of fluttering and detached from the world.

The old man and Ding Feng went directly to a lake pavilion in the backyard, where a pot of tea was boiling on the stove next to it.

Picking up two teacups, the old man picked up the clay pot and gave the two of them a full cup, the fresh fragrance of tea instantly enriched Ding Feng's breath, giving people a refreshing and refreshing feeling.

Ding Feng picked up the teacup and took a sip gently, the sweetness accompanied by a touch of bitterness exploded on the taste buds on the tip of the tongue.

"Good tea." Ding Feng held back such a sentence for a long time, after all, he was not very good at tasting tea.

"This is the top-grade Tieguanyin."

The old man spoke, floated the tea, and took a sip gently.

"Top-grade Tieguanyin? Yes, yes, but you didn't invite me here just for tea, right? ”

Ding Feng asked lightly, always smiling on his face.

"Indeed, I have also been fortunate to read Xiaoyou's poems, he is really talented, and he can be said to be the most genius poet."

There was a strong fanaticism in the old man's tone. "I've seen countless geniuses in my life, but you're the one with the most potential I've ever seen."

But Ding Feng shook his head, took a sip of tea, and said: "I do write poetry, and I admit that I am very talented, but I am not a poet."

The name of poet will only bind my heart, become a shackle, will limit my development, I write poetry, that is what I like, but poet, is a profession, not what I want. ”

Ding Feng's tone was smooth and crisp, echoing in the old man's ears, "Is being a poet a profession?" Is this title a kind of shackle? ”

There was a clarity in the old man's eyes, and in the end, his breathing was a little short.

In his mind now, there are countless episodes of the past, from the beginning, his enthusiasm for poetry, his love for poetry, and later, he cares too much about his name and the name of the poet.

Suddenly, the old man looked up to the sky and smiled, and said, "I see! I see! For so many years, I cared too much about the name of a poet! It's become a shackle to me! Hahaha! Hahahaha! ”

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