Mr. Meng sat down on the stone table where he had drunk tea again, took out the four treasures of the study that he had used once before from the Guiyuan bag, and then took the pen and wrote it freely. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Soon, a five-character poem was easily created.

Flip the board upside down again and stick the poem on it.

"The topic is very simple, the same as the title of the little girl just now, with spring as the theme, make a poem."

As soon as Mr. Meng said that, he began to drink tea without distraction.

What is amazing is that I don't know what kind of treasure the teapot in Mr. Meng's hand is, not only the tea poured out is hot, but also endless.

Come to think of it, it should be a treasure similar to Su Yang's deep well pot, but this is not what Su Yang should pay attention to.

Taking over the four treasures of the study, Su Yang walked to another stone table and sat down.

Then pick up the pen.

Sometimes paused, sometimes pondered.

Seeing the crowd around him, he couldn't help laughing again.

"Since it's so difficult, forget it, how good will the poems written by racking your brains be."

"It's too late to regret it now, you have already given us the long face of the deserted town, if you really lose the transcendent grade exercises, it will be very unworthwhile."

"Didn't you see that Mr. Meng wrote poems in one go? With that alone, you're lost. ”

The sparse remarks were overflowing, most of which were trying to persuade him to surrender.

When Su Yang heard this, a smile appeared on his face, and his smile was full of disdain.

It's a shame on these people!

But he didn't bother to say anything, because he couldn't argue about anything.

We'll know which is better and which is worse in a moment.

Then, "Spring Dawn" appeared.

I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.

The reason why Su Yang wrote this poem is naturally because of the topic, and secondly, because of how popular it is!

The poem is simple, but the mood is powerful!

The first time I read it, it seems to be unremarkable, and after reading it repeatedly, I will know the world in it.

Its artistic charm lies not in the ornate rhetoric, not in the wonderful artistic techniques, but in its charm.

The style of the whole poem is as easy and natural as flowing water, but it is far-reaching and profound, and it is unique.

For thousands of years, people have recited and discussed it, as if in this short four-line poem, there is an inexhaustible artistic treasure, which is natural and without rhyme, and it is shallow.

Su Yang really didn't want to explain how famous this poem was in his world.

From the old man with yellow hair to the babbling child.

Everyone knows this song, Meng Haoran, one of Wang Meng, made a spring dawn.

The name Meng Haoran alone can already represent the quality of this poem.

Its wide range of recitations directly verifies this!

When it comes to spring, who doesn't know the poem Chunxiao?

No matter how powerful Mr. Ning is, can he easily let people all over the world recite it?

So Su Yang is full of confidence.

Wave the ink and stop writing.

It was then posted on the notice board.

It is equivalent to announcing that the competition is established, and Su Yang has no way out!

The crowd began to vote.

Those who cast their votes consciously stood on the left.

When the more people gathered on the left, the louder the discussion became, and when they looked at Su Yang again, they all looked shocked!

"Both poems are so well written, this kid really has two brushes!"

"The battle between the two poems is neat, but the night moon is written from the big landscape to the small, and the style is delicate, but the artistic conception is more focused on a specific place, and the taste of longing is written."

"And the spring dawn is written from a small landscape to a large one, but it is small, it is majestic, birds are crying everywhere, the sound of wind and rain, how much do you know about the flowers, how much do you know, it seems to be written completely from the perspective of all things in spring, they don't know the time to slip away, but they tell people that spring is coming."

"Putting aside the delicate style shared by the two, in terms of artistic conception, the former is obviously inferior, but it is also a poem worth reciting!"

"It seems that you all think so, I think it's right for me to vote for Chunxiao."

"I also voted for Chunxiao, it is really well written, Mr. Ning created such a good poem on the last day of leaving, which is better than the poems in the 300 poems in Shenzhou!"

"Mr. Ning wrote such a good poem, naturally needless to say, but the night moon written by this kid is too surprising, although the writing is much worse than Mr. Ning, but if you take it out alone, it is definitely a well-deserved atmospheric poem, but it's a pity ......"

"Are you sure that Chunxiao was written by Mr. Ning?"

"It's not Mr. Ning, is it still written by this kid?"

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but be stunned.

Thinking of this possibility, everyone's arms and bodies suddenly had goosebumps!

It's scary to think about!

But if this Chunxiao is really done by this kid, then what a terrifying existence he will be!

The atmosphere in the field became a little weird, and at this moment, someone stepped forward and guided: "Impossible, although this kid is surprising, but in terms of poetry, he can't surpass Mr. Ning so much." ”

All kinds of emotions encourage each other, making them a little impatient, and they can't wait to know the results of the competition.

The woman in blue leaning on the carved railing frowned again, from her point of view, she really liked this song called Chunxiao.

Although it is simple, the words and sentences are beautiful, and the artistic conception is strong.

But now the question is, who wrote the poem.

Is it Mr. Ning, or is it this unexpected kid?

With his knowledge of 300 poems in Shenzhou, Yeyue's style is more in line with Mr. Ning's habits.

In other words, it is very likely that this spring dawn was written by this kid!

The girl's face was surprised, and her gaze at Su Yang changed for the first time, he admired a man with literary talents, if this Chunxiao was really written by this kid, then she felt that she should respect him.

Only, could it really be that he wrote it?

The girl wished he had written it, but it probably wasn't.

Mr. Ning drank the tea, quite satisfied with everyone's surprised expressions.

He was going to leave tomorrow, so his inspiration suddenly swelled a little, and he created the poem Night Moon.

He felt that he should discuss with the old immortals of the "beginning" and put this poem into the three hundred poems of the New Shenzhou.

If it's fast, it will be published next year and will be recited by everyone.

He didn't know what kind of poems this kid had written, but because it was his last day here, he naturally believed that this kid couldn't make any waves.

But he couldn't help but look forward to what kind of poems this kid who gambled on extraordinary grade exercises would write.

The masses who passed through this place also accounted for a large proportion of the votes.

After an hour, the poll closes.

Mr. Ning stood up, and as soon as his sleeve robe was lifted, the notice board was reversed.

And at the moment when the notice board was reversed, this Bai Yining was shocked.

When everyone saw Mr. Ning's shocked expression, a trace of inexplicable emotion was amplified in everyone's hearts.

When Mr. Ning didn't make a sound for a long time, everyone finally reacted!

From stunned to shocked, from shocked to aphasia.

The whole street was silent!

Then I don't know who made a sound of swallowing saliva, and the scene exploded!