I saw Jian Dajia, Chen Xiaoxiao, Lin Qianyi and Lin Hanlin walking into the venue, each holding a pen and looking up at Lin Wan'er.

Everyone was shocked, is this Lin Wan'er crazy? I want to write four articles in one sitting?!

Ouyang Tuo sneered in his heart, this poem is not won by quantity, but mainly based on artistic conception and feelings, where you can say and do, you have to do four articles in one go, wishful thinking, self-determination, unconsciously want to open the fan and shake it, and suddenly remembered that Lin Wan'er sarcastically shook the fan in front of everyone, and finally did not open the fan.

Lin Puling and Liu Hongda on the second floor also thought the same, Lin Wan'er was really a little big, and she would be able to see her tonight, and at worst, she would have to seize half of the publishing rights.

Everyone is also watching the development of things, and they all have an inexplicable expectation.

Lin Wan'er walked a few steps in the field, calmed down the anger that had just been aroused by Ouyang Tuo, her mind was full of thoughts, and then searched for the poems before crossing in her mind, others felt that Lin Wan'er was too big, but in fact, Lin Wan'er felt that she had written less. Lin Wan'er looked at Jane's family and said, "Sister Jane, you come first." ”

Jane nodded, held a pen in one hand, looked natural, listened to Lin Wan'er quietly, and then wrote down carefully:

"Searching, deserted, miserable and miserable. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe. Three glasses and two lamps of light wine, how can he be the enemy, and the wind is in a hurry at night. The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances. Yellowfare flowers are piled up all over the ground. Haggard and damaged, who can pick it now. Guarding the window, how can you be born alone in the dark? The sycamore is more drizzle, and it drips by dusk. This time, what a sad word! ”

A poem by Li Qingzhao was written on the tip of Jane's pen, in fact, when writing the first sentence "Looking for and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable", Jane couldn't help but pause, shocked and speechless in their hearts, only felt that this poem would be excellent, and wrote "This time, what a sad word!" The hand holding the pen couldn't help but tremble, and the words said the voice of Jane's family.

Ouyang Tuo's face darkened, and the helpers hidden in the crowd were surprised in their hearts, this poem was really incomparable, and the poems he made were really not on the table.

Mr. Duan and Mr. Qin hurriedly walked forward, read it carefully, and commented: "The use of overlapping words, the creativity is surprising, the layers are progressive, the narrative is sad, the layers are clear, the sound imitates the feelings, shows the beauty of the movement, the language is clear and beautiful, the words are harmonious, and the elegance is abnormal, which should be the best." ”

The other five were bribed judges, their faces were cloudy, and they really couldn't find fault, so they couldn't say bad with their conscience. Looking at Mr. Duan's face, maybe he would take off his cloth shoes and smash people, but he also echoed and said yes.

After Lin Wan'er finished speaking, she smiled at Chen Xiaoxiao again, and said, "Sister, you will write this time." ”

Chen Xiao nodded heavily, held his breath, cocked his fingers and pinched the pen, and wrote:

When is the spring flower and autumn moon, and how much do you know about the past? Xiaolou had an east wind last night, and the courtyard could not look back at the moonlight. The carved fence and jade masonry should still be there, but the face has changed. How sad can you be? It is like a river flowing eastward.

Lin Wan'er writes handsomely, thin, like a thin gold body, the pen is fluttering and fast, the handwriting is thin, and the artistic conception is natural.

The little girl sent the poems upstairs again, and Mr. Qin, who usually had a calm breath in his chest, suddenly burst into tears, and everyone was also emotional. This old Mr. Qin was a remnant of the previous dynasty, he was high-spirited when he was young, but his family was ruined, and since then he has died of his heart, he does not write poems in the imperial examination, and he has sighed for more than 50 years in the years. Especially the sentence "How sad can you be?" Just like a river flowing eastward", how sad it is, just like this river flowing spring water in the east, flowing spring water in the east! Mr. Qin made the final decision: "Excellent, you can be on the literary list!" ”

Lin Wan'er finished writing another poem, this time she looked at Lin Qianyi, and said, "Third child, you come!" ”

The third elder, Lin Qianyi, nodded and said, "Listen to the eldest sister." Then he put pen to paper and wrote:

Four years of life and death. Don't think about it. Unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. Come and dream at night. Xiaoxuan window. I am dressing. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

Su Shi's original was to mourn his deceased wife, but Lin Wan'er changed the first sentence "Ten years of life and death" to "Four years of life and death", everyone thought of the fire of the Lin family four years ago, since then the Lin family has declined, Lin Wan'er has taken a few brothers to live, and her father's grave is still in the suburbs and has nowhere to talk about desolation. Lin Qianyi sometimes dreams in the middle of the night, dreaming that Yan'er is dressing up, but he can't recognize himself who has grown up now, so he can only be speechless, tears stained again and again, reaching out to touch it, but touching nothingness.

Lin Qianyi wrote and tears fell, four years, I have never stopped thinking about it, father, mother, Yan'er, you are doing well. Lin Qianyi's tears were like beads with broken threads, crackling, crackling, full of thoughts and grievances with nowhere to vent, and finally wet his clothes and papers.

The first floor re-evaluated: "Excellent!! ”

Lin Wan'er didn't stop, and turned her head to look at Lin Hanlin. Lin Hanlin understood, dipped the brush in ink, and wrote:

Angry hair rushed to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rest. Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad. Great Wei is ashamed, and it is still snowing. When the courtiers hate, when will they be destroyed! Drive a long car and step through the lack of Helan Mountain. Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu blood. To start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky.

Lin Hanlin is free and easy by nature, the font is elegant, in one go, without interruption, writing to the excitement, casually picking up the sake on the table, tilting his head and pouring it, half a catty of sake instantly enters the stomach, but the pen does not stop, the words do not stop, and a pair of eyes are closed, only by feeling the dancing brush.

The first three capitals are graceful poems, writing about melancholy, longing, pain, helplessness, sadness, and misery. Raising his eyes, looking up to the sky and roaring, "Burst out of thin air, thunder, and everyone who had just been pulled into negative feelings by Lin Wan'er's poems, suddenly like being struck by lightning, the hatred of the country and the family was in front of them, and they were filled with righteous indignation. Lin Wan'er changed "Jingkang shame" to "Great Wei shame" in order to be realistic, at the beginning of the founding of the Great Wei Dynasty, the national strength was not strong, and the northern Xiongnu took the opportunity to go south and slaughter the people of the Great Wei, and the national shame cannot be forgotten. We, the people of Great Wei, should "be ambitious and hungry for Hulu meat, laugh and talk about thirsty Hun blood." Wait to start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky".

Between the joys and sorrows, everyone was excited, and the first floor came to comment: "The world's bold poetry is unsurpassed, and it should be the first place in the evaluation, and it is the best!" ”

Four poems, done in one go, without pause, shaking the past and the present, unprecedented, each poem can lead the way in an era, dominate, dare to ask if there is anyone in the world who understands sorrow better than Li Qingzhao and Li Yu, and who understands "national hatred and family hatred" better than Yue Fei?

Even those who don't understand poetry feel that the poems made by Lin Wan'er are really good.

Everyone looked at Ouyang Tuo and watched how this scholar responded.

At this time, Lin Wan'er did not look at Ouyang Tuo, but at Jane's family, and said, "Sister Jian, please write another poem." ”

Everyone's hearts, livers and spleens were shocked, could there be, how could there be, but looking at Lin Wan'er's appearance didn't look like a fake.

Jane is well-read and knowledgeable, and everyone has seen the world, but today he was also stunned on the spot, and he didn't know what to do for a while, so he could only ask blankly: "And?" ”

Lin Wan'er smiled lightly, nodded, and said calmly: "Also." ”

Jane took the pen and dipped the ink, and wrote in Lin Wan'er's voice:

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan. Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable. Lishan said that it was half a night away, and the tears and rain and zero bells did not complain. How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day.

If it says the current voice of Jane, then this song seems to bring Jane back to the time when she was young, when she first saw her, how beautiful it was, but then people's hearts changed, feelings changed, and my hard-working child was gone, nothing, everything, nothing. In the past, Jane's family was lively and cheerful, and she was like Lin Wan'er so eccentric, and she was always anxious to ask when she heard the story: "What happened later?" Later, it turned out to be not all rosy. Life is a feast, the first time you see it is always dazzling, and then the wine is cold and the tea is cold. What is sad is not this scrap of cold burning, but this watery year.

Jane suddenly couldn't cry, maybe life is the same, it started to be good, and then, and then there was no more.

The upstairs commented: "Excellent!! ”

Lin Wan'er smiled at Chen Xiao again and said, "Sister, it's your turn this time." ”

Chen Xiaoxiao wiped her tears, nodded with tears and laughter, and said, "Ready." Then followed Lin Wan'er's voice and slowly wrote:

The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes. Success or failure turns empty. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. On the white-haired fisherman river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet. How many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking.

After the whole word is written, it is thick and steady, the beginning is extraordinary, and the pen is written from a large place, cutting into the torrent of history, and the artistic conception is profound. Xia Yan wrote from a small place, writing an old fisherman to sustenance his life ideals in his ordinary life, which contains a kind of historical concept of enlightenment.

And the most touching is the old Mr. Duan on the first floor, who was an official and dedicated to benefiting the people, and then he didn't want to bend his waist for five buckets of rice, so he resigned and retired, but he was inevitably a little unwilling in his heart. Mr. Duan, who was usually short-tempered, actually exhaled a long breath and said with a smile on his face: "This word is the best tonight!" ”

Mr. Qin quit, saying that the one was the best, and the two argued.

Lin Wan'er didn't know about the argument upstairs, but put her eyes on Lin Qianyi, and Lin Qianyi picked up a pen and wrote:

Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists only meet Jiangnan Lao. The spring water is blue in the sky, and the boat is painted to listen to the rain. The people on the edge are like the moon, and the frost and snow are condensed on the wrists. If you are not old, you must return to your hometown, and you must break your intestines when you return to your hometown.

Lanzhou is in the southeast of the Great Wei Kingdom, and it is also part of the south of the Yangtze River, so it is properly written. There are strangers around me, my mind is turbulent, how long have I been away from my hometown, why can't I remember what my hometown looks like? "Don't return to your hometown before you are old, and you must break your gut when you return to your hometown" touched the heart of Wang Qinian, the lord of Zhizhou, Wang Qinian's hometown is not in Lanzhou, and he left his hometown when he entered Beijing to take the exam, and now he has been thinking about it for more than 20 years, and his hometown must have changed beyond recognition.

Wang Qinian suddenly felt a little sad, it turned out that the place he couldn't go to was far away, and the place he couldn't go back to was called his hometown, and some places could never go back once he left.

Lin Wan'er finally looked at Lin Hanlin, pondered for a while, and said:

Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind. More blows down, stars like rain. BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night. Moth snow willow golden wisps. The laughter is full of dark fragrance. The crowd is looking for him thousands of times......

Speaking of this, Lin Wan'er stopped suddenly, and the last sentence "Looking back suddenly, that person is there, the lights are dim" did not say.

Tonight is the Lantern Festival, Lin Wan'er chose Xin Qiji's as the end, which is very suitable, thinking about her life before and after the crossing, it is like a different world, what she was looking for before the crossing, and what is she looking for after the crossing? Lin Wan'er has never had an independent answer. Whether it is the orphanage life before the passage or the poor life after the crossing, Lin Wan'er has the necessary life goals, before the crossing is to live well, live happily, and after the crossing, take the family to live well and live happily, but it doesn't seem to be the ultimate goal, and that purpose seems to be in Lin Wan'er's mind, but she can't grasp it.

Before crossing, Lin Wan'er didn't understand why he left her in her heart, left herself behind, no longer contacted, no longer asked, like a stranger.

After crossing, Lin Wan'er didn't understand why Zhao Gan came to her side, and she didn't know when he would leave, and she could only sigh "If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan".

Life is like chess, there are too many things that I don't understand.

Lin Wan'er suddenly turned her head and saw Zhao Qian looking at her with a smile on his face, rippling layer by layer, spinning up two small dimples, how could a man smile so twists and turns, so good-looking.

Lin Wan'er couldn't help laughing, and muttered the sentence again: "The crowd is looking for him thousands of times." ”

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(PS1: This chapter, written hard, is the hardest chapter, written for a whole day!) There are a few words that I am quite satisfied with. (1) Reach out and touch, but touch nothingness; (2) Nothing, everything, nothing; (3) Maybe life is the same, it starts with a good beginning, and then, and then there is no then; (4) The place that can't be reached is far away, and the place that can't be returned is called hometown, and some places can never go back once they leave. ）

(ps2: I can't help but write another paragraph, this chapter may have been "copied" a lot on the Internet, but it was very laborious, 4,000 words, written for a whole day, layout, pen movement, to avoid repetition, which poem is written appropriately, the head is very messy and messy.) But when I wrote it out, I felt like a cow, the kind of rhinoceros that I was a rhinoceros. ）

(ps3: "The place where you can't go back is called your hometown, and the place you can't go to is called far away" from Nanquan's mother, "Some places once you leave, you can't go back" There are many sources, but the first time I looked at it was like a book written by a writer named Liu Liangcheng.) End the last day with this 3900-word little high-tide recommendation, no regrets! ）

(PS4: The eight poems above are: will be used in the future.) ）