Liang Lan didn't care about the reactions of others, walked straight back to her seat, dipped her pen in ink, and was about to write with a wave, when she suddenly remembered that she was used to using a signature pen before, and this brush calligraphy had not been picked up since the interest class. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After a long absence, I have long been very unfamiliar.

Fortunately, at this point, handwriting is not very important, so I immediately took a deep breath, held the pen in my hand, and slowly wrote the first line of poetry under the pen.

This preliminary examination of Nishan Academy was originally commissioned by the academy to conduct a preliminary screening and investigation by the county school administration, which had a limited impact on the final selection results. In addition, the main test is poetry and songs, and there is no special worry about cheating, so although it is an assessment, the discipline is not very strict, which is also the reason why Fang Cai Xuezheng allowed Liang Lan's exam time to be extended.

Now that Liang Lan is the last to hand in the papers, those who have good deeds have already surrounded him, and when they saw Liang Lan's first poem, they were all disapproving, and some people laughed.

"Brother Shan, he is worthy of being a master of limericks."

Oil poems, mostly refers to those poems that are witty and not limited to the rhythm of Pingxiao, and the founder of the mountain is called Zhang Dayou, hence the name. There are also many masterpieces among them, but they have always been regarded as sideways and cannot be elegant.

Now some people say that, that's a mockery.

Liang Lan smiled slightly, but he didn't care about everyone's reaction, what he used to answer the topic this time was the famous poem of the great poet Meng Haoran in the Tang Dynasty, "Spring Dawn" known to women and children on the earth.

This poem has been widely sung, and when I first read it, I felt that it was plain, and when I read it repeatedly, I felt that there was a world in the poem. 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.

Now there is only the first sentence on the paper, and I don't know about spring sleep.

In just five words, it can only be said that the charm is at the beginning, and the words are simple and easy, and it is understandable that it is misunderstood as a limerick.

Rolling up her sleeves, Liang Lan slowly wrote the second sentence.

Birds are heard everywhere.

At this time, there are people around who disdain and ridicule, but some of them have repeatedly recited in their mouths, and they feel more and more that the charm is endless, and in just ten words, they have outlined the vitality of the recovery of all things in early spring.

Someone let out an exclamation of "huh".

Liang Wenyan had a smile on his face, but he felt that something was wrong in his heart, he closed the paper fan, slowly paced to Liang Lan's side, squinted his eyes and secretly glanced over, at this moment, Liang Lan was burying his head in the foreshadowing to write the third sentence.

The sound of wind and rain at night.

Reading this, Liang Wenyan's smile was even bigger, and his half-hanging heart was put back, and he was even more disappreciative of Liang Lan in his heart, thinking that this idiot had shit luck today, and suddenly opened his mind, but he didn't expect it to be so dull.

The first two sentences can be said to be excellent.

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

In just ten words, I feel the vitality of early spring coming to my face, which is not exquisite, if I continue to describe it in vain, expand the perspective from the bird's cry to the landscape, the whole poem will suddenly open up.

But this nerd, what night wind and rain, wind and rain killing, doesn't it spoil the color of early spring, and even worse the vitality created at the beginning of this poem?

Liang Wenyan shook his head to himself, and commented on Liang Lan's poems. I didn't notice the last sentence that Liang Lan wrote recently.

How much do you know about the flowers?

At this moment, no one laughed sarcastically, the smile had long been fixed on their faces, and no one showed disdain anymore, instead of a serious face.

Liang Lan finished writing, accompanied by the silence of the people around him. Everyone was quiet, chanting repeatedly in their hearts, patiently feeling the charm of the poem, and feeling more and more wonderful.

Oh?

What's going on?

Master Xuezheng, who was sitting in front of the hall, stood up and saw everyone surrounding Liang Lan with serious faces, not knowing what was going on. Most of the surrounding Liang Academy teaching gentlemen also felt inexplicable, could it be that this Liang Lan really made a good poem that can be seen and eye-catching?

No way!

Don't talk about others, Xu Qingwu himself is the first not to believe it, to be honest, he Xu Qingwu has been teaching for many years, and it is rare for a student like Liang Lan to be so talented and dull and rotten wood that cannot be carved!

In his opinion, it must be that Liang Lan has done something shocking and ridiculous.

What a shame!

Xu Qingwu stood up from his seat in a huff and strode in the direction of Liang Lan.

After only walking a few steps, I heard the admiration of the talented junior surnamed Gao Dengyun in the school.

"Brother Shan, this poem is wonderful!"

When he said this, everyone around him also high-fived and praised this poem, which is indeed wonderful.

This Gao Dengyun is known as a talented person among the disciples of the academy, and his temperament is also arrogant, he is the leader of the students with foreign surnames in the academy, and the Liang students represented by Liang Wenyan have never dealt with them very much.

When he said this, he must have really praised it.

Could it be that this Liang Lan really made some amazing good poems?

Xu Qingwu was suddenly a little excited in his heart, the sky opened his eyes, his students had finally opened their minds, otherwise in the future, when others heard that he had taught an unsuccessful student like Liang Lan, how could they dare to let him teach?

The signboard is kept, saved!

Thinking of this, Xu Qingwu took three steps and made two steps, and moved forward quickly, and the rest of the students also consciously gave way when they saw Mr. coming over.

At the end of the passage, Liang Lan stood with his hands in his hands, and when he saw the teacher coming in person, he hurriedly made a gesture and said respectfully.

"I've seen Mr., the student drafted a song, and asked the master and the teacher to correct it."

Looking at the person in front of him, his eyebrows and eyes are sparse, his temperament is frank and straightforward, but his eyes are full of agility, and he is no longer the sluggishness that he was tired of before.

Xu Qingwu was also slightly surprised, this kid was really enlightened, and even the whole person's mental outlook was completely new.

Immediately, his gaze at Liang Lan also softened a little, and he walked over, no longer calling Liang Lan's name as before, but said softly: "Uncle Shan, give the poem to the old man to see." ”

Liang Lan handed it over, only to see Xu Qingwu take the paper, chant it lightly in his mouth a few times, his eyes suddenly widened, his eyebrows raised, and blurted out: "Good poem, good poem!" ”

Liang Lan saluted again, pretending to be humble and said, "The student is dull, thanks to Mr. Routing. ”

Seeing that Liang Lan today not only has poetry talent, but also has a degree of behavior, it is simply different from before. It seems that he has not lost his awe of himself, Xu Wuqing also loves Liang Lan more and more in his heart, and really regards him as his protégé.

So he smiled and said: "Shanbo is delicate, he is really talented, and he is not wrong as a teacher." Wait a minute, for the teacher to present the masterpiece to the academic master for appreciation. ”

The smile on Liang Wenyan's face on the side was long gone, and he heard Gao Dengyun and others cheering loudly for Liang Lan, and he was still trying to calm down, thinking that Gao Dengyun was embarrassing himself through the first two sentences, but now he was shocked to see Xu Wuqing as a Mr. Xuetang, and he immediately turned over in his heart and it was difficult to calm down.

This Liang Lan really took a lot of shit luck, what good poems did he make?

At this time, I saw Qian Juyi, the county student and politician, holding Liang Lan's poem manuscript, and stood up directly.

"It's a shame that this official doesn't know that someone under his rule has made such a good poem!"

Even Master Qian, a scholar of politics, admires it so much?

Liang Wenyan was a little stunned, he was conceited and famous, but he had never asked himself about a work that shocked the four seats like this.

Liang Lan really stepped on a lot of shit luck, he looked at it with a little red eyes, and he didn't even feel his nails digging into the flesh, to be honest, he was extremely envious of this shit luck at this moment.