The addition of the East Passing Water made the originally interesting competition even more dazzling, and the youngest person in the legend of the mystery actually put down his body to participate, so that everyone who came here had a lot of face.

"Of course." Chen Chen took the lead and started an alternative contest, how many stumbles were there in the red dust, he would rather fall than cry, Bai Xue sang, Tan Ke flicked, giving Chen Chen unlimited motivation.

Everyone was quiet, listening to Bai Xue's song and Tan Ke's piano sound, they suddenly felt a sense of lightness, and their whole body was relaxed, as if all the pressure had dissipated, and only a poignant tree was left in the heaven and earth, waiting for them to dig it.

When the flowers are exhausted, wait for them to be planted.

In their eyes, there was suddenly only one protagonist left, white-clothed Shengxue, tossing and turning, step by step, stepping on the smooth ladder, and coming with his back.

Back, lovesickness, loneliness, ink.

"Although the monk is not a princess, the bell and food are also ......"

"Diao Chan Worships the Moon and Closed Ice Tray ......"

“……”

The four beauties of ancient times, described by Chen Chen, expounded from the perspective of poetry, the dream of Nan Ke who went away, there were joys and sorrows, as a third person, accustomed to watching spring flowers and autumn moons, as a cliché, and talked about their stories gently.

In the blood and tears, there is a sorrowful cry, in that sorrow, there is trembling, in that trembling, the red face is old, flying and passing away.

Parting, thinking, the sky is high and the earth is far away, there are many people with a clear conscience, sighing their fate, and the success or failure of a country, the years are like wine, only the osmanthus flowers are falling, and now, what else?

It no longer exists, the story of the year has become a classic book, and the moss that has been walked has been submerged in the tide of history.

is like ignorant love, before the first taste, it is already covered in bruises.

The flowers bloom, an autumn rain falls, all the dust settles, the dust returns to dust, the soil returns to the earth, leaving only a poem of empty hatred, highlighting the glory of which dynasty.

Brilliant and lonely, posterity commented.

Chen Chen did it in one go, quoted scriptures, and reproduced the stories of the four beauties of ancient times one by one.

Before the chaotic people and the east passed away on the water, they were not like watching the flowers, but word by word, irrigating the past, they sank with Chen Chen's poems, and used their own thoughts to give new meanings, sinking fish and geese, closing the moon and shy flowers, outside the long pavilion, farewell thousands of miles.

As if saying goodbye to people in ancient times, as if they were leaving between friends, they waved silently, until the figures disappeared, and they still did not move.

"In the name of genius, sure enough." The chaotic people patted Chen Chen's shoulder and cheered for him, four different poems, four real poems, and four classic works.

"Not bad." The simple two words of East Passing Water will definitely win or lose.

Maltese and the others turned crimson, Chen Chen composed four songs, and did not stop in the middle, and the name of genius was like thunder.

Shu Gana bit his lip lightly, the ruling of the passing water and the chaotic people cannot be changed, besides, Chen Chen really writes very tastefully.

Jiang Zhou stretched out a thumb and praised Chen Chen's genius.

And then, they thought it through, and Suona Ka also became a righteous gentleman, with a serious look written on his face.

"Next, we will take the peach blossoms as a guide, you look at the peach blossoms in the garden, gorgeous and extraordinary, many visitors, enjoy together."

"And we, with peach as the first priority, take turns to read out the ancient poems and ancient words about the word peach, and put forward where the source is, how?" Facing Chen Chen, he was calm, "In this level, the three of us are against you, if you win, then there is no need to compare in the next level." ”

"No, you three heads, bully Xiao Chen, and say that they are geniuses in each county, I don't think it's better to compare, just get out." Huangfu Yan snorted coldly, these people were obviously bullying Chen Chen.

"Well, I'm willing to end it sooner, it's up to you." Chen Chen stopped the women behind him, but agreed to their request.

The spectators who watched from a distance were taken aback, Chen Chen actually agreed, what if he failed, did he really not set foot in the literary world?

However, fortunately, Chen Chen won a level, but he was also glad.

"I'll come first." With a smile on his face, he started with the Tang Dynasty poet He Zhizhang's "Looking at People's Peach and Plum Blossoms", and talked about all the poems about peaches, and the winner or loss seemed to be doomed.

"Shameless, come up with the topic first, come first, have no face, it's really cheeky." Someone scolded loudly, Maltese and Jiang Zhou both blushed, lowered their heads and did not look at everyone, listened to the words of Gana, and reproduced a complete poem.

"It's your turn." Shouting and sneering, he was the first to speak, and he was already in a good position.

"Ancient style - Li Bai, the peach blossoms open in the East ......Garden", Chen Chen opened his mouth and came, you take Tang poems as a guide, I have already opened the poems, he didn't even look at the poems, he didn't even look at them, and searched all the poems about peaches in his mind in one go.

"Chiba Peach Blossom." Maltese could not wait, and sent out the psalms that had been prepared, and his face was still red, but the scene was in full swing, and no one cared about the ugliness of their first speech.

Chiba Peach Blossom, this poem is not very famous, but Maltese said it, which surprised the viewer a little.

However, after a long time, the familiar psalms had already been finished, and Sargana and Maltese thought hard, but they no longer remembered, Jiang Zhou came up, relieved by "The Book of Songs, Zhou Nan, Taoyao", and waited for the finished word, he smiled and said, "If you can pick it up, how about you win?" ”

Maltese and Shu Gana were all relaxed, if Jiang Zhou hadn't come out in time just now, maybe it would have been a tie, and now, they were willing to let Chen Chen play one less game, even if he won.

Tang poems and Song lyrics have been turned over by them, and there is no more poetry about them, they laugh and wait for the moment when Chen Chen admits defeat.

"Forget it, I see that you are already strong, and there are no more psalms, am I right?" Chen Chen looked at the three of them and asked.

"So what, can you still take it?" He smiled coldly.

"As long as you can take it, you win." Jiang Zhou was still calm, he didn't believe that Chen Chen still had a backhand.

"We are on the same page." Maltese's eyes flickered, he wanted to see Chen Chen fail, and he would be the real rise.

Even if there are two other people around, it will be a good story.

"That'll be fine." Chen Chen laughed and walked on his own, looking at the sky with bright eyes, the white clouds were long, and the sun shone down, reflecting his exceptionally clean.

In the distance, there are many peach blossom trees, and he smells the fragrance of peach blossoms, and the fragrance of peach blossoms is fragrant, adding countless charms to the spring land.

"You guys, forget about the poppies." Chen Chen smiled.

"Poppy?" Jiang Zhou's face was very ugly, they missed it, Qin Guan of the Song Dynasty also had poems and clouds, and in his memory, "Poppy Beauty" was also all the rage.

Chen Chen had already sung it, they only had bitterness and unwillingness, how could such a famous character forget, without waiting for them to regret it, they only heard Chen Chen continue, "Song Dynasty, not only one poppy, in my impression, there is also a poppy. ”

It was a little-known figure, not many people in the empire were familiar with it, if it wasn't for Chen Chen's accidental getting, he would have almost fallen today.

It was the work of the Song Dynasty poet Ye Mengde, in which the plum blossoms fell to the end of the peach blossoms, and the poems of the spring event were very impressive, which impressed Chen Chen, although it did not necessarily meet the occasion, but after all, there was a peach word, and the victory was better in this word.

Two poems with the same name, defeated the opponent in front of them, the three of them were paralyzed, and they could no longer find the state just now.

"Defeated, careless defeat." Jiang Zhou's mood was difficult to calm down.

"Defeat is defeat." Marsky acquiesced, his face embarrassed, his fantasies and dreams shattered.

"It's hard to be confident." He had no desire for a long time, he was disheartened, and he wanted to vent his pain in the face of so many people in the world.

The peach blossoms seemed to be a mockery of him.

"Ahh He shouted at the sky, startling a few sparrows to fly away.

"Why, I forgot the poppy, the beauty is like beauty, the beauty is like smoke, I failed at the hands of beauty." Jiang Zhou's face was gloomy, like a passing cloud, and he muttered to himself, unable to understand.

"When is the spring flower and autumn moon,

How much do you know about the past? When is the poppy spring flower autumn moon?

When is the poppy spring flower autumn moon?

Xiaolou had an east wind last night,

The old country is unbearable to look back at the moonlight.

The carved fence and jade masonry should still be there,

It's just that Zhu Yan changed.

Ask how much sorrow you can have,

It is like a river flowing eastward. ”

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