"Huh? This poem ...... "Seeing the poems displayed on the high platform, Tianxing couldn't help but be a little surprised. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

I saw that the style of the poem was quite unique, it was like a pagoda, increasing from above, like a small mountain, and the human race called such a poem a pagoda poem.

For the pagoda poem, Tianxing was particularly impressed, and in the final analysis, I still have to thank her for her whim last night.

Last night, when she was studying the poetry and wine culture of the human race, she read a pagoda poem, and memorized it, thinking that even if she couldn't copy it, she could imitate a few, and today she also wanted to try the effect on the Sky Fox King, but she didn't expect that the Sky Fox King only compared one and left, but it was boring, and Tianxing could only give up, but now I look at these two women competing, but it is more or less regretful.

What appeared in front of the woman in yellow was such a pagoda poem:

One-word to seven-character poems and tears

Tear.

Eyelashes, full of eyes.

The incense is dewed, and the pearls are shining.

Sorrow and joy, love and hate.

The clutch is intentional, and the ups and downs are always free.

The apricot is sparse and white, and the pears are clustered with flour.

Light into the new eyes to peek at the frost and snow, re-go the old memories of the Sichuan wind.

Good! Seeing this poem, Tianxing couldn't help but praise it.

This poem writes tears, first comparing tears to falling dew, beads, and then expressing the sorrow and joy implied in tears, love and hate, clutch, ups and downs and other emotions, and then comparing tears to white apricot blossoms, rolling down on the placket, clusters of pear blossoms, blooming on the powder surface of Yiren like flowers, giving people a sense of purity and clarity, and the last sentence is to write about the reincarnation of Buddhism, new eyes and old memories, peeking into the frost and snow in the world, the dust is one, everything is empty, everything is not in the Sichuan wind, and there is no trace, but it is ingenious.

Even though she has memorized so many good poems and understands the basis of composing poems, Tianxing knows that it is far from so easy to make a good poem, such as the poem in front of her, Tianxing can't do it, and her level is far inferior to the woman in yellow in front of her.

If there is no accident, it should be the woman in yellow who won, thinking of this, Tianxing moved slightly, and he had to read the pagoda poem written by the woman in red again.

Sha Blade tugged at the placket of her clothes, and said indifferently: "Don't look at it, this time it must be the woman in yellow who wins, and the level of the woman in green is about the same as you." ”

"Huh?" Tianxing was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then reacted, turned around and gave him a blank look, "What do you mean that it is about the same level as mine?" I'm at a higher level than her. ”

I'm so angry with her! The suspicious look on Sha Blade's face was simply unbeatable.

Thinking about it, Tianxing raised her eyes unconvinced, and she suddenly felt that she was wrong......

I saw such a pagoda poem in front of the woman in green:

One to seven words poem month

Month.

White, like jade.

Light clouds, stars hold.

The golden black fell in the west, and the jade rabbit rose in the east.

Wu Gang cut down the laurel tree, and Chang'e danced clearly.

The poet sings the wind and sings the moon, and leaves people with a pot of turbid wine.

Idle love occasionally sends books under the moon, and the end of the world looks at Sauvignon Blanc.

Good! Seeing this poem, Tianxing sighed in his heart again.

This pagoda Yongyue poem, although it reads mediocre, there is no new meaning in the tearful poem of the woman in yellow, but it is better than that, borrowing a large number of ancient legends, making this poem vivid and not rigid, more vivid, and also making the moon more mysterious, the last sentence "idle love even send the book under the moon, the end of the world looks at Sauvignon Blanc", is the most brilliant sentence of the whole poem, the book under the moon, Sauvignon Blanc, the secluded thoughts are endless, the long hatred of the water is long, looking at the water and the moonlight, missing the distant people, this picture is vividly portrayed, and endless sadness, it is really embarrassing.

This level is not only not lower than her, but also properly higher than her, much higher......

It's really a demon than a man, and it's angry to the devil! Seeing this, Tianxing silently turned around and let out a long sigh.

Seeing her like this, Sha Blade said expressionlessly: "What, this is so angry?" It's better to admit it, do you need to be angry like this? ”

Tianxing turned around and gave him a palm: "What do you know, I'm glad, happy, excited!" ”

"Someone else won......" Sha Blade gritted his teeth, touched the sore spot, and looked up at her suspiciously, "What do you have to be happy about?" Do you know this woman in green? ”

"I don't know." Tianxing wiped the tears that didn't exist in the corners of his eyes, looked at the green-clothed woman on the stage with a sigh, shook his head and said, "I'm just happy, and I'm glad that I didn't enter the land of poetry to compare poems with these talented girls, but chose to compare with the Heavenly Fox King of Qingqiu, otherwise I will definitely not be able to pass this level if I really compare with them." Said a little smug, "Tsk, I'm so discerning, too wise, too wise!" I didn't hesitate to make the right decision, otherwise this time I would have to stop at level three. ”

Sha Blade nodded, pretending to ponder: "Yes, the demon is self-aware, what I admire most is you, really, sincerely admire......"

Tianxing glanced at him: "Hearing you say this, why do I want to hit you so much?" ”

"Hit me?" Sand Blade raised his head as he spoke, staring at her with a pair of big watery eyes without blinking, and snorted, "In the face of such a cute puppy, can you bear to do it?" ”

"Get out!! Disgusting! Tianxing's goosebumps rose again, and she couldn't hold back anymore and yelled at him.

Skystar covers his head.

I think she is so wise and powerful, discerning, and insightful...... How can there be such a friend...... Is......

was sighing, suddenly the pair of women on the right also moved, Sha Jian saw the red light and purple light flashing, raised his hand and pointed to the woman on the stage, and said: "Look at the stars, the poems they write are so weird, and the length of the two sides is different, how can this determine whether to win or lose?" ”

"What's the difference?" Tianxing looked up suspiciously, and saw a red poem floating in front of the woman in red:

The stars are sparse and the moon is clear, the evening breeze is cool, and the rivers are sunny and the flowers and trees are warm.

The yellow finch cries the spring dream, and the egret travels down the shallow river.

But what the woman in purple showed was:

All things are not me, all things are not things, all things are not lonely, all things are not empty.

Just sixteen words, and nothing else.

What is this comparison all about? How does it feel weird? Although the poem written by the woman in red above is quite normal, it is inevitably ordinary and inferior compared to the pair of women on the left.

Moreover, what the hell did the woman in purple write? Can this also be considered poetry?

Tianxing frowned and looked at it, and his heart became more and more confused, but at this moment, the white-bearded elder who had been sitting on the high platform moved, only to see him slowly get up, first walked to the pair of women on the left, stroked the goatee, looked at their pagoda poems, and after a while, then nodded approvingly: "Not bad, not bad." As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the woman in yellow who was sitting on the seat, and praised, "Your one-word to seven-character poems?" month, the title of the article is novel, ingenious, and I want to understand the word tears. ”

Hearing this, the woman in yellow got up, raised her hand and bowed to the white-bearded elder, "Thank you for the compliment." Since I came to the Divine Grace Clan the day before yesterday, I have been tossing and turning, thinking of my father and mother who were far away in the Baiji Kingdom, thinking of their earnest entrustment when they went out, and thinking of how many tears have been left in ancient and modern times, and even more tears are like springs, and I can't help myself, so I wrote a poem to express my worries. ”

It turned out that the beauty in yellow in front of her was the princess of Baiji Kingdom, no wonder Wen Si was so talented, worthy of the name of the princess.

(ps: The brain cells of the recent poems are almost dead, for the sake of me holding back the poems so hard, ask for recommended votes~) (To be continued.) (To be continued.) )