Heavy snow presses the green pine, the green pine is straight and straight, you must know that the pine is high and clean, and wait until the snow melts.

With the literary accomplishment of the four absolute old men, it is natural to know that this poem borrows things to sing people, writes loosely on the surface, and writes people inside, showing a person's perseverance and unbending character to the fullest, and what surprised the four absolute old men the most was not this, but Lin Dong's casualness.

The old man himself also makes poems, for him, writing poems is the same as eating, it is not a difficult task, but who is Lin Dong? is not yet eighteen years old, but he can also open his mouth, and it is a rare good poem, which is like a master of Chinese painting with confidence, and a painting is a priceless ink treasure.

"Could it be that this Lin Dong's attainments in poetry are already at the master level?" The Four Absolute Old Man swept over such a thought, and then felt that it was unlikely, this kind of attainment could not even be reached by him, so he did not believe that a child could achieve it, if it was not a master-level attainment, then there was only one possibility, Lin Dong's talent was quite high, to an incredible level.

Of course, Lin Dong didn't know that Zhang Qingwen's grandfather was the old man, but since Mr. Zhang loves poetry, then Lin Dong will have a poem, this green pine is a poem by Chen Yi, the founding marshal of China, Lin Dong likes it very much, and likes the awe-inspiring atmosphere in the poem.

He found that after he finished reading the poem, there was a different person on the other side of the phone, obviously Mr. Zhang.

"Lin Dong, hello."

"Hello, Mr. Zhang." Lin Dong hurriedly said hello.

"You're writing a good poem." The four absolute old men went straight to the topic, "You usually have a hobby of writing poetry?" ”

"Sometimes I write some." Lin Dong was sweating over there, but of course he had to say so.

"Very good, can you do another song, old man, I like this."

Zhang Qingwen chuckled on the side and watched the conversation between grandpa and Lin Dong, and did not interject, she was very happy, seeing that grandpa could like Lin Dong so much, Zhang Qingwen felt a little sweet in his heart, and at the same time, he was also a little proud.

"Absolutely. But these are all clumsy kids, so I'm afraid I won't fall into your old eyes. ”

"Lin Dong Xiaoyou, you don't have to be modest, your talent in writing poetry is really high. There are too few young people who can write poetry now, and can write poetry well. ”

"I really don't have any talent, I just write casually, Mr. Zhang, you praise you too much." Lin Dong hurriedly said modestly.

"Can you write a famous poem casually? Can you also write this green pine? Of course, the Four Absolute Old Men would not believe it.

"Hehe, by chance. It's just a coincidence. ”

"Then you can write another one by accident."

"Just come to the capital?"

"That's it, what you just wrote is Qingsong, one of the three friends of the year, how about you write two more songs, one bamboo and one plum?"

"Oh, okay, now then?"

"You've got it all figured out?" The four absolute old men were even more surprised, this is a poem.

"Ahem, I wrote it before. It's just that it's taken out now, not what I just thought. ”

"Oh, I see." The old man stretched out his voice, obviously not quite convinced.

Hearing that Lin Dong was going to recite poetry again, Zhang Qingwen also pricked up her ears, for her, she didn't mind much how much money Lin Dong earned, but she was more interested in poems like this.

I heard Lin Dong read: "Insist that Qingshan is not relaxed, the roots are in the broken rock, and it is still strong after thousands of blows." Ren Er, southeast and northwest wind, Zhang Lao, this poem is called Yongzhu. ”

This poem is a work by Zheng Banqiao in the Qing Dynasty, and the artistic conception of Qingsong is similar. It is also a metaphor for people.

The four absolute old men clapped their hands and praised: "It's a good grind and a thousand blows, Ren Er, the southeast and northwest winds, Lin Dong Xiaoyou, this poem should be a big white, but it's a pity that I can't drink now." ”

"Hehe, thank you for the compliment." Lin Dong was very indifferent. Poetry must be good poetry, if Zhang Lao said it badly, it would be strange.

When Zhang Qingwen heard this poem, he said in his heart that this kid must not have shown his real skills when he wrote poems before, and this poem amazed her like a famous poem, especially the last two sentences, if it is circulated, I am afraid it will be the name of the ages.

"What about Mei, Lin Dong Xiaoyou." The old man is very anxious now, like a child who has seen a toy.

There are a lot of poems to write Mei, Lin Dong groaned slightly, and read: "There are a few plums in the corner, Ling Han opens it alone, I know that it is not snow, for there is a dark fragrance, Zhang Lao, this is Yongmei." ”

Zhang Qingwen's eyes were full of color, compared with the two songs just now, she liked this one more, and felt a faint feeling, and then she saw the four peerless old men with a red face, as if he was drunk, and hurriedly held on to him in surprise: "Grandpa, are you okay?" It's too cold outside, let's go inside, shall we? ”

The old man shook his head and laughed: "Cold? If there is a poem like this, can An be afraid of the cold? It's not that I'm cold, but that Lin Dong's poems are like old wine, which makes me drunk. ”

Zhang Qingwen suddenly couldn't cry or laugh, and didn't dare to say that he was a unique old man, so he could only shout into his mobile phone: "Lin Dong"

Lin Dong was speechless in his heart, you want to listen to poetry, I said it, but now you blame me? However, Lin Dong is actually very proud in his heart, although these poems are not made by him, but he carried them over, naturally he wanted someone to know how to appreciate them, otherwise it would be no fun to read them to the wood, although Zhang Lao did not comment, but his reflection was enough to prove the degree of these poems, Lin Dong was proud of the Chinese culture.

If he knew the identity of Zhang Lao, Lin Dong would be even more proud, what about the four peerless old men, Lin Dong still has the poems of the poets and poets in his head, which one is not a masterpiece that has been passed down through the ages? After listening to these masterpieces, Lin Dong really lacks respect for the poets in this world, and no matter how good he is, can he compare to the poets and poets in the history of China?

After hanging up the phone, he recited the three poems that Lin Dong had just read several times, and asked Zhang Qingwen to go into the house to take the ink treasure, splash ink, and then write down these three poems, "Qingwen, give them all to Lin Dong Xiaoyou when you go back to school." ”

Zhang Qingwen stuck out his tongue, "Grandpa, you don't stamp your seal?" ”

"I just wrote down the poem, the poem is Lin Dong's friend, how can I go beyond it." The Four Absolute Old Men used the word Yueyue, which almost put Lin Dong and him on the same footing.

The four peerless old men looked at it again and sighed: "If Lin Dong Xiaoyou can specialize in poetry, his future achievements will definitely be above me, but unfortunately I think he has no intention of doing this." ”

Zhang Qingwen nodded, this kid obviously writes poems so well, but it is difficult for him to write, if it weren't for his grandfather this time, Lin Dong probably wouldn't have taken out the poems, stingy.

However, Zhang Qingwen planned in his heart that when he returned to school, he must squeeze a few more poems out of Lin Dong's mind, not only the four absolute old people like poetry, but she also likes it.

"If this kid dares to disagree, hum, let him taste the majesty of the principal when the time comes"

Zhang Qingwen thought of this, quite proud. (To be continued.) )

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