Lin Yuetong has three people writing poems at this table, there are about 30 tables around the pavilion, each table is four or five or six people, Lin Yuetong finished writing poems, and most of the other tables have also put pen to paper.

Of course, there are also those who are still meditating, scratching their heads and biting their pens to dig out their minds, racking their brains to think that not everyone can make poems with the theme of 'snow'.

In the pavilion, Bianwei Zixuan, Zhu Changzhi and others are also writing poems, they are the protagonists, the most potential seed players, and they are all relatively famous young talents in Yunzhou, so the treatment they enjoy is also different, and they can all sit in the pavilion.

The talented women outside have all written poems, so they are worried about them, they have to write poems a few steps earlier, but they have been pressing and not rushing to take them out.

At this time, seeing that almost half of the people outside began to stop, Wei Zixuan and others took the poems to Mr. Wen Wei for evaluation, and they still had to be modest when they should be modest, and they couldn't overtake the people outside.

In addition to Mr. Wen Wei, there are eight talented women and two women, both of whom should be about thirty years old, and behind them, there are four young girls dressed as maids, who are specially serving these talented women inside.

Of course, outside, there are also some service staff, both men and women, dressed in the same way as the four women in the pavilion, these people are responsible for serving tea and pouring water outside, after all, they are all guests, and they can't be lazy.

The poems of the eight people were handed over, and Mr. Wen Wei read them one by one, with a smile on his face, this kind of elegant thing in the literary world is his favorite, much more attractive than any modern film and television.

The painting boat in the lake does not know when it has docked, from above came a burst of guzheng pipa melodious sound, Mr. Wen Wei shook his head while reading the poems, there are poems, there are silk and bamboo sounds, it is really a great enjoyment of life.

After reading the poem as a whole, Mr. Wen Wei began to comment, and the top one was a woman's, written with a poem.

"Snow is like plum blossoms, plum blossoms are like snow. Seemingly and unseemly, it is amazing. Annoying flavor, who knows, please ask for the south floor month. I remember the old days, the plum season. No one talks about old things. For whom he is drunk and for whom he wakes up, he still hates to part. ”

Mr. Wen Wei read it again, then looked up and said with a smile: "The girl is a good word, snow is like plum, plum is like snow, in ancient times, plum and snow were known as the world's elegant things by the literati, both of which are unique in the world, do not ask for poetry and wine, but ask for plum snow, write well." ”

This word is indeed excellent, just the first two sentences let Mr. Wen Wei appreciate it a lot, with Mei Yu Xue, and with Xue Yu Mei, and then it is a big turning point in the back, starting to write love, supporting things and words, virtual and real, especially the last sentence, for whom to get drunk and wake up for whom, to this day I still hate to part, and the feelings are quite sincere.

Mr. Wen Wei was quite impressed, although this poem is not a god, but it is undoubtedly a top masterpiece, and he nodded to the woman again and again, and the meaning of appreciation is very obvious.

The woman smiled embarrassedly and said, "Mr. Wen Wei has won the award, and the little woman also won a new song occasionally, just clumsy, I dare not be praised by Mr. like this." "Very humble.

Mr. Wen Wei shook his head and said: "Girl, don't be too modest, the old man is telling the truth, and your word is not much better than the 'third brother', but it is only slightly inferior." ”

Hearing him compare the 'third brother', the woman laughed and said: "The little woman doesn't dare to compare with the 'third brother', as soon as his poem and two words come out, they all become gods, where does the little woman dare to compare with him." ”

When she said this, everyone present laughed, although they had never seen the 'third brother' himself, but almost all of them praised him very much, and some people even praised him on the throne outside, which was almost on a par with the great masters of ancient writers.

Mr. Wen Wei also laughed, he had naturally read the poems of the 'Third Brother', but only one poem or two words could be regarded as a god, and he could only be regarded as a top poet.

Of course, with these three poems, he has almost laid the foundation for him to become a writer, and as long as the poems continue in the future, becoming a great writer is just around the corner.

The woman's words are indeed good, Wei Zixuan smiled: "Miss Mingxue, don't be modest anymore, that 'third brother' is at least an old man over fifty years old, we are all still young, and we have a chance to catch up." ”

The woman's name is Ming Xue, and Wei Zixuan knows her.

To tell the truth, speaking of the 'third brother', Wei Zixuan didn't know why he somehow remembered Ye Tang's kid, that was also a demon, that night he made two poems in a row, and he also wrote several poems in front of the teacher of Shuishan Mall, which he only learned about later, it was a monster.

Could he be the third brother?

Wei Zixuan thought about it and immediately shook his head, this idea is too scary, and it is a bit unlikely, "Ten Years of Life and Death" is obviously made by an old man, it is absolutely impossible for him to do it.

As soon as Wei Zixuan spoke, several other people also smiled and told her not to be modest, the poetry club is to meet friends with poetry, even if the other party is not good, it is necessary to compliment her, this is called bearing.

"Frozen clouds are all over the mountains, and Su Xue Xiao is condensed. Into the thousand heavy pieces, half inclined to the wind. No makeup, empty powder, no trees and flowers. The sunset is shining in the sky, and the morning glow is broken. After appreciating Mingxue's words, Mr. Wen Wei turned out the following poem and said, this is a poem, written by Wei Zixuan.

Wei Zixuan is a disciple of Mr. Shui Qing, but Mr. Wen Wei is quite familiar with him, Wei Zixuan has visited his house twice, is a good friend of one of his students, and Mr. Wen Wei also has a lot of praise for Wei Zixuan's poetic talent.

"Xinping, good poetry, I have the true inheritance of your teacher." Although Wei Zixuan's poem is half inferior to Ming Xue's words, it is also extremely good, Mr. Wen Wei praised it, Wei Zixuan is less than thirty years old, but he writes the poem so well, it is very rare.

Wei Zixuan also said modestly: "Mr. Wen Wei has won the award, and the younger generation has only learned half of the teacher's ability, and I dare not say that I have learned all of it." ”

Wei Zixuan is also too modest, just a little too modest, Mr. Wen Wei laughed and said: "You have half the ability to suppress most of the people here, if you learn all ten points, it won't be that everyone will be able to live." ”

When Mr. Wen Wei said this, everyone laughed again, of course Wei Zixuan knew that he was joking, so he laughed too, this is modest, it is normal, no one will take it seriously.

Wei Zixuan's poem is not a top masterpiece, but it is also a masterpiece Undoubtedly, after appreciating two poems, Mr. Wen Wei asked Ren Teng to copy it, and then passed on the works of the two of them first.

A total of more than 30 rattan copied, one for each table, after sending the poems of Wei Zixuan and Ming Xue, by the way, the poems of the talented women outside were collected, at this time, almost no one started writing anymore, even if you can't write it, there is no need to bother with that effort.

Anyway, I can't lose my head, at most I will be looked at by others twice, and I just don't look at them, this is the inner thoughts of those talented women who have not made poetry for a long time until now.

Of course, Li Yue and Xu Lingwei were nothing, they threw the pen aside early in the morning, quite simply.

"Snow is like plum blossoms, plum blossoms are like snow. Seemingly and unseemly, it is amazing. Annoying flavor, who knows, please ask for the south floor month. I remember the old days, the plum season. No one talks about old things. For whom he is drunk and for whom he wakes up, he still hates to part. ”

As soon as Wei Zixuan and Ming Xue's poems were in their hands, Lin Yuetong, Xu Lingwei, Li Yue, Jiang Wanyu, and Pan Xiangling's five heads came together.

This poem is really good, of course, there is still a certain distance from the two words of the third brother, but no matter how far there is, it is more than a hundred times stronger than them, is this the strength of a first-class poet?

The five girls all looked towards the pavilion, and there were only two women sitting in it, and they should all be in their thirties, and Mingxue should be one of them, and it was really impossible for people not to be jealous that they could make such good words at such a young age.

It seems that the distance between herself and the first-class poet is still a bit far, Lin Yuetong sighed in her heart, her poetry is good at school, but in front of a real master, it is nothing.

Jiang Wanyu and Pan Xiangling also feel this way, the two of them ask themselves about poetry, but in front of this Ming Xue and Wei Zixuan, they are really at least two levels behind, and they are high-quality top poems as soon as they make a move, but they can be regarded as a good masterpiece at most, or ordinary boutiques, they are really more popular than people.

Li Yue and Xu Lingwei just sighed, they don't have as many ideas as they do, what others do is someone else's business, they just applaud, they still know how many catties and taels they have, and the few classmates here should be the weakest of the two of them, where is the envy of envy.

Lin Yuetong sighed a little, turned her head and glanced at Ye Tang and Lin Yan, when she saw a pile of peel melon shells on the table in front of Ye Tang, her mouth opened, and she was a little dumbfounded, this black boy, are you a pig? It's too delicious!

Lin Yuetong was a little angry, looking at other people's tables, there were almost no things that moved, just like them here, it was just too embarrassing.

"Eat, you know how to eat, look at the poems written by others!" Lin Yuetong glared at Ye Tang and handed over the poems of Wei Zixuan and Ming Xue, such good poems, he had to let him study them well, so as not to be embarrassed here.

Lin Yuetong shook the paper loudly, Ye Tang stuffed the banana into his mouth and quickly took it, Lin Yuetong seemed to be very angry, it is estimated that the eldest aunt is out of tune, so don't anger her.

"It's okay," Ye Tang glanced at it and threw it back, the poems are really good, but no matter how important the poems are, they are not as important as eating. Just while everyone was not paying attention, he and Lin Yu did eat a lot of things.

Lin Yu was originally unwilling, but was forced by Ye Tang to eat a dragon fruit, three bananas, and two cakes, and she was a little supportive at this time, and she couldn't help but feel full, and when she saw her aunt's eyes looking over, she quickly covered her mouth, it was too embarrassing.

Lin Yuetong couldn't cry or laugh a little, and at the same time wanted to knock Ye Tang hard, this dead black boy, he started too fast, he filled Lin Yu with it in such a short time, and he couldn't do it if he didn't admire it.

"Is it just okay?" Ye Tang said that it was okay and there was nothing else to say, Lin Yuetong didn't plan to let him go, his eyes tightened, and he glared at him, it's right to let Lin Yu eat, but don't let her eat so much, it's almost up.

"Is it okay? Otherwise, what else? Ye Tang glanced at her inexplicably, those two poems were originally not bad, they were excellent poems, did he have to say a lot of compliments of 'licking chrysanthemums', was it necessary?

"You...... It's really hopeless, it seems that you can only 'not take a bath in the spring'. "Lin Yuetong didn't break Ye Tang at all, this black boy is a guy with a thicker skin than the city wall, and he can't communicate with him.

Hearing Lin Yuetong mention 'don't take a bath in spring' again, Xu Lingwei laughed loudly, this will make her feel that 'don't take a bath in spring' was made by Ye Tang again, thinking that it is impossible to listen to it at all.

But it seems that he also wrote a poem 'Spring Sleep is not aware', this poem is very good, it is comparable to a god's work, and I don't know where he heard it.

"What's 'no bathing in the spring'?" Li Yue, Jiang Wanyu and Pan Xiangling were a little confused when they heard it, and they were also a little crying and laughing at the pile of fruit peels in front of Ye Tang, this guy is too edible.

The three of them were very curious, so Xu Lingwei explained, when they heard her say the song 'No bathing in spring', Li Yue and the three of them almost died of laughter, what kind of poem is this? It's hilarious, too.

But when the three of them heard the song "spring sleep is not aware", they were all a little stunned, "spring sleep is not aware, everywhere I hear birds, the sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers fall", just 20 words, but it depicts an extremely vivid picture, which makes people have an immersive feeling, this is a masterpiece!

The three of them were surprised, and they all stared at Ye Tang's face, Jiang Wanyu said in shock: "Is this really what you did?" Jiang Wanyu couldn't believe it, if this was really done by him, then he would be a genius.

Unbelievable.

Pan Xiangling and Li Yue didn't speak, but looking at their expressions, they knew that the two of them were also a little shocked.

Ye Tang peeled another banana and stuffed it into his mouth before saying, "Did I do it strangely?" This 'third brother' is a talented man who wrote a poem, it's not pediatrics, beauties, don't be obsessed with brother, brother is a legend. ”

Listening to him call himself the 'third brother' again, Xu Lingwei, Li Yue, Pan Xiangling, Jiang Wanyu all turned their heads and ignored it again, there are a lot of people who call themselves the third brother at school, but they are all impostors, although this song 'Spring Sleep is not aware' is very good, but if you want to pretend to be the third brother, don't even think about it.

I don't know where I heard the good poems, and with his pig-like appearance, he dares to call himself the third brother, and the third brother is not as unreliable as him.

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