In an office on the top floor of Yunzhou University, two nearly 60-year-old men are chatting while drinking tea, one is Zhang Xuesong, the president of Yunzhou University, and the other is Wang Qu, the dean of Yunzhou University.

Zhang Xuesong and Wang Qu are not only superiors and subordinates, but also alumni and classmates of Jinghua University, and they have been old friends for many years.

There is a computer in front of the two, Zhang Xuesong and Wang Qu are talking about the topic of the Yunda Campus Forum Dance Essay Ink Section, today the Dance Essay Ink is lively, and the two little guys actually fought poetry, which made Zhang Xuesong and Wang Qu both a little funny.

But this is a good thing, the Yunda Forum is a little too deserted during this time, and it is good to inject some vitality.

Zhang Xuesong, a person with Tongmu, knows better, and has posted a lot of good articles and poems in the forum, and some of his poems are even his old friend Wang Qu, who is the president of the college, nodding and praising him, and his talent is quite high.

Of course, Wang Qu also knew some things about Tongmu, how could such a talented student, as the dean of the academy, not notice it? Wang Qu himself is more fond of poetry, and occasionally improvises two new words to play.

As long as he is a person with some attainments in ancient literature, it is quite easy to play with words, and Tongmu's talent in poetry is quite high, and Wang really plans to have time to check his identity, so that talented students must be trained well.

"Old friend, come, let's see how Tong Mu's last new poem is, I, the principal, are about to be aroused by him." Zhang Xuesong smiled and asked Wang Qu to read the poems made by Tongmu with him.

"Okay, haha, I can't imagine that our two old guys were actually hung by two little dolls, if those students knew, maybe they would laugh like they!"

Wang did say that today's fighting poems were really interesting, and even he was a little excited.

"I can't sleep at night, I sit up and play the piano. The thin curtain shows the bright moon, and the breeze blows me. The outfield of the Lone Hong, the birds singing in the north forest. What will you see when you wander? Worry and sadness. Good poetry, good poetry! The first thing Zhang Xuesong and Wang Qu saw was Tongmu's "Yonghuai", both of them had relatively high attainments, as soon as they saw this "Yonghuai", Wang Qu couldn't help but pat his thigh and sighed.

Although this "Yonghuai" can not be called a classic, but it is also a rare masterpiece, Tongmu has such a talent at a young age, Wang is indeed particularly impressed, this "Yonghuai" is estimated that he will not be able to do it for a while.

Zhang Xuesong also praised: "Yes, the thin curtain appreciates the bright moon, and the breeze blows me." What will you see when you wander? Worry and sadness. A good poem is also a good sentence. ”

Although Zhang Xuesong's attainments are not as good as Wang Qu, he can still see good poems and sentences at a glance, Tongmu's "Yonghuai", whether it is words or sentences, has reached an amazing realm, looking at Yunhai University, there are really few students who can compare to him, and even the teachers of some colleges may be far from him.

"Alas, this Tongmu, talent makes me, an old man, a little jealous." Zhang Xuesong said to Wang that he would definitely not be able to do "Yonghuai".

"What are you jealous of? Isn't he jealous that he is also a student of our Yunda? Wang did laugh, this old friend, he also tasted the taste of a student, if others heard it, he would not be laughed to death.

Zhang Xuesong also laughed, he was a joke, how could an old man who was about to enter the ground really be jealous of a young man? What's more, this young man is still a student at his school.

It is too late to be happy with such a student, Tongmu has achievements in the future, and he must be honored as the president of Yunzhou University.

"Okay, let's take a look at the third brother...... Hey? It's Tongmu again, "Originally, Zhang Xuesong wanted to say that he wanted to see the third brother's new poem, but it was Tongmu's post that came out of the refresh, Zhang Xuesong was slightly surprised.

"Old friend, this third brother seems to have never seen it before, is it a ghost caused by a teacher?" The third brother's talent is also very amazing, not much inferior to Tongmu, Wang is indeed quite impressed by the good names made in the poetry section of the dance and ink section, but this third brother, I don't know which karma came out of it, I am not impressed at all.

And the poems are good, there are only a few students he recognizes, but they are not as good as Tongmu, this third brother's literary talent is extraordinary, almost equal to Tongmu, comparable, and even slightly better than half a point, not at all like the level that ordinary students can achieve.

Zhang Xuesong also felt this way, and said: "Whether it is a teacher or a student, this third brother is not a good person, you look at the name he gave, even our two old men have to call him brother." ”

Zhang Xuesong couldn't help laughing after speaking, of course he wasn't really angry, whether it was a student or a teacher, in short, they were all from their school, and they never distinguished between identity and country, so there was no need to care.

Wang did smile as well, it was indeed him who was in love, was he a student or a teacher? What does it matter, as long as the poems are well written. Besides, looking at his name, he calls himself a brother, and he doesn't think he's too old to go, and it is fair and reasonable to compete with Tongmu.

"Dusk rainy alley, hazy screen windows, quiet summer. Wet eyes, tears falling in the wind. Looking at the elegance of that year, the willows are shady, and they are all drifting. The old people are far away, and no one speaks in the quiet night, who advises.

Never said goodbye to Ai kiss, the only butterfly on the shoulder, through the bones. A few bushes of trees and flowers, ethereal only for the end of the world. A dream at the dawn, a juvenile tour, thousands of miles unlimited. When he returns, he will pass away, and he will still love his old man. ”

"Good words, good words, this Tongmu, another masterpiece." This time, Zhang Xuesong tasted it first.

Zhang Xuesong couldn't help but sigh slightly, the poems are good, not necessarily the words are good, the words are excellent, and the poems are not necessarily excellent, but this Tongmu is good in poetry, and the talent can be seen in general.

Zhang Xuesong sighed with emotion.

"Dusk rainy alley, hazy screen windows, quiet summer. Wet eyes, tears falling in the wind. Looking at the elegance of that year, the willows are shady, and they are all drifting. The old people are far away, and no one speaks in the quiet night, who advises.

Never said goodbye to Ai kiss, the only butterfly on the shoulder, through the bones. A few bushes of trees and flowers, ethereal only for the end of the world. A dream at the dawn, a juvenile tour, thousands of miles unlimited. When he returns, he will pass away, and he will still love his old man. ”

Wang Qu also read it again, and sighed: "Tongmu is indeed brilliant, and the choice of sentences has reached the point of perfection, maybe in a few years, we will have another excellent great poet in China." ”

In Wang Qu's view, "Xia" is indeed close to the first-class level, but it is still a little bit short of the real first-class level, as far as he is concerned, he is better than Tongmu to make a poem, this is not his pride, but a fact.

After all, Tongmu's age is still younger, and his cultivation still needs to be honed.

Tongmu's poems are all masterpieces, this Zhang Xuesong and Wang are indeed unanimous, but the one called the third brother, why hasn't he sent the poems yet? Did he just throw in the towel?

Tongmu's poems have been sent for two or three minutes, and they haven't seen the poems of the third brother, Zhang Xuesong and Wang are a little anxious, the third brother's literary talent is also extraordinary, and the two of them still want to see his masterpieces, if they just admit defeat, Zhang Xuesong and Wang are a little unwilling.

The third brother is also a great talent, even if he loses, he should lose above board, instead of being a turtle with a shrunken head, if he really does that, Zhang Xuesong and Wang will indeed look down on him from the bottom of their hearts.

"Hey, here, old friend, two poems." Wang did keep refreshing the page, and when he saw the two words signed by the third brother under the post, he immediately became excited, and the title of the third brother's post was 'two poems', it seems that he posted the poems and words in one post.

"Hurry up," Zhang Xuesong was also impatient, snatched the mouse in Wang Qu's hand and immediately clicked into the third brother's post.

Zhang Xuesong and Wang were really looking forward to it, but when the two looked at each other after reading the post posted by the third brother, their eyes widened and bulged almost at the same time, and their eyes were full of surprise and extreme shock.

This one...... This one...... The third brother is also too changeable. It's a state of affairs!

Zhang Xuesong and Wang Qu hissed cold air in their mouths.

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