Everyone concentrated on the idea, splashed ink, and for a while, the ink fragrance overshadowed the fragrance of the vegetables.

From time to time, someone has written a good poem, from time to time someone will pass the poem to the public, from time to time there are poems to the front table, all of them are talented, the best in the imperial examination, and the poems are not bad, so from time to time there are two or three excellent works to be affirmed by the bigwigs.

Bamboo

The old man in front of the stairs is bamboo, but he likes to grow for a long time.

The most is to be humble and energetic, and I don't know the cold after a long time.

Guo Ziyu's "Bamboo" poem was also passed on, and it was affirmed by the boss at the first table, which made him a little complacent.

So, Guo Ziyu picked up a glass of wine and came to Zhu Ping'an's table slowly, followed the people in the last seat, exchanged pleasantries, exchanged poems, and drank a glass together.

Then, Guo Ziyu seemed to suddenly find an empty blank piece of paper in front of Zhu Ping'an, and said in surprise:

"Brother Zhu Xian is famous, why hasn't he started writing at the moment?"

Guo Ziyu's surprise attracted a few people from the nearby tables, and everyone wrote poems, although not all of them were affirmed by the first big man, but they were not bad. At this moment, I heard that someone hadn't written it yet, so I couldn't help but turn my head curiously to look at it.

The last seat at the end of the seat is a young genius who can be compared with Yang Ge Lao

But at the moment, he didn't write a word, is it to attract everyone's attention? Or is it in vain?

Then everyone can't help but have some thoughts of their own.

"Brother Zhu Xian is from a mountain village, and there are many pine, bamboo and plum trees on the mountain, but there are too many good poems that I usually compose?"

Guo Ziyu pretended to speak for Zhu Ping'an, and inadvertently shook out the bottom of Zhu Ping'an's origin from the mountain village.

Then everyone looked at Zhu Ping'an's eyes slightly strangely. Of course, some people heard that Zhu Ping'an was from a poor family, and they appreciated it a little more, but it was not mainstream.

The concept of the ancient family is still very deep-rooted, the ancient culture is too much about inheritance, and the ancient officialdom attaches the most importance to the family. This is also true. Prominent generations of officials and generations of scholars, there are many celebrities from generation to generation. And it is more difficult for low-status people to reach the upper echelons of society than carp jumping over the dragon gate, and there are few celebrities. This cruel reality cannot but make people take the door very seriously.

So when everyone knew that Zhu Ping'an was from a cold family, except for some admiration, most of them were still strange, a kid who came out of a cold door. It doesn't matter how much development can there be without money.

At the moment, he didn't write a word, and thinking about his last place in the middle of the promotion this time, he had to make everyone a little suspicious. During the township examination, tens of thousands of students rushed to the examination room. How many students from the scholarly family have been taught to write by their elders since they were young, and they are not dead in the cold and summer, in addition to eating and drinking, they are learning, they can be said to be professional candidates, and the educational environment is good; He was able to stand out from a bunch of professional candidates, and luck should be one of the important factors for this young genius.

Zhu Ping'an looked at Guo Ziyu standing beside him, looking at his defiant and faintly contemptuous face

I don't know why some people always look at themselves unpleasantly?

Jealousy

If you put it in normal times, you will laugh it off. But at this time, looking at their painstaking choice of words and sentences, thinking about how many scenes of yesterday there were in the entire Ming Dynasty, there was a depression in my heart that was difficult to vent.

Suddenly there was an urge to slap my face.

Excuse me. Who told you to rush over, just because you can't vent some of your emotions.

Writing poetry, I really haven't been afraid of anyone, after all, so many poems and songs from the late Ming Dynasty to the Qing Dynasty to modern times are "their" to me in a sense.

"Among the newcomers, peace is the most unscrupulous, and you are in front of you. Peace is ashamed of itself. Zhu Ping'an hooked the corners of his lips slightly and arched his hand towards Guo Ziyu.

You're pretty good at changing the subject. But with this opportunity, how could I let you succeed. Guo Ziyu thought so in his heart.

"Brother Zhu Xian, don't be modest, if you are thirteen years old and say that you are ashamed of yourself, wouldn't we be looking for a crooked neck tree and hanging the southeast branch." Guo Ziyu stretched out his hand and nodded at everyone and himself, shook his head and smiled.

"Yes." Guo Ziyu's words chimed in.

"Brother Zhu Xian, don't refuse, there are many pines and bamboos in the mountains and fields, Brother Zhu Xian must have a good sentence early, if there are too many good poems in the belly, it is difficult to choose, it is better to write it and let me wait to help you choose it." Guo Ziyu urged again, his eyes full of teasing.

This time not only asked Zhu Ping'an to write a poem, but also asked Zhu Ping'an to write at least a few songs.

Under the leadership of Guo Ziyu, there are more people who do good things, and there are more coaxies.

Zhu Ping'an looked at Guo Ziyu and said in his stomach: I really can't write, I can write dozens of poems in a minute, do you believe it or not?

It's what you want.

Under Guo Ziyu's repeated urging, Zhu Ping'an took the pen and paper and put down the pen amid the coaxing of everyone:

Bamboo

insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks;

Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south.

As soon as this poem was written, Guo Ziyu, who was the loudest just now, was speechless, this poem seemed to be specially slapped in the face, but the posture of the beating was super handsome!

Ligen broke the rock, as if in response to himself that he was from a poor family in a mountain village.

Thousands of blows, Ren Er's east, west, north and south winds are almost reflecting themselves!

However, this is just my own understanding, because this poem is full of firmness and tenacity and strong bones

"Okay, Brother Zhu Xian is really a blockbuster." A person at the same table was full of praise and amazement for Zhu Ping'an's "Bamboo".

Firmly biting the green mountains and never relaxing, the bamboo roots are rooted in the broken mountain rocks. Endure countless ordeals and still stand strong, no matter what wind blows from where you come from.

This kind of artistic conception is simply empowering when you think about it!

"This poem is very stylish, comparable to Yu Gong's "Lime Yin"!"

The neighborhood is full of talents, and after reading Zhu Ping'an's poem, I admired it, but as for Cao Jieyuan's "Bamboo" just now, it was dwarfed by comparison.

Listening to the admiration of the people around him, Guo Ziyu felt that his face was hot, but at this time, it was difficult to ride a tiger, so he couldn't hold back, so he had to praise and urge again.

"Wonderful, wonderful, this one is so breathtaking, wouldn't the other poems that make Zhu Xiandi think about the difficult selection even more wonderful, and the good texts will be appreciated, Zhu Xiandi must not be stingy, and the good ones are hidden."

Admitting that you're a great one, but I don't believe you can make anything comparable to this one! Guo Ziyu thought to himself.

Zhu Ping'an glanced at Guo Ziyu, and then picked up the pen and wrote it again.

If you don't believe it, then I'm sorry to disappoint you, who made yourself so unhappy, and you still rushed to come!

Bamboo

Listening to Xiao Xiaozhu in the burrow, it is suspected that it is the voice of the neighbors.

Some of the younger generations of Cao Cao, one branch and one leaf are always concerned.

When this one was written, the people around were all dumbfounded, and they were full of respect for the young man in the last seat.

This poem swept away the wind of singing bamboo and praising bamboo in all the people present, and found another way, no, it can be said that it was sensitive.

Directly sublimated a realm!

From bamboo to love, it has risen to the realm of the world's worries and worries!

The previous poem can be said to be the best in Yongzhu Fengbone, but this one has risen to the realm of people's livelihood and suffering. Among the many bamboo poems, this poem can be described as earth-shattering.

"If these two poems are like this, if it were me, it would be a dilemma."

Someone sighed.

Guo Ziyu was already dumbfounded at this time, and he was stunned on the spot! The face is red-ear hot! How can you really write it! (To be continued)