From ancient times to the present, it represents the highest honor of literati, and is sought after by everyone.

How many people can't get a good poem in their lives, and regret it all their lives.

Whenever there is a good poem, it will spread all over the world in the shortest possible time, and become famous overnight.

The most powerful of this is Liu Yong of the Song Dynasty, the emperor asked him to write lyrics professionally, the Qinglou woman is his iron fan, he never spends money to read the Qinglou all his life, and when he dies, the entire Qinglou woman in Kaifeng comes to see him off. The woman in the Qinglou walked with her coffin in her hands, crying bitterly. What's more, there is one who is overly sad. Melancholy ended.

Of course, there are also some people who keep famous poems, but they don't know how to cherish them. It is used on crooked ways, such as the poem as an advertisement.

"The poet feels the situation and describes his heart, and he is affectionate and art......"

As soon as Dr. Guozi mentioned poetry, he quoted scriptures, while shaking his head and touting the scriptures. While staring at Merton with eyes that hated iron and steel, as if Merton had committed a heinous crime.

"Bang!" Dr. Kuniko closed the Book of Poetry with force! The anger in his eyes was unquenchable.

"I hope that everyone will be able to achieve something by writing good poems with their hearts, and don't be like some people who have some talents and don't know how to cherish them, but they don't know that Jiang Lang is exhausted, and they regret it." Dr. Guozi pointed at Sang and scolded Huaidao.

"Humph!"

Dr. Kuniko left angrily.

However, this was not the end of the day, and Merton did not dare to look up for the whole morning.

Every Dr. Guozijian shook his head and sighed in disappointment when he saw Merton, and even Shen Hongcai, a doctor of arithmetic, had a regretful and angry expression. made Merton extremely inexplicable, if you want to say that Dr. Guozi teaches the Book of Poetry and loves poetry as his life, he can still understand Dr. Guozi's mood, in other words, you are a teacher of arithmetic, and you have such an expression What's the matter.

"Dangdang!" When the bell rang at noon, Merton suddenly grabbed his book and wanted to rush out.

"Stop, this road doesn't work!"

Zu Mingjun and Kong Huisuo and other Class C supervisors immediately blocked the door, and their faces were sinister with sinister smiles, and they were like wolves preying on Moton and wanted to surround him.

"What the hell are you trying to do? I tell you, don't mess around! You know? Merton warned with little confidence.

"Mess around, I think it's good for you to mess around!" Kong Huisuo sneered.

"Yes, you know that I wrote a good poem! I meditated for a few days and nights. The result? When I gave my psalms to the Master, the Master looked at them and never looked at them again. Kong Huisuo denounced his history of blood and tears.

"Do you know that in order to write poetry, I memorized almost all the psalms of my predecessors backwards, and as a result! Until now, I didn't know how to write poetry. Ancestor Mingjun said faintly, full of resentment.

"What are you? The poems I wrote were more than enough for a book of poems, and as a result, you say, how many of you have read my poetry collection! The other prisoner was so angry that he turned the finger around.

"Ahem! I'll talk about your poetry collection later, but the most important thing now is not this ......," Kong Huisuo quickly changed the subject.

"Yes, yes!"

A group of national prisoners said in unison.

Suddenly, everyone glared at Merton angrily.

"And you? Peerless masterpieces are here at your fingertips! The most shameful thing is that you even use distorted poetry to advertise, and today you don't want to come up with this gate if you don't tell us what it is. Ancestor Mingjun said arrogantly.

"Yes, not only to tell us, but also to write the whole poem."

"Yes!"

Everyone in Bingshe shouted.

"Isn't it just a poem, as for it?" Merton said weakly.

In later generations, it was a common thing to write a crooked poem, but he underestimated the status of poetry in the minds of everyone.

"As for it?" Zu Mingjun stretched out his voice, among the many Guozi prisoners, although he is a child of a family of arithmetic, it does not mean that the status of poetry in his heart is not high, and it is almost the same.

"How many good poems can be circulated in the entire Tang Dynasty in a year, so that you can't write me another try." Zu Mingjun gritted his teeth and said.

"Really?" Merton couldn't help but groan, and a bad feeling suddenly rose in the heart of the superintendent.

"Spring sleep is not aware......" Merton lengthened his voice.

Zu Mingjun was suddenly shocked in his heart, and said, whether the poem is good or not, sometimes the first sentence can be determined, and it just so happens that this sentence is indeed a classic, although it is shallow, but the charm is long.

"Mosquitoes bite everywhere, big bears come at night, and no one can escape." Merton quickly finished the remaining three sentences.

"Plop."

The entire student of Bingshe suddenly collapsed.

"I don't know when I sleep in spring, mosquitoes bite everywhere, and big bears come at night, and no one can run." It sounds like a beautiful rhyme, but the language is extremely vulgar except for the first sentence.

Crooked poetry, still crooked poetry! There was still a wail in the hearts of the people.

"Mo Jiazi!" Everyone immediately gritted their teeth,

"Come again! I don't believe you still have! Ancestor Mingjun said hatefully.

The sunshine incense burner produced purple smoke, and Merton came to the roast duck shop. The saliva flowed three thousand feet, and he didn't bring any money in his pocket. ”

"Poof!"

Many Guozi prisoners suddenly vomited three liters of blood. Mo Jiazi played crooked poetry and became addicted to it, and even ridiculed himself.

Moton didn't bring money to buy roast duck, Mojia Food City is opened by yourself, and you have to pay.

"Anything else?" Kong Huisuo covered his heart and said sadly, he had made enough mental preparations to deal with any unexpected impact.

"During the Qingming Festival, it rained, and the lonely people wanted to break their souls, so they asked where the singles were, and the shepherd boy pointed to Mojia Village."

There are many singles in Mojia Village, which is a well-known rumor in Chang'an City, but with the prosperity of Mojia Village, the number of singles in Mojia Village has dropped sharply

"Plop!"

Bingshe knelt inside and outside, at this time Bingshe had already attracted many Guozi prisoners, and when he heard Merton's crooked poems, he was suddenly struck by lightning.

"I'll fight for you!" The people rushed forward in grief and indignation, and ravaged Merton.

Under the threat of force, Merton only had to say the original poems of the three poems, but he really refused to say the advertising slogan.

"Spring Dawn

Spring sleep is not aware,

Birds are heard everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain at night,

How much do you know about the flowers? ”

There is no doubt that this is indeed a good poem with profound artistic conception, but compared with Merton's crooked poem, it is simply a heaven and an earth.

Accompanied by the obsessive crowd reading poems, Merton's three poems generally spread throughout the country, and spread to Chang'an City at a rapid speed.