There are two kinds of poetry, one is made by painstaking meditation, and the other is improvised.

In order to show their skills at this poetry meeting, whether it was the eight talents of Jiangnan or Liu Dongqing and Cao Zixin in Shuzhong, or other college students, in order to show their skills at this poetry meeting, which of their poems was not made in advance, and then repeatedly revised, and finally got it to show off at this poetry meeting?

At this time, Qu Hai asked Wu Zheng how long he had been working on this poem, which meant not that he cared about the time he had written this poem, but that he wanted to improvise a poem with Wu Zheng next.

From another point of view, it can also be that they have already bowed to the poetry and literature, but they are not willing to be defeated so suddenly, and they are just doing the last dying struggle.

Wu Zheng smiled: "I just did it, do you believe it?" ”

Of course Qu Hai didn't believe it, not only he didn't believe it, but everyone didn't believe it, because how could such an amazing poem be made temporarily? It must be the same as them, it was done in advance, and now it is displayed at this poetry meeting.

So Qu Hai said with a smile: "Since Brother Wu is like this, then Brother Wu's ability to improvise poems is also quite good!" ”

Wu Zheng said: "It depends on the situation!" ”

If you want Wu Zheng to make poems, it really depends on the situation, after all, there is only one poem he knows, and if he hits the right topic, he will naturally open his mouth, and if it is not suitable, he will naturally not be knocked out of the stick.

"Brother Wu, why don't we take the stars as the theme at this time and write a poem each?"

"Stars? Are you sure it's the stars and not the sun? Wu Zheng pointed to the sunset on the side.

Seeing Wu Zheng's surprised look, Qu Hai smiled and said: "Since it is an improvised poem, then this topic is naturally hand-twisted, Brother Wu doesn't know how this topic is?" ”

"This ......"

At this time, everyone stretched their necks to look at Wu Zheng, he is now the hope of a middle school student in Shu! And this song is too unexpected, what kind of stars are written in Dabai! Can't you just have some poetry at the meeting? Peach Blossom Beauty, or this Yueming Island, even if you go out of the Yangtze River!

In this way, the poems prepared by Wu Zheng will be more or less sticky, but who would have thought that you would come out of the stars.

Qu Hai smiled: "What's the matter, why did Wu Zheng make you so embarrassed." ”

Wu Zheng smiled: "Embarrassed? Nope! I was just thinking about poetry, and I just thought of a poem about stars. ”

Qu Hai was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Yes...... Is it? Congratulations to Wu Zheng, I don't know if Brother Wu will come first or we will come first? ”

Wu Zheng looked up at the six or seven unbelieving talents behind Qu Hai, Wu Zheng smiled: "In order to save time, I'll come first!" Then when you have listened to my poems, you will have no need to read them again. ”

"You're too crazy with the surname Wu! You look down on me like this? Zhu Gui jumped up and said angrily.

"Why don't you want to fight poetry, you want to do it! That's fine! Wait until you win my lady first! ”

"You ......"

Zhu Gui didn't dare to accept it, don't look at Seinfeld now Wenwen is sitting there quietly like a jasper, but he used to be the king of the mountain, and he was a powerless scholar who started to look for death with her!

Seeing Zhu Gui eating deflated, Lu Mo hurriedly said: "Brother Wu, who is going to do it with you, everyone is waiting for your masterpiece!" I want to know what kind of masterpiece can make us not even have the courage to write poetry again."

Wu Zheng smiled: "As you wish!" ”

After finishing Wu Zheng, he stood up, and was about to speak, but suddenly turned back to Song Fei'er beside him and said, "By the way, Fei'er, do you know the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl?" ”

Seinfeld smiled slightly: "People are just illiterate and not uneducated, of course I have heard the story of the Weaver Girl in the Cowherd!" ”

Wu Zheng nodded and smiled: "That's good!" Listen, the Yellow River is thousands of miles of sand, and the waves are blowing in the wind. Now go straight to the Milky Way and go to the home of the morning glory weaver girl. ”

Once a majestic song "Waves and Sands" was read out of Wu Zheng's mouth, it suddenly shook the audience again, if the previous "Qingping Tune" was a female Rao and soft, then this "Waves and Sands" completely showed the courage that a man like Wu Zheng should have.

But then Su Jie, one of the eight talents in Jiangnan, thought about it and said: "Brother Qu's is based on stars, Brother Wu, there don't seem to be stars in your poem, right?" ”

Wu Zheng smiled slightly, and listened to Seinfeld say angrily to her: "Why are there no stars, don't you know that the Cowherd Star and the Vega Star are still full of stars?" There are also eight talents! I don't know as much as a woman. You're right? ”

Wu Zheng said with a smile: "Yes, yes, how can you be a big man if you don't fly, why don't you have to save some face!" ”

"I'm sorry for this brother! My lady likes to talk straight, and she doesn't know how to beat around the bush. Do you have a masterpiece to listen to? ”

"I ...... I didn't! When Wu Zheng's gaze fell on Su Jie, Su Jie retreated in a gloomy manner.

Then Wu Zheng's gaze swept over the eight Rao in turn, and even Qu Hai, who had mentioned that he was going to improvise a poem, couldn't help but turn blue and white for a while.

It's not that he doesn't have no poems, he wrote a poem with the theme of stars in his early years, so he dared to have the confidence to improvise a poem with Wu Zheng, but who knew that Wu Zheng's "Waves and Sands" came out, and if the poem he made back then was read again, it would be embarrassing.

Just when everyone thought that Wu Zheng was about to defeat the eight talents of Jiangnan with his own strength, Chen Qing suddenly stood up and said: "Who can prove that you are improvised at this time?" ”

This is the shamelessness of the curved form, everyone looked at him with disdain when they saw the stinky shit, and some of them were angry and even had seen the shameless ones out loud, but they had never seen such shameless words or anything like that.

Chen Qing also had this shame on his face when he heard these words, but he still held back the shame on his face and stared at Wu Zheng, wanting to see how Wu Zheng came to this scene.

Wu Zheng smiled: "I really can't find anyone to prove it, but what evidence do you have to prove that this is not what I did on the spot?" ”

Everyone is right to hear it! That's the truth! How can you prove that this is not an improvised act by Brother Wu?

So the scene that had just quieted down suddenly became boiling again, all of which were denunciations of these Jiangnan talents.

was pointed at his nose and scolded, so a person like Xia Lao who is thicker than the city wall can't stand it! What's more, these are young talents who are young and have a good face.

It's just that they can't figure it out that the situation was originally good, but everything changed after the appearance of Wu Zheng, so it was just three poems, and the good situation that they had piled up with dozens of poems fell short.

They are not convinced, of course they are not convinced, why can't the dozens of poems they have made with their brains still be worth your mere three?

So He Song's eyes rolled, and he said to Wu Zheng against the surrounding condemnation: "Listen to the eight-rank military attaché, can you improvise another song with the army?" If you can still do it, then we people are completely convinced. ”

"Military?"

Everyone couldn't help but be stunned when they heard it, when did Wu Zheng become a military attaché, wasn't he a student of Chunjiang Academy?

Not everyone knows about Wu Zheng's status as the captain of the eight-grade Xuanjie, at least Liu Dongqing and Cao Zixin knew that last year, Wu Zheng used the method of salt-making to exchange for a positive eight-grade Xuanjie school from the Qin family of Youwuwei.

And those who knew about this matter couldn't help but secretly say in their hearts at this time that this He Song's question was indeed amazing, and the arrow was even more unique than Quhai's question with the theme of stars.

The reason is that Wu Zheng is not really from a military background, and Captain Xuanjie was also exchanged for salt by him, and he may have done it before on the topic of the stars, but he could never have done a good job of this poem with the theme of the military before.

Unless he has the ability to predict the future, he can only write this poem on the spot.

Even so, when everyone looked at Wu Zheng again, their eyes were full of expectation, not worry, because there were too many surprises for Wu Zheng at this poetry meeting, and one more didn't seem to be much, but it made them look forward to it even more.

Wu Zheng smiled: "The army is right! You listen well: I am drunk and look at the sword, and I dream of blowing the horn and the battalion.

Eight hundred miles under the command, fifty strings turned over the outside sound.

Autumn soldiers on the battlefield.

The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt.

But the king did something, and won the name before and after his death.

Poor ......."

Wu Zheng suddenly stopped reading this, because the last sentence was pitiful and white, and when Wu Zheng read this, he suddenly realized that the word white hair seemed to be a little inappropriate when he read it.

But where do other people know this, he has long been infected by Wu Zheng's ambition in the words, even these talented people who have always looked down on the big-headed soldiers, they were also told by the king, and won the name before and after his death. And feeling the blood boiling, they suddenly had an urge in their hearts to want to put pen to paper.

After all, the current Great Zhou is surrounded by strong enemies, and nothing else is that Tuyuhun has already hit Chengdu, which is a great shame compared to the Great Zhou when the Great Sage Emperor was back then!

In such an environment, what teenager has not dreamed of becoming rich and strong? Have you ever had the ambition to regain lost territory for the Great Zhou? It's just that as the years go by, these dreams and ambitions are getting weaker and weaker.

Isn't Wu Zheng's poem now what they thought at the beginning? The whole thing in this rotation is as if I have traveled through time and space, and I see the curtain year, which was once full of blood.

But Wu Zheng stopped abruptly at this time, which made people feel uncomfortable, as if there was a cat's paw scratching, which made people very unhappy.

Tong Tai was the first to ask: "What is Wu Zheng's pity, are you!" ”

Wu Zheng smiled slightly: "It's boring." ”

"Boring?"

"That's right! Boring. Fei'er, shall we go back? ”

Seeing that Wu Zheng's mood seemed to have suddenly changed badly, Seinfeld stood up without saying anything, took Wu Zheng's hand and nodded.

Wu Zheng smiled slightly: "What kind of bullshit, going back to hug your wife is the biggest thing." Fei'er made a lot of messy poems throughout the poetry meeting, and there was no scene, so I read a poem to you that was appropriate for the situation, okay? ”

"Good! Xianggong, read it quickly and listen to it. ”

"Peach blossom nunnery in Peach Blossom Dock, peach blossom fairy under peach blossom nunnery. The peach blossom fairy planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms for wine money.

Wake up and sit only in front of the flowers,...... Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it. I don't see the tomb of Wuling heroes, and there are no flowers and no wine hoes to make fields......" 166 Reading Network