"In the time of a pillar of incense, you can write a poem with wind and snow."

Zhou Jinyan was slightly stunned, is it so simple?

The woman said: "It's not okay to make things up, you have to have a certain level; Zhou Ju Ma Ke Mo wants to say that I embarrass you, this is already the simplest condition. ”

"One pillar of incense and four poems, it's still simple?" Cheng Chu silently shouted: "Even if you come to that Li Mubai, you can't do it." ”

The woman frowned, "Since that's the case, then I'll relax the conditions a little more, and a few of you will compose poems together, as long as you don't make up nonsense, just four poems for one pillar of incense." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone suddenly fell silent, because this is really not harsh.

"How could Mother make such a simple request?"

Liu Ruyi, who was standing in the corner of the wall upstairs, listened to the words downstairs completely, and felt slightly unhappy in his heart.

"Girl, don't worry," Xiaohong smiled: "A pillar of incense in the wind and snow moon may be able to make a few of them, but presumably the quality is low, and it is not easy for my mother to send them away?" ”

"This group of muddy people, don't learn skills, just want to use their identity to oppress people, even if I see them, I won't pay attention to them, what's so good to see?"

Xiaohong looked at her girl's beautiful face and admired: "How can there be a man in the world who doesn't want to see a girl?" The more coarse they are, the more they want to see them. ”

"Forget it, listen to it, if you don't have talent, let your mother hurry up. The provincial saw the prisoner. ”

......

Qin Huaiyu is a big man, although he is also literate, but he has to compose poems, and it is a little difficult for people to compose poems.

A few people, you look at me, I look at you, I think about it for a long time, and I scratch my head.

Zhou Jinyan said: "How's it going?" Wind and snow, you can do whatever you want, don't be embarrassed. ”

Li Decheng said bitterly: "This is really a bit difficult for us and others, and we need to think about it again." ”

Suddenly, Niu Bi slapped boldly and laughed: "There is, the old man has a song." ”

A hint of sarcasm flashed in the woman's eyes, and she said, "Cowherd-kun, please speak." ”

"Oh, I'll go," Qin Huaiyu was frightened, "Brother Niu, don't be kidding, what level are you, we don't know?" ”

Everyone laughed, and Niu Bi said unhappily: "Go, go, go, don't disturb Lao Tzu's train of thought, you rookies." ”

The woman couldn't help laughing, "Then Cowherd, please say it quickly, the time of this half pillar of incense is almost over." ”

Niu Bi put his hands behind his back, walked a few steps slowly, and chanted: "In ancient times, Cao Cao became a poem in seven steps, and now there is Niu Bi in eight steps into a poem." Although I can't compare with Cao Cao, it's not ...... one step away."

Zhou Jinyan saw that everyone had no reaction, and they were all listening to Niubi's bragging, but the woman couldn't help laughing, and couldn't help but say, "It's Cao Zijian, not Cao Cao." ”

"Is it Cao Zijian?" Niu Bi said blankly: "I remember two words?" ”

"Zijian is a cousin, and his real name is Cao Zhi."

"Cao Zhi," Niu Bi suddenly realized, "I said that it feels a little weird." ”

Zhou Jinyan sweated profusely, he was so strong. These people, you stare at me, I stare at you, and they all look at the same level.

I can't count on it, I have to rely on myself. At the moment, I quickly thought about the four poems of the wind and snow.

It's not difficult to compose poetry, but it's a bit difficult to excel.

Niu Bi didn't seem to be disturbed at all, and said loudly: "Seven hundred fly in front of the eaves, and the snow-white back garden wall." On the inside of the full food room, the house dung collects cockroaches. ”

"Hold the grass!"

Cheng Chumo glared and said: "Good poetry, good poetry, Brother Niu, I didn't see that you still have such talent." ”

Qin Huaiyuhu said suspiciously: "You won't plagiarize anywhere, right?" ”

Niu Bi rolled his eyes, "Have you demolished the stage like this?" Brother, I'm really original. ”

Zhou Jinyan was confused, the poem is a poem, but what does it mean?

But at this time, it's not good to ask too much, just pass it.

Everyone looked at the woman, and the woman said dumbfoundedly: "Cowherd-kun, what does this poem mean?" ”

Niu Bi said proudly: "It's simple, it's just my feelings." ”

Like a great poet, he reminisced with his eyes full, "The harrier flying around in front of the eaves was bought by the old man for seven hundred, and in the back garden hung the white clothes that his wife had just washed, and he was full of food and drink and lay on his side in the house. ”

didn't listen to him finish blowing, Zhou Jinyan looked around, looking for pen and ink.

It's really better to count on this group of people than on yourself.

Fortunately, Qingyi Pavilion is a literary treasure, and pen and ink are indispensable. Zhou Jinyan found pen and ink and quickly wrote on it.

After listening to Niu Bi's explanation, everyone was eager to find a hole in the ground to get into.

When the hell was this written? Are you sure you're not here to pit your brothers?

The woman forced a smile and looked at Niu Bi, "Niu Langjun, although your poem is good, it has not yet reached the excellent level, so I can only ......"

Niu Bi said unhappily: "It's a matter of your words, if you don't say it, you won't ...... it."

Li Dexuan grabbed him, "Brother, don't be stubborn, Brother Zhou is already writing, you better stop a little." ”

When Liu Ruyi heard Niu Bi's poem, he immediately laughed and said: "It's such a talent, and he dares to come to the class to get an axe. ”

Xiaohong said: "If they are not thick-skinned, how can they be a tyrant in Chang'an?" It's bad luck to mess with them. ”

Liu Ruyi sighed and said lightly: "The time for a pillar of incense is coming, let my mother send it away, I really don't want to see people today, and I am vain and wronged." ”

At this time, the sound of people pedaling up the stairs sounded outside the door, and Xiaohong said, "Mother is here." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a woman walking up.

She held a piece of paper in her hand, her face puzzled, as if she was thinking about something.

"How's it going?" Liu Ruyi said: "Did you send them away?" ”

"No," the woman said, "According to your meaning, I wrote four poems of wind and snow......"

"Written out of nonsense?" There was some disdain in Liu Ruyi's tone.

"Actually, I don't really understand."

As a cash cow in Qingyi Pavilion, the woman was quite polite to Liu Ruyi, "Look at this piece of paper, it's all poems written by him, and I can't read good or bad, but it doesn't feel bad." ”

Xiaohong hurriedly took the paper from the woman's hand.

glanced at it, and then chanted: "The spring breeze does not lift the ban on poplar flowers, and the clouds are chaotic and flutter in the face of pedestrians." When I woke up from a melancholy dream, the slanting sun shone deep into the courtyard. ”

Raising his head, Xiaohong said: "This is a poem of the wind." ”

"Okay." Liu Ruyi's face was expressionless.

"Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the plumbing duck in the spring river. Artemisia is full of short reed buds, which is the time when the puffer fish wants to eat. Little Red groaned again.

Liu Ruyi's face moved, "This is the poem written by the horse that week?" ”

The woman hurriedly said: "The four songs are all composed by Zhou Yuma. The latest chapter of "Hundred Plating" mixed in the Tang Dynasty to be a horse claw book house" is free to read for the first time.