"Fifteen Nights Looking at the Moon and Sending Du Langzhong" is a poem written by the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Jian.

Although this poem is short, it uses every two sentences as a layer of meaning, respectively writing about the Mid-Autumn moonlight and the mood of looking at the moon, showing a lonely, deserted, and quiet picture of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

There is a bright moon and osmanthus in the poem, which is right with the scene in the courtyard at this time, but the feeling of worry - how can a child like Lu Yuner have it?

But it doesn't matter, because when he finds out that there are talented people in this era, he likes to moan without illness, and he talks about what worries and grievances all day long, but he doesn't know that when Liangzhou was attacked every day some time ago, he didn't see these talented people make a difference.

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After Lu Yuner finished writing, he was relieved, put down the brush and clapped his hands and said: "Wow, I finally finished writing, this can exhaust all my energy, it is estimated that within ten days and half a month, I am afraid that I will not be able to write poems anymore......"

Hearing this, Zhang Twelve drank a mouthful of osmanthus wine and couldn't help but squirt out directly, this kid can be regarded as getting his true biography, and he doesn't want to be cheeky!

Unfortunately, it was Lu Fujing standing in front of him, and this sip of wine was sprayed on her chest impartially.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Twelve was excited, and subconsciously hurriedly stretched out his hand and stretched it over—wiped it a few times, and after finding that Lu Fujing's face was already red, and after the face on the verge of eruption, he knew that this was a big deal......

Fortunately, Chen Qiaoxi and Wang Yunshi were talking next to him, and he didn't pay attention to this, Zhang Twelve whispered: "I said I didn't mean it, do you believe it?" ”

"I said I believe it, do you believe it?"

"Forehead ......"

"Can you take your claws off the way now?"

Lu Fujing was relieved to see that no one was paying attention to this, but she still whispered viciously.

If it weren't for so many people, she would have beaten him up!

You said it wasn't on purpose, okay, I believe it.

You put your hand over and think you're trying to wipe it for me, okay, I believe it.

But you still scratched it with your hands, and I don't believe it!

"Oh......"

Zhang Twelve actually wanted to say that he was really innocent, and it was just a man's instinct to catch that, and if he really wanted to arrest him, he would also arrest Chen Qiaoxi, Lu Fujing's airport......

I don't feel anything......

In fact, this is really to blame Lu Fujing, because what Zhang Twelve pinched was just clothes, otherwise with Lu Fujing's temperament, Zhang Twelve pinched not clothes but ...... If so, Zhang Twelve is estimated to be killed......

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Seeing Chen Qiaoxi and Wang Yunshi coming over, Lu Fujing adjusted her complexion, and at the same time did not forget to glare at Zhang Twelve, for fear that he would say anything.

Zhang Twelve pursed his lips, thinking to himself that I am not stupid, can I say?

Lu Fujing doesn't understand poetry, but seeing that Lu Yuner has written it, her face is not so stinky, but Chen Qiaoxi can understand it, and after reading it, she knows the quality of this poem.

This poem, my nephew must not be able to write it, so there is only one truth - the person who can write "Drunken Spring Building" writes such a Mid-Autumn Festival poem, it doesn't seem strange, right?

With Lu Fujing's temperament, if she knew that these two people were making trouble under her nose, she would not be able to escape the pain of flesh and skin, so Chen Qiaoxi did not expose the two of them.

That Wang Yunshi is also a person who loves poetry, and when she saw the "I don't know who the autumn thoughts are", she was shocked, and she looked at Zhang Twelve's eyes with surprise.

She is good friends with Chen Qiaoxi, and naturally knows Lu Yuner, with the realm of this poem, it is definitely not something that a teenage boy like Lu Yuner can write.

It's not Lu Yuner, then it can only be the inscrutable scholar next to him.

Wang Yunshi suddenly had some doubts, isn't he a plagiarist, he plagiarized a song and said it in the past, how to explain this song now, is it also plagiarism?

Did she see this person wrong?

For the first time, Wang Yunshi became suspicious of her own cognition......

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Chen Gongzi next to him had already finished writing, and when he saw several girls gathered around Lu Yuner's table, he also leaned over to take a look.

When he read "I don't know who Qiu Siluo is", he couldn't help but shout: "Good poetry, good poetry!" I didn't expect that Lu Gongzi had such a talent to learn at such a young age, which made us scholars ashamed. It's just that this Mid-Autumn Festival poem will not be composed by the lyrics, although Lu Gongzi's poem is good, it doesn't seem to be in line with the rules......"

When Zhang Twelve heard this, he was instantly angry: Labor and management worked hard to write - plagiarized poems, you say you don't want to write poems, what about playing?

Why don't you call it the Mid-Autumn Festival?

Chen Qiaoxi also participated in this poetry meeting for the first time, it turned out that I really hadn't heard anyone write poems in this poetry club, they were all lyrics, and I didn't think deeply, who knew that there was still this rule!

Turning his head to Wang Yunshi with a puzzled look, Wang Yunshi explained with a smile: "This Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting does have rules for lyrics, it's not that poems can't be written, but poems will not be included in the final selection range, and those who can run for the top spot are words!" ”

Hearing this, Zhang Twelve was also relieved, they were originally here to play, and they didn't want to take any leaders, so it was better, so he said: "The little young master is here today to see and practice writing, there is no difference between writing poems and lyrics, anyway, the capital is for those talented people to take, let's just take a look." ”

Chen Qiaoxi also meant this, and nodded yes.

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However, Chen Gongzi's voice, the people around him had already gathered around, looked at the poems on the rice paper and began to discuss.

"Good poetry, good poetry! It's just that this word is too wrong with this poem, so you have to practice! ”

"Didn't you say that the son of the Lu family was a bastard, and he could write such a masterpiece, the rumors were wrong!"

"I heard that the Lu family has recruited a new scholar, but he has some skills, and I don't know if it was the scholar who ghostwrote it......"

"If you want me to say that no matter how good this poem is, today is better than writing words, it is estimated that the son of the Lu family can't write good words before deliberately writing poems, clumsy!"

"It's extreme, it's extreme, I'm afraid it's the genius of Jingzhou......"

"Hey, you, why do you grow up with others to destroy your own prestige? What's so great about the genius of Jingzhou, think of hundreds of talents in Liangzhou, can't he be compared to him? ”

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Then the group of people was divided into the local faction and the flattering faction, and they quarreled without saying a word.

Listening to these people talking without any skill at all, just a few words back and forth, Zhang Twelve didn't think so.

Coming from the 21st century, he has long practiced the ability to spray others and be sprayed very calmly and not panicked.

You don't see, there are so many trolls on the Internet, they will spray if they don't agree with each other, and the ability to spray people can be described as proficient in all eighteen kinds of martial arts, and spray you for a few hours without repeating the same.

After Zhang Twelve, a troll with such mediocre qualifications in the 21st century, came here, he also participated in several large and small spray battles, and he did not taste defeat, which shows how fierce the environment of spraying people in the 21st century is!

In this environment, if you don't have such a little ability, you probably would have been angry a long time ago!

Trolls are fiercer than tigers!

(I have to go to work on the weekend, but I can't be as efficient as me, I coded five chapters when I went to work, and I came back from work to make a sweet and sour carp for my daughter-in-law to eat, and I did two more chapters at night!) It's so prolific, hahahahaha

PS: Some people say I'm a single dog, wronged... ）