"You said you like literature, so it's okay to compose poems?" Sima Hui squinted his eyes slightly, staring directly at Sun Ce, as if he wanted to see through Sun Ce with his eyes.

"Yes!" Sun Ce said confidently.

"Well, it's summer now, so you can write a poem with summer as the theme!" Sima Hui casually asked a question.

Summer? Sun Ce frowned, not to mention, the first question of this Sima Hui is really a little annoying, how to say it, in the last life, although Sun Ce also memorized some poems, but, relatively speaking, there are many descriptions of spring and autumn, especially spring, as for summer, relatively speaking, there is a lot less, and most of them are written about the summer in the Jiangnan area!

However, this couldn't help Sun Ce, after all, Sun Ce was also a top student at the beginning, and this question just made Sun Ce frown for a while!

Sima Hui was not in a hurry, he also knew that composing poetry could not be done with a single thought, if this was the case, then how agile this person's thinking should be!

However, he soon realized that he was wrong, and saw Sun Ce slowly speak: "June is clear and the rain is clear." ”

"Huh?" After listening to Sun Ce's first sentence, Sima Hui's eyes lit up, and then he picked up the pen and wrote this sentence quickly.

However, Sun Ce did not stop to continue his chanting: "Nanshan is clearly distinguished. There is no catkins due to the wind, only sunflowers leaning towards the sun! ”

This poem is the "Early Summer in the Guest" by Sima Guang, a politician, historian and writer in the later Song Dynasty, although it describes the scenery in April, but it is suitable for use in the current June, so Sun Ce honestly and unceremoniously moved it out directly!

"Good! Good poetry! Sun Ce's voice stopped, Sima Hui's pen also listened, and immediately applauded, at this time there is no such seven-word quatrain, the poems at this time are developed on the basis of "Chu Ci" and "Book of Songs" and Qin and Han folk songs, a large part of them still stay on the four-word poems, such as Cao Cao's masterpieces later, all of them are four-word poems!

At this moment, Sima Hui saw that Sun Ce's poems were really exquisite, and he couldn't help nodding his head again and again, but he still wanted to continue to test, a person's level can't be judged by a poem.

"What is your ideal in the second question?" Sima Hui said.

Sun Ce was slightly stunned, what kind of exam question is this? This rhythm seems to be a little wrong, but it's nothing, just say it, just when Sun Ce just wanted to speak, Sima Hui spoke again: "Just use this as a guide, you compose a poem!" ”

So that's it!

Sun Ce suddenly, nodded, and after a moment of silence, he began to recite: "Angry hair rushes to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rest, look up!" ”

"Huh?" Sima Hui also thought that Sun Ce would continue to compose a seven-character poem, but he didn't expect that what Sun Ce did this time turned out to be long and short sentences, but just hearing these few sentences, Sima Hui was moved by Sun Ce's momentum, and hurriedly picked up the pen and began to record the content of Sun Ce's recitation.

"Look up to the sky and roar, strong and fierce. Eight years of time, dust and earth, three thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad!

The Huns are ashamed, they are still snowing, and the courtiers hate them, when will they be destroyed? Set up a long car and step through the lack of Helan Mountain. Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu blood. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky! Sun Ce chanted slowly, and some things that did not match his own experience were also slightly changed.

"Good! Good! Good! "Three in a row, Sima Hui has no other adjectives to describe Sun Ce's poem, he thought that Sun Ce's ideal was just to fight for the world, but he didn't expect that Sun Ce's eyes looked further, he was already preparing to fight the Huns and those nomads in the north! It's incredible!

"Are you really only eight years old?" Sima Hui looked at Sun Ce in disbelief.

"It's like a fake!" But isn't it, Sun Ce was born in 175, and now he is only 183 years old, how much can he be if he is not eight years old? In fact, Sun Ce also thought about keeping a low profile, but his strength really didn't allow it. What's more, now that the Yellow Turban Rebellion has begun, no matter how low-key it is, the Sun family is really going to follow the old path in history!

"Prodigy! What a prodigy! Sima Hui sighed again and again, could this be the messenger sent by God who wanted him to save the Han Dynasty?

"Sir is false! Those just now, it's just a student's momentary feeling, the writing is not good, please don't blame Mr.! Although Sun Ce knew in his heart that Sima Hui must be shocked now, he still had to be humble.

"Bo Fu is too modest!" Sima Hui has even changed his title now.

"Tuk Tuk!" At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door of the study.

"Come in!" Sima Hui calmed down for a moment, and then spoke. This voice is quite majestic.

"Squeak", the door opened, and three people walked in, two of them were Guo Jia and Xun Yu, and the other one, similar to Guo Jia, was the same thin and handsome, but it was a little taller than Guo Jia.

"Student Xi Zhong (Guo Jia, Xun Yu) has seen Mr.!" The three of them still know the rules very well, and they saluted immediately after seeing Sima Hui.

"No need to be polite, come on, come and see the poem that Bo Fu just made, it's really a good poem, a good poem!" Sima Hui hurriedly wanted to give the two poems he had just copied to his three disciples.

"Oh?" Xi Zhong was slightly stunned, for so many years, he has been able to get such an evaluation from his teacher, but there are only a few people, what kind of virtue and ability does this kid in front of him have, and the poems he wrote can be so praised by Sima Hui.

Although just now, Guo Jia and Xun Yu had tried their best to say good things about Sun Ce in front of Xi Zhong, but Xi Zhong still wanted to see with his own eyes who this "overlord of the world" in Guo Jia's mouth was!

"Angry hair rushing to the crown ......" Xi Zhong whispered the song "Man Jianghong" that Sun Ce had just done (in order to refer to it, it has not actually been named).

"Good! What a 'strong ambition to eat Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty to drink the blood of the Huns'! The loyalty mentioned in this poem wants to go to the battlefield and charge into battle and kill him one or two Hun thieves! After Xi Zhong saw it, he nodded again and again, then turned his head and looked at Sun Ce, "This poem, is what you did?" ”

"That's right, exactly!" Sun Ce was not ambiguous at all, and nodded, anyway, Yue Fei would not crawl out of the coffin to find him, what was he afraid of?

"Good! Good! Xi Zhong said two good, and then "poof", knelt directly in front of Sun Ce: "Xi Zhong, I've seen the lord!" ”

"This ......" Sun Ce couldn't help but be a little confused, what was going on? How is this confession of the Lord? Just because of a poem?