"Now this season, it is just September, there is no wind, no flowers, no snow, no moon, although today is a month and a half, unfortunately it is cloudy, the moon is not very clear. How did you choose such a few poems? ”

The mood relaxed, and Qin Zhen inevitably talked a lot.

"The title of the poem is just a general one, the wind and snow, all-encompassing, how can you not take it? Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and make a poem for all of us to enjoy. ”

Xue Baochai only urged him to compose poems quickly.

Qin Zhen has poetry, he is naturally open in his heart, and he is not afraid. He said to Xue Baochai: "Since you said that the theme is the wind and snow moon, then I will use this snow character to make a poem, do you think it can be made?"

Xue Baochai looked at him with a very strange look and said to him: "We all said that Sister Lin grabbed a flower character, and everyone made a poem with this word as the title. If you want to compose a poem, you can only use flowers as the theme, how can you use this snow word alone? ”

"It's not going to work, it's not going to be in order!"

Xue Baochai directly gave Qin Zhen a refusal.

Flower?

Is it a flower?

It's going to be fatal.

Qin Zhen originally thought that the wind and snow would be fine, but he didn't understand it correctly, what should he do now?

Qin Zhen couldn't think of what famous modern and modern poems he could use to suppress Xue Baochai and them! Two little bees, flying among the flowers, is it okay?

Without the famous poems of Yonghua, he can't calm people!

In the past, there were too many famous poems, such as "the flowers are similar every year, and the people are different every year", and what "a pot of wine between the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date". But these, Xue Baochai and others also know it!

With the poetry of the ancients they knew, how could he pretend to be forced in front of them?

If they don't know, they can't do it. However, there are no famous modern and modern poems about flowers. It's a headache.

Qin Zhen felt that Xue Baochai and them were deliberately embarrassing his fat tiger.

"Now that September is going to pass, the flowers are bleak, everything is depressed, if you use snow, you can look forward to the arrival of snow, and there will be a bright scene at that time, wouldn't it be better? Why use this flower, which I don't know how long it will take to bloom, to use it as the title of today's poem? ”

Qin Zhen said with a bitter face, he still wants to use that snow character, there is no good poem in this word, and he can't steal chickens!

"Who says flowers have to wait? The cold plum in the snow, the two phases bloom. You said the snow was coming, so isn't this one close at hand? Although we have a flower word, the title is Yongmei Blossom, this is the same as your snow, isn't it? Why do you say differently? You'll only be verbose. If you can't compose poetry. Admitting defeat is, what do you want so much nonsense for? ”

Xue Baochai said to Qin Zhen.

This girl used to be in the Grand View Garden, and she was a group of harmony. How did you get here, it's a bit aggressive! Could it be that the change of environment has changed her personality?

Qin Zhen thought to himself.

There is this possibility, Xue Baochai has already been on the battlefield, and with so many changes, it seems impossible that his personality will not be affected.

But Yonghua, Yongmei, it was too difficult, Qin Zhen didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

The poem of the plum blossom, he knows! There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone. I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance. This is the poetry of enlightenment, which he learned when he was very young.

There is also "a chic, dusk oblique water", this is also a famous sentence, but unfortunately, it can't be used.

If only he had traveled to parallel dimensions, it would be fine.

In parallel space, he has too much to pretend. Here, no. Unlucky.

"I'm not Cao Zijian, I can become a poem in seven steps. You have to let me think that I can make a poem, do you think that if you throw out a poem at random, I can write a poem? How can I be so powerful? You've got to show me your poems first, so I can have an idea. ”

Qin Zhen said to Xue Baochai.

He still didn't give up, he was still dying, and he wanted to delay for a while, and see if he might come up with a modern Yongmei poem that could compete with the ancient famous sentences.

If he can still remember it within a certain period of time, then he can still be resurrected with full blood, otherwise, today, I am afraid that he will be planted.

Hearing Qin Zhen say this, although Xue Baochai thought that Qin Zhen was verbose, he had to admit that what Qin Zhen said made sense. They should give him time!

The ancients wrote poems, and they always paid attention to two sentences and three years, and they sang and shed tears. Unless it is this time, but it is possible that Cao Zijian, who has not yet been born, who can become a poem in seven steps?

They really should give Qin Zhen time.

"I'll show you, don't be inferior!"

Xue Baochai said to Qin Zhen, and then took out the Yongmei poem he made.

When Qin Zhen looked closely, he saw that Xue Baochai wrote:

The branches are sparse and the flowers are flowers, and the children of spring makeup compete for luxury.

There is no snow on the threshold of the idle garden, and there is a sunset in the flowing water and empty mountains.

The dream is cold with the red sleeve flute, and the fragrance of the fairy is panning the river.

The predecessor must be a Yaotai species, and there is no suspicious color difference.

These few sentences seem to be very the same thing, and seven words and seven words a sentence, very neat, it seems to be very good.

But there is no very compelling sentence in the poem, such as "set up a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations", nor does there be a very middle two sentence like "I wish this day, I can't cover my eyes", Qin Zhen has already given Xue Baochai's poem a bad review in his heart.

Damn, what the hell is this written?

Qin Zhen, well, how to say it, he is actually not very good at appreciating poetry. He has no talent for it.

After reading Xue Baochai's poems, Qin Zhen came to see Shi Xiangyun again, but saw that Shi Xiangyun wrote:

The peach is not fragrant and the apricot is not red, and the cold has laughed at the east wind.

The soul flies to Yuling Spring, and the dream of Luofu is not passed.

The green calyx adds makeup and melts the torch, and the fairy helps the drunk across the remnant rainbow.

It seems that it is an ordinary color, and the shade is made by him in the ice and snow.

The last two sentences of this poem are a bit arrogant, Shi Xiangyun is rough and arrogant, but he is actually a tomboy. It can also be seen from this poem.

Qin Zhen thinks that this one is even better than Xue Baochai's.

After reading the poems of Xue Baochai and Shi Xiangyun one after another, Qin Zhen was silent, and came to see Jia Tanchun again.

saw what Jia Tanchun wrote:

The white plum is lazy and endowed with red plums, and the Yan Yan is drunk first.

The frozen face is full of blood, and the sour heart is gray without hatred.

Swallowed the pill by mistake to move the true bones, and stole the Yao Chi to get rid of the old fetus.

Jiangbei and Jiangnan have a splendid spring, and the bees and butterflies are suspicious.

This one, I didn't see it, it seems like ......, well, he shouldn't say bad things about others, he can't say that this poem is bad. Qin Zhen could only say that he didn't understand.

He was still silent.

Xue Baochai looked at him like this, unfathomable, she said: "You have also read other people's poems now, your own poems, but have you made them?" Why don't you just take it out and let's see. We're all waiting to see what you do! ”