The nervousness of the talented people obviously did not affect Feng Shuangshuang in the attic, Feng Shuangshuang at this time, since those poems were taken up by the servants, they have been completely immersed in them, for her, what is attracted by thousands of people, and what is sought after by everyone is not as attractive as the poems that describe infinite reverie between the lines. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Well, this "Thinking of the Hometown" is written by Zheng Shaoyu, a genius in Jingzhou, Jingzhou belongs to Jiannan Road, since ancient times, the difficulty of Shu Road is famous, from Zheng Shaoyu's poem, it can be seen that the difficulty of Shu Road, as well as his thoughts about his hometown, yes, in terms of speaking, this poem should be regarded as only waiting for the middle and upper.

Oh, this is Liangzhou Shigongshu's "Appreciation of Feng Shuangshuangqin's Song", yes, the description is very expressive, but there are two words in it that are a little inappropriate, if you adjust it slightly, it is still a good poem.

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For a while, in the attic, Feng Shuangshuang's muttering voice came low, and at the same time, with her self-talking, the poems in her hand became fewer and fewer, from her attitude towards these poems, you can see the quality of these poems, all Feng Shuangshuang swept over, put aside, it must be no characteristic, and if Feng Shuangshuang can be carefully considered, and even recited several times, it is one of the best.

Soon, there are only a few of the dozens of poems left, and what can really be paid attention to by Feng Shuangshuang is nothing more than three or five poems, and the rest are all reduced to waste paper, of course, these poems may not really be useless, but the affairs of the world, the most afraid is comparison, with comparison, the difference will come out.

"Ah, lady, this time it's like this again, it seems that these talents are really not good now, originally, a hospitality banquet, at least more than ten good poems can be left, and there are even dozens of good poems to leave in good times, and now these three or five poems are barely eye-catching, and I don't know if these talents are indiscriminate, or your vision is too high." Seeing the remaining poems in Feng Shuang's hands, the little girl on the side couldn't help but say.

"You little girl, I really don't know what to do, do you think this poem is moving wood, as long as you have the strength to do it, this poem in addition to having talent, the most important thing is also to feel it, a hospitality banquet, can really appear a good poem, that is God favors us, we should not be too demanding, but, this time there seems to be nothing new, I can only hope that the next hospitality banquet can appear some good poems!" After hearing the little girl's words, Feng Shuangshuang couldn't help but raise his head and blame. At the same time, Feng Shuangshuang's eyes couldn't help but show a trace of disappointment.

Yes, it is disappointment, 'Thinking that after being kicked out of the home of the ruthless man, he came to this filthy Pingkangfang to stop, and it has been three years in a flash, and he once swore that he must make the ruthless man regret what he did, and he must find a person who can overpower him in talent and learning to entrust him for life, but unfortunately, now it has been three years, although she is still insisting, but her heart is getting more and more tired, although the ruthless person is not moral, but that talent is indeed the best in the world, to the present, Although occasionally there are some talented poets who are amazing, but compared with that person, it is still inferior, every time she thinks of this, she feels a little suffocated, and wants to give up, but every time, she will insist on it again. ’

"'The iron bone frost posture is arrogant, not Peng Zezhi's hero.

The peach is jealous in vain, and the yellow flower is resistant to the evening breeze.'

Hey, lady, this poem is quite novel, the words are very straightforward, but it seems to reveal a certain meaning, I don't know why, after I read it, it seems that there is an impulse in my heart, lady, tell me quickly, how is this poem, is it a good poem. ”

Just when Feng Shuangshuang bowed his head and mourned in silence for his tragic life, the little girl on the side suddenly opened her mouth to chant and said such words at the same time.

"Ah, well, what, what kind of poem is this." The little girl's words woke Feng Shuangshuang up, or rather, it was the poem that woke her up.

Looking at the scroll of poetry written in his hand, Feng Shuangshuang read it in a low voice, at the beginning, Feng Shuangshuang only had some feelings, but as she went deeper and deeper into the artistic conception of the poem, she couldn't stop, once, twice, three times, she seemed to be enchanted, reading this poem over and over again, and the more she recited, the more she felt that this poem seemed to be a true portrayal of her heart, so appropriate, so shocking, so that she felt as if she had met a confidant in life, no longer so lonely, So helpless.

Looking at Feng Shuangshuang's appearance as if he was crazy, the little girl on the side was frightened, and couldn't help but step forward and pull Feng Shuangshuang's arm and said, "Lady, lady, what's wrong with you, aren't you scared, isn't this poem bad, or let me help you throw it away!" As she spoke, the little girl seemed to reach out and take out the scroll of poetry from Feng Shuangshuang's hand.

However, to the little girl's surprise, before her hand was stretched out, Feng Shuangshuang just hugged the poem scroll in his arms, shook his head and said, "No, I'm fine, it's just that this poem is written so well that I can't control it, I originally thought that people would only see me in front of people, but I didn't expect that there are really people who can understand my suffering. ”

Hearing Feng Shuangshuang's words, the little girl was also a little speechless, but he still said, "Ah, I didn't expect this poem to have so many meanings, it can make the lady so out of shape, it seems that the top of the list of this hospitality banquet tonight should be the genius who wrote this poem, but I don't know who wrote this poem, lady, you take a look, let me know too." ”

Hearing the little girl's reminder, Feng Shuangshuang immediately realized that he just dared to write the artistic conception of this poem, and still didn't know who wrote the poem, so Feng Shuangshuang hurriedly unfolded the poem scroll, and saw that at the end of the poem, a paragraph was written in a willow book in a chic manner.

"Ah, Duan Jian, it's actually Duan Langjun, I didn't expect that this Duan Langjun is not only a god who solves the case, but even Wencai is so talented." After the little girl saw the payment, she couldn't help but whisper softly.

Hearing the little girl's cry, Feng Shuangshuang was a little puzzled, and asked, "What, don't you know this Duan Langjun, isn't he still a celebrity, why haven't I heard of his name." ”

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