She suddenly realized that he might be the soulmate she was looking for.

The piano will be used as a substitute for the language, and the conversation will be heartfelt.

When to see Xu Xi, comfort me hesitating.

I am willing to match virtue and join hands.

I shall not fly away, and I shall be destroyed.

Zheng Hao finished singing the last sentence. Bian Yujing's piano sound also sounded sonorous and stopped abruptly.

She stood up from behind the piano, looked at Zheng Hao Yingying, and said like a warbler: "The little girl Bian Sai is polite, I don't know the name of the son?" ”

Zheng Hao also bowed down and said with a smile: "My surname is Zheng, and my single name is 'Hao', and I have admired Miss Bian's name for a long time." ”

"It turned out to be Zheng Gongzi, and Gongzi'er sang really well. Hearing this, Bian Saixin was drunk. Bian Yujing said.

"Miss Bian's piano is better, and Zheng is fascinated by it, it really is, 'This song should only be in the sky, and the world can hear it a few times'." Zheng Hao also said flattering words.

At this time, Zhou Shimao and Mao Xiang came over.

He stretched out a thumbs up to Zheng Hao from afar, laughed and said: "Brother Xian, you are really hidden, I can't imagine that you sing the song so well, and we can listen to it all over the 108,000 pores without any discomfort, you and Miss Bian's piano sound is a perfect match!" ”

Zhou Shimao also said appreciatively: "It is indeed very good! It's the first time I've heard "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" like this, it's very fresh and moving! ”

Zheng Hao felt that although Zhou Shimao was praising himself, he obviously despised himself.

You can see it just by looking at it.

As a man, what's the use of singing songs? That's it!

Zheng Hao said with a faint smile: "I can't help it, listening to Miss Bian's piano sound so beautiful, I unconsciously stood up and sang this song, which is ugly." ”

He exchanged a few more pleasantries with the two men, and then sat back in his seat.

Zhou Shimao said loudly at this time: "You all know that the Yujing girl is outstanding in writing and can compose poems, and we are holding a poetry meeting tonight, foolishly thinking that you might as well take Yongliu as the theme, each make a poem, and the Yujing girl will be the judge, and the first person can make a less excessive request to the Yujing girl, how about it?" ”

Listening to Zhou Shimao's words, everyone at the scene suddenly became excited.

Zhou Shimao's subtext is that if he can win the first prize in tonight's poetry meeting, he will get a chance to get close to Bian Yujing.

Such opportunities are not easy to come by.

Although Bian Yujing is a man in the dust, it is not something that anyone can get close to. For people she doesn't like, she will categorically reject them.

"Shimao, is that really the case?"

"Brother Zhou, hurry up and get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, I can't wait."

Someone shouted.

Zhou Shimao smiled slightly, clapped his hands lightly, and several Zhou family members came in and put pen, ink, paper, and inkstones on each table.

In the Ming and Qing dynasties, poetry had actually withered.

Many readers, Hao Shou is poor, and they can't even handle the eight-strand essay, how can they have time to compose poems?

Therefore, there really are not many good poets.

Most scholars can at most respond to a scene, barely make up a song, that's all.

The reason why Zhou Shimao proposed to write a poem with the title of "Yongliu" was actually because he had just written two seven-character quatrains with this title recently, and he thought it was not bad.

Zhou Shimao is also one of Bian Yujing's many suitors.

This time, he held a poetry meeting again, and invited Bian Yujing to come, one to make a name for himself, and the other to win the hearts of beauties.

He also hinted at this meaning to Mao Xiang.

Except for Mao Xiang, Zhou Shimao really didn't care about other people.

And Mao Xiang also showed him that he would not compete for his limelight.

Zhou Shimao confidently came to the position of the chief himself, he took a look, and several people at the same table were frowning and thinking except for Mao Xiang.

He smiled and said, "Bijiang, is there already one?" ”

"No, my thoughts have dried up recently, and there are few good sentences, I don't think I will be ugly tonight." Mao Xiang waved his hand and said with a smile.

The meaning of Mao Xiang is very clear, buddy doesn't write it, so you don't have to write a song and then press you.

Zhou Shimao smiled and said: "Bijiang is too modest, in this way, the foolish brother will sacrifice his ugliness first." ”

As he spoke, he laid out a piece of paper, picked up the brush, and without thinking about it, wrote on the paper:

One of the willows

Goose yellow emerald green smoke tree,

Every branch and leaf is gone.

The green silk is far away in spring,

After dusk.

Yongliu II

A few trees swaying and blurring,

Delicate and silky.

The new branches of smoke and rain provoke a thousand hatreds,

Spring is still caged on the causeway.

When Zhou Shimao was writing poems, a group of people gathered around him "hulala", and they all stared at it.

Mao Xiang was naturally smiling and watching Zhou Shimao's performance.

However, after Mao Xiang finished reading the first "Yongliu", he nodded, what does this poem say, although it is still written about the pain of parting or something, but the artistic conception of the poem is still very good.

Like a branch and a leaf, the green silk is full of spring, and the two sentences are very exciting.

A poem can be moving, it must be because there are one or two epigrams in it, or even a certain word is used newly, and the artistic conception of the whole poem comes up.

Subsequently, Zhou Shimao's second poem was also written on paper.

Mao Xiang frowned and looked at it, but he always felt that these sentences had a sense of déjà vu. In addition, the parity between these two poems is not too regular.

He frowned and thought about it, and then suddenly realized: Nine times out of ten, Zhou Shimao's two poems were made using the method of rebirth.

"Good poetry!"

"Brother Shimao is so talented! It is amazing to have made such two beautiful poems in such a short time! ”

"I watch Shimao's poems, and I am extremely ashamed, I still don't want to be ugly."

"That's it, that's it, Brother Shimao is bound to come out on top this time! No one can beat him! ”

After reading Zhou Shimao's poems, these literati all sent praises, whether sincere or false, which made Zhou Shimao's heart feel happy.

"Shimao is ugly, please give me more advice." Zhou Shimao arched his hand.

Zheng Hao was already writing poetry at this time.

He wrote a little poem.

Word card Tang Duoling.

Title: Yongliu.

Powder fell in Baihua State, fragrant swallow building. Groups of people in pairs. Wandering is also like a thin human life, empty and slender, and said to be romantic.

The grass and trees are also worried, Shaohua is white-headed! Sigh, who will give up and who will take in this life? It doesn't matter if you marry Dongfeng Chun, go by your own and endure drowning.

That's right, Zheng Hao began to copy poems.

He copied a small poem written by Daiyu in the Dream of Red Mansions.

This little poem is also written with sorrow, but it is written with spring sorrow, not sorrow, it is still very tasteful, and every word is drilled into people's hearts when they are read.

Zheng Hao finished writing, looked around, and the people at the same table had already gone to Zhou Shimao to pick up his stinky feet, and only Zheng Chong was left with him at this table.