(Brothers, give some collection, this collection is the rhythm of the eunuch drop.) ）

The servant's act of looking for poetry paper in the grass has actually been seen by Wang Yuan for a long time, perhaps because he is a thief, Wang Yuan has always wanted to throw the complete poetry paper to a secluded place. If it weren't for the fact that the act of tearing off the poetry paper was too eye-catching, if it weren't for the fact that he had been under everyone's gaze, Wang Yuan would not have hurriedly thrown the poem paper with the grass on the original grass into a clump of dry grass under the pavilion.

And now, seeing being picked up and sent to the small pavilion where Li Shizhi was sitting, he thought with his buttocks, Wang Yuan also knew that he was in trouble. But in fact, Wang Yuan's reason for doing this is very simple, he didn't want to give up the poetry club, nor did Li Linfu send someone to buy him, he just wanted to give Du Fu a chance to make a name for himself.

In the conversation with Du Fu just now, Wang Yuan also somewhat understood what kind of person Du Fu was, and his heart was full of respect for Du Fu brought from later generations, and in the face of Du Fu, who was in his thirties and still worked hard, Wang Yuan felt very guilty.

If it weren't for someone like himself who came through today, Du Fu would be the absolute leader of the Pear Blossom Poetry Club, although Wang Yuan didn't know what a victory in a poetry club could bring to Du Fu, but at least it could give Du Fu a boost when he pursued what he wanted to pursue.

But now it is extremely unfair for Du Fu to pirate the poems of later generations of famous artists who have not yet arrived to win the competition of the poetry club. On the edge of the small pond, Du Fu talked about the poor life of his wife and children, and his belief in pursuing to serve the country and the people, which left a deep impression on Wang Yuan.

Wang Yuan has been thinking about what he can do to help Du Fu, but it is impossible to give up the poetry meeting, because Wang Yuan himself is also poor, for his own future, he must cherish the opportunity of this pear blossom poetry meeting, he can't give up this poetry meeting. Wang Yuan thought that maybe he let Du Fu win one of them was also a help, as long as he guaranteed the victory of the entire poetry meeting, he would not live up to Li Shizhi's courtesy.

So, after seeing Du Fu's poems, Wang Yuan decisively quietly gathered the poems that had been written, threw them in the grass as scrapped poems, re-laid a piece of paper, painted and pretended to be like for a while, and finally chose to hand in the blank scroll.

Before the third poem began, Wang Yuan had been thinking about whether to explain to Li Shizhi, but he finally dispelled this idea. Although he is Li Shizhi's person, he is not his slave, he has the right to make decisions, and he will also defeat everyone in the third game to win the entire Doushi Conference. In that way, Li Shizhi shouldn't have any complaints about himself.

Liu Xun went straight to Wang Yuan with the paper ball, and looked at Wang Yuan silently without speaking, Wang Yuan knew that this was Li Shizhi's reuse of Liu Xun to question himself, but Wang Yuan didn't plan to explain more, and reached out to tear up the poetry paper and throw it in the paper basket.

Liu Xunzhi didn't say anything, sighed, and sat back in his seat. From his demeanor and expression, Wang Yuan got the information that Li Shizhi was very angry, and the consequences might be serious.

The third poem topic was jointly written by several masters, which was a question about the most accurate winner of this poetry meeting, and all the talented people were a little nervous, as well as the left and right Xiangguo on both sides of the pavilion and the officials of the imperial court. Even Li Linfu's side, which has always shown that he doesn't care about winning or losing, no one is laughing at will at the moment, and everyone is staring at the pavilion in the middle, waiting for the final result.

"On the third question of the poem, the judges felt that the limitation of the title of the poem seemed to limit the talents of the talents, so they unanimously decided not to ask for the title, and let you formulate the title yourself. Anything that does not violate the laws of the imperial court, does not violate the norms of human ethics, and all things in heaven and earth can be included in the poem. This is the last poem of this poetry meeting, and you can spend more time to come up with your best poems, and the time will be extended to the time of three incense sticks, giving you the opportunity to ponder. Yan Zhenqing announced loudly.

This time is a real free proposition, no matter where you are good at, just like some people are good at calligraphy and grass are not good at calligraphy, some people are good at painting insects and fish but not good at flowers and birds, some people are good at playing the piano and Sanskrit music is not good at killing and killing the song of Zhengrong; The free verse question is really to bridge the differences between everyone, so that everyone can show their good side, and strive for another good work. This is the original intention of Wang Wei and others.

The bronze bell rang, and everyone began to think about it everywhere here, but Wang Yuan sat alone next to the empty long table in the pavilion. Wang Wei and the others were about to drink some tea and rest for a while, when they suddenly saw Wang Yuan beckoning to the maid standing by the pavilion and said, "Please come over and help me lay paper and polish ink." ”

Wang Wei and the others looked at each other in surprise, and Yan Zhenqing asked in a deep voice: "Wang Gongzi, is this about to be written?" ”

Wang Yuan nodded and said, "Yes, write early and finish early." ”

The maid dripped water into the inkstone, gently grinded dozens of times after the ink gradually thickened, the white paper spread on the table, and the paper stone pressed the four corners, but saw Wang Yuan reach out and take down a wolf hair on the pen holder, dipped it in the ink and groaned for a while, and wrote down the brush.

Wang Wei, Wang Changling, Gao Shi and others were very surprised, and they all moved over to watch, but saw Wang Yuan write: Ascending the tower song - imitation of Taibai's "Will Enter the Wine" poetic composition.

Whoever forsakes me will not remain in the day of yesterday;

Those who disturb my heart will have many troubles today.

The long wind sends autumn geese thousands of miles, and you can be a tall building for this.

All of them want to fly, and want to go to the blue sky and catch the bright moon.

Draw the knife and cut off the water, the water is more flowing, and the glass is more sorrowful.

Life is not satisfactory in the world, and the Ming Dynasty spreads flat boats.

Everyone stared at the poetry paper, Wang Yuan threw the pen away after writing the last line of words, and said with a smile: "Shicai saw Li Taibai's new work "Will Enter the Wine" from Brother Du, and his heart was really surging, so Dong Shi followed suit, imitating Taibai's meaning of poetry, and wrote this article. It's ugly. ”

Wang Wei was dumbfounded: "Where is this imitation, if you don't see you write this poem with your own eyes, the old man will think that it is Taibai's work, this poem is like a song, ups and downs, deep charm, twists and turns." In terms of technique, it is extremely white charm, moving and moving, ups and downs, unprovoked, intermittent, bright and agitated, such a realm, if you don't see it in person, how can you teach the old man to believe? ”

Wang Yuan's face was slightly hot, this poem is Taibai's poem, if he wants to guarantee that he can win the third game, Wang Yuan can only shamelessly pirate his last poem in front of Li Bai while he is still alive. Of course, Wang Yuan calculated the time, this poem should have been written by Li Bai when he visited Xuanzhou in the eleventh year of Tianbao, and now it is only the fifth year of Tianbao, and there will be absolutely no goofs in time. Moreover, Li Taibai has so many popular poems, and stealing one of them by himself will not damage the name of Taibai poets. And I will win the championship of this game because of this poem, which is also the best of both worlds, so although I was apprehensive, I still used this one.

This poem can be side by side with Chen Ziang's "Song of Dengyouzhou", and the poetry is also compatible. Compared with Chen Ziang, he went further, 'Raise a glass to eliminate sorrow and sorrow, and draw a knife to cut off the water and the water will flow more.' Who can write such verses? It will be immortal for all ages. This...... This makes the old man unspeakable, speechless, as soon as this poem comes out, today's pear blossom poetry meeting needs to end, this article has violated the heavens and the peace, the old man ...... The old man was almost in tears. ”

Wang Weiwu chattered to himself, and there were old tears in his eyes. Wang Yuan began to feel that he had gone too far, and it was okay for him to pirate some petty tunes, at least in line with his identity and age, but this song obviously did not match his identity, and I am afraid that there would be some sequelae in doing so.

But in any case, the masters saw the birth of this poem with their own eyes, there was no doubt at all, the pavilion suddenly became a sensation, everyone rushed to the pavilion after hearing the news, after reading this poem, there was no interest in writing poetry, and there was a sentence and thought it was good at the moment I felt that my poem was scum, or I didn't dare to put pen to paper again.

Du Fu was excited, and after reading it again, he said: "That's it, how can ordinary people compare with Wenqu Xing, I think Little Brother Wang must be Wenqu Xing, Du Fu is convinced, I decided to hand in the blank paper this time." I want to record this poem and find an opportunity to send it to Taibai, if he sees it, he will take it as a confidant. Brother Wang, your poem is said to be written in imitation of Taibai's poetry, let me say that imitation can't be imitated, you are the same as Taibai, you are the material of the sky, and it is difficult for mortals to look at it. ”

Du Fu's words represent the voices of many people, and everyone doesn't know what kind of feeling they have for Wang Yuan, today they witnessed the birth of a genius, although they did not achieve any fame at the poetry meeting, but it is worth it.

There is Wang Yuan's poem hanging on the pavilion, no one has the heart to fight again, the third competition came to an abrupt end, and only one of the thirty-three talented people was produced under the free proposition, and this poem can no longer be surpassed. Today's Pear Blossom Poetry Club was full of surprises and brought endless surprises to the participants.