Chapter 204: Poetry Club (5)

But when Zhang Xiaopang handed over the silver ticket, a soft voice came from behind the rostrum separated by a thin silk curtain, which seemed a little empty and a little close. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Thank you for this son's generosity, Xiao Cui will register later."

At this time, Wan Qiyang took the opportunity to sit down and continue to drink tea. And Zhang Xiaopang also sat back, and whispered: "Brother Mo is really amazing, my little brother borrowed Brother Mo's light, this is the closest distance I have met Ning Xing'er." After finishing speaking, he was so excited that he couldn't close his mouth.

"Let me first introduce the rules of the competition of the 'Poetry Club', the first game is naturally based on poetry, divided into three sections, which are the topics of the young lady, everyone can play and create at will, and poetry can be. The second game is to improvise or write the name of the word, and the third game is an intelligence problem, of course, there are a few questions until no one answers. The group with the most wins wins. There is no one else who does not understand. Xiao Cui deliberately paused for a while, and when no one answered, she officially notified the start of the competition.

Of course, at this time, who wants to admit that they don't understand the rules, isn't it a shame, not to mention that Xiaocui explained it very clearly!

After a while, Xiao Cui was still holding a piece of paper, and there was only one word on it, "bamboo", Wan Qiyang was dizzy now, how could there be such a topic, do you want me to write what I did downstairs again? Obviously not, then others will think that they are talentless, even if they are talentless, but then they have to find another way to find another song!

Wan Qiyang closed his eyes for a while and thought hard, everyone at this time is each giving full play to their own creative ability, Wan Qiyang was a surplus at home when he was a child, he was filled with all kinds of extracurricular practice classes when he was young, and the most proud of him was the beautiful brush in italics, in fact, it was art, so now he has a carbon pen to sketch the closest picture to the photo.

Wan Qiyang thought of a lot of poems about bamboo, but many of them were poems from the Tang, Song and Yuan dynasties, which were obviously not suitable for the creation at this time, only the Qing Dynasty and modern ones. Wan Qiyang suddenly had a flash of inspiration, isn't this Zheng Banqiao more than one poem describing bamboo. So he immediately started writing such a poem about bamboo, 'bamboo', 'section after verse, a thousand branches and thousands of leaves.' I don't bloom, I don't tease bees and butterflies. ’

After writing, he put down the pen, and his own maid stepped forward to clean up, of course, Xiaocui focused on his side, and began to pay attention to it when Wan Qiyang lifted the pen, and when he put down the pen, he immediately came over.

"Childe, can you do it? Please leave your name. ”

When Wan Qiyang heard it, what should he write if he left his name? I'm not a showman, and naturally I don't have a font size, do I really want to take a font size? Forget it, even if you use someone else's poem by Zheng Banqiao, then even the name will be used completely, and Wan Qiyang will directly write the font size of 'Kerou'.

Xiaocui first looked at Wan Qiyang's beautiful block letters, and then saw him write his name, 'Kerou', is this number elegant or evil? 'Soft' is a symbol unique to women, so it's fun!

"Someone has finished answering the first question, please continue to answer it." Xiao Cui preached to everyone.

Wan Qiyang didn't bother to choose any other styles of poetry, and chose the lyrics written by Zheng Xie, "Nian Nujiao. Taoyedu;

The bridge is low and red, the water is long, and the green poplars are fluttering.

The spring breeze accompanied the dancing swallow, and said goodbye with dew.

Smoke soft pear blossoms, rain and cold food, fragrant grass to urge the season.

Draw the boat flute and drum, and the singing is wide and wide.

What exactly are peach leaves and peach roots, how few are they in ancient and modern times, and the color art is called a double masterpiece?

A wisp of red silk is biased to the left, and the boudoir is almost buried.

If Yiguang and Ramie will grow old, who will be the philosopher?

Wang Lang is a song, and Qianqiu Yan said Jiang Ji. ”

Thinking of this, Wan Qiyang did not start directly, but pretended to ponder, for more than ten minutes, and then wrote down the poem directly and fluently, and also wrote the name. As soon as I finished writing, I heard Zhang Xiaochun, the fat man next to me, shouting, 'Okay! Wan Qiyang was really taken aback.

"Brother Mo, the real person doesn't show his face, it's just done in one go! Sister Xiaocui, here! ”

Xiao Cui naturally walked over immediately, and at the same time saw Wan Qiyang finish answering the second game again, while waiting for the ink to dry and then preparing to take it away.

"You call me sister? I don't have a brother as big as you. Obviously, Xiaocui was a little annoyed that Zhang Xiaochun called her sister and called her old.

"Hehe, I'm not an honorific title. Forgiveness! "Zhang Xiaochun's mouth is really flattering, and he can say anything.

"Humph!" Xiaocui snorted at Zhang Xiaochun, then threw a roll of his eyes at him, and then turned to Wan Qiyang and said, "Childe, you wait, Miss said that she still has a personal matter, please ask Childe to do a favor, and it will not be too late for Childe to reply after this poetry meeting is over." ”

Because he spoke quietly, the others couldn't hear it very clearly, and Jiang Shusheng also asked curiously: "Brother Mo, what did Xiaocui say so mysterious?" ”

"It's nothing, she told me about something to help after the poetry meeting was dispersed, why are you interested?" Wan Qiyang said it very generously, standing upright and sitting upright, people are not afraid of shadows!

"Brother Mo will definitely be able to enter the eyes of 'everyone'......"

The other two scholars also sighed..........

Meanwhile..........

"Miss, you see this is the masterpiece of that Mo Gongzi, I didn't expect that the first question he did not directly copy the poem he wrote downstairs, but a new poem, the two poems describe the technique is completely different, the first poem is obviously written about the spirit, but the second poem is written in the form and meaning. All of them are directly and accurately connected to the simple, high-spirited and bright characteristics of 'bamboo', Miss, why don't you take out your new painting and let Mo Gongzi inscribe a poem for you? "Xiaocui is also close to Zhu Zhechi, obviously she has been with Ning Xing'er for a long time, and she also knows how to do poetry right, and the level of comments is also remarkable.

"Yo, Xiaocui is good, it's very well said! Xing'er, I see that you can't put it down, congratulations, I think it's just what Cui Er said, I think this Mo Gongzi is a talent, you look at this word, how pity and cherish the jade, and understand the wind and moon, it is really from his poems to see this person's profound literary skills, you see its name, but also have a manly spirit that wants to conquer women! "Xu Xiaoqian, the daughter of the Governor of Caoyun, is also happy that Ning Xing'er can find the man she likes.

"Xiaoqian, look at what you said, it seems that you are destined to be unable to find someone with the same interests and hobbies as you, and I hope you can find a son who is in love with you! Do you remember what we said when we were kids playing games together? Ning Xing'er expressed a lot of meaning in this sentence, and as soon as she heard this, she could understand that the relationship between the two was actually a small relationship, which was a little intriguing.

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