Lin Yun said loudly: "I am the wind in the mountains, and the leaves know my thoughts." Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info I am unrestrained, like a shadow, do whatever I want. Yesterday, where I was, is different from today......"

After Lin Yun finished reciting and writing, Ye Jin applauded: "This poem is unconventional, with Brother Lin's hard pen calligraphy, it is really natural, is anyone willing to comment on it?" ”

Ye Jin stood next to Lin Yun, watching Lin Yun finish writing, the words were very good, but he didn't understand much of this poem, and he probably thought it was good, Ye Jin didn't bother to comment, anyway, this Lin Yun was only ranked eleventh on the invitation, Ye Jin just waited for the top ones, Lin Yun let him jump, and Ye Jin also handed over the work of tasting poetry to others.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, look at each other, and refuse to take this thunder.

Everyone praised two sentences, forget it, if you want to comment, you have to read the whole poem, use your brains to make up some praise words, everyone is out to play, such a good job, who picks up who is stupid.

Lin Yun looked through the crowd and saw Yan Buwen, who was sitting on the side watching the koi in the lake, wasn't he still very arrogant just now? How can I see that I made a poem and didn't speak, is it because I was afraid that I couldn't do it, so Master Lin Yunlin of the Four Leaves School walked through the crowd and stood in front of Yan Buwen, and today this poem was evaluated by others, and he was not happy, and he had to be Yan Buwen to evaluate, so he was comfortable.

"Brother Yan, what do you think of this poem?" Lin Yun handed over the manuscript with a smile on his face, this poem was better than "Night Under the Mountain" and "It's Cold" that made him famous before, so he believed that Yan Buwen would not be able to pick out the thorns.

Yan Buwen didn't expect this Lin Yun, the master of the four-leaf faction to be so confident, and he asked Yan Buwen for comments after writing. Yan Buwen looked around, and everyone else looked at them with a smile, their festival just now has heated up now, I don't know how Yan Buwen will deal with it, if Yan Buwen's personal vendetta belittles Lin Yun's poems for nothing, then he is on the cusp, and today he has to make a poem, compared with Lin Yun's "Mountain People". If Yan Buwen has no backbone and praises Lin Yun's poems to the sky, then Yan Buwen will take the initiative to admit it, and everyone will not look down on Yan Buwen in the future.

"Please Brother Yan has the best evaluation, his poem Farewell Kangqiao has made "Dajiang Daily" issue a thousand more copies, and it has also been reprinted." A voice sounded, it was Cao Lingyuan, Cao Lingyuan's main purpose for coming over today was to defeat Yan Buwen, so he couldn't wait to make a big deal about it.

"A thousand, good boy." Everyone was shocked, they had long known that "Farewell Kangqiao" was famous, but they didn't expect to increase the sales of the lace newspaper "Dajiang Daily" so high.

"Then Mr. Yan has to comment today." A young woman asked.

Yan Buwen stood up, half a head taller than Lin Yun, Master Lin could only look up, Yan Buwen took the manuscript in his hand, glanced at it, and said with a smile: "Brother Cao, do you want to make a poem too, I'll comment on it." ”

Lin Tian looked at Cao Lingyuan, Cao Yuanan's nephew, and Yan Buwen's "friend", Yan Buwen would not let go of this good opportunity to rectify this big doctor.

"Good!" Cao Lingyuan was worried about how to write poems, how to appear seemed to be not good enough, he really wanted to come to something, this Yan Buwen actually took the initiative to invite, so Cao Lingyuan didn't think about it and agreed directly.

Master Lin on the side was very upset, I came to ask for a comment, what are you making a fuss about, don't you know how to queue up?

"Wen Jin, I'll go." Cao Lingyuan said to Su Wenjin, who was next to him who was drawing the pattern of his sleeves with his nails.

Su Wenjin said casually: "Then you go." ”

Cao Lingyuan got Su Wenjin's password, jumped to the stone table as if he had opened a hanging, and then picked up the pen and made it in one fell swoop: "Xun Jin". ”

"When love becomes a part of the mind, it is not only those times when love and non-love are melted, but also those times when they struggle between love and non-love...... Cao Lingyuan recited to Su Wenjin clearly, bursting out all his emotions, and when he reached the high point, he suddenly fell, showing his unforgettable feelings, and the name was obtained, "Xun Jin", "Jin" represents Su Wenjin, and this poem is also equivalent to Cao Lingyuan's confession to Su Wenjin.

The young women who understood the poetry collectively said "oh", and Su Wenjin flipped through the poetry book in her hand in a messy mood, turning it around and still on the first page, this Cao Lingyuan is really thick-skinned, and writing such explicit poems in it makes Su Wenjin feel uncomfortable.

This love poem is also considered to be of the highest grade at this stage, at least in Cao Lingyuan's heart, it is much better than Yan Buwen's "Farewell Kangqiao", on the one hand, in order to defeat Yan Buwen, on the other hand, he wants to take the opportunity to confess, no girl can resist Cao Lingyuan's "Xun Jin", coupled with Cao Lingyuan's magnetic voice, Su's girl's heart is about to melt.

Many young girls are rippling in their hearts, if Cao Lingyuan wrote this poem for her, maybe these young women will have to sacrifice themselves tonight.

Of course, Su Wenjin is not the kind of ignorant little girl who will be deceived by a poem, Cao Lingyuan's poem not only does not let her like it, but also feels that Cao Lingyuan is very disgusting and grandstanding.

Miss Su was about to turn her face, and a person next to her laughed loudly: "Not bad, not bad." ”

Everyone looked over, Yan Buwen was holding the manuscript of Master Lin Yunlin in his left hand, and the manuscript of the emerging poet Cao Lingyuan in his right hand, laughing incessantly.

"It's really good." Yan didn't hear it.

Master Lin Yunlin's eyebrows were loose, and he was very happy, knowing that he couldn't find fault with his poem, he could only admit it, so Master Lin said: "Brother Yan is also discerning, my poem can be said to symbolize the high level of new poetry, Brother Yan doesn't have to be discouraged, if you feel that you can't win me, then next time we will compare in private, or you can take my manuscript back to study and study." ”

Master Lin saw Yan Buwen's face full of sadness, he was very proud, and he was ruthless at all, I told you just now that I am very talented, you don't believe it, now you slap your face.

Cool, Lin Yun's frustration in his chest was finally eliminated.

Seeing Lin Yun like this, Cao Lingyuan also reacted, even Lin Yun's broken "Mountain People", Yan Bu couldn't find fault with it, not to mention his own "Xun Jin", so he also said happily: "Brother Yan, do you admit that I wrote this poem well?" Cao Lingyuan was also proud, it seems that he is indeed better than Yan Buwen, his brain cells have not died in vain in the past few days.

Yan Buwen nodded, which made Lin Yun and Cao Lingyuan jump up with joy, and they were happy when they saw Yan Buwen's sad face.

"The words are really good, but the level of this poetry is very poor, you see what kind of broken things you write, this can also be called poetry?" Yan Buwen pondered the two manuscripts in his hand, the hard pen calligraphy was not bad, but it was the point of this poem.

As soon as Yan Bu heard this, everyone was in an uproar. Master Lin Yunlin and Cao Lingyuan were all stunned, and the others were also frightened, although they also knew that Lin Yun's "Mountain People" was not a good poem, and Cao Lingyuan was a little better than him, but who dared to say it? Everyone is a peer, if you offend him, there may be any trouble in the future, and everyone is also with the intention of expanding contacts, and would rather praise one person than lose one.

Yan Buwen smiled, he didn't care about this so-called connections, they were all bullshit, the director was not in vain, those who could help him were friends, why should I scold you if I can't help? Funny!

Yan Buwen heard this, which made Lin Yun and Cao Lingyuan grit their teeth, their faces burned with anger, their faces flushed, and the poems they had worked so hard to write were broken things in Yan Buwen's eyes! Who can bear this breath.

Ye Jin signaled Lin Yun and Cao Lingyuan not to get mad first, Ye Jin smiled and said: "Brother Yan's words are a bit excessive, Brother Lin Yun is known as the master of the Four Leaves faction, and Brother Ling Yuan is also a representative poet of the emerging faction, how did you get here Brother Yan, so unbearable?" ”

Master Lin Yunlin is now red and purple, like a purple eggplant, and said angrily: "Do you know how to read poetry?" If you don't know how to watch it, don't watch it! ”

Cao Lingyuan was also angry, but the level of forbearance was a little higher than Lin Yun's, so he just said angrily: "Brother Yan, your words are a bit heavy. ”

No matter how bad it is, it's a poem, and what is the "broken thing" in Yan Buwen's mouth!

Master Lin took a step forward and sneered: "Okay, since you said that my poem is a broken thing, then you, don't listen to it, make a good thing for us, otherwise you don't want to leave today!" ”

Cao Lingyuan also came over and said, "What Brother Lin said is reasonable, Brother Yan, since you say that our poems are not good, you can show your hand and let us be convinced." ”

Ye Jin liked to watch this kind of scene, and hurriedly pretended to persuade him: "Brother Yan, you just make a poem, otherwise you can't solve this matter today." ”

Su Wenjin also looked up at Yan Buwen, wondering if he was not in his normal mind, criticizing the poems written by the representatives of other people's poetry schools in front of everyone was not good, even a proud person like her would not do it, and only a madman with abnormal nerves would be so open-mouthed.

Of course, Yan Buwen is not a madman, but these people in front of him are not literary masters, so there is no need to save face for them at all.

"There is a good show to watch, this Yan Bu criticizes Lin Yun and Cao Lingyuan face to face, if he can't write good poems, his reputation will be ruined in the future."

"It's too arrogant to ignore this!"

"There is still some hope for defeating that Lin Yun, but Cao Lingyuan's poems are also a bit good, and it is not easy to beat him." Some young women who were moved by Cao Lingyuan's "Xun Jin" just now felt that this poem was really good.

On the other hand, Lin Yun, no one thinks his "Mountain Man" is good, and his title as a master is a bit untrue.

Yan Buwen walked to the stone table, picked up the pen, looked at Lin Yun and Cao Lingyuan with a smile, and then began to write, a beautiful and majestic font was displayed on the paper, Yan Buwen has nothing to be proud of, that is, the pen is good, any font can be controlled, and the font used now is the magnificent line!

Yan Buwen just wrote a name, and someone exclaimed in the back: "Good words!" That word alone is better than theirs......"