Liu Yuanshan is really! All the doors of the head are black lines!

When did I become a prodigy Liu? Is it okay for you to be paralyzed and not bring such a black man?

If you want to write poetry, I, a modern person, can crush you eighteen streets with black technology, and make a ** poem with you. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But if you force me, Lao Tzu is not impossible. Even if I can't do it, why can't I plagiarize?

The current situation is that Liu Yuanshan has to do it even if he doesn't want to compose a poem, because not only Ye Yunhe, but also Lord Huang and Xiangwang Zhu Yiming are looking at him with great interest.

All right!

Liu Yuanshan broke the jar, got up from his seat with a rub, walked to the side of the writing clerk regardless of others, reached out and picked up the pen and wrote two words on the rice paper: "Yongxue!" ”

Then, the golden divine book in his mind flashed out in an instant, and one by one the Yongxue poems of the past dynasties appeared.

Liu Yuanshan faced these countless poems, of course, he would not be stupid enough to choose the works of Tang and Song poets, he wanted the works of Qing Dynasty literati, because only in this way would cheating not be discovered.

After careful screening, Liu Yuanshanzai carefully read and memorized, and finally found a poem that was not very elegant but very suitable for himself.

So, he took advantage of the situation to walk to the windowsill, watched the snow outside the window swaying down, flying into the endless reeds, and suddenly opened his mouth and said in a low voice: "One, two, three or four!" ”

Seven words, the people around him were stunned.

Liu Yuanshan turned around and found that everyone's expressions were a little wrong, and then looked at the little official who was writing and was also at a loss, so he shouted loudly: "Why don't you write, I'm composing poetry!" ”

"This ......" Zhu Yiming stopped talking, sighed and shook his head.

Lord Huang snorted coldly.

Ye Yunhe laughed, and said from time to time: "This is Liu Prodigy, hahahahaha!" ”

Only Wang Xiucai looked at him as always, with a smile on his face.

When the little official heard this, he hurriedly wrote a line of words on snow-white rice paper, "one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces", but he was also slandering in his heart: Can counting also make poems?

Liu Yuanshan looked intoxicated, looked at the flying snow outside the window and continued to chant in a low voice: "Five, six, seven, eight!" ”

Seven words out, this time it was not only Ye Yunhe, but also the showmen present next to him, including Lord Huang and Zhu Yiming, everyone laughed, and hearing this kind of poem seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world.

Wang Xiucai was still smiling, and his eyes were full of confidence.

He believes in Liu Yuanshan and believes in his apprentice.

The little county lord suddenly stood up from his seat, looked at everyone and said angrily: "You people, what are you laughing at? He's just been learning, but he's only been reading for two months, isn't it that funny? ”

Everyone gave the county lord a face, and no one dared to laugh with open arms at this moment, but they all secretly endured it and laughed secretly.

If there was no one next to Liu Yuanshan, as if he hadn't heard everyone's shameful laughter, he continued to chant: "Thousands of pieces, thousands of pieces, countless pieces!" ”

As he chanted here, the hearts of some of the learned people in the room moved, and all the smiles dissipated.

The simple stacking of numbers seemed to be ordinary and meaningless at the beginning, but when thousands of pieces were recited and recited, these numbers were like countless snowflakes, creating an indescribable atmosphere.

In this poem, people seem to see the snow flying in the sky, with no beginning and no end.

Only those shallow people and Ye Yunhe were still laughing, watching Liu Yuanshan's jokes from the side.

Liu Yuanshan closed his eyes, his two hands were in the air, the meaning was still there, and he said a poem that everyone could not forget, which is the finishing touch of this poem and the soul of this poem to express emotions.

"Fly in, Luhua, total, no, see you!"

The wind outside the window is terrible, but the snow is still there!

Two and so on fell from a distant and unknown corner of the snowflakes, rolled up with the cold winter wind, and gradually flew into the reeds, but disappeared.

The laughter in the room stopped abruptly, and everyone's hearts couldn't help but tug at the last line of poetry, as if they had been shaken by something, and they couldn't calm down for a long time.

Many people's eyes were confused, and they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and slowly chanted:

One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces,

Five, six, seven, eight.

Thousands of pieces, thousands of pieces,

Flying into the reeds is always gone.

Plain poems, but after reading them, there is an inexplicable feeling.

The little county lord squinted at Liu Yuanshan and muttered to himself, "Why is there always a faint sadness? It's like something important has been lost! ”

Knowledgeable people are always extraordinary, and Zhu Yiming, the king of Xiang, was the first to applaud and said: "Good, good!" The whole poem is stacked with numbers, which at first glance looks a little bloated, but the last sentence is the finishing touch, and both the idea and the creativity can be called a wonderful work. ”

"Extraordinary!" Lord Huang came to his senses this time, he was originally a Jinshi, so he could naturally see the mystery in the poem, even more clearly than Liu Yuanshan himself, and then couldn't help but sigh, and said: "I really underestimated the heroes of the world, it turns out that geniuses are geniuses!" ”

There was a kind of helplessness when he said this, but there was no relief between the words.

Wang Xiucai smiled slightly, the clouds were light and light, although he didn't guess the ending correctly, he knew from the beginning that his apprentice would never make a fool of himself.

Only Ye Yunhe argued to himself, pointed at Liu Yuanshan and said: "What kind of bullshit is this, it can be counted as poetry with numbers, this guy is crazy." ”

Lord Huang despised his actions, and laughed softly: "Or, Ye Gongzi will also make a poem stacked with numbers like this for everyone to see, to see if there is such an artistic conception?" ”

The snow flies outside the window with the wind, the white grass in the West Garden floats like the sea, wave after wave, rolls like waves, countless flying flowers gradually disappear, leaving only a vast piece of hair, that is not a snowflake, it is a reed flower! In other words, this is a desolate and poignant picture of reeds and snowflakes!

The west wind is desolate, the reed flowers are like the sea, with Liu Yuanshan's poem, everyone suddenly has a kind of quaint meaning in their hearts!

Of course, only Liu Yuanshan, who was still standing by the window and pretending to be forced, understood in his heart that this poem was not his original, but belonged to a famous literati of the Qing Dynasty in later generations: Zheng Banqiao!

"Hahahaha!" Xiangwang Zhu Yiming laughed, pointed at Liu Yuanshan and said: "Mengxue has had such a literary talent in two months, if you have been studying since childhood, how good it is, it's amazing, Liu Yuanshan, in the future, you will be in the picture, it must be you!" ”

Lord Huang also came out to play haha, and said to everyone: "As soon as Liu Xiaogongzi's poem comes out, no one can stand out today, the old man suggested that Yongxue end here, let's change the topic, Yongmei!" ”