"[Gift to the younger brother]

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Apple algae grows its way, and the leaves are disturbed and drowned.

Pick the recommended temple, you can be ashamed of the guest.

Is there no sunflower in the garden, and this is out of the depths. ”

This is a poem written by Liu Zhen, this is one of the poems in a set of groups, which can be regarded as Liu Zhen's proud work.

Although this poem was well received as soon as it came out, it was much worse than the one copied by Yuan Jiang.

After all, [Kezhongxing] is written by the poet immortal Li Bai, Li Bai was in the Tang Dynasty, and it was also the peak moment of poetry development at that time.

Therefore, as long as there are tourists with some cultural heritage, they all leave a batch of red on the [Kezhongxing] written by Yuan Jiang.

In the end, Yuan Jiang overtook Liu Zhen with an absolute advantage of 30 votes.

For such a result, Liu Zhen said that he was very unconvinced, and he asked for a best-of-three game.

Yuan Jiang shrugged nonchalantly, "I don't care, you just compare ten sentences and the result is the same." ”

Liu Zhen pursed his lips contemptuously, "Don't be happy too early, who loses and who wins, it's not necessarily?" ”

Yuan Jiang smiled noncommittally, without arguing too much with him, and turned around and walked towards the freed desk.

With a wave of his hand, he wrote a famous poem by Li Bai again--

[Gift to Gan Ning]

Tu Gao was about to go on a boat, and suddenly heard the sound of singing on the shore.

The Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Gan Ning to send me love. ”

Of course, in order to avoid suspicion from others, Yuan Jiang changed the names of the people in the poem.

Liu Zhen wrote [Gift to Younger Brother], but this second poem, whether in terms of words and sentences, or poetic conception, is much stronger than the previous one, the poem is as follows-

"The pine on the Tingting Mountain, the stroke in the valley.

The wind is strong, and the pine branches are strong!

The frost is miserable, and the whole year is always upright.

Wouldn't it be cold, pines and cypresses have nature! ”

Of course, this poem still falls into the cliché of the previous poem, after all, the first half of this poem has many similarities with the first poem [Gift to Younger Brother], and although the poem [Gift to Ganning] written by Yuan Jiang is Li Bai's masterpiece, the style is completely different, and Yuan Jiang still beat Liu Zhen again with a high vote.

"I'm not convinced, come again."

Knowing that he lost to Yuan Jiang again, Liu Zhen said that he Zhao Ritian was not convinced, and he would continue to compare poems with Yuan Jiang.

Yuan Jiang smiled and shook his head, "It's useless, no matter how many songs you try, it's all the same result, why are you obsessed?" ”

Liu Zhen was like a gambler who was anxious to lose, ready to make a desperate bet, he said: "How about we decide the outcome of a game, don't want these illiterate people to criticize the red, how about only choosing four referees from our two sides?" ”

In fact, Liu Zhen said this, he brushed his heart, if Yuan Jiang's third poem is better than him, it doesn't matter, after all, there are two people on his side who must support him, so it will be a tie anyway.

Liu Zhen will neither win nor lose.

Although it was a meaningless gamble, Liu Zhen still insisted on gambling, after all, two losses and one draw are better than three losses.

The little Jiujiu in Liu Zhen's heart, Yuan Jiang knew it clearly, but he didn't want to poke it, he just smiled perfunctorily, "Yes, you can compare it however you want, I don't care." ”

The final gamble is settled.

The judges on Liu Zhen's side are naturally Chen Lin and Ruan Yu, while Yuan Jiang's side is played by Zhang Xun and Zhang Shuo.

In fact, Chen Zhi also wanted to go up, but he was kicked away by Yuan Jiang, he covered his kicked buttocks, and shouted dissatisfiedly: "Why can they both get on, but they don't let me go?" It's not like I haven't read a book, why don't you let me go, I'm very familiar with your methods. ”

Yuan Jiang pursed his lips, "It's not a matter of poetry appreciation, I'm afraid that you will beat people if you don't agree." ”

Chen to: "......"

This time, Liu Zhen was not in a hurry to make a move, but lowered his head, thinking about the choice of words and sentences, all of which were very attentive.

After pondering for about half a pillar of incense, Liu Zhen's frowning brows gradually calmed down, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, setting off an arc of joy, picking up the pen, dipping it in ink, and writing in a dragon and phoenix dance.

"[Gift to Brother]"

Fenghuang gathers Nanyue and wanders lonely bamboo roots.

I never get tired of it, and I strive for a purple atmosphere.

Aren't you always diligent? Shame and flock of yellow finches.

When to come to the ceremony? Will be a saint Mingjun. ”

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

After Liu Zhen finished writing, Ruan Yu was the first to applaud and praise, and the praise was reasonable, "Brother Gong, this poem is many times stronger than the first two poems, the poem uses the technique of comparison, the phoenix, with its lofty embrace, to inspire the younger brother, and has been this self-encouragement, in the past and present in the gift of the work, it can be called Chuangge, the younger brother really admires the great talent of the brother." ”

"Where, Brother Yuan Yu has a good reputation."

When Liu Zhen accepted Ruan Yu's congratulations, he also glanced at Yuan Jiang with a slanted eye, and there was a bit of disdain and provocation in his appearance.

Yuan Jiang just smiled at this, walked to the table, picked up the pen, and without thinking, he was putting a pen on the paper.

A wonderful poem, in one go.

[Danyang children enter Beijing]

The liquor is newly ripe in the mountains, and the yellow chickens are pecking at the autumn fat.

Call the children to cook chickens and drink liquor, and the children laugh and pull people's clothes. ”

As soon as Yuan Jiang finished writing these two lines of poetry, Ruan Yu, who was always staring at him, sneered a few times, but he didn't dare to say anything to mock, in this regard, Yuan Jiang just smiled and continued to write.

"Singing and getting drunk, dancing and fighting for glory at sunset.

It is not too early to lobby for all kinds of hardships, and the whip crosses the horse and wades into the distance. ”

Liu Zhen pouted, "So-so." ”

Yuan Jiang just glanced at him.

"The foolish woman will buy ministers lightly, and Yu will also resign from his home and enter Qin."

Ruan Yu said: "Gongzi is the son of Yuan Zhoumu, do you dare anyone to despise you?" ”

"Noise!"

Yuan Jiang scolded angrily, so frightened that Ruan Yu hurriedly shut up, so he had to continue to watch him write.

"Look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can my generation be a Penghao person."

If it is said that in the first few lines of the poem, Liu Zhen and Ruan Yu still had a contemptuous attitude, but when they saw this last sentence, they were both silent and knew each other, they were afraid that talking too much would become a scene for Yuan Jiang to reproduce the scene described in the poem.

Throwing the pen in his hand aside, Yuan Jiang looked through his masterpiece with a smile, turned around and asked everyone, "How is this poem written?" ”

Zhang Xun and Zhang Shuo just praised the poems well, but unfortunately they couldn't find good words for a while, so they had to repeat them boringly.

Yuan Jiang asked with a smile: "You all say yes, but tell me what is good about this poem, otherwise, wouldn't it make people think that you two are playing favoritism?" That would make Ben Gongzi very shameless. ”