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Zhen Kewang sighed, frowned, and said: "Your poetry is too resentful, how can you be so twilight at a young age, and you will fall below in terms of concept." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

At this time, Sun Chuan was completely desperate.

Boss Zhen said this, which is equivalent to leaving no trace of affection, not only Sun Chuan, but also the entire Candle Lake Sun clan will be gloomy.

Sun Chuan couldn't understand why this Xie Shen would make such a good poem, otherwise he wouldn't have been defeated so badly.

Seeing Xie Shen's victory, all the students of the Begonia Poetry Society were overjoyed and overjoyed.

Just now, they were almost out of breath by the people of the Drunkard Poetry Society, but now the momentum has completely recovered.

Although Sun Chuan was unwilling, he was helpless, so he had to retreat in disgrace.

In this round, it was obvious that Xie Shen had won.

Sun Chuan was very annoyed, it turned out that he wanted to wear out all the people of the Begonia Poetry Society by himself, but he never thought that he would lose to Xie Shen, who was the last to appear.

The next person to appear in the Drunkard Poetry Society was Xiao Feng, who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, and he was very eye-catching.

He bowed to Zhen Kewang and said, "Please also ask Master Zhen to give me a question." ”

"Let's take Yao Jiang as the theme."

Zhen Kewang glanced at the Youyou River not far away, and said casually.

Xiao Feng didn't dare to slack off when he got the topic, so he began to think about it. It was only after he recited the poems that he had been thinking about for a long time.

"I sat by the river and watched the boat, and the light yarn in the canopy helped the wind to be soft

The fog in the clouds is shy and shameful, and the warm incense is smoky and the temples are messy. ”

"Good poetry, good poetry. Brother Xiao's poem is very good! ”

Where is Sun Chuan still sitting, he has already cheered for Xiao Feng on the side.

In just a few words, Brother Xiao sketched the scene of the boat on the river drifting with the waves, and the lazy woman was even more beautiful. Hiss, admire, Sun admires! ”

"Boss Zhen hasn't tasted it, what are you anxious about?"

Hearing Sun Chuan's noise there, Wang Zhang was not happy, he got up not to be outdone, raised his voice and suppressed Sun Chuan.

"Okay, let's not say a word. The old man thinks this poem is good, but he has to wait for Xie Xiansheng to write it. ”

Xie Shen was waiting for what Master Zhen said.

The wheel battle consumes physical strength, and as the last person to appear in the Begonia Poetry Society, Xie Shen can't be led by Sun Chuan and others to spoil the rhythm.

This time, Xie Shen deliberately slowed down the pace and thought deeply.

After about half a cup of tea, Xie Shen suddenly recited: "Ponds everywhere are broken, and weeping poplars are hundreds of miles in the fields." Pedestrians feel that their eyebrows are green, and the sound of cicadas all the way through the Yao River. ”

After chanting, Xie Shen arched his hand at Boss Zhen and said, "The student is clumsy, and I ask the boss to give me advice." ”

Zhen Kewang nodded, smiling rather than smiling.

The young man in front of him is very polite, but he can cultivate it well.

"Ponds, weeping poplars, and fields are all ordinary, but a green word brings the whole poem to life." The sound of cicadas all the way through the Yao River is to depict the quiet scenery of midsummer vividly, and there is a more secluded ancient rhyme of Birdsong Mountain. ”

Zhen Kewang was not as satisfied with Xie Shen's poem as the previous one. However, this is also a bit demanding, and for Xie Shen himself, compared with Xiao Feng, Xie Shen's poems are obviously a lot higher.

In this round, naturally Xie Shen won.

"In this round, the old man thinks that Xie Xiansheng is better!"

The students of the Drunkard Poetry Club obviously couldn't sit still. They lost two generals in a row, but they were all defeated by Xie Shen. If you don't want to find a way to deal with it, you have to keep losing.

Sun Chuan is determined to win the quota of the Liao Shan Sheng, and he carries the luck of the entire Candle Lake Sun Clan, and he must not be defeated in the Yao Jiang Poetry Meeting.

At first, Sun Chuan only hated Wang Zhang, but now he obviously hated this new recruit named Xie Shen even more. If there is no such drunkard poetry club has been completely victorious, how can there be such trouble.

Next, he needs to think carefully about the candidates who will compete with Xie Shen to compose poems, if he loses again, the momentum will be taken away by the Begonia Poetry Society.

After some discussion, the Drunkard Poetry Society selected Qin Youguan to face Xie Shen.

Qin Youguan was dressed in purple Zhejiang silk, wearing a black hat and cloud boots. It's just that he obviously belongs to that kind of pink-faced student, and he can't support this outfit, but he looks nondescript.

Qin Youguan should have been entrusted by Sun Chuan before, and he seemed a little restrained. It stands to reason that the new person should ask the boss for a proposition, but he was stunned.

However, Xie Shen generously said to the old man Zhen: "Please give the old man a question." ”

"Let's just take Qiantang as the topic."

Zhen Kewang waved his hand and said casually.

Qin Youguan was overjoyed when he heard this, he happened to write a poem about Qiantang a few days ago, but he had never boasted in front of others, and now he can use it directly. He chanted in a deep voice almost without thinking.

"The tide of Qiantang swallows thousands of mountains, and the sound of endless waves is like a drum boat.

Climb the stairs to see the light on the house, and the distant light is vast and eternal. ”

Xie Shen's heart sank, this poem was born from the famous "Lingyin Temple" by the great poet Song Zhiwen in the early Tang Dynasty. It seems that this Qin Youguan has some ability.

Zhen Kewang's eyes also lit up, sat up straight, and twisted his beard slightly.

"Well, Qin Xiansheng's poem is ingenious. It has a bit of the charm of Song Zhiwen. It's just that the tide of Qiantang swallows thousands of mountains, and there is still some polishing. ”

Qin Youguan was overjoyed when he heard this, he never showed this poem to others, just because he wanted to show it on important occasions and make a splash, and today he can seize the opportunity.

Qin You only felt that the victory was in his hands after seeing Zhen Kewang's praise, and glanced at Xie Shen on the side arrogantly, as if he was declaring war.

Xie Shen's mind was much more mature than him, and he was not provoked, but closed his eyes and began to reverie.

It didn't take long for the boy to open his eyes.

"It's been three days since I entered the mountain, and Denton is really rewarded.

The frost is slippery and difficult to trample, and the sun cliff is shaking.

Leaking deep bamboo light, cold green leads to loneliness.

The dark search extinguishes all the people's heard, and a hundred springs sound together.

The valley is secluded, and it is refreshing.

The small pavilion overlooks the rivers and lakes, and the eyes are extremely reckless.

Sitting on Shenxiang and discharged from the hospital, Qingjing fell to the ground.

Forever cherish the white waiter, willing to get rid of the dust martingale. ”

Zhen Kewang was very satisfied with what he heard at first, but gradually his face became solemn. The first eight lines of this poem are extremely quiet and tranquil mountain scenes, and then the pen turns around, showing a slight sense of birth. However, this hint is not obvious, at most it can only be used to express emotions through nostalgia.

Zhen Kewang smiled bitterly, this Xie Shen was fighting against himself. Before he advised Xie Shen not to be hindered by the world, Xie Shen expressed his idea of seclusion through this nostalgic poem. Isn't there a balance between them? Isn't there a compromise between being an official and keeping one's heart?

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