Li Furong was very satisfied with the verses she read,

After all, Li Mubai also recited the level of six horse poems back then,

Although it is rumored that Li Mubai has the ability to make poems on seven horses, it is a rumor after all, and I have not heard that he has excellent poems.

Li Furong returned to the poetry table and sat down, looked at Zhang Baiyi who was walking to the poetry platform, and looked forward to what Zhang Baiyi could chant in her heart.

Li Furong knows that Zhang Baiyi's poetry is very good,

Li Furong was right next to Zhang Baiyi when he recited the poem "Song of the Goose", and at that time I felt that the picture described in the poem was extremely beautiful, giving people a wonderful feeling, and I don't know what kind of work Zhang Baiyi could read this time. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Young Master Zhang walked to the poetry platform and stood still, thinking about the poems about borrowing things and romance in his mind.

When everyone saw Zhang Baiyi standing on the poetry platform without speaking, they urged,

"I'm going to see what kind of poems you can sing."

"I'm afraid Jiang Lang can't read it at all, hahaha,"

How can there be these abominable flies all the time,

"Grass!" Zhang Baiyi said a dirty word fiercely,

Grass? Why? The crowd was confused,

Although I don't know what it means, it's definitely not a good thing.

Grass, grass? pregnant

When everyone was about to get angry, Zhang Baiyi read out the poem,

"Grass" is separated from the grass on the plain, and it is one year old and one withered. Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate. ”

Grass, it turned out to be the title of the poem?

The talented people are glad that they were not impulsive just now,

Zhang Baiyi was also glad that he was so quick-witted,

What is the highest level of swearing? It's Lao Tzu who scolds you, you not only listen but also can't refute it,

Young Master Zhang let out a small breath in his heart,

The characteristic of grass is that it has tenacious vitality, it is inexhaustible, as long as there is a little root left, it will be greener and longer in the next year, and soon spread to the field.

"Wildfires can't be burned" creates a magnificent artistic conception. The wildfire burned the plains, the flames were terrifying, and in an instant, large areas of dead grass were burned to the ground. And the emphasis on the power of destruction, the pain of destruction, is to emphasize the power of regeneration, the joy of regeneration.

Fire can "burn out" all the weeds, including the stems and leaves, but it is very meaningful to say that it is "inexhaustible".

Because no matter how fierce the fire is, there is no way to help the roots hidden deep in the ground, once the spring breeze turns rain, the life of the weeds will be revived, and with rapid growth, the earth will be re-covered and the abuse of fire will be answered.

"Leaving the grass on the plain" is not exactly the green banner of victory! "The spring breeze blows and is born", the language is simple and powerful, and the word "again" is three points and has a very strong meaning.

Zhang Baiyi also has the meaning of code words when he reads the words at this moment, using weeds to whisper himself, the fire is a metaphor for all talents, and the situation on the stage is the destruction of weeds by fire.

Of course, few people would think of this meaning, but several masters and Li Furong on the stage understood what Zhang Baiyi was referring to in his poem,

Zhang Sanjin heard different meanings, but when things came to this point, it was not only Zhang Baiyi who sweated,

Zhang Sanjin is already very satisfied with his son.

Zhang Baiyi did not disappoint Zhang Sanjin and even brought surprises, and also chanted six horse poems,

The shouts of the horse runners woke up all the talents who were immersed in the artistic conception of Zhang Baiyi's "Grass",

"Ah~"

"It turned out to be a six-horse poem!"

The talented men were surprised,

Bai Yaowen didn't stick to the next round, his face was a little pale, he knew that Li Furong's talent was higher than his own, but he never thought that Zhang Baiyi could be comparable to Li Furong.

"In this game, Li Furong and Zhang Baiyi won the two talents, and the next question will be played." Gu Gu was very happy in his heart, and found a talent in his jurisdiction that was comparable to Tianfeng's resources.

This is a major discovery.

"There will be no title in the last game, each of you will chant a poem, whoever has more horses will win! If the result is the same race, add another one, and so on. ”

Free to play? Young Master Ben likes it, and finally I don't have to look for poems with corresponding titles in my head.

Speaking of propositional poems, it's really brain-consuming!

Untitled poems are much more difficult for talented people who write poems, because there are no propositions, a wide range of inspiration, and few poems without a target can make good works, so if a talented person wants to chant good poems, he must first clarify a proposition, but if he wants to surpass the other party in artistic conception, he must work the level of the topic.

Of course, these are for those talented women,

For Young Master Zhang, there are already ready-made verses in his head, and he can chant a poem that has been passed down through the ages.

Relatively speaking, Young Master Zhang is much more relaxed,

Li Furong's frowning eyebrows finally stretched, and a confident smile filled her face,

got up and read lightly: ""Xilou Yue" can see that the smoke and rain are clouded in the south of the Yangtze River, and the breeze combs the willows for another year. The moon and moon in the west building are like hooks, and the stars of the river are like eyes, just like the beauty of the last year. Nanyuan dots peach blossom red, is the night sorrow is strong, with the hope of sending Huai Shuidong. There is no sleepiness in the middle of the night, and the mood is up and down with the tide, and he frequently leaves the old pavilion. The flowers are close to the healing of the hearts of the people, the spring grass is intentionally condensed, and the clouds are ethereal in the distant water village. The sound of the flute on the floor is alone in the spring, the song is sad and the rhythm fades into the soul, and the dream is in the morning and dusk of the month. ”

The silvery moonlight sprinkled on the surface of the West Lake,

The fragrance of flowers fills the air, weaving a soft net,

Cover all the scenery inside.

All the eyes touch is the thing that covers this soft net,

No matter how much grass or tree it is, it's not as realistic as it is in the daytime.

They all have vague, ethereal colors,

Each of them hides its subtleties, and all keep its secrets,

It gives people a dreamlike feeling.

Everyone on the painting boat was immersed in the poems read by Li Furong, completely forgetting that the night in early spring was cold.

"Ahh

Finally, a talented man couldn't help but break the silence with the cold,

"Okay,"

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

All the talented people woke up like a dream and cheered loudly,

Zhang Baiyi was also shocked by Li Furong's "Xijiang Moon",

If I hadn't come from a different time and space a thousand years later, and I had a cultural heritage of two thousand years, I'm afraid that Li Furong's poetry would have already won the top spot in this West Lake Poetry Club.

But since Young Master Ben has come to this era, he should reflect the value of Young Master Ben.

Li Furong's "Xijiang Moon" began to run horses,

Six horse-running knights rushed away, riding horses and whips, riding in the dust,

The horse flies like an arrow, the Pegasus Knight stands up on the horse, flicks the whip with one hand, holds the reins with the other, the posture is graceful, the momentum is calm and free, but the handsome figure is indeed chanting other people's verses,

"You can see that the smoke and rain are misty in the south of the Yangtze River, and the breeze combs the willows for another year......"

The horse is getting farther and farther away, and the voice is a little ethereal,

The thoughts of everyone on the painting boat returned to reality, and their eyes stopped on Zhang Baiyi.

Everyone wants to know what kind of poems this dark horse will chant to compare with Li Furong's Xijiang Yuexiang, as the biggest dark horse of the West Lake Poetry Conference.

You Yin Jun can be seen, I don't see you, Zhang Baiyi finally decided to recite the poet fairy Li Bai's "Will Enter the Wine",

No matter how talented you Li Furong is, it is impossible to compare with the poet immortal Li Bai,

Zhang Baiyi's expression was calm, and he got up leisurely,

Li Furong also looked at the straight white figure standing expectantly and nervously,

Looking forward to what kind of poems Zhang Baiyi can chant, and nervous whether Zhang Baiyi's poems will surpass him,

Li Furong's expectations in her heart are still the majority, after all, since the establishment of the poetry building, only one person has chanted seven horse poems, the difficulty of seven horse poems, it is difficult to go to the sky, for Zhang Baiyi, although Li Furong has a high evaluation of his talent, but to say that he chanted seven horse poems, Li Furong is categorical and unbelievable,

Everyone stared at Zhang Baiyi's every move without blinking, for fear that they would miss the wonderful thing in the blink of an eye.

At the West Lake Poetry Club, the audience held their breath and concentrated, and even many talented women and masters surrounded the poetry seat.

If Zhang Baiyi's poem can't surprise the audience, I'm afraid it will be criticized in the future.

The son of a businessman dared to openly sleep at the West Lake Poetry Conference, and dared to say that he would compete for the top spot of the Poetry Society.

The young scholar is too arrogant, and in the future, some people will probably say that he is crazy, and he can't do it,......

And Zhang Baiyi didn't think so much at this time, he closed his eyes slightly, as if he was brewing emotions,

In fact, he is sorting out his memories,

Li Bai's "Will Enter the Wine" Zhang Baiyi remembers, but after all, it is a long poem, if you memorize it in one breath, you still have to review it carefully.

Damn, don't stop the cup, what's behind?

Your father's forgot the words!