When everyone was a little tired of laughing, Fang Hua moved, still smiling, arching his hand to whoever was around, and then seemed to be shy: "Wasn't that poem written just now?" In this case, let's make another song, boy. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Fang Hua's smiling appearance really made everyone scold him in their hearts for being a fool several times, can that poem just now be called a poem? I still don't know if it's good or not, I'm really a complete fool, but people are stupid, but they can be used as jokes, so when Fang Hua said to make another song, they all agreed with a smile, and they were all ready to see what poems Fang Hua was going to put together this time.

"Haha, boy, you write poetry, the old man will never laugh at you this time, but don't put it together, compose poetry, naturally you have to make your own best, no matter how bad it is, no one will say anything, boy, let's start." Zhang Xiucai said duplicitously, just from his tone, he knew that he was the happiest among the people who ridiculed, and he was the one who wanted to see Fang Hua make a fool of himself the most.

However, Fang Hua seemed to not understand, nodded at Zhang Xiucai, and looked shy, glancing at the people around him, almost all of them were looking at him with playful eyes, as if they were looking at a clown, because they found confidence from Fang Hua that they hadn't felt for a long time.

So they were laughing, Fang Hua was also laughing, they were laughing at Fang Hua's stupidity but didn't know it, but they didn't know that Fang Hua was laughing at them but didn't wake up, gradually Fang Hua hooked the corners of his lips, looking at the people around him, he could only say to see who could have the last laugh.

Still looking up at the sky, Fang Hua tried to make a look like an ancient poet when he wrote a poem, which instantly caused the people around him to laugh, but Fang Hua turned a deaf ear and began to pace around, and gradually Fang Hua stopped, opened his mouth and chanted, and a poem came out:

"Mo laughs at the farmer's wine, the harvest year is full of chickens and dolphins, the mountains and rivers are doubtful, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village.

Xiao Gu followed the spring society near, the clothes were simple and ancient, from now on, if you are allowed to ride the moon idlely, the cane knocks on the door all the time and night. ”

The second poem is full of silence.

The people who were laughing seemed to be choked by their throats, but no more laughter came out with their mouths open, and they all stared at Fang Hua, who was still smiling, with wide eyes, and they could swallow an egg with a big mouth, and some even rubbed their ears, wondering if they had heard it wrong.

Even Zhang Xiucai, who was waiting to see Fang Hua's jokes, was stunned at the moment, Fang Hua, who had just written a poem or pieced it together, suddenly wrote a good poem casually, which really blinded their eyes, especially this change is too fast, can make such an excellent poem as 'the mountains and rivers are doubtful, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village', can they use patchwork poems before?

So they looked at Fang Hua with skeptical eyes one by one, they really didn't believe that these poems could be made by a stupid teasing kid like Fang Hua, not to mention that the self-confidence that everyone had finally found from Fang Hua hadn't enjoyed for a long time, and suddenly found that Fang Hua's kid was actually stronger than them, how could they accept it.

Fang Hua was still being watched by everyone, his face was still shy, and the smile never disappeared, but the sneer in his heart was even stronger, and he casually took a poem by the famous melancholy master Xin Qiji, and it shocked the audience instantly, such an effect Fang Hua already knew, after all, Xin Qiji's title of melancholy prince was not for nothing, and his poems still had a bit of weight.

Although he had already expected everyone's reaction, Fang Hua still pretended to be puzzled, and even looked a little nervous, and said worriedly: "Is this poem not good?" In this case, let's make another song, boy. ”

"Uh-uh, yes, one more one, another one......"

"That's right, there should be another ......"

"Wonderful, the more poetry the merrier......"

Everyone didn't answer whether the poem just now was good or not, this was subconsciously unwilling to answer, because none of them wanted to be compared to a random poem written by Fang Hua, and they didn't believe that the poem just now would be written by a stupid boy like Fang Hua.

So when Fang Hua said to make another poem, they immediately nodded and praised, and the crowd was excited, as if Fang Hua couldn't write a decent poem this time, they would still be college students who were rich and rich, this time no one was laughing, but everyone was quietly waiting for Fang Hua to compose a poem, one by one, they were ready to move again, if Fang Hua was piecing together a poem, I believe they would definitely lose Fang Hua wanting to cry without tears.

However, Fang Hua didn't look at their faces, rushed to Chen Yuanguang and cast a reassuring look, then looked up at the sky, waved his sleeves, this time the poet's demeanor was sufficient, and the corners of everyone's mouths twitched.

Brewing, brewing, Fang Hua began to pace around again, turned around blindly and returned to the same place, sighed, opened his mouth again, and a poem came out again:

"The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and blows down, and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

The moth snow willow is golden, and the smile is full of dark fragrance. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim. ”

The third poem was full of shock.

A poem like 'The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and looked back, but the man was in the lamplight' has already made everyone bow their proud heads, whether it is a student or a child, or a showman, they are deeply shocked by this poem, even if they don't want to admit it, but they also know that they can't make such a poem.

This time, no one doubted it anymore, and no one dared to laugh at it, many people had sighed, thinking that they had been reading poetry for decades, but they didn't expect to be compared to a few poems by a hairy boy.

Zhang Xiucai took his teacup and sat down weakly, originally prepared to make Fang Hua look ugly, but he didn't expect it to make him show off, not to mention that he found that his poetry level was not as good as Shang Hua's kid, and it hit him in an instant, and he didn't have any heart to look at Fang Hua's jokes anymore, and the whole person was like losing his soul.

Not only Zhang Xiucai alone, but many of the more than a dozen Xiucai present can actually find that their poetry level is not up to the level of Fang Hua, a kid, and a poem that people casually pops up is actually a lot higher than the poem they wrote after thinking and meditating for many months, and many Xiucai couldn't help but blush, coughed, and pretended not to find anything.

The corners of Chen Yuanguang's mouth were hooked, no matter how good Fang Hua's poems are, then he will be more and more competent as a teacher, on the contrary, just like the poems that Fang Hua put together at the beginning, Fang Hua's poems are not good, not only Fang Hua will lose face, Chen Yuanguang will also accompany Fang Hua to make a fool, but at this moment, obviously, Chen Yuanguang is still very satisfied.

Fang Hua was also very satisfied, but he felt that he didn't have enough fun, and this moment should be a good time to take advantage of the victory to pursue it, as the so-called sentence of taking advantage of your illness to kill you is to tell everyone that it is not possible to treat the enemy with discipline.

So Fang Hua still looked shy, after reading the third poem, everyone couldn't help but lower their heads, but no one said whether the poems were good or not, Fang Hua pretended to be anxious, and said anxiously: "Isn't this kind of poem good enough?" Alas, it was too difficult to compose a poem, and the kid tried his best to write the last poem, and the boy had no tricks to do with it. ”

Make a song?!

Everyone couldn't wait to vomit blood when they heard Fang Hua's words, people made a good poem at the right time, place, and people, and they had been preparing for a long time before chanting a good poem, but they didn't expect that Fang Hua, a kid, could continue to write poems after making two poems, which was too hard.

Many of the talents present have coughed, and some even keep glancing at Fang Hua, this tea party shows are the center, and now Fang Hua is so out of the limelight, and has made a few good poems, which makes those talents embarrassed, the poetry is like Fang Hua, it must be scolded, what a show talent is not as good as a kid, make a good poem, and there is no preparation, and it will not be able to do it for a while.

I'm afraid that none of them would have thought that they would give them such a headache because of the few poems made by this kid Fang Hua, but this kid Fang Hua is still brewing now, and now that he is going to make another poem, then these showmen are still alive or not.

Just when they were entangled, Fang Hua's pacing around was finished, still waving his sleeves, still looking up at the sky, still sighing, and then opening his mouth, the poem came out:

"Searching, deserted, miserable and miserable. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe. Haggard and damaged, who can pick it now, the sycamore is more drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit. This time, what a sad word! ”

The fourth word, the whole house collapsed.

Li Qingzhao's voice was slow, looking for this poem was randomly cut off by Fang Hua in the middle, and then sang it directly, once again hitting the little hearts of everyone in the pavilion, whether it was poetry or words, Fang Hua made it at will, and they were all good products, so that those of them who had been reading poetry and books for decades were really sad and tired.

The self-confidence and superiority that I got from Fang Hua at the beginning are now completely damaged by Fang Hua's poems one by one, and looking at Fang Hua's eyes is like looking at a demon, full of incredulity.

It's been a busy day today, and there is only one chapter left, and tomorrow it will still be two chapters. Come on.