The literati either closed their eyes, or pondered, were immersed in this poetic conception and could not extricate themselves, no one still has the ability to compose poetry, and not these few cups of tea, even if they are given a lifetime of time, they may not be able to write poems comparable to this work, and if they can't write after all, they can't write, and this is not a problem that can be solved by the length of time. ｛}{｝{][}

As soon as this work came out, everyone realized that the sentences that they thought were excellent that they had racked their brains to write seemed to have become bad sentences in front of this poem.

Lin Xifeng, who was fiddling with lanterns in the distance, would never have thought that his unintentional move would actually "stir up the yellow" of this poetry meeting.

After a long time, the air was almost condensed together, and Zhong Kang finally smiled and broke the silence: "In fact, the two solutions of this poem are not wrong, it all depends on each person's heart, if a certain scholar present has a beautiful woman, but the beautiful woman has no intention of paying the king, then it is the first solution of this poem, on the contrary, it is the second solution, but no matter what the solution, this poem seems to be able to resonate with everyone, because after the lovesick language has been told to the Yiren, there are only two endings, accept or refuse, can not run away from the interpretation of this poem." ”

Some people sighed softly, gently pinched the half-written poem in their hands and twisted it into a ball, and broke off the idea of giving another masterpiece, and some people re-picked up the pen and continued to write poems, but the poems he wrote were not given by himself, but transcribed this "untitled" poem.

"If it were me, in the poems of Yongxi Lake, this work has surpassed Mr. Dongpo's "Drinking the Lake After the Rain", I wonder if you have any objections?" Zhong Kang said with a smile.

When everyone heard this, their mouths moved, but they didn't say a word, they all fell silent, their expressions were different, they still couldn't believe that someone could surpass Mr. Dongpo's work, and this work was only produced at this poetry meeting.

"Just in my opinion...... This person is also humble, he is willing to learn from the word "Xizi" in Mr. Dongpo's poems, it is clear that this person also has respect for Mr., and has no intention of being higher than Mr., although this person is full of talent, he is still indifferent, not seeking fame and fortune, it is really rare, just ask the world's scholars, how many people have such a mind? ”

Zhong Kang's words suddenly made all the scholars couldn't help but feel ashamed, if they could make such a good work, they would have already shown off left and right, and they couldn't wait for everyone in the city to know about it.

"Mr. Zhong, who wrote this poem? Tell everyone! As soon as a certain scholar said this, everyone couldn't help but look at each other in confusion, and thought that the poet was among them.

When Zhong Kang heard this, he glanced back at the woman standing under the lamp not far away, as if asking something, and the woman shook her head at him with a wry smile, meaning that she really didn't know who the author of this poem was.

Zhong Kang had no choice but to turn his head helplessly and smile bitterly at everyone: "It's not a secret, this work was transcribed by a sister on a paper boat in the lake, and the paper boat doesn't seem to be signed, as for who gave it, I don't know......

"Wow!"

Everyone suddenly became noisy, this poem that can almost surpass Mr. Dongpo's works will definitely burn all over Hangzhou City in the future, and even the entire Great Song Dynasty, an excellent work for literati and ink writers to discuss and analyze, and the author of this poem, in the future, will definitely spread throughout the Great Song Dynasty with a strong momentum, almost as famous as Mr. Dongpo, it can be said that it is fame and fortune, but at this time there is no author to be found, what a funny scene this should be......

The woman in the distance couldn't help but become anxious, the reason why she gave this poem to Zhong Kang was to use this poem to lure the author out, but the poem had already been tasted, but no one showed up to receive the poem.

The woman's smart eyes did not focus on the poetry meeting, but constantly looked at the passers-by, and glanced at Zhong Kang from time to time......

"Another masterpiece at the poetry meeting! This work is another excellent poem after Mr. Dongpo's Yongxi Lake "Drinking the Lake After the Rain", this poem can be as famous as Mr.'s work, you are fortunate to be able to hear this poem here, and listen to my chanting, the sunset pavilion is cloudy and sunny, and the hibiscus is full of evening breeze. Foolish words on the side of the double embankment bridge, falling into the West Lake and singing ......"

There are also children holding the transcribed poem in the West Lake shouting, originally a good poem was only two or three children on the lakeside preaching, now ten children actually all dispatched, shouting harder, it seems that they can sing this poem is a great honor.

There was a child running past Lin Xifeng, and the poem shouted out of the child's mouth made Lin Xifeng couldn't help but be slightly stunned, he was naturally familiar with this poem, and Liu Lian'er also frowned suspiciously: "Xianggong, how can the poem in the child's mouth be similar to what Xianggong just wrote?" ”

Liu Lian'er can't remember all the poems, but the words "lovesick sentences, meet Xizi" and other words chanted in the child's mouth make Liu Lian'er feel very familiar, and it seems to be very similar to what Lin Xifeng just said and what she heard.

Lin Xifeng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's indeed the one I wrote, but somehow I ran to the poetry meeting......"

"Someone must have picked up the paper boat, and then took this poem for himself, Xianggong, someone stole your poem to make a name for himself at the poetry meeting, this person is really shameless!" As soon as it came to Lin Xifeng, Liu Lian'er became anxious at the moment, and she, who had always been gentle and cowardly, couldn't help but denounce angrily at this time.

Lin Xifeng raised his hand and stroked her long hair, calmed her emotions, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, things are still uncertain, let's go to the poetry club to take a look, I asked passers-by who brought my poems to the poetry meeting, and I was actually comparable to Mr. Dongpo, I dare not take this name seriously......"

Before and after walking to the poetry meeting, Lin Xifeng didn't want to go to the poetry meeting to ask Zhong Kang directly, it was too eye-catching, and when he saw two maids standing next to the poetry meeting, he walked over, hugged a fist and greeted with a smile: "Sister, it's too presumptuous." ”

The woman was anxiously waiting for the author of this poem to appear, and naturally she was not willing to be distracted to talk to Lin Xifeng at this time, but out of politeness, she still bowed and replied: "I don't know what happened to the son?" ”

"I just heard about this poem, and I also think that this work is a rare masterpiece, but why does the boy only recite poems and texts, and does not mention the author's name? Isn't that disrespectful to the author? ”

"Childe doesn't know that this poem was picked up from the lake, but the author did not sign it, and no one knows who he is." The woman responded to Lin Xifeng while staring at the few people beside Zhong Kang with her head held high.

Lin Xifeng glanced at the look of search in the woman's eyes, and then looked down at the semi-wet square paper folded in her hand, couldn't help but chuckle, and then waved again: "So, thank you sister for solving your doubts and saying goodbye." ”

"Childe walks slowly." The woman bowed again, her eyes still drifting into the distance, and did not stay on Lin Xifeng.

She couldn't have imagined that the person she bothered to find was actually standing in front of him at this time.