Luo Dongchen is provoking.

Poetry pays attention to the environment, mood, and artistic conception. In such a tense and high-pressure confrontation between the two, there is no leisure and elegance in writing poetry at all, but Luo Dongchen can still speak into chapters and hand in an almost perfect answer.

He won't give Tang An time to think, if Tang An can't be as agile as him and make a more moving poem, then he will lose.

Everyone looked at Tang An at this time, wanting to see if this cunning and clever little scholar could frustrate the spirit of the great talent. If he wins again in this link, then I am afraid that there will be one more person on the list of talents in the capital, and the ranking is even ahead of Luo Dongchen.

The audience watched the excitement, but the people in the bureau were secretly anxious. Feng Zhilan, Liu Tingge, and Cheng Yunhe all had a cold sweat in their palms, for fear that Tang An would be unfortunate to lose.

Will Tang An fail?

If it were anything else, he might not have had faith. But compared with him, a person who graduated from the Chinese language and literature class, even if you are a famous talent, there is only one way to die.

Tang An smiled: "Since Mr. Luo looks at Tang like this, then Tang has no choice but to be ugly." There is a poem written when I saw a sister dancing when I was eight years old, although it is naïve, but compared to the poem of Luo Gongzi, it is quite reasonable. ”

This little scholar is really arrogant enough, although Luo Dongchen's poems are not eternal, but they are neat and time-sensitive, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a genius. If Tang An was so powerful when he was eight years old, how could he still be a little scholar by now?

Luo Dongchen sneered: "Listen to me." ”

Tang An smiled and said slowly: "Bianjing silk pipe day after day, half into the fog and half into the clouds. This song should only be in the sky, and the world can hear it a few times. ”

He didn't speak quickly, but everyone listened carefully. When a poem was finished, he looked around, only to find that everyone was stunned.

Holy, applause? Lao Tzu stole the famous sentence of Li Taibai, the effect is not so bad, right?

He was astonished, and others were even more astonished than he was.

Everyone felt speechless, this guy, is he really just a little scholar?

All of you here are people of great status, and they have a preference for poetry. Savor it carefully, this poem seems simple, but every sentence is extraordinary.

"Bianjing Silk Pipe Day Rush" and "Have" are often used to describe things that can be seen, but at this time they are used to describe the music of nothingness, turning the invisible into tangible. The same is true of "half into the fog and half into the clouds", the melodious and beautiful music flies out of the banquet, blends into the fog outside the window, and drifts into the clouds. That kind of soft and ethereal beauty is already intoxicating.

As for the last two sentences, they are the finishing touch of the poem: this song should only exist in the sky, and the world can hear it a few times. Since it is a heavenly fairy music, it is naturally rare to hear about it a few times in the world. The first two sentences are realistic, and the last two sentences should be real and false, which praises the beauty of the music to the extreme.

Everyone couldn't stop reminiscing, remembering Fang Cailiu's heavenly voice, the more they tasted, the more flavorful they became. Not only is it better in terms of the clever use of language and the degree of neatness, but even the artistic conception is also greatly opened.

Although Luo Dongchen's poem is not bad, but carefully speaking, there is a big flaw. It's spring, so where do the cicadas come from? He only rhymed, but forgot the season, which is a bit regrettable. However, what Tang An said was completely the current scene in the Feixue Yue Lan Pavilion, and he was also better at grasping the situation.

Poems made at the age of eight? Only a fool would believe it!

"Good!"

"It seems that I will change my words in the future, and I will be called the four talents of the capital!"

"Good job, boy!"

After a brief silence, there was a burst of shouts!

Even Luo Dongchen is not an opponent, this little scholar is really amazing!

"Wait!"

The cheers came to an abrupt end. People looked at Tang An with some amazement, not understanding why he was stopping the applause that was given to him.

Tang An stretched out a hand and asked everyone to be quiet for the time being. When the noise subsided, he looked at Luo Dongchen, whose face was like ashes, and said with a smile: "Young Master Luo, the two girls are fighting dances, Tang An just took a trick, just praised the moving singing of the Liu family, but there was still a dance part that was not mentioned." ”

Hey, what kind of tricks is this kid playing? Obviously he has already won, why can't he wait to show his shortcomings?

Seeing everyone's curiosity, Tang An continued: "Actually, we only saw the brilliance of the dancers on the surface, but we didn't know the efforts they put in behind them. Those sad pasts, we can't imagine at all. So I deeply agree with the story told by Miss Su. Not only her, but even the Liu family, who has always been regarded as a goddess by everyone, also has such a past. If I had to write a poem below, I would like to dedicate it to all the dancers who have brought us all wonderful songs and dances. ”

After hearing this, everyone nodded frequently, and when they looked at Luo Dongchen again, there was no lack of pity in their eyes: Look at the consciousness of others, this height. Some people are single-mindedly just trying to win or lose, and although they have already won, they are not proud of it, but sincerely care about those poor women, what kind of feelings is this!

People who didn't know Tang An were moved by his noble sentiments. And those who know him don't think so at all. At least the eldest lady knows that although this guy is great, he actually wants to use his greatness to set off Luo Dongchen's narrowness and insignificance, and take the opportunity to crush him to death!

This guy has a bad stomach!

Tang An didn't look at everyone's appreciative eyes, looked like he had hidden merit and fame, walked a few steps, and said loudly: "Sanjiu is full of cold sores all over his limbs, and his clothes are wet in the summer heat. I only hear the laughter of the guests in front of the stage, but I don't see the dancers behind the scenes! ”

One cold and one summer, one cold and one hot, one in front of the stage, one behind the scenes. The laughter of the guests and the bitterness of the dancers form such a strong contrast.

The dignitaries sat in front of the stage and enjoyed the wonderful dance, but they couldn't imagine what kind of effort they had made. Regardless of the cold or summer, they all insist on dancing for the sake of dancing, and they exchange the bitterness of the Chinese New Year for this, but they don't know if there is any result. This kind of experience makes people want to cry just thinking about it.

In addition to being moved, people focused more on Tang An. This little scholar can not only make people wonderful, but also move people sadly, as if he can spell, it is really amazing.

As for the results of the competition... Needless to say?

"Poof."

Luo Dongchen didn't know if he couldn't stand the blow, but his face was pale and he hit the ground, sweating profusely, his eyes wandered, and he muttered: "How can this be... This is not true! I have been studying hard since I was four years old, and I have been reading poetry and books since I was a child, and now I am not lagging behind in the country, how can I lose to you as a mere scholar! ”

"Click!"

In the No. 1 room of Tianzi, Dongfang Xuanyun was so angry that he actually crushed the teacup in his hand! The broken porcelain pierced his palm, and Yin Hong's blood gushed out, but he didn't seem to notice it, just staring at Tang An.

"Unexpectedly, Luo Dongchen actually lost to him!" Dongfang Xuan said to himself, "Tang An... I want you dead! ”

Tang An felt as if the eyes of the audience were focused on him, both benign and malicious. He didn't dare to look back, so he had to pretend to be kind and stretched out a hand to Luo Dongchen, and said: "Chanting poetry is an elegant thing to cultivate sentiment, why are you so persistent, Master Luo?" You're still young and have plenty of time to study, don't you? Listen to my advice, be yourself, and don't be swayed by the outside world. ”

Tang An's words were very subtle, indirectly telling this stubborn guy not to be accidentally taken advantage of. However, Luo Dongchen seemed to be a little unlucky at this time, and he was still immersed in failure, and he actually slapped Tang An's hand away, completely lacking his usual gentleness.

"You don't need to be kind! You wait, I... It's impossible to lose! ”

With a loud howl of anger, Luo Dongchen actually got up and ran towards the stairs in a somewhat depressed manner. At this time, in order to prevent the customers outside from rushing in too enthusiastically, the door was closed, and I didn't know where he had gone.

(Brother Chic's original poems, it's hard to win the big talent, it's hard to write, why don't you praise it!) Another: Thank you for the reward of "Battle Sword Long Song Xing"! ）